In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
The tune of flute, Romances my soul, When it touches your lips, I am mesmerized by its tone, Dance of seduction is a play between us, The creases on the sheets, Bears witness of our love.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
As much I would have loved to spend my days and nights with Bo Di, the reality was far more different. After our rendezvous in the shower, it was difficult for us to meet eachother. He was busy with his studies and I was busy with the Annual Charity Event that the university holds every year for the betterment of our society.
This does make me wonder who would be singing with me this year? I smile at the memory of a young talented singer with whom I had a great opportunity to share the stage with few years ago.
A knock at my studio door intimates me of an arrival and I smile knowing that the only one who would come in at this hour would be my Dad.
"Zoo" his voice is warm as he takes a seat next to me and I hand over my guitar to him. He quickly strums few chords out and I am impressed. The old man still can swoon many but knowing him, his soul is eternally tied to my Mom alone.
"Why aren't you asleep?" I enquire and he hums an old tune. They say classical musics are the best. Well for me each and every genres have their own beauty which probably can never be described by words or deeds. They exist one with this universe.
"I just came home from work and saw the lights on in the studio. Knew you'd be in here so your old man didn't want to leave his only son sitting all alone" he nudges his shoulders against mine and I laugh.
"Its way past midnight Dad. You need to rest" I chide and he hums another tune. Back when I was young, I was extremely shy and unable to express my emotions well. It was then my Dad introduced me to various genres. He taught me to associate my emotions through them. Often when there was something my heart wanted to say, I'd play classical music. It seems today he has something he wanted to share. So, I patiently wait for him to assimilate his thoughts.
"Zoo" his voice is so soft "how are you?"
His question takes me by surprise and even though I could not see his expression, I knew they were soft and full of adoration.
"Dad..." before I could continue, he strums another chord "If you're going to tell me that you're fine, you should be aware that I have my ways of finding out the truth" he pauses for a moment "because of the scandal, you've lost some projects, haven't you?"
Shit. He knows.
"Hm" was all I could say.
"Are you alright?" He wasn't giving up and we both knew, I couldn't and wouldn't lie to him.
