Rose Manor

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, and the light from the corridor poured in. Fu Jichen was able to see clearly that there was no one in the dim concert hall, and rows of seats extended downwards in a stepped manner.

Fu Jichen stepped in, his leather shoes making a dull echo on the tiled floor. He closed the door and the light from the corridor disappeared as the door panel closed, and the light in the hall dimmed by one degree.

There were only a few dim lights on the ceiling, and Fu Jichen looked at the big stage in front of him. There was no performance or rehearsal, and the dark gray curtain was closed.

A trace of doubt arose in Fu Jichen's mind. He stepped down one step and then another, but still saw no one.

He turned his head and looked around, but no one came in here.

After a moment, he determined that this was an empty concert hall.

Could it be that Shen Jia Nian made a mistake?

With this idea in mind, Fu Jichen took a few steps forward, stopped in the aisle of the third row of seats, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Shen Jianian.

He poked the input method with his fingertips and typed out a few words, asking her where she was. Before he could click send, there was sudden movement on the stage.

Fu Jichen was startled, looking away from the phone screen and looking straight ahead.

The curtain that had just been closed slowly moved to both sides, and there seemed to be a person sitting in the middle. Due to the dim light, only the outline of the person's figure could be seen, and he was holding something in his arms.

Fu Jichen paused and forgot to send a message. He stared blankly at the figure and quickly recognized that it was Shen Jianian.

A beam of dazzling white follow-up light came on at this moment, hitting that figure without any bias, enough for Fu Jichen to see clearly that it was Shen Jia Nian.

She was sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a red skirt, half of her black hair was pulled up, and the rest was hanging in front of her and behind her, hugging her pipa.

The light was very bright, illuminating her hair, cheeks, fingers, and clothes with a faint white light. That layer of light seemed to be shining on her body, giving her a faint fairy air, so beautiful and dreamy.

Fu Jichen was so fascinated that he remained motionless. The screen of the mobile phone in his hand dimmed until it stopped.

Shen Jia Nian on the stage pursed his lips slightly and glanced at the man in the audience. The man standing in the aisle was dressed in an elegant pure black suit. He had a straight posture, a distinguished temperament, and an amazingly handsome face. Especially his eyes, which were so deep that you could get lost in him without even realizing it.

Shen Jia Nian's heart was pounding wildly, and she needed to exert herself to control herself. She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound calmer and calmer, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was still tight: "This piece is played for you alone." Played."

I remember Fu Jichen once jokingly asked him to play the pipa at home. He also said that he had only seen her playing the cello, but never seen her playing the pipa.

Therefore, she made special preparations today, renting a concert hall in the theater, carefully choosing a beautiful antique-style gauze dress, pulling up her hair, and playing just for him.

Fu Jichen came back to his senses for a moment, but without moving his eyes away from her, he sat in the aisle seat in the third row, as if he had entered a fantasy created for him by others and was immersed in it.

Shen Jianian raised a hand and gently plucked the strings. Pipa music flowed in the concert hall. As the melody became more and more urgent, Fu Jichen's heart was lifted high. Then, the melody gradually softened, and his heart began to lift again. Being put down gently.

That hand didn't seem to be plucking the strings, but more like teasing his heart.

Shen Jia Nian occasionally raised her eyes to look at him, and occasionally lowered her eyes to look at the Pipa in her arms. At first, she couldn't let go, but in the end she was immersed in it.

She is the dreamer and the dreamer.

As the last note poured out, Shen Jianian raised his fingers slightly and left the strings, but still sat there, looking steadily at the people in the audience.

Fu Jichen stood up, with infinite affection hidden in his eyes. When he spoke, his tone was slightly regretful: "I should have prepared a bouquet of flowers in advance, what should I do now?"

Shen Jia Nian stood up with her pipa in her arms. Looking at him on the high stage, she felt condescending. She smiled and said, "I'm ready."

Fu Jichen didn't understand: "Huh?"

Shen Jianian went from the steps on the side of the stage to the backstage, and then walked out from the backstage. Just like magic, the Pipa in her arms turned into a bouquet of flowers, which were brightly blooming peonies and roses.

She handed the flowers to Fu Jichen: "There are flowers here."

Fu Jichen raised his eyelids, but still didn't understand what she meant. He wanted to give her a bouquet of flowers after she played a piece of music for him, but now that she had prepared the flowers herself, he was a little confused.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Shen Jia Nian curled his lips and smiled and handed the flowers to his arms: "Yours."

Fu Jichen, who looked confused, repeated her words with a slightly raised voice: "Mine?"

Shen Jianian didn't explain, just nodded. Until Fu Jichen found a heart-shaped card among the flowers. He took it out with his index finger and middle finger, and turned to the side with words. Two lines of words were written on it with a black and gold signature pen. The handwriting was beautiful and was written by Shen Jianian. hand.

Best wishes to Mr. Fu:

Happy birthday! forever happy!

Fu Jichen held the card and carefully studied the words on it, one by one. It was obviously a short two lines, but he read it for a long time. By the end, he seemed not to recognize the words.

He finally understood. He raised his eyes and looked at his wife, who was standing in front of him in red. Not only was his expression surprised, but his tone was also astonishing: "Is this... the flower you gave me?"

Shen Jianian nodded solemnly and touched the petals a few times with his fingers: "I carefully selected each flower and packaged it myself."

Under the guidance of the florist owner, she wrapped the flowers and inserted a handwritten card inside.

The expression on Fu Jichen's face changed from surprise to dumbfounding: "Why would you think of giving me flowers? Besides, how can any woman give flowers to a man?"

"Do you not like it?"

Facing her expectant gaze, Fu Jichen couldn't say any other answer: "I like it." After a pause, he added, "And the pipa you play, I also like it very much."

He liked everything about her.

Shen Jianian raised the corners of his lips little by little, looked at him for a moment, and said, "Wait for me, I'll change clothes, and then we'll go to dinner. I made a reservation at the restaurant."

When she turned around, Fu Jichen held her wrist and was reluctant to let her change out of this stunning red dress: "You look good in this dress, wear it."

Shen Jianian had never blushed before, but now his words made her face heat up. She knew her face was very red even without looking in the mirror. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the red gauze skirt she was wearing. The hem of the skirt was a little long and almost fell to the ground. The wide sleeves were as flowing as clouds and tied with a belt around her waist.

"It's too eye-catching to wear this to dinner." Shen Jianian covered half of his face and whispered.

Fu Jichen imagined that as soon as she entered the restaurant, everyone's eyes turned to her and stared at her... He frowned slightly: "Go and change."

Shen Jianian turned around and took just two steps when Fu Jichen held his hand again. He lowered his voice and said, "Keep the clothes and take them back to wear."

Shen Jia Nian didn't know what he thought of, and his already blushing face turned even redder.

Fu Jichen stood in the corridor waiting with flowers in his arms, while Shen Jianian went to the dressing room to change clothes.

The opera performance in Concert Hall 4 ended, and the audience came out from the front and rear doors one after another. Looking back inadvertently, they noticed a young and handsome man standing in the corridor outside Concert Hall 6 not far away, holding a delicate flower. There, looking at his figure, he seemed to be waiting for someone. Because he was facing everyone, no one recognized him.

Some people even thought this picture was too romantic and couldn't help but take out their mobile phones and take a blurry photo of him...

Shen Jia Nian changed her clothes and came out of the dressing room with a square bag slung across her body and her Pipa in her arms. She ran toward Fu Jichen at a trot, her hair falling behind her as she ran.

Her hair was not arranged, and it was still the way she played the pipa before. Half of her hair was pulled up on one side of her head and fixed with a small hairpin. Her bangs were combed diagonally, with a few strands hanging down by her ears.

Walking closer and looking at Fu Jichen holding flowers in his arms, Shen Jia Nian couldn't help laughing, as if... there was a little sense of disobedience.

Fu Jichen knew what she was laughing about and didn't point it out.

The two left the theater, but the weather was not good and it started to rain. Shen Jia Nian looked at the wet ground and held Fu Jichen's hand that was not holding the flower. He was forced to stop and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Shen Jianian said: "I want to celebrate your birthday, but I don't know if you need it."

Shen Jia Nian's originally high mood became a little depressed as the rain fell, because she remembered Fu Jichen's life experience. His biological mother passed away after giving birth to him.

She wasn't sure if he wanted to celebrate this birthday.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jichen held flowers in one hand and held her in the other. He couldn't spare his hand to touch her face, so he outlined her eyebrows with his eyes, "Just like what you wrote on the card, I am here today. Very happy. As long as you stay with me, I will always be happy."

After taking a look at the outline, I can see that there is still a little bit of plot left in the main text and we can finish it!

However, there will be an extra chapter..._(:з」∠)_