MTL - She Came To My Concert-Chapter 13

after a long time.

When her voice melted into the night wind, the voice-activated light also went out silently, making Chen's figure hidden in the dark again.

Darkness and silence can amplify one's nerves and senses. In this huge piano room, Zhu Wenshu could feel Ling Chen looking at her.

I could also feel a delicate and dense emotion floating in the air, coming from Ling Chen who was looking at her from afar.

And he was silent for too long, so long that Zhu Wenshu felt that it was his anger accumulating strength, and he suddenly got up.

Zhu Wenshu watched the blurry figure walk to the wall on her left, raised his hand and pressed it, and suddenly the lights in the piano room were brightly lit.

But Ling Chen seemed to have difficulty adapting to such bright lights for a while, his palms were still resting on the wall, he lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment before turning around.

"Why did you come here?"

"There was an accident on the road, and the viaduct was blocked for a long time."

Seeing that his expression was calm, Zhu Wen Shu heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ling Chen dropped an "oh", turned around and walked towards the corner, picked up a guitar, sat on the steps with bent legs, bowed his head and played a few syllables at will.

Zhu Wenshu is not a person who understands music, but she can feel that this unformed tune sounds a little brisk.

But Ling Chen sat there again without speaking, making her unable to figure out whether this person was still angry or not.

While Zhu Wen Shugan was standing, Ling Chen glanced at her.

"You sit."

Zhu Wenshu: "OK."

You can sit, but where?

Except for the piano chair that was far away from Ling Chen, there seemed to be no other stools in this room.

Ling Chen was still playing the guitar on his own, Zhu Wenshu looked around, finally went to the steps, and sat next to him with his skirt tucked in.

A burst of fragrance of shampoo suddenly wafted through the tip of the nose, and the tune under Chen's fingertips suddenly jumped a beat.

Zhu Wenshu, who is tone-blind, didn't notice this, but thought that the piece he played casually was quite nice.

Simple, but not loose, smart and colorful.

In this quiet night, the unique clear timbre of the plucked stringed instruments and the moonlight harmonize, rolling and flowing in the night.

When Zhu Wenshu suddenly came back to his senses, the song was over.

Ling Chen pinched the pick and turned his head, the two caught off guard and looked at each other.

Zhu Wenshu's consciousness was still not completely separated from the piece just now, so he subconsciously asked, "What did you play? It's really nice."

"New song, not released yet."

Ling Chen withdrew his gaze, flicked the pick on the strings, "Miss Zhu, you are the first to hear."

His voice was low but clean.

When Zhu Wenshu heard this sentence, he felt that the tip of his heart was trembling like the strings in his hand.

"Oh, so..."

She turned her face away slightly, and suddenly her mind was a little immobile, "Then what about the song you sang at the piano just now? Is it also a new song?"

"..."

The intermittent syllables stopped suddenly, causing Chen to hang his fingers on the guitar and look at Zhu Wenshu.

There was no sense of oppression in his eyes, but Zhu Wenshu felt that the air around him seemed to suddenly gain weight, pressing heavily on her.

"Quite new."

"It was only published five years ago."

Zhu Wenshu: "Huh?"

Ling Chen turned away and stopped looking at her, the corner of his mouth curled up, but no smile appeared.

"It's your favorite song "Classmate Xiaocan""

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

A few long and dead seconds passed, and Zhu Wenshu blinked dryly.

"Have you ever heard the famous quote from the famous educator Montessori?"

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Zhu Wenshu: "I've heard it, and I've forgotten it; I've seen it, and I've remembered it; I've done it, and I've understood it..."

After speaking, Ling Chen's expression became weaker and weaker, and Zhu Wenshu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he even swallowed the last word.

She finally stopped struggling and shut up.

It seems that there is no need to deliberately explain anything.

She had actually heard this song before, and the melody sounded familiar to her just now.

But she really didn't remember which song it was for a while.

"What are you nervous about?"

After a moment of silence, Ling Chen got up suddenly, and when Zhu Wenshu passed by, Zhu Wenshu heard him say, "I don't check my homework."

Hearing the word "homework", Zhu Wenshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, his brain flickered, and that bit of embarrassing worry suddenly turned into the autumn outing essay written by Ling Siyuan.

When I looked up at Ling Chen again, he was bending over to play the guitar.

Zhu Wenshu's gaze uncontrollably moved down from his waist inch by inch.

After one glance, she quickly looked away.

Then, I couldn't help but take another look.

This ass...isn't that big.

But it's still pretty warped.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Chen's voice suddenly sounded.

Zhu Wenshu quickly withdrew his gaze as if he was caught peeping at a little girl taking a shower.

When I didn't know what to say, I remembered the main purpose of my coming here today.

"It's nothing, but I think you seem to be quite busy... If you have nothing to do, I won't bother you after I get the ticket."

Ling Chen didn't say anything, just said "Yes", walked towards the piano, found out the ticket that was stuck in the music score, and walked towards Zhu Wenshu.

Just when they were only one step away, Zhu Wenshu reached out to pick it up, and suddenly footsteps came from behind him.

Then, Ling Xingyan's voice sounded.

"No, no, Mr. Ming, don't worry, our cooperation is so happy that we will definitely renew the contract."

The double door was not closed, and before Ling Xingyan stepped in, Ling Chen's hand that had already been handed over suddenly changed direction, and directly stuffed the ticket into the bucket bag carried by her side in the private room.

Zhu Wenshu was a little dazed with empty hands, before he understood why Ling Chen didn't hand the ticket to her, the sound of Ling Xingyan's footsteps was already close to his ears.

She turned around and happened to meet Ling Xingyan face to face.

Ling Xingyan paused, his eyes swept around Zhu Wenshu and Ling Chen, and finally settled on Zhu Wenshu.

"Yeah, okay, let's talk about it later."

He stared at the woman in front of him, hung up the phone, nodded, "Hello."

Zhu Wenshu looked at his face intently, nodded and said "Hello".

But at the moment when those two words were uttered, she was as blessed as her soul, as if another immature face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

No wonder he looked familiar the first time I saw him.

These eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, these lips—

Ling Siyuan and him look like they were just slapped by Nu Wa when creating humans!

It was the first time Zhu Wenshu had seen two people who looked so alike. His mind was full of thoughts, and he was unconsciously lost in thought.

As for Ling Xingyan, when he saw Zhu Wenshu here, he also had a cloud of suspicion in his heart.

The last time I met her in the park, things were a little strange after that.

After work was over that day, Ling Chen didn't rush to leave, but after the scene was cleaned up, he went to the field manager in charge of the field management and asked if he had picked up a bracelet.

The field manager went to the make-up shop to have a look, and there really was a pink crystal bracelet. The stylist who was tidying things up at the time thought that some female staff member had lost it, and planned to ask in the group after the end. gone.

Ling Xingyan didn't know about this at first, but later gossiped with him after a business affair, asking why Ling Chen was suddenly looking for a lady's bracelet at the scene.

Ling Xingyan didn't say anything at the time, but he suddenly thought of Zhu Wenshu, an ordinary high school classmate whom he only met once.

And now—

He moved his gaze down, and sure enough, he saw Zhu Wenshu wearing a string of pink crystals on his wrist.

What's more, she is still appearing in Ling Chen's private recording studio at this moment.

This is not the treatment that an ordinary high school student can get from Ling Chen.

The two people with different thoughts looked at each other for a long time, but no one spoke.

Until Ling Chen's voice sounded from the side: "Do you have other things?"

Zhu Wenshu woke up like a dream, looked at Ling Chen, blinked before realizing that Ling Chen was giving her an order to evict her, so he quickly said: "It's okay, then I'll go first."

Just as she turned around, Ling Xingyan's voice sounded again.

"You wait first."

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and looked at Ling Xingyan inexplicably.

He put one hand into the pocket of his suit trousers, leaned against the wall beside him, and asked with a gentle smile, "Do you like drinking orange soda?"

As soon as the words fell, it was Ling Chen who reacted before Zhu Wenshu.

The moment he suddenly turned his head, Zhu Wenshu blinked: "Huh?"

Before she understood what Ling Xingyan's inexplicable question meant, an angry voice fell above her head.

"Ling Xingyan."

— When will I be loved by you like orange soda.

The words I just sang seem to be still on my lips.

Ling Chen raised his eyes, looked at Ling Xingyan heavily, and said word by word, "Are you free?"