Rose Manor

Shen Jia Nian was dubious, but also knew that his decision could not be changed easily. After returning to the room, he did not hesitate and went into the cloakroom to tidy up.

Fu Jichen spoke in a casual tone. Shen Jia Nian guessed that the occasion he took her to was probably not an important occasion, so he didn't bother to put on makeup and put on a pair of sapphire earrings in front of the mirror to match his light blue coat so that it would not be too monotonous.

Today, she is dressed in light colors, including a white half-turtle collar bottoming shirt and a light apricot velvet accordion skirt. The skirt is heavily pleated and the hem is irregularly draped. It is simple, gentle and yet fashionable.

Fu Jichen was wearing formal clothes as always, a white shirt and a black suit. He leaned against the closet door with his long body, looking at Shen Jianian with a deep and long gaze.

Seeing the man's handsome face in the full-length mirror, Shen Jia Nian felt a little more uneasy, but couldn't help but ask: "Is it okay for me to dress like this? Will it be rude?"

"Whatever." Fu Jichen played with the white jade handle with his fingers and said casually, "Whatever makes you feel comfortable."

Shen Jia Nian felt relieved and went out with him and got into the car.

Today, Qu Mo drove a Mercedes-Benz cross-country, driving all the way to the suburbs of Beicheng.

Shen Jia Nian fell asleep due to the slight bump. When her head drooped again, Fu Jichen stretched out his arm, passed around the back of her neck, and gently pushed her head into his arms.

She leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

The drive of more than two hours was enough for Shen Jia Nian to sleep.

After the car stopped, Fu Jichen was about to call her, but she woke up first and saw a three-story villa.The warm winter sun shines on the white building, surrounded by towering green trees, like a forest castle in a cartoon.

Through the fence gate, it can be seen that the spacious yard of the villa is not planted with green plants and flowers, but is divided into vegetable beds and planted with various vegetables and fruits, and some are even covered with plastic film greenhouses for insulation.

There was a wooden swing installed on one side of the yard, and a woman with black hair sat on it to bask in the sun, with a thick pillow on her back.

Qu Mo got out of the car and pressed the doorbell. The guard verified the identity of the person coming and opened the door to let them through.

After getting back into the car, Qu Mo drove in and parked it in the open space of the yard.

Fu Jichen and Shen Jianian got out of the car one after another. The woman sitting on the swing had not seen a visitor for a long time and felt strange. She put her hand in front of her forehead to block the dazzling sunlight and squinted her eyes slightly to recognize the visitor who was walking slowly. of two people.

By chance, the door of the main building was opened from the inside, and a tall and thin young man walked out, wearing a large white casual suit, holding a thermos cup and a medicine bottle in his hand, and walked towards the swing frame.

Shen Jianian looked at the man walking from a distance. Although his face was blurry, it gave her an indescribably familiar feeling.

"Let's go and take a look." Fu Jichen reminded.

The two set foot on the cobblestone path on the side of the main road. There were small green vegetables planted on both sides, which were green in the sun, showing that the owner took good care of them.

"Mom, did you forget to take the medicine at noon, or did you deliberately not take it?" Yan Qiusheng handed the water and medicine to the woman and said angrily, "Have you ignored the doctor's advice?"

The woman frowned slightly and resisted taking the medicine. She changed the subject and said, "A guest is coming. Go and entertain him quickly. Don't worry about me."

Yan Qiusheng straightened up and looked at the person approaching slowly, his eyes calm.

A few days ago, he was very surprised when he received a name note from Fu's parents and grandchildren. He didn't know the purpose of the appointment with him.

Even though he had a good reputation in the world, he still couldn't afford to offend such a distinguished family, so he agreed first, thinking that he would wait until he knew the other party's intentions before making any plans.

"When did Mr. Fu arrive? Why didn't he say hello in advance so that I could come out to greet him?"

Yan Qiusheng said polite words, but he did not ignore his mother beside him from the corner of his eye, fearing that she would secretly throw away the pills while he was not paying attention. After all, she had a criminal record.

"Just arrived." Fu Jichen couldn't hear the alienation in the other party's words, and his reaction was even colder.

He didn't expect a world-class cellist to be so young, seemingly in his early thirties?

I had only heard of the name "Yan Qiusheng" before, because I was not interested in this field and had not known this person in detail. Now that I saw him, I felt a little hesitant in my heart.

Yan Qiusheng didn't mind that he cherished his words like gold. He watched his mother finish drinking the medicine and pointed to the room: "Go in and chat?"

Fu Jichen turned to look at Shen Jia Nian. She seemed to be in a state of insanity, with her sparkling eyes staring at Yan Qiusheng's face without blinking, as if she was surprised, but also in disbelief.

It was the first time I saw such an exaggerated and exposed expression on her face, just like those little girls chasing stars who were so excited to see their idol that they were speechless.

Seeing this situation, Fu Jichen felt more than hesitant, he regretted it.

After Yan Qiusheng finished speaking, he didn't see any reaction from Fu Jichen. He glanced sideways at the girl beside him and found that the way the other girl looked at him was... very unusual.He had been away from concerts, parties and other public events for a long time. He had not seen such pure admiration in his eyes for many years, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

Shen Jia Nian returned a shy smile.

She couldn't believe that she would see him again in her lifetime. The last time they met was when she was 12 years old. Now she is 22 years old. Ten years later, he is still the same as before, and he has not changed at all.

Time has treated this talented cellist particularly favorably.

Yan Qiusheng's skin is fair, his eyes are very dark brown, his eyebrows are sunken and appear deep and three-dimensional, and his hair is thin, slightly curly, and somewhat long.Maybe he has mixed blood in his ancestors, and he looks slightly different from normal Asians.

"Hello, Teacher Yan." Shen Jianian nodded and greeted him with great reverence, the light in her eyes never extinguished.

Yan Qiusheng narrowed his eyes and looked at her carefully, pulling out some vague memories from the past decades. After a moment, he tilted his head and asked uncertainly: "Have we met before? Your name is Shen... Shen..."

There were so many things in his mind that he couldn't remember her name.

Shen Jia Nian was surprised just by remembering a last name. When he spoke, his voice was trembling: "Do you still remember me? My name is Shen Jia Nian."

"Shen, Jia, Nian." Yan Qiusheng recited it in a low voice, and the dusty memory seemed to become clearer. "Ten years ago, at that concert in Beicheng, your parents took you to take a photo with me backstage. You were It’s only so high.”

Yan Qiusheng said, checked his height in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Am I remembering correctly?"

When she mentioned her deceased parents, Shen Jia Nian's bright eyes instantly dimmed, but she still responded to him politely: "Yes, you remember correctly, it was that concert we saw."

Fu Jichen didn't know that the two had such a common memory, and he felt a little depressed. He couldn't imagine what 12-year-old Shen Jianian looked like.

That Yan Qiusheng can be remembered for so long shows that she was impressive in the past.

The man's face contrasted sharply with the bright sun on the horizon. The former was dark, while the latter was bright.

Shen Jianian didn't notice anything strange about him at all, he just reminisced and chatted with his idol, the dimness in his eyes was replaced by joy again, and the uncontrollable joy in his heart was fully expressed on his face.

"Go in and talk, it's too hot outside." Yan Qiusheng invited again.

Shen Jianian quickly followed him and said, "Auntie, why don't you invite me into the house?"

"She sleeps most of the day and needs more sun." Yan Qiusheng explained simply.

Shen Jia Nian had just noticed that the woman was wearing a wig and was so skinny that she probably had a serious illness and needed frequent chemotherapy.

She did not continue the topic so as not to cause any confusion. After walking a few steps, she finally realized that Fu Jichen had not followed. She stopped and looked back at the person standing there: "Aren't you coming in?"

Fu Jichen sneered, it's not easy, he finally has his eyes.

Entering the room, Yan Qiusheng asked them what they wanted to drink, and Shen Jianian said anything was fine.Fu Jichen said nothing and his aura was cold. Yan Qiusheng couldn't help but wonder if he had offended this person in some way.

Shen Jianian spoke for him: "He drinks tea."

Fu Jichen's expression softened slightly, and the air around him was no longer so cold.

Yan Qiusheng found a new box of tea from the cabinet, opened it, brewed a pot, poured it into three small cups, and said straight to the point: "I don't know why Mr. Fu wants to see me. To be honest, I have been thinking about it these past few days. I didn’t understand.”

Fu Jichen picked up the teacup with three fingers and took a sip.

When he really saw Yan Qiusheng in person, he didn't want to reveal his plans.

Shen Jia Nian looked at Fu Jichen with confusion in his eyes. It turned out that it was Yan Qiusheng who he took the initiative to find.Suddenly, she thought of that night when he asked her if she wanted to continue playing the cello.

So, his search for Yan Qiusheng has something to do with her?

Fu Jichen was silent for a long time. It was only when the woman basking in the sun came in from outside the house that he explained his purpose: "I would like to ask Mr. Yan whether he will accept a disciple. I have a suitable candidate here to recommend to you."

Yan Qiusheng was startled, and then he felt suddenly enlightened. His eyes turned to Shen Jianian, who was sitting quietly next to the man. Needless to say, the suitable candidate he was referring to was her.

He remembered that this girl played the cello, but he didn't know what her qualifications were.

Yan Qiusheng: "Sorry, I never had any intention of accepting a disciple." (End of Chapter)