Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Ji Xinglin suddenly asked, "Listen to Xiujue, are you my fan?"

"Mmm!" Dong Changqing's gaze suddenly shifted to Ji Xinglin.

At that moment, Ji Xinglin seemed to understand why Xiujue fell in love with him. Dong Changqing's eyes are very special. When staring at someone, it will give people an illusion that his whole world is only you, and he relies on you , worships you, loves you, without you, his world will be dark, so he will never leave you, and these are exactly what Xiujue needs most.

Maybe so, Ji Xinglin bent his eyes and smiled slightly, "Your name is Dong Changqing, right?"

"Ok!"

Dong Changqing didn't know what Xiujue and Ji Xinglin said, Ji Xinglin's attitude became gentle, "It's a nice name, then, can I call you Changqing?"

"Yes, yes!"

Xiujue's tenderness is completely different from Ji Xinglin's. If Xiujue's tenderness is the care of ice and sharp blades, then Ji Xinglin's tenderness is the nourishment of spring breeze and morning dew. When he smiles, the softness in his eyes seems to be endless water , Dong Changqing stood in the deep pit, watching the water flow in, and soon submerged him.

"Have you been to my concert?"

Dong Changqing has only seen the video of Ji Xinglin playing the piano, he doesn't know anything about the piano, if he closes his eyes and doesn't look at the screen, he can't distinguish the sound of the piano from the violin, "I haven't been there... I don't like it too much Piano, I just like you!"

Ji Xinglin watched Dong Changqing gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat people, and resisted the urge to laugh out loud, and patted the chair beside him, "Come and sit."

Dong Changqing's butt moved across in an instant.

He fell into the joy of his dream come true, and he didn't notice the sad aura around Xiujue at all.

"It is true that many people learn about the piano because of me. They fall in love with the piano. Its sound is beautiful and full of emotions. Especially listening to it live, it is an unparalleled enjoyment. By the way, Xiujue's piano is also very good. Well, if he hadn't become a businessman, he might have done a lot in that regard."

Ji Xinglin's way of speaking made it difficult for Dong Changqing to answer, but he never said a word away from the piano, presumably because he really loves it, Dong Changqing coughed twice in embarrassment, and tried to talk about it, "I, I didn't, I haven't heard it live... I can't imagine how good it sounds."

Unexpectedly, there was a surprise.

Faced with Dong Changqing's embarrassment, Ji Xinglin was extremely tolerant, "Well, then you can go to my house after dinner, and I'll talk to you."

Dong Changqing's eyes lit up, and she turned her head instantly to look at Xiujue.

He wanted to go, and he was asking for Xiujue's permission, which was a subconscious habit.

Xiujue was looking down at his mobile phone, and when he heard Ji Xinglin's words, he raised his head slowly, and said casually, "I have something to do at the company, I will go back later, since you want to listen to it so much, you can go by yourself to the live piano. "

There were thorns in his words, and Dong Changqing couldn't hear them, but felt that Mr. Xiu today was very talkative.

Because Dong Changqing was going to Ji Xinglin's house to listen to piano music, and Xiujue was going to the company, the red velvet cake that he had promised to take home turned into foam.

But Dong Changqing didn't feel disappointed, he knew that sooner or later he would be able to eat what he wanted, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.

"Are you in a hurry to go back to the company? If you're not in a hurry, why don't you give us a ride?"

Before Xiujue could answer, Ji Xinglin sat in the back row directly. Dong Changqing habitually opened the co-pilot's door, but was stopped by the person behind, "Changqing, sit in the back."

Dong Changqing glanced at Xiujue, only to see that he was holding the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes were downcast, and he was looking straight ahead. There was no slight emotional ups and downs on his handsome side.

Naturally, Dong Changqing couldn't find an answer about where he was sitting. He thought for a while, Ji Xinglin might not be leaving the country anytime soon, and he didn't know how long it would be until the next meeting, so he followed Ji Xinglin to the back row.

Xiujue remained silent.

After he fastened his seat belt, the car swished out at such a high speed that Ji Xinglin had no time to react and almost hit the back of the seat.

"Are you okay?" Dong Changqing asked with concern.

"Hehe, I'm fine...by the way, do you have Weibo? We can follow each other."

God!what a day today!

Dong Changqing hurriedly took out her mobile phone, leaned in front of him, and said enthusiastically, "Okay, mutual fans!"

Dong Changqing's Weibo has only one follower and three fans, the only follower is Ji Xinglin, and among the fans is Xiujue.

Ji Xinglin really laughed out loud this time, "You only paid attention to me?"

The car came to a sudden stop, Ji Xinglin shrugged and hit the backrest with a bang.

"hiss--"

The sound was so loud that Dong Changqing was in pain. He helped and asked Xiujue, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

Xiujue's cold voice came from the front, "Red light."

"Red light." After Dong Changqing repeated it, she said earnestly to Ji Xinglin, "You should put on your seat belt."

So blame me for not wearing a seat belt!

For someone's deliberate revenge, Ji Xinglin felt happy. He had known Xiujue for so many years, and he had never seen him lose his composure like today, and even became angry from embarrassment.

Ji Xinglin felt that this trip back home was worth it, he fastened his seat belt in pain and happiness, then turned his head and said to Dong Changqing, "Let's add a WeChat account."

"Okay!"

It's the Chinese New Year, the harvest is bumper, and Dong Changqing finally has Ji Xinglin's WeChat, holding the phone and smiling happily.

After entering the urban area, there was more traffic, Ji Xinglin didn't dare to provoke the driver, so he sat there quietly and didn't say a word to Dong Changqing.

In life, the life of a dog matters.

Soon, the destination was reached.

Ji Xinglin and Dong Changqing got out of the car one after another. As soon as the door was closed, the black car flew away like dust.

Seeing the car disappear around the corner, Dong Changqing suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Usually, President Xiu would have a few words with him before leaving.

"Changqing, let's go."

"Oh, here we come."

Ji Xinglin's home is a high-rise apartment with a large area, but it is very empty. There is nothing else in the living room except a piano covered with a white cloth.

His home is different from Dong Changqing's imagination. Dong Changqing thinks that his home should be the same as him, warm like spring and hot like summer, and the curtains should be small bright yellow lattices instead of Cold dark grey.

"Just put on your shoes and come in. I haven't been back for almost a year, and the room is very dirty." Ji Xinglin said as he lifted the white cloth, revealing a black piano, elegant and luxurious, with a transparent luster. It's a very expensive instrument.

Dong Changqing just looked at it, and didn't dare to touch it.

"So much dust has accumulated... It seems that we need to clean it up." Ji Xinglin lifted all the white cloth covering the furniture in the house, tidied it up and put it in the porch, then turned to Dong Changqing and said, "Can you help me?" Clean it up?"

"Huh? Okay..."

Ji Xinglin narrowed his eyes, and smiled softly and kindly, "The bathroom is over there, with a rag and a basin, just wipe the dust off."

Dong Changqing also often cleans up in the coffee shop, which is not difficult for him, but it always feels weird.

Forget it.

When Dong Changqing came out of the bathroom cautiously with a basin of clear water and a rag in his hands, Ji Xinglin was adjusting his piano. When he heard Dong Changqing's footsteps, he raised his head and said to him, "I'm sorry, you know Yes, the pianist's hands can't do these things, it's really hard for you."

So, is he cleaning it by himself...

Ignoring the elusive expression on Dong Changqing's face, Ji Xinglin said with a hint of a smile, "I'm idle, so I'll play a song for you."

Idle is also idle? ? ?

This is exactly the same as Dong Changqing's imaginary scene!

Ji Xinglin quickly pressed the piano keys a few times and made a pleasant voice, "The piece I'm going to play is called Adilina by the Water. Its creation is inspired by Greek myths and legends. Do you want to hear this story? ?”

Dong Changqing doesn't know what Adilina is, he only knows Adidas, and he is a flower from Chinese myths and legends, and he doesn't want to hear any Greek myths.

Forget it.

Dong Changqing took a deep breath and showed a stiff smile, "Okay, okay..."

No matter how reluctantly or unwillingly he promised, Ji Xinglin pretended not to see it, and he talked about the story about Adilina to himself, "A long time ago, there was a lonely king who sculpted a The beautiful young girl stares at her obsessively every day, and even falls in love with the statue of the young girl."

Dong Changqing was stunned, "Fall in love with the statue?"

The image of the statue in Dong Changqing's mind is a big gray rock, no matter how lifelike it is, it can't be called beautiful, and it's too stupid to fall in love with a stone, it's better to fall in love with a flower, at least the color is bright, and it's very beautiful. fragrant.

"Yes, he fell in love with the statue deeply, and prayed to the gods all day long, hoping to make his love respond. Finally, his piety and dedication touched Aphrodite, the god of love, and the god of love gave him Statue life."

"..."

Dong Changqing felt that what he was telling was not a myth, but a joke.

Are all the Greek gods so idle?The god of love is probably equivalent to Yuelao. Yuelao is so busy that he never touches the ground. He never cares about the love in the world. Things like pulling the red thread are done by his fairies. Besides, the statue has life. Think about it It's also scary...

Big stones for walking.

But having said this, Dong Changqing is still very curious about the ending, "And then?"

Ji Xinglin liked this piano piece very much, but he still had to go against his conscience and give an unsatisfactory ending, "Then, the king and the girl lived a life of quarreling and hating each other all day long."

Dong Changqing's eyes widened immediately, "Why?"

Yuelao has personally drawn the red line, how could they be a resentful couple? It seems that the Greek god of love is not as powerful as Yuelao.

"Because what the king loves is only the statue in his fantasy, but the girl who has life is not as beautiful as he imagined. After the illusion is shattered, naturally there is no love."

Dong Changqing stared at Ji Xinglin who was sitting on the piano bench, and blinked, "Then, what about the statue? Doesn't she love the king?"

This question is beyond the outline, and Ji Xinglin hasn't compiled it yet, so he casually said, "Of course she doesn't love the king, she doesn't want to have the life the king prayed for her at all, she just wants to be the most beautiful statue in the world forever .”

Accompanied by the melodious piano sound, Dong Changqing fell into a long silence.