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Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and held back his smile. He watched Duan Feifan swaying two strings of lights, holding a rose in his mouth and carrying a speaker in his hand.

I felt so sad that my back was sore.

After the lyrics of the first few lines, Duan Feifan pressed the sentence "The moon represents my heart" and stopped step by step and stood in front of him, taking off the flower in his mouth.

Jiang Kuo reached out to take it, but Duan Feifan did not hand the flower to him. Instead, he lowered his head and started to slap him quickly, and began to sing: "My love remains unchanged, my love remains unchanged..."

Then he took the time to reach out to the moon on the roof and pointed: "The moon represents my heart..."

He withdrew his hand and broke off two thorns.

"A gentle kiss," he handed the flower to Jiang Kuo, "It has touched my heart..."

Jiang Kuo took the flower.

That kiss was not gentle, it was possible to touch the heart, and it was true that it broke the mouth.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

Although this "performance" is silly, Duan Feifan's voice is low and magnetic, and when he sings gently, it seems that he can pull people into memories.

Because of the thought of the kiss that smashed the mouth, Jiang Kuo's strong desire to laugh had slowly calmed down. At the beginning, some of the desire to cry made a comeback.

"Our first Valentine's Day," Duan Feifan said, "I still have a sense of ritual. I have also prepared a performance. Do you want to watch it?"

"Isn't this a performance?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"This is the appearance." Duan Feifan said.

"Then I want to see it." Jiang Kuo said.

"Enter the house, you will be called to the police when you perform here," Duan Feifan said, "Just just do the bedroom, don't turn on the lights."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

"Sit on the bed," Duan Feifan touched the wardrobe and opened the door. "Actually, you made an appointment long ago and paid a deposit. I guess you have forgotten it."

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered: "I haven't forgotten, did you bring the accordion?"

"Well," Duan Feifan took out the accordion from the bottom of the closet and slowly recited it in the darkness. "You can't order two hundred songs, remember?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded with a smile, pulling the quilt and leaning against it.

Duan Feifan's face was not seen in the dark, only a row of white keys on the accordion and a blurred hand placed on the keys.

"There will be no charge this time." Duan Feifan said.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo smiled and applauded him.

"Don't look too high," Duan Feifan pulled the piano lightly, and the piano made a neat sound, as if it was echoing, "I'll make do with it and can pull it out."

"Don't be too modest in front of someone like me who hasn't even touched it," said Jiang Kuo. "I may not be able to hear it."

"Okay." Duan Feifan cleared his throat.

"Do you still want to sing?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I won't sing," Duan Feifan said, "I'll report it."

Jiang Kuo smiled and opened his hands, waiting to applaud again.

"Below is a solo accordion that Duan Yingjun presented to Jiang Youqian," Duan Feifan said, "at night outside Moscow."

"I've heard it, I've heard it." Jiang Kuo clapped.

"Hear?" Duan Feifan twitched, "That's trouble."

"I heard it once." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's OK," Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo was still smiling, the accordion had been sounded.

For a few seconds, he was drowned out by the music from low to high.

He has heard this song in Mr. Jiang's car. Mr. Jiang likes all kinds of old Soviet songs, so he has an impression of many old songs.

I don’t feel much when I usually hear it, but in the dark, face to face, I can almost feel the music coming, and the feeling is still very strong.

Compared with many common instruments, the accordion has a more majestic momentum and richer tone.

As the bellows are opened and closed, this song has a new memory of the former melody in Jiang Kuo's mind. The grandeur brings a distant and faint sadness, repeatedly pulling people's emotions.

Jiang Kuo sat on the bed, looking at the figure in the extraordinary darkness in front of him.

This will be a picture that he will always be engraved in his memory without using any object, and will also have a beautiful bgm.

Duan Feifan's accordion level should be at the advanced stage of beginners. There is no skill, but I don't know if it is affected by emotions. Jiang Kuo could hear the strong emotions in this straight performance.

After the performance, Duan Feifan turned on the lights in the room and bowed to him.

Jiang Kuo came back from his senses from the immersion, got up, knelt on the bed, raised his hands and clapped, and cooperated with a few whistles and applause.

Then the door was knocked.

"...is it disturbing the people?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes," Duan Feifan quickly put the piano on, "I'll go out and apologize to someone."

"I'll be with you." Jiang Kuo jumped out of the bed.

"Remember to be sincere." Duan Feifan whispered.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo followed behind him.

There were two neighbors standing outside the door, one man and one woman, with bad expressions on their faces.

"It's your house, right?" The man pointed at Duan Feifan, "Are you sick? What are you doing in the middle of the night? Can't you go out to find a soundproofing place when practicing the piano!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Duan Feifan said, "I just had something very happy, and I was a little overwhelmed when I was excited. I'm sorry to everyone."

"You are so excited and happy," the female neighbor frowned, "What does it mean to be woken up in the middle of the night! Just take care of yourself! Don't worry about others' lives or death, just be happy!"

"It's our fault, which will affect everyone's rest," Duan Feifan's voice apologized, "I will definitely pay attention in the future and will not make any noise anymore. Brother and sister, it's too late now. You can rest first. Let's see when you have time tomorrow. I'll come to you for a formal compensation..."

"Hey," the male neighbor waved his hand, "No need to do this, just be careful, after all, sound insulation is not very good, you can hear any movement."

"Be careful." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo, who had been unable to get in and couldn't even tell what to say while apologizing, finally followed up: "Be careful."

"Okay, OK," the female neighbor sighed and turned back, "We can understand young people, just think more about others."

Jiang Kuo retreated to the living room. Duan Feifan waited for the two neighbors to enter the house before closing the door, turned around and leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, I don't usually think there is such a big noise in this piano, maybe it's because the market is too noisy."

"Do you have to come to apologize tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Take two boxes of beef to pay a gift," Duan Feifan said. "I guess you will live here if you have nothing to do. You may still have a cannon in the future, so you should do it more thoughtfully."

"What do you mean to live here when I'm fine?" Jiang Kuo narrowed his eyes, "Don't you want to come?"

"I said it wrong," Duan Feifan said, "It's me. I must have been thinking about coming here after school starts..."

Jiang Kuo smiled and went over and hugged him.

Duan Feifan hugged him tightly.

After a while of silence, Jiang Kuo said, "You are really romantic."

"Is it romantic?" Duan Feifan said, "Aren't you stupid when you smile like that?"

"It's just stupid and romantic," Jiang Kuo said with a smile, "When did you get these things?"

"I brought other things here a few days ago, all of them are small things," Duan Feifan said. "Just Qin took them this afternoon while you were not back." "Damn," Jiang Kuo looked at him with his head back, "I thought you were busy until the evening?"

"I've been busy all the time," Duan Feifan said, "It's only twenty minutes to bring a piano over... Does it sound good? Uncle plays those songs all day long, and I know only those songs. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and this song may be more suitable."

"It sounds nice." Jiang Kuo said, "This is the first time I've been listening to an accordion face to face, it sounds nice."

"Do you still want to hear it?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Well, listen to those poems you know." Jiang Kuo said.

"Two hundred and one song, 20% off if you pack it." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo choked with a choke.

"I have a gift for you," Duan Feifan let go of him and walked towards the refrigerator. "I don't know if you like it." "...Aren't those just considered gifts?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised and followed.

"Those are just fun to make you happy," Duan Feifan said, "but they are not special gifts. I mainly feel that you don't lack anything, so I just want to prepare something interesting."

"Those were already very interesting just now." Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan, really didn't know any interesting gifts that needed to be kept in the refrigerator.

Before, he opened the refrigerator to get the drinks and didn't find anything inside.

No, some.

A supermarket has a plastic bag wrapped in a box-like thing, but Jiang Kuo always opens the refrigerator just to get a drink, so he has no idea when he sees that thing.

Duan Feifan indeed took out the bag from the refrigerator.

"Damn," said Jiang Kuo, "I saw it when I first got the drink. I didn't expect it to be a gift?"
To be continued...