i was rereading 19 days and for some reason i imagined he tian playing the piano after chapter 270.
now i headcanon that he tian so confidently promised to learn to play the guitar in a week not just because he's a pretentious asshole. he tian already knows how to play another instrument, the piano, because in his childhood his mum often sat him next to her or on her lap, and little tian listened to her play with a throbbing heart. she taught him for a while, and then, after her death, he tian continued to practice simply because it reminded him of his mother, of those few bright and warm moments from his childhood that he wants to cherish and preserve forever.
he tian doesn't have a piano in his apartment, because technically it's not his apartment, but his uncle or some other relative. or he was too lazy to move it/buy a new one, idk... after all, he tian still hasn't sorted out the boxes with his stuff since moving into his current apartment, and he's about to move again soon (.,_.).
i just can't get over the picture in my head where he tian is playing some melancholic and sorrowful melody, and guanshan is leaning his forehead against the glass of a huge window, watching the raindrops trickle down. when he tian finishes, they huddle together on the couch for a few minutes and then tian rests his head against redhead's lap. guan shan gently strokes his hair, and they talk and talk and talk...
mo guan shan: *struggling to open a jar of pickles*
he tian: do you need help with that?
mo guan shan: *smashes a jar on the floor and takes out a pickle from a pile of shards*
mo guan shan: no.
i think sometimes oldxian forgets that he tian is only 15-16 years old...
there are 2 types of couples:
drunk he tian: *crying*
mo guan shan: hey, asshole, why do you look so fucked up?
he tian: you know, little mo, i have a dream, and so often it seems to me that it will never come true.
mo guan shan: what kind of dream is this if you can't make it happen?
he tian: i want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don't even ask. or ask. it doesn't really matter. i just want you to wanna kiss me. i want you to love me. i want to be with you. but... you don't want to. so now i'm drunk and crying.
mo guan shan: i can't fucking believe it. did you ask me, huh? maybe... maybe i want to, too.
he tian: well... no? do you wanna kiss me?
mo guan shan: fuck yeah.
he tian: *crying even more while they're kissing*
jian yi: what if we call our band «this band», so every time someone asks “are you listening to this band?” no one will understand which band they're talking about?
he tian: this is your best idea, jian yi!
zhan zheng xi: why are you trying to make life difficult for other people?
mo guan shan: so... everyone will be confused because of the name, and we will lose potential fans and money?
he tian: guan shan and i don't use pet names.
jian yi: i see... what did your mum call you as a child?
he tian: she died when i was 4. i don't remember much.
jian yi: i see... :(
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jian yi: then... what do bee's do?
he tian: honey?
mo guan shan: what do you want, dickhead?
*texting*
zhan zheng xi: you're cute.
jian yi: aww tysm
zhan zheng xi: i don't have autism.
I don’t understand, what do you mean this wasn’t the scene???
he tian: do you have two tongues in your mouth? mo guan shan: no. he tian: do you want to?