Can you take me away

Chapter 14

"You still...do you hate me?"

Pei Yan looked at him and asked in a low voice, his well-understood eyes flashed with anticipation.

Qi Feng seemed to look away instantly with his scorching eyes.

Does he hate Pei Yan?

Qi Feng asked himself.

He thought that his childhood brother would be his lifelong best friend, and that General Pei would be the only hope to rescue him from the band.

Where is Pei Yan now?

He is free enough that he doesn't need Pei Yan to save him.

But told Pei Yan's home address and let him in.

He doesn't speak.

Pei Yan stopped asking, and said to himself: "I have had a strange disease since I was a child, and my heart always hurts for unknown reasons. It's either in class, or playing ball, or sleeping, there is no pattern." "

I Dad took me to do a lot of checkups, but they couldn't find any cause. But every time the pain started, it was endless, and I didn't even take painkillers."

Qi Feng wondered: "Why?"

"I don't know. Some of the doctors said It's a possible psychological reason."

Pei Yan sneered: "I can have any heart disease that has caused my heart to hurt for more than 20 years." "

After meeting you, I have suffered from this disease several times. The strange thing is that as long as I see you... He

pressed his chest and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Qi Feng slightly opened his eyes.

Pei Yan laughed at himself and asked, "Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Qi Feng secretly clenched his fingertips, vaguely feeling that this matter was related to the two of them.

It was getting late, Pei Yan had no intention of leaving.

When Fang Cheng came over to hint, he asked instead: "It's so late, your assistant isn't coming home? Is he sleeping at your house?"

Fang Cheng blushed embarrassingly: "I, I..."

Qi Feng understood that he was lying The meaning of not leaving here: "My house is small, and the bed in the bedroom is also small, not as comfortable as your house."

Pei Yan blurted out: "Then you move in with me tomorrow."

"That's not my intention..."

Qi Feng paused He nodded, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's stay tonight."

Qi Feng was not so willing, but the cheeky Pei Yan could always find some opportunity, or suddenly kiss him when he was helping him change clothes, or Pretending to be nonchalant but doing very intimate actions.

He clings to people and never leaves for a moment, and when he sees Qi Feng showing such indulgence, he acts recklessly. Like a big dog wagging its tail and not stopping for a moment, it pounced on it without paying attention.

Qi Feng's personality is introverted, he can't stand him like this, and he is exhausted after tossing.

He always loves to dream when he is tired, this time he dreamed of that life.

The capital has changed to a new emperor.

The Qi family's ten-year grievances were brought to light. The new emperor was once the prince taught by his grandfather. He restored his deceased grandfather's title of Duke of the State, his father's post as prime minister, posthumously named his mother, and held a magnificent and honorable state funeral for Qi's mansion.

Afterwards, the new emperor personally abolished the official slave status of the son of his criminal minister, and destroyed all the deeds of Qifeng, the musician and singer of the music workshop.

From then on, the musician Qi Feng disappeared in the world, and those piano scores he wrote became unknown works. From then on, people in the capital only knew that Qi Feng was an aristocratic son of the Qi family who inherited his father's career.

All of this was in exchange for ten years of secret planning by the Pei family and the death of one person.

The Pei family had a big funeral.

General Pei's temples turned white overnight.

It was the first time he saw the tall and majestic Uncle Pei with such an old and haggard appearance.

General Pei was dressed in mourning, and his whole body was as lifeless as a dead tree, as if he had aged for decades, and even his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, and he said: "Yan'er is dead, someone pierced his heart with a sword from behind. ....He will not die with peace."

"...He has never married the daughter of the Li family, and he has not even left me an heir. This bastard, this unfilial son..."

Ji Zhizhi Pei Wenwen, who was nine years old, knelt behind Uncle Pei, crying until her face became pale and her eyes were red and swollen.

He looked at the coffin, tightly clutching the cyan safety jade buckle in his hand, the smooth round buckle hurt his fingertips.

Warm tears poured out in the dream, flowing out the pain and sorrow that could no longer be suppressed in the chest, and a drop slipped through the corners of the eyes and soaked on the pillow, leaving a dark trace.

What happened in the dream was something Qi Feng didn't know about.

Playing the piano in the music workshop that day, and woke up here after hearing the news of Pei Yan's death. But I don't know what will happen in the capital after that.

Are those in the dream his memories?

Did Pei Yan die from being pierced through the heart?

This dream confuses him: Is he the Qi Feng of this world remembering his previous life? Or did he awaken the memory of this body in his previous life?

Who is he and who is he?

"Qi Feng, what's the matter?"

A dull and anxious voice beside the pillow woke up the boy.

Pei Yan just woke up, when he opened his eyes, he saw tears on the boy's cheek. He was a little anxious, and stroked the moisture on the boy's face with his rough fingertips: "Why are you crying? Uncomfortable? Painful?" "It's okay, I'm

dreaming."

Qi Feng gradually saw where he was, what happened last night What. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Pei Yan, where is your Ping An jade buckle? Do you have it with you?" " I

keep it at home, why ask about it?"

It's good to keep it on your body."

"It's all superstition."

Pei Yan rested his forehead on his head and said in a low voice: "I polished that piece of jade for fun. If you like it, give it to me. You."

Polishing and playing, but not letting anyone touch it.

Give it to him if you tell him.

This is exactly the same as that reckless little general Pei.

Qi Feng's slightly reddened eyes were filled with helplessness, and he asked, "When did your heartache start?" "It's been there since you

were a child, and occasionally."

"Does it still hurt now?"

"Didn't I say that ? Well, it won't hurt if I'm with you."

After Pei Yan answered, he heard that Qi Feng's words meant he cared for him.

He couldn't help feeling high, and confirmed the question to Qi Feng again: "You knew me a long time ago? You... like me? Do you?"

He has no experience with people, but it doesn't mean he has no EQ . The boy's attitude towards him is neither clinging to please nor abhorring ranking. It seemed reluctant, but they let him cling to each other and slept together naturally.

So it's... like yourself, right?

He was thinking, looking at the boy beside him with light in his dark eyes, and wanted to get a sure answer from him.

If Qi Feng likes him...

Qi Feng didn't say anything, turned his back to him, curled his head on his chest, hiding all his emotions.

Pei Yan was slightly disappointed, stretched out his hand and pulled the thin boy into his arms, bit the boy's reddish ear with his teeth and said, "It's okay if you don't say anything, anyway, you are mine now." He said again forcefully

, Ask Qi Feng to move in and live with him.

The reason is: his house is bigger, the security and privacy work is better, and the two are often together without being photographed by anyone.

Pei Yan also said a reason, "With you, my illness will be better."

Qi Feng was stunned for a while, then nodded in agreement.

--Fang

Cheng and the company applied to open an entertainment live broadcast room for Qi Feng.

The account will be supervised and promoted by the company. He just needs to live broadcast his daily life to his fans just like Ning Yufei.

But you can't do things that arouse vicious public opinion. Otherwise, Qi Feng will be responsible for the loss of the artist's value caused by the live broadcast.

Qi Feng is not worried about this at all.

He just wants to play the zither and play the piano live, which is his habit for ten years and what he is best at.

He moved to Pei Yan's house, and chose the live broadcast location on the balcony of Pei Yan's bedroom. Qi Feng moved the flower stand and several pots of orchids from the balcony of his home.

In front of the flower stand is an ancient brown wooden low table with a guzheng on it. Qi Feng is wearing a long sweater today, which is thin and looks elegant and soft.

He just sat in front of the zither and tuned the strings, and the long zither sound with ancient rhyme came from the balcony sonorously, making the originally empty balcony a little more elegant.

Song Zhe was assigned to be a coolie, and came in with Qi Feng's suitcase. When he saw Qi Feng with downcast eyes playing the zither strings, his eyes lit up and he stopped to watch.

The boy lowered his head and looked down. Outside the glass window of the balcony on the high floor, the bright sunlight leaked into his thin body with hazy light. The angular and soft side face line was cast with a shadow, Song Zhe couldn't help approaching him, wanting to more clearly shadow the boy's expression.

Pei Yan then came in, and saw Song Zhe's perverted eyes straightened at a glance. He frowned, and kicked Song Zhe awake: "What are you looking at, get out."

"...Fuck!"

Song Zhe was kicked abruptly, and angrily cursed: "I'm so big , I haven't even moved my own luggage. I've done so much work for you, what's wrong with him playing the piano?"

Qi Feng was disturbed by the two, and he stopped the string with his fingertips.

Pei Yan grabbed Song Zhe's skirt and threw it out of the bedroom, "Don't get in my way, move out of my house today."

Song Zhe wailed: "Brother, are you serious? You are not afraid that I will be caught and beaten by my dad. "

"I care about you."

Pei Yan threw him into the living room: "Also, you are not allowed to enter my bedroom casually!" Fang Cheng, who

was about to enter the bedroom with a live camera and lights to look for Qi Feng:... "President Pei, I , can I go in? I have to do a live broadcast for Xiaofeng."

Pei Yan: "Go."

Fang Cheng carried the equipment and hurried in.

Song Zhe: "No way, my treatment is not as good as that of a small assistant!"

Pei Yan clicked his tongue and warned in a low voice: "Keep your voice down. He's going to broadcast live, don't talk. Don't disturb him."

Song Zhe He widened his eyes, and quietly pointed to the bedroom: "Brother, you, you are not serious, are you? You are not the one who raises starlets."

Pei Yan said coldly, reached out and touched his pocket to find a box cigarette.

Song Zhe got the answer from his silence, and asked speechlessly: "Let's not talk about his identity, just talk about Uncle Pei's side, what are you going to do?"

Pei Yan paused with his finger on the lighter: "... Let's talk again. Don't go out and talk nonsense."

Song Zhe: "I can talk nonsense, but, but you can't do this for long, sooner or later Uncle Pei will know."

"Stop talking!"

Pei Yan didn't hit him several times in a row I caught fire and got annoyed for a moment: "It's inconvenient for you and us to be here. Hurry up and pack up and go out, I'll book a hotel for you."

Song Zhe shook his head, and became serious: "Pei Yan, you are like this again. Either you are cold and refuse everything. People, or pass it in directly. It was the same when you saw Su Qiao, you fell in love with him immediately, and immediately told Uncle Pei that you were coming out of the closet."

"How was the result? Didn't he get beaten up by Uncle Pei? Su Qiao also went abroad and didn't come back to see you for so many years. This Qi Feng, do you think you can have a result?" "It's fine if you play.

You If it's serious, we'll be in big trouble!"

Pei Yan was finally caught on fire, but his fingers were burned by the flames of the gas. He threw away his mobile phone and cigarettes annoyedly, and scolded Song Zhe, "Why are you talking so much? I told you to get out! Who is Su Qiao? I've forgotten it!"

----

In the bedroom, Fang Cheng adjusted the lighting angle and the position of the camera, and asked Qi Feng in a low voice: "I will live with Mr. Pei from now on. So, isn't it inconvenient for me to come to you?"

"It's not inconvenient."

Qi Feng said in a calm tone, as if living with a man is a very common thing.

His character is indeed somewhat calm and cautious. But Fang Cheng had some doubts about living with someone so ordinary, and asked him: "Did you know Pei Yan before? I always feel that you are very familiar with him, and it doesn't look like a one-night stand at all." One-night stand

?

Qi Feng smiled: "Let's start recording."

Fang Cheng: "Hey."

Fang Cheng announced the live broadcast time on Qi Feng's wb yesterday, after entering the live broadcast room, there were less than a hundred fans waiting. This is indeed a bit miserable for an idol star who has debuted for almost two years.

Fortunately, dozens of fans are real fans, and the comments posted in the live broadcast room are gentler than any public platform:

[Xiaofeng can also play the guzheng, so good. 】

【Don't say, Xiaofeng's temperament is indeed a bit ancient and elegant. 】

[Wow, Xiaofeng's balcony is so grand. ]

[I saw the scenery outside, it was a high-rise building, and it seemed to be in a rich area. 】

......

Qi Feng looked at the camera and knew that he had appeared in the live broadcast room. He didn't speak, but with a slight smile between his brows, he began to droop his eyes and stroke the strings.

He chose a well-known guzheng song "High Mountain and Flowing Water", which is not difficult to play. The original owner can play the guzheng, but only at the entry level, and has never played it publicly in front of everyone.

He chooses such a well-known repertoire to play without being abrupt or arousing suspicion. You might think that he was just practicing hard in private.

Ning Yufei heard the news that Qi Feng opened a live broadcast room.

His assistant sneered at the side: "What can Qi Feng do with a live broadcast? There are only a few poor fans, and they are all die-hard fans. How many people can watch it?" "I also heard that Fang Cheng came to the company's advertising department to apply for a live

broadcast During the time, I was scolded by the advertising director. That means don't let Qi Feng act like a monster and cause trouble for the PR department."

The assistant couldn't help laughing as she said.

Ning Yufei didn't find it funny, and asked him: "What time is Qi Feng's live broadcast?"

Assistant: "It seems to have already started, do you think he will deliberately learn from you to live broadcast your private life?"

Ning Yufei: "The live broadcast room Give me the number, and I'll go in and have a look."

The assistant was surprised: "Do you use your account to go in, so...doesn't it mean giving him a compliment? Your traffic is so big, and let him take advantage of it for nothing." Ning

Yu Fei fidgeted: "Use the trumpet."

He quickly entered Qi Feng's live broadcast room. Before the screen was fully loaded, he heard a long and distant sound of playing the guzheng.

He was stunned for a moment, and soon saw the boy sitting in front of a guzheng playing in the picture, with his fingers resting on the wide and long ancient rhyme strings, the fingers stroked, plucked or picked, and the smooth and melodious melody flowed from the fingertips. Out, around the ears.

Qi Feng was already extremely good-looking, but the hands playing the piano, which was close-up by the live broadcast, were also so good-looking. The ten fingers are slender and soft, clean and fair, but they are full of strength when they are hooked and bent, with both rigidity and softness.

It looks good, sounds good, and is pleasing to the eye.

There weren't many fans in the live broadcast room, but they were all amazed and praised:

[Ahhh, that sounds good. I seem to be at the foot of the mountain, listening to the sound of birds singing and spending money, and the sound of running water. ]

[The hair is proficient, the sound is superb, is the flower pillow really a guzheng that I just learned? ]

[I don't know how to play the piano, but I think it sounds good. I can play this song on a loop for a day. 】

【That's a guzheng, not a piano! ]

[Sure enough, this is my favorite flower pillow, flower pillow, come on! I love you forever. ]

...

The comments in the live broadcast room are completely different from the comments that still mock Qi Feng on the Internet. They are all love for Qi Feng.

It can be seen that even if he is hacked by the whole network, this person still has loyal fans.

Even the word that mocked Qi Feng as "embroidered pillow" before has changed its flavor. Fans call him "flower pillow" like a nickname.

Ning Yufei's eyes gradually turned cold.

The assistant listened for a while, and asked in surprise: "He, how can he play the guzheng? Could it be the dubbing, he faked it?"

Such a beautiful melody must be faked by Qi Feng.

The assistant thought to himself, and blurted out: "Qi Feng dares to broadcast fake bullets live, but he can't be ridiculed to death. Does he not like being scolded? Brother Yufei, shall we expose him to the company?" "He is not a person who can fake bullets

. "

Ning Yufei doesn't know guzheng either, but he knows that there is a guzheng in Qi Feng's house.

At that time they had just debuted, he went to play at Qi Feng's house, and asked Qi Feng to play for him after seeing it.

Qi Feng said with a smile: "I'm not good at playing, I'll play it for you when I'm done practicing."

He is a humble person, and he won't take out what he knows easily before he is sure. But as long as he takes it out, he will amaze others.

Moreover, the footage of the live broadcast has always been a close-up of the guzheng. Those who know the guzheng can tell whether it is a fake playing by looking at his fingering.

The assistant couldn't believe it: "It's not a fake play? Qi Feng really knows how to play the guzheng. Then he..." The

assistant wanted to say: Then he is awesome.

But after seeing Ning Yufei's face, he swallowed the words that wanted to praise Qi Feng.

Qi Feng is a student of the Department of Performing Arts. He has filmed creative commercials, acted in short art films, and appeared in variety shows when he debuted. He has shown his talents in various aspects. If it hadn't been for being hacked all this time, a director would have asked him to make a film.

Let others know that he can play a musical instrument, and then he will have a wider path in the future.

The assistant thought about it, but didn't dare to say it. Because he knew that Ning Yufei wanted to deliberately step on Qi Feng, and they were opponents.

Ning Yufei looked at it calmly for a long time, and said, "This is not Qi Feng's house."

He went to celebrate after Qi Feng bought a house. I lived in Qifengjia for one night, so I know the layout of his house. Such a spacious and luxurious balcony as in the live broadcast room, it cannot be Qi Feng's second bedroom.

Where is he playing?

Assistant: "Could it be a rented studio?"

Ning Yufei shook his head.

The high-rise can be seen through the window, and the scenery outside the window can be judged to be the central area of ​​City A. The price of real estate in this place is very expensive, a price that some first-line stars can't afford.

For some reason, Ning Yufei suddenly thought of Pei Yan.

He asked his assistant: "Did the audition notification for Donghai Investment come down?" "

I don't know, Mr. Tang hasn't notified yet. However, it definitely can't be Qi Feng. I heard that he didn't even go to the audition that day." The

assistant looked at Ning Yu Fei's expression became more and more bad, and he hurriedly said, "Why don't you just play a piece of Guzheng music? There are so many people who know classical music, no one cares about it.

" It's not a big splash. You can see that the number of people online is barely a hundred, tsk tsk, it's pitiful for artists to mix like this."

Ning Yufei: "Don't underestimate these people, they will record the live broadcast and repost it everywhere, and then it will be ten times and a hundred times traffic."

The assistant didn't care: "That's nothing, individual users will not be watched in a small area. Unlike you, you can live broadcast and put on a mask before going to bed. You can also attract a cosmetics company What about your endorsement advertisement."

"Brother Ning Yufei, let's also open a live broadcast. Let the people in the advertising department see the huge difference in traffic between Qifeng and your live broadcast room, and I will only pay more attention to you in the future."

Indeed.

Ning Yufei nodded.

It doesn't matter if Qi Feng can play a guzheng, he still has dozens of times more traffic than him.

Ning Yufei sneered in his heart, anyway, he has plenty of ways to make Qi Feng fall into black material again, and all his efforts will be in vain.

He was about to think about the content of today's live broadcast, when he heard that Qi Feng's live broadcast changed the tune. It was a completely different style of melody just now.

He didn't pay attention to it at first, but when he was about to close it, he suddenly saw that the number of fans in Qi Feng's live broadcast room suddenly increased to more than 500.

"What's going on?"

He couldn't help asking in surprise.

In the blink of an eye, the number of online fans increased to six hundred.

"What's the matter?"

The assistant jumped down and hurried over to see, the number increased to more than 800 people: "How come there are only so many people in a while!"

Qi Feng is doing promotion and marketing by himself?

This is strictly prohibited by the company!

The assistant was stunned, and the number of people in the live broadcast room quickly approached a thousand.

"It's okay, brother Yufei, your live broadcast room has more than 10,000 people watching every time? He only has 1,000 people, which is ten times less than yours. Don't worry, come, let's do our own live broadcast."

Assistant Coaxing Ning Yufei, he secretly glanced at the change in the number of online people above the live broadcast room.

The numbers kept jumping: 1,000 people, 1,500 people, 2,000 people...

"No, it's impossible. Why did so many people suddenly increase? Is Qi Feng playing a demon? It's too scary!"

The assistant took out his mobile phone: "I want to tell Mr. Tang about this, he will never let Qi Feng go!"

Looking at the rising number of people, Ning Yufei's face became more and more pale.

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