You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

She sat on the piano stool and opened the key cover.

"Why...are you coming tonight?"

"Little Cucumber, it's a shame you couldn't come to the cultural festival with me. Today I met a girl who's really good at guitar."

The strings were gently plucked, producing a few scattered notes. Sanjiao Chuxia raised his head, and the moonlight shone through the small window onto his profile, outlining a soft outline.

"?"

Ruoye Mu turned around and looked at him, not understanding why he said that.

"I was wondering if Little Cucumber would feel lonely since he's been alone all day."

Moonlight streamed through the small window in the basement, casting dappled shadows on Wakaba Mu's nightgown. Her fingers hovered above the keys, trembling slightly.

"So..." Sanjiao Chuxia showed a gentle smile, "I just wanted to play guitar together after such a long time."

The basement fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of the night wind blowing gently against the window.

"……Thanks."

"If you want to express your gratitude, pick up your guitar and play along."

As he spoke, he pointed at the guitar the girl had just put on the shelf and said, "I already said I came here to play guitar with you, why are you sitting at the piano without saying a word?"

"But the band..."

"Don't worry about the band today, just play your favorite." Triangle Chuxia walked to the guitar stand and gently took down the pink guitar. "Besides, I haven't practiced with Little Cucumber for a long time, and my guitar skills are almost declining."

He made a small joke and then handed the guitar to Wakaba Mutsu.

The light flowed across the guitar, revealing the subtle marks of wear on the neck - proof of her day and night practice.

Wakaba Mu's fingers trembled slightly, but she finally took the guitar. The familiar weight reminded her of the time when she and Sanjiao Hatsuka played guitar together.

"What are you playing?"

"Black Cage, I asked Shiina-san to change it to a double guitar version."

He opened a file on his phone and placed the double guitar tab of "Black Cage" in front of Wakaba Mu.

"Ah."

Ruoye Mu's fingers gently stroked the strings, a familiar touch coming from her fingertips. She lowered her head to look at the music on her phone screen, her light green hair falling down, covering her slightly flushed cheeks.

"Are you ready?" Sanjiao Chuxia adjusted her posture and placed her fingers lightly on the strings.

Ruoye Mu took a deep breath and tightened her fingers on the strings. She nodded slightly, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

“3, 2, 1——”

As the countdown ended, both guitars erupted in a fierce burst of sound. Wakaba Mu's fingers moved rapidly across the strings, completely unlike his usual quiet self.

The intense melody poured out from her fingertips, perfectly intertwined with the performance of the triangle early summer.

The basement was instantly filled with violent musical notes. Wakaba Mu's light blue nightgown swayed with the rhythm, her hair flying. Her expression was focused and intense, completely immersed in the music.

(This feeling is even more intense than it was then.)

It was as if the long-suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet. Ruoye Mu's guitar rhythm even surpassed the first time the two played together.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Sanjiao Chuxia's forehead as he tried hard to keep up with the other party's pace.

The sounds of the two guitars collided and merged in the basement, like two trapped beasts fiercely fighting in the darkness. Sweat trickled down Wakaba Mu's forehead, but she showed no intention of stopping.

When the last note fell, both of them gasped slightly. Ruoye Mu's fingers were still on the strings, trembling slightly.

"...It's been a long time since I last did this." She said softly, her voice a little hoarse.

(Playing guitar, so happy.)

Sanjiao Hatsuka looked at her flushed cheeks and shining eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Little Cucumber, you really still like playing guitar the most, right?"

Ruoye Mu didn't answer, but the slight upward curve of his lips said it all.

………………

ps: The title is still the lyrics (too lazy to think)

ps2: Because Xiaomu in this book is not a multi-headed monster, his family relationships are also different from Mujica's (it's better to say that most of the settings have long been different)

Chapter 150: How far can we go tonight?

(Xiao Mu, now is the best opportunity!)

The fingertips trembled lightly, and the strings emitted a subtle hum. Ruo Yemu lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a light shadow under the light.

(Pretend your hands hurt from playing for too long, and ask Xiaoxia to massage them for you...)

"..."

The tips of Wakaba Mu's ears instantly turned crimson, and his fingers curled up unconsciously.

She secretly looked up at Sanjiao Chuxia who was packing up her guitar, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

"Xia..." Ruoye Mu called softly, his voice even weaker than usual.

"Hmm? That's it?"

Hearing the other person calling her, Sanjiao Chuxia turned her head, her golden hair glowing warmly under the light.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out her left hand: "My fingers...are a little painful."

"Ah." Sanjiao Chuxia immediately put down the guitar in her hand and moved closer with concern, "Let me see."

He carefully held Wakaba Mu's hand and gently stroked her fingertips with his.

"is it here?"

"Ah."

She nodded, and her heart beat faster when she felt the warmth of Sanjiao Chuxia's palm.

"You haven't played guitar for a long time, so did you accidentally use too much force?" He asked softly, his thumb gently pressing her fingertips. "Let me help you."

The basement was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.

Ruoye Mu lowered his head and looked at the two people's clasped hands, and suddenly wished that time could stop at this moment forever.

(Xiao Mu, come a little closer...)

Following her inner desire, she leaned forward slightly, but retreated when she saw Sanjiao Hatsuka's focused profile.

The night wind blew through the curtains, bringing a cool breeze, but it couldn't dispel the heat on her face.

"Are you feeling better?" He raised his head and met Ruoye Mu's gaze.

"Ah."

She nodded slightly but didn't pull her hand away.

(Why didn’t you do as I told you, Xiao Mu! If you had listened to me and leaned over, we would have been kissing by now!)

(...)

(Forget it, forget it, but this is a rare opportunity, you must do as I say!)

Ruoye Mu's fingertips trembled slightly as she felt the warmth of Sanjiao Chuxia's palm. She lowered her eyes, her long light green hair falling, covering her flushed cheeks.

(Just say it’s too late and let him stay overnight…)

"Xia, it's... very late." She mustered up the courage to speak.

Sanjiao Chuxia took out her cell phone and checked the time, and was surprised to find that it was almost midnight.

(No wonder Cucumber’s fingers hurt after playing for so long.)

The two of them were so engrossed in playing the guitar that time passed by unnoticed.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time. Then I will..."

"It's too late, it's... not safe outside." Ruo Yemu interrupted him quickly, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of his nightgown, "Xia, you can stay..."

(Well done! Next, the guest room is ready.)

Ruoye Mu opened his mouth, but was too nervous to make a sound. His heartbeat was so loud in his ears that it seemed as if the entire basement could hear it.

Sanjiao Chuxia was stunned for a moment, then she smiled gently.

"Sorry to bother you. But I have to send a message to Xiaochu so that she won't worry."

As he lowered his head to type, Ruoye Mu breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curled up slightly. The night breeze blew in through the window, carrying the fragrance of the night-blooming jasmine from the garden.

(Then I'll take Xiao Xia to the guest room... Wait, do you want me to take her directly to our room?)

As soon as she said this, she shook her head violently, causing her light green hair to sway.

"What's wrong?" Sanjiao Chuxia looked up in confusion.

"...It's okay." Wakaba Mu stood up and put the guitar back on the shelf. "I'll take you to the guest room."

The two of them walked up the stairs, one in front of the other, the wooden stairs creaking slightly. Her heartbeat quickened with each step, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

(Xiao Mu, Xiao Xia heard your heartbeat, didn’t she?)

This thought made Ruoye Mu stumble and almost miss a step. Sanjiao Chuxia quickly grasped her shoulders.

"Be careful."

The warmth of his palm came through the thin nightgown, making Ruoye Mu freeze.

"Thank you."

"Resist, Cucumber! If you fall down, there will be no one to compose music for [personaction]."

After making sure she was standing firmly, Sanjiao Hatsuka released her hand.

"Um……"

Ruo Ye Mu nodded slightly, but in his heart he was complaining to another self.

(Don't say such weird things.)

(It was Xiaomu who was too distracted. If it were me, I would have taken Xiaoxia down long ago!)

Ignoring the other voice in her head, she took Sanjiao Chuxia to the guest room at the end of the corridor and pushed the door open.

The warm yellow wall lamp lights up, the room is clean and cozy, and the bed sheets exude a faint lavender scent.

"There are disposable toiletries in the bedside table."

He looked around, a little surprised: "What a thorough preparation."

"There are always servants cleaning." Wakaba Mu explained softly, his eyes falling on the floor.

"I see."

While answering, Sanjiao Chuxia took out a set of toothbrush and towel from the bedside table.

(Xiao Mu, what else are you going to say? It’s too early to say goodnight!)

"...Xia, would you like something to drink?" she asked suddenly, seeming a little abrupt.

"Warm water is fine, thank you."

Although I would rather drink coffee, it's already midnight and I won't be able to sleep if I drink more.

Ruoye Mu walked quickly to the kitchen, her heart still pounding. Her fingertips were still trembling slightly as she took the glass from the cupboard.

(Calm down...)

She took a deep breath and returned to the guest room door with a glass of water, only to find Sanjiao Chuxia standing by the window looking at the moonlight.

"Water." Ruoye Mu said softly and handed over the cup.

"Thank you."

Sanjiao Chuxia took the cup of water, and their fingertips accidentally touched, sparking a subtle electric current. The air between them suddenly became thicker.

"Good night then."

She took a step back, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.