Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Ask, how to do a trivial thing with a sense of ritual.

Answer, while cleaning the floor, I listened to the famous pianist's live performance of Adi Lina by the water.

Really, this kind of thing is like burning a house just to bake potatoes. Even the old antiques like holly from the creation of Pangu think it is ridiculous.

"Evergreen."

Ji Xinglin's gentle voice sounded again, but it was like a reminder to Dong Changqing's ears.

I had to agree again, "What's wrong?"

"After wiping the floor, can you help me clean the bathroom too? I'm going to live in China for a few days, and I definitely need to take a shower. I'll wipe the bathtub too. Thank you."

You can move the piano to the bathroom and I can clean it for you.

Dong Changqing endured and endured, but he didn't say this sentence. He walked into the bathroom sullenly with a basin in his hand.

The mood is very complicated.

When he was cleaning the floor just now, he kept thinking about the story of Adilina in his mind.

As Dong Changqing thought, he was the king, and Ji Xinglin was the statue.

The king gave life to the statue and lived with him, but they didn't love each other, so they were unhappy.

Dong Changqing doesn't really know whether he loves Ji Xinglin or not, he only knows that he is very unhappy now.

Being with Ji Xinglin is not as beautiful as Dong Changqing imagined.

He misses Xiujue a little now, he wants to go to Xiujue, buy some red velvet cakes, and then go home, lie on the soft sofa and eat cakes while watching TV.

You don't need to think deeply about it, it must be more comfortable than cleaning while listening to the piano.

But is this the right thing to do?

He should only love Ji Xinglin for the rest of his life.

This idea kept flashing through Dong Changqing's mind. He was in a mess and didn't want to wipe it with a dirty rag, so he pretended to go to the bathroom, locked the door of the bathroom, and then took out his mobile phone Sitting on the toilet seat.

He wanted to send Xiujue a WeChat message.

Dong Changqing: Mr. Xiu, when will you finish your work?

Xiujue shouldn't be busy now, so he quickly replied: It's probably going to be very late, what's wrong?

Dong Changqing: How late is very late?afternoon?

Xiujue: After eight o'clock in the evening, you can ask Ji Xinglin to take you to eat lunch and dinner.

Dong Evergreen: ...

Xiujue: What's wrong?

Dong Changqing: It's okay, I just want to tell you that I miss you very much.

This time, there was no second reply.

Dong Changqing stuck her chin, shook her legs for a while, and waited anxiously.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, and 3 minutes later, the WeChat notification tone finally sounded.

Xiujue: Think about it.

"Hey..." Seeing this reply, the corners of Dong Changqing's raised mouth fell down, and an involuntary moan came out of his throat.

This is the end?How can this be.

Dong Changqing: Mr. Xiu, I really miss you [crying]

Xiujue sat in the conference room, staring at the little yellow face on the phone, a little distressed and a little proud.

He knew everything about what happened to Ji Xinglin's house.

Adilina by the water, he is the king, and the statue is evergreen.

He sincerely and persistently begged Dong Changqing to understand what love is, and hoped that the result would be as beautiful as the myths and legends.

However, there will be no coming of God.

Thinking about it this way, Xiujue replied: Didn't you always hope to be alone with Ji Xinglin? I'm giving you a chance, take it well.

After replying, Xiujue simply turned off the phone and threw it into the bottom drawer of the desk.

Xiujue was afraid that if Dong Changqing said he missed him a few more times, he would lose control of himself, so he rushed to Dong Changqing, hugged him tightly, and told him that I miss you too.

"……what."

Dong Changqing admitted that when she saw Xiujue's reply, she felt a little sour and uncomfortable.

Dong Changqing vaguely knew why, but he couldn't express this complicated emotion in words.

So annoying.

Dong Changqing's fingers moved back and forth on the keyboard, but the input box was always blank.

He wanted to tell Xiujue that he didn't want to be with Ji Xinglin now, he didn't like Ji Xinglin as much as he imagined.

The point is, the Shenhua clan, his sisters and sisters, after falling in love with someone, stay with them until they grow old.

No matter what, Holly Evergreen is also a decent Pangu flower, and he doesn't want to be that exception everywhere.

Stick to it!Mr. Xiu said that where there is a will, there is a way!

Dong Changqing didn't reply to Xiujue either, she put away her phone and opened the bathroom door.

Ji Xinglin was still playing the piano, but changed to a more aggressive and violent piece of music. He moved his fingers quickly on the keys, squinted his eyes and nodded his head once, immersed in his own world.

Dong Changqing looked at it for a while and sighed.

He can't even appreciate the guzheng, let alone the piano.

Or tidy up the bathroom.

The bathroom in Ji Xinglin's house is not dirty, but it has been unoccupied for a long time, and the tiles and mirrors are covered with a thin layer of dust, making it look unpopular.

Dong Changqing listened to the impassioned music, moved the stool up and down, and wiped all the places sparkling.

As for the toilet, he gave it up.

After wiping the last floor, Dong Changqing straightened up and looked at the fruits of her labor with satisfaction.

Sure enough, the music is still great.

"Evergreen."

"...Again, what's the matter?"

Ji Xinglin stood up, walked to him, glanced at the bathroom, and praised, "It's so clean."

"Of course, I wiped it twice!"

Dong Changqing had her hips on her hips, with a sentence clearly written on her face.

I'm so awesome.

Ji Xinglin stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." Ji Xinglin said softly, "It's all cleaned up, let's take a rest."

Dong Changqing threw the rag onto the shelf and said sincerely, "That's really great."

The two sat down on chairs, facing each other, knee to knee.

An idiom popped up in Dong Changqing's mind.

Have a long talk.

This is not a good word in his impression. Under normal circumstances, if any employee in the coffee shop does something wrong, Boss Ma will call him to the office to have a long talk.

"Changqing, I have a question to ask you. If you feel that I have violated your privacy or that I am abrupt, you don't need to answer."

"Oh, you ask!"

Ji Xinglin is really too gentle, his gentleness comes from the inside out, and Changqing yells one by one, Dong Changqing really can't resist any request from him.

Although a little upset.

"Do you like Xiujue?"

Whether he likes it or not, Dong Changqing is one head and two big.

Still tell each other, "I like it."

"There are two types of liking. One is liking for family members, and the other is liking for lovers. There can be many family members, but only one lover. What kind of love do you have for him?"

Dong Changqing was stunned.

Sure enough, a long conversation is a terrible idiom.

"Don't you know? Are you subconsciously avoiding talking about this issue? Do you not like Xiujue at all, just because he is rich and can give you a good life, so you don't want to tell him directly?" Ji Xinglin's tenderness hides a knife, an aggressive knife.

Dong Changqing was a little annoyed, "I didn't! How could you think like that!"

"Then answer me, that's the kind of liking you have for him."

"..." Dong Changqing looked at Ji Xinglin's face, he wanted Ji Xinglin to be his lover, Ji Xinglin should also be his lover, and there can only be one lover, "Family...family..."

Ji Xinglin didn't seem to care about the uncertainty in Dong Changqing's answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Dong Changqing couldn't understand, Ji Xinglin explained patiently, "I have a very good junior sister who learns violin, she has a very good personality and knows how to take care of others. I want to introduce her to Xiujue. She is very suitable to marry Xiujue. , can be a great helper."

"Married?" Dong Changqing's eyes were full of ignorance.

"Xiujue is not young anymore, it's time to get married and have children, right?"

"..."

"However, there is one thing I need to tell you. After he gets married, he will spend most of his spare time with his wife. It's not convenient for you to bother him all the time, and neither do I."

Dong Changqing understood, "You mean, President Xiu is going to get married, so I can't find him?"

"Of course, isn't this a normal thing? Just like me, I have been engaged for more than seven months, and I only met Xiujue twice, because Xiujue is my family, he can't influence me Spend time with your loved ones."

Seven months, see two sides.

Dong Changqing resisted from the bottom of her heart.

He needs to see Xiujue every day, otherwise he will not be able to eat.

Now I will look at Ji Xinglin's face that is very similar to him. Dong Changqing doesn't like Ji Xinglin at all, like Jiang Yan, although Xiujue has never said anything bad about Ji Xinglin.

Dong Changqing stood up abruptly, "I, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

Ji Xinglin shrugged, looking indifferent, "Okay, since you're tired, take a good rest, I'll go upstairs to find something."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xinglin went upstairs briskly.

He called Xiujue to report the situation, but the phone was turned off, so he called Xiujue's office directly.

"Hey."

"Hello President Xiu, I'm here to report to you..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, he has good ears, you can hear what you say 20 meters away."

Ji Xinglin immediately hid in the bathroom on the second floor, and lowered his voice very low, "This kid really has anaffective disorder. My mouth is worn out, and he doesn't respond."

Xiujue frowned, "What kind of reaction is that?"

"Hiss...how can I describe it, halfway through the marathon, I have no energy, and I am in a dilemma, do you understand?"

"You, speak in a simpler way... You just chat with Dong Changqing like this, even if you chat for three days and three nights, he won't understand."

Blame him again?

He worked very hard, okay?

Ji Xinglin took a deep breath, straightened his mind and said, "Of course I didn't tell him that, hey, let me tell you clearly, now you need to give him a strong dose of adrenaline."

"specific."

"Didn't you make it easier for me!"

"Hush."

"...Did you owe you something in your previous life?"

Xiu Jue pursed his lips, and said righteously, "You don't need to live in your last life, you owe me this life, your piano..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk, I'll tell you what to do, but I'm not a psychiatrist after all, and I can't cure his mental illness. At most, let him know how important you are."

Ji Xinglin heard a bitter laugh from the other side of the phone, and Xiujue's voice was soft, with a little helplessness, "Enough is enough."

Ji Xinglin realized that Xiujue was still more miserable than the lonely king, and he didn't even expect to be loved.

The author has something to say: Ji Xinglin: I am the only person in this novel with online emotional intelligence!The pianist who speaks the most profoundly!

President Xiu: Awesome.

Dongdong: I hate it.

Wang Yiran:? ? ? ?