Wine and Gun

When Albarino discovered this, the workers were planning to remove the piano, and in Albarino's own sketchbook, he had drawn at least three versions of the future design of the sun room, all of which included slenderness. Elegant greenery, a soothing fabric sofa and that grand piano.

So of course he had to rush over to stop them - Herstal stared blankly as he beckoned the workers to let go of the piano, a look that would make legal interns, juries and serial murder victims Weeping and weeping together, but Albarino does not eat that.

At that time, the piano was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that the old lady who owned the house had not played it a few times at all. Albarino stretched out his hand and pressed the piano keys twice, and the piano made a few harsh syllables. Albarino himself didn't know anything about instruments, but just by looking at the twitch of Herstal's eyebrows when that syllable sounded, the sound of the piano was absolutely terrible.

"This," Albarino asked, taking his hand from the keys, "can you play it after tuning it?"

"Whatever you want." - Herstal replied at the time, and he didn't say whether to leave the piano in the sun room and find someone to tune it.

They haven't mentioned it since then, as if the behemoth in the sunroom was just a silent ghost. Albarino did find a tuner one day at Herstal. In addition to tuning, the piano was replaced with two broken strings, and then Albarino went back to work. Buried the instrument, whose tone had become harmonious again, in the glass-room tomb, without saying a word to Herstal.

He would admit to being curious about the years that Herstal had accompanies the choir, about the days he spent learning the piano in a Kentucky church, about why he chose to hang the dead in the church with piano strings Underneath the dome—what made him who he is, and the nuances of choices that make all the difference.

But he's learned not to talk, because that's the trick to sustaining a relationship that's longer than a creator and a work of art, and more difficult than love and marriage. It's true that Herstal has stepped on that river of blood, but it doesn't mean that he has easily resorted to words about everything in the past. If Albarino learned one valuable quality from Shana Bacchus, it was "patience".

Because something special happens only at the right moment, like that long afternoon in the Louvre staring at the Raft of the Medusa, and they have an infinite amount of time, so to speak.

And just at this moment, one morning after the snow, Albarino Bacchus was standing in the doorway of the sun room, and Herstal Armalette was sitting in front of the piano; , Albarino gently tiptoed to Herstal's side, his movements were so light that it was like stepping on a brocade woven with gold and silver light, or stepping on someone's dream——

And his eyes fell on the hands that had picked up the red-hot iron from the burning fire of the fireplace last night, and had pinched his neck until the last trace of oxygen escaped from his lips, At this moment, the red, swollen and gradually purplish marks on his neck are the fingerprints of these hands.

But when that finger brushed the piano keys, it was almost gentle, but it was also firm and firm. And some kind of rising mood is bursting out from the gradually fast melody-thanks to his family education, although Albarino does not know anything about musical instruments, he has heard enough music, and now he has heard it is Which tune is it—the author of the piece used it to describe a rising, unquenchable love, but this surging tune seemed to Herstal something more intense, more painful, more complicated. emotion.

The snow-white light streaming in from outside the glass room was shining on him, and Albarino could see the strands of hair hanging down from Herstal's forehead, swaying slightly with his movements, the ends of the hair brightened. The sun turned white. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and it seemed that he wanted to smooth it out with his fingers or lips. What was he thinking about? Is this song? Or thinking about Albarino itself? The poet said, "Love! Love as long as you can, as long as you want!" Is he thinking of this prophetic word?

And the music has come to the third part, the melody has returned to that lyrical, peaceful rhythm, and at this time Albarino finally put a hand gently, gently on Hesta On Er's shoulder, his movements were as light as if he were about to touch a bird that was frightened.

He felt a little stiff for a moment when his hand touched Herstal's shoulder, but then relaxed immediately. In the gap between the music, he even heard Herstal as if he breathed a little, the sound was so subtle, but so soft.

The last part of the piece is as soft as a dream, the sound is long and gentle, quiet as sleep, and gentle as life. Albarino's fingers could feel the temperature on Herstal's skin from under the fabric of his shirt. A cluster of snow on the eaves of the glass house was melted by the sunlight and fell loosely from the eaves, making a small sound.

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