She Came To My Concert

A piece of familiar piano melody floated out together with the light, and in an unbearable tranquility, it inexplicably caught Zhu Wenshu's ear, making her forget to keep pushing the door, and stood by the door in a daze.

She didn't know when Ling Chen's singing entered the melody.

When I came back to my senses and listened carefully, the song was already halfway through——

"You look out of the window, wondering which cherry blossom is your favourite.

When will I be loved by you like orange soda.

Pious dumb, can only rewind you in the night.

Where is the end point, the moon said it would give me an explanation. "

There is a draft blowing, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus falling in late autumn.

Zhu Wenshu finally suddenly understood why so many people like Ling Chen.

The tone of his tune is sad, very similar to his silent appearance, like a gentle sea wave, coming against the tide of people, wrapping Zhu Wen's book in a delicate and soft way, falling into the seemingly calm and waveless reality In the dark and turbulent deep sea.

"I've been waiting.

I have been waiting.

Waiting for the sun to rise to the moon, waiting for the snow to fall in midsummer.

You look at me, I'm at the finish line. "

While Zhu Wenshu was still immersed in the dàngdàng, the sound of the piano and his singing stopped abruptly.

"Who's out there?"

Zhu Wenshu suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly opened the door.

The room was still dark, Zhu Wenshu followed the only light source, and saw Ling Chen sitting beside the piano.

With the moonlight on his back, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Zhu Wenshu felt the anger of being disturbed in his emotions, so he said in a panic: "It's me!"

The channel's voice-activated light turned on the moment her voice fell.

She combed a simple ponytail, no makeup was applied on her fair face, and her cheeks were slightly red.

The warm yellow light shone on her head, like the bright sun that summer.

Ling Chen's fingertips were still brushing on the keys, and the moment he saw Zhu Wen's book clearly, the piano issued a jerky note.

Zhu Wenshu heard the sound, his heart beat suddenly, and he said hastily.

"Sorry, I'm late and kept you waiting."

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 is deep 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."

"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""