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She was a little embarrassed and nervous. In fact, she hadn't spoken Chinese for a long time, and she was not a shy person.

"Thank you." The response was a sentence in Japanese, and the other party smiled at her. The smile didn't penetrate the bottom of her heart, but she still smiled. At least it was a kind breath, which made Aya feel a little relaxed down.

"Oh, I, my name is Aya, Sakurai Aya, I live near here," Aya said nonsense, "Are you the pianist here?"

The answer to this question is obviously no, Aya is just looking for something to say casually - the other party looks like the kind of professional girl in a big company, always walking in a hurry but always maintaining a dignified and elegant elite.

But she heard the other party say, "That's right."

Her tone was very flat, and her voice was a bit deep—her voice was very cold, giving off a cold and unapproachable feeling, but Ami automatically ignored this, and she was surprised, because the identity of "pianist" was obviously Completely different from the other party's dress.

Aya widened her eyes.

Just at this moment, someone came in and interrupted.

"Do you speak Chinese?" the polite man asked in Chinese.

Yami nodded quickly: "Well, my father is Chinese."

The other party seemed to be very talkative, or maybe it was because Yaya was the first and only customer here, he said: "Her name is Lian Zhi, if you like it, you can come here often, we have opened soon, if you like here, Please spread the word for us."

Aya nodded again: "Okay," and added: "It's very good here, I like it very much."

The man smiled: "Thank you, I think you should have noticed that Lian Zhi and I are both Chinese."

Yami responded indiscriminately, her mind was not here, she went to look at the man named Lian Zhi, but Lian Zhi had already turned around to talk to the male waiter in blue and white uniform.

He was the one who was cleaning the glass at the door, and now the glass was finished, Lian Zhi stood in front of the door and didn't know what to say to him, the morning had passed, the sun slowly came out, the golden sunlight shot in from the outside of the glass, shining On Lianzhi's meticulous hair, slender eyebrows and bright red lips, there seemed to be a layer of faint golden light, Ami looked at it for a long time, and finally felt that she couldn't move her eyes away.

She is so pretty.

Ami thought: Those girls in the advertisements and pictorials, who used to be considered glamorous, are all pale in comparison with Lian Zhi at this moment.

Chapter 2

hello, hello!

ca-can you hear me?

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Aya later frequented this place frequently, and the consumption level here is not low, but knowing that the consumption here is expensive, she still always comes here, which is quite sweet.

She knew very well in her heart why she came here - she wanted to see Lian Zhi.

It's not that I like Lian Zhi, it's not the kind of liking in love.

Ami knew very well in his heart that it might be a kind of yearning, a yearning for someone who is mature, beautiful, radiant and completely opposite to himself.

Today she brought a sketchbook to dayglo reflection---the handsome male waiter who wiped the glass at the door when she first visited, greeted with a smile.

"Here again? Miss Sakurai."

"Well, good afternoon, Hiroki-kun." Ami said casually, she was sitting by the window--the sight here is very good, and she can see the Steinway piano opposite at once.

Lian Zhi sometimes comes to play the piano in the afternoon, but she is like a misty smoke, coming and going without a trace, sometimes she just floats there, sometimes she waits and doesn't come.

Aya always waits.

Sometimes when Lian Zhi comes, she always feels that her expectations come true, like winning a lottery.

Another waitress in the store, Hemei, joked with her: "You must be in love with Miss Lian Zhi! You are here waiting for her every day."

Ami said calmly, "Well, maybe."

Hemei exchanged glances with her, and then laughed with her.

The young girl's laughter was very contagious. The two of them were laughing when they heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Ami turned her head as if in agreement and saw Lian Zhi walking in.

She was still wearing the light gray dress, but not the one they had worn when they first met, and instead of carrying her expensive Hermès backpack, she came empty-handed—a rarity.

Yami looked at her secretly, and found that she was wearing a sea blue silk scarf around her neck today.

She had never seen Lian Zhi wearing a silk scarf.

Probably because of the high price, there is always no business in the store, and it is the same now, there are no customers in the store, and Kazumi took a break from his busy schedule, and said to Aya: "The boss said that Ms. Lian Zhi works in the United States and is an executive of a large group. ."

Lian Zhi was taken aback, and had a feeling of "it really is". After all, Lian Zhi looks like that...

But why did the executives of the big American groups come here?

Lian Zhi didn't look up at them, nor did she hear their mutterings—maybe she heard them, but she didn't care.

She lifted the lid, touched the keys, and sat down.

Today she didn't play "merry christmas mr.lawrence", Aya felt very sorry, she liked that piece, another reason was that she had never heard the new piece played by Lian Zhi.

This piece sounds melodious, melodious and peaceful, but after listening to it carefully, it makes people feel a kind of unresolved sadness.

She asked Hemei in a low voice, "What song is this?"

Kazumi said: "This song is called "City of Secret Love"."

The name was a bit unpronounceable, but Aya seemed to be hit for a moment. She thought about it, opened the sketchbook, and scribbled out a girl with long hair.

She is a girl manga artist who draws other people's heartbeats to move those boys and girls, but suddenly, she wants to draw a different story.

After Lian Zhi finished playing, Yu Shu walked over and asked, "Miss Lian Zhi, haven't you found a suitable room to rent yet?"

Lian Zhi glanced at him, then put down the piano cover: "Well, no."

Does she want to rent a room?

Ami secretly listened.

She heard Yu Shu ask again: "The boss asked me to help you find out before, but now I have some clues. There is a more suitable house near the Kinkakuji Temple."

Lian Zhi asked, "Is the Golden Pavilion too far away?"

Yu Shu was a little embarrassed: "There are also some houses for rent near the shop, but they don't seem to meet your requirements."

At that moment, Yami was suddenly blessed, and she stepped forward and asked, "Miss Lian Zhi?"

Lian Zhi turned to look at her.

This is the first time that Yami has been here to talk to Lian Zhi for so many days.

Yami smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, looking bright and lovely: "Miss Lian Zhi, do you want to rent a house? It happens that my house is being rented out. If you don't mind, you can take a look."

Of course it's a lie.

After her mother passed away, Yami was the only one left in the house in Kyoto. Her grandfather once persuaded her to sell the house and move back to the countryside to live with her grandparents, but Yaya refused.

It was left to her by her mother, and she never thought of selling it, but she never thought of renting it out either.

But now, Aya wants to break this stability.

Lian Zhi didn't seem to care about what Ami said about the house at all, she said "hmm" very casually, and then she turned her eyes to the table, where there was Ami's sketchbook, on which was scribbled A long-haired girl, in the style of girls in Japanese shojo manga--a melon-shaped face with a pointed chin, and shining eyes occupying half of the face.