Unprepared for attacking wife

Chapter 134 I'm Not There, I Never Left

When the elevator reached the first floor, he went out first, and Mu Mian followed behind him with the cello on his back.

His strides were too big for her to keep up with, and two small steps were equal to one step for him.He came to the door, stood there waiting for her to come, then went out and stood on the platform in front of the company.

Turning around, he said, "Just right here."

"Here?" Mu Mian was a little surprised, there were people coming and going here, the company building was in front of him, and the bustling road was behind him.It's really a bit embarrassing to let her play here.

However, since she said the words, no matter where he is, as long as he is opposite, that is the stage.

After making up her mind, she calmed down, gently placed the cello on the edge of the flower bed, opened it, and took out her beloved cello.

She sat down, set up the piano stand, arranged the piano, then looked up at him, and solemnly said: "This is my report performance."

Lian Qinghe stood opposite with his hands in his pockets, his eyes focused.

Kapok took a deep breath and played her piano——

A song "Song of a Thousand Winds" comes from ancient Indian poetry.

According to legend, an Indian couple, after the wife passed away, the husband wanted to go with his wife because of unbearable longing.As a result, when sorting out his wife's belongings, he found this letter left by his wife:
Please don't stand by my grave and cry

I'm not there I'm not asleep

Turned into a thousand wisps of wind, I have turned into a thousand wisps of breeze

A wonderful poem that has traveled through the long river of history, singing like an ancient breeze:
One day, I will go away; but I am not gone.

Don't cry for me, I'm not there, I'm not gone.

The sound of the cello is soft and melancholy, and the low melody catches off guard the most fragile string in my heart. One end is emotion, and the other end is ideal.Vibrate with the strings, pull each other, and turn into thousands of winds.

Her qin has always been magical. From the moment the qin sounded, it attracted many people nearby to stop and watch.

The employees of Huanyu Company certainly recognized her, and when they heard that Shang Mumian was playing the cello downstairs, it spread throughout the building in no time, and slipped out out of nowhere, ignoring the fact that it was not time to get off work.Unexpectedly, he saw the general manager, but he, who has always been cautious in his work, didn't seem to see them.Passers-by even took out their mobile phones and kept taking pictures of her...

Mu Mian didn't realize it, as long as the piano sounded, she seemed to be out of her body and merged with her piano.This is her language, her feelings, everything she can express.

When Mr. Lian came out from the gate, he happened to see this scene. He frowned and stopped to stare coldly.

Liang Kunjing carefully supported her, and was also taken aback when she heard the sound of the piano. When she looked up, she saw Lian Qinghe in the crowd, straight and handsome like a tall poplar tree.

Standing behind the two of them, Yang Manjing was almost three months pregnant, and she could see her slightly bulging belly.The original indifferent face, after seeing the two people in the crowd, the corners of the mouth raised a little bit, and finally there was a change.

Perhaps feeling the gaze from here, Lian Qinghe turned his head and looked straight at the grandfather in the middle with ordinary eyes.

Old Lian took a deep breath, didn't speak, just poked the ground twice with his cane, then turned his head and got into the car.Liang Kunjing stood in front of the car, stared at it complicatedly, and then sat in.Yang Manjing looked at him with raised eyebrows, and gave him a thumbs up——

This move is ruthless enough.

Lian Qinghe smiled, and he slowly withdrew his gaze, then fell to the opposite side again.

The fountain at the back of the flower bed spouts water quickly, and the kapok is unobserved. It interprets a lingering love song in a gentle and long-lasting manner.

连清和低头看表，2015年的2月14日下午13点14分——这一刻，被他永远锁入记忆的抽屉里。

The bow leaves the strings, and the strings vibrate slightly.

Mu Mian slowly opened his eyes, and was startled when he saw a group of people coming from nowhere.

The applause sounded and lasted for a long time.

She was a little at a loss, after all, she was not used to being away from such applause for too long.Moreover, it was agreed that this is a stage for him alone, and suddenly there are so many audiences, I always feel that the taste has changed.

She stood up and looked up. He was standing in front of the people, elegant and indifferent, silent and undisturbed.But he can see his direction and his people at a glance.

Into her bright eyes, he slightly raised one lip, then pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets, slowly lifted them up, and opened them towards her.

Kapok froze for a moment, and the panic in his heart disappeared only in a flash.In the next second, she unexpectedly moved her steps and walked straight towards him.

Ignoring the gazes around her, she came to him, raised her head, and looked straight into his.

Looking down at her, he said, "Good performance."

She held her breath, "Do you like it?"

He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then said, "I prefer people who play the cello."

Mu Mian's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, she knew she was blushing, but she couldn't control it, she held the piano tightly, she didn't know the reaction she should have!
Looking at her, he walked over, put her piano in the box, held it in his hand, and looked back at her, "Aren't you leaving? Want to wait here for me to kiss you to call the curtain?"

In a word, it made her face even redder.

However, the heart is at ease, and Ande is just right.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

Kapok shook her head honestly, got the driver's license and went to pick up the car excitedly, really didn't care about eating.

"Let's go." He said, "I'll take you to dinner."

He spoke naturally, as if there had never been a gap in between.

Like...to a friend.

Mu Mian's heart sank again, but she couldn't express any dissatisfaction or protest, because she missed people and she gave up her feelings voluntarily.Now, with what status and qualifications?
The crowd gradually dispersed, she followed behind him, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Where are you going now?"

He turned back: "Get in the car."

Mu Mian raised her hand and pointed at the car parked by the side of the road, "Get on mine."

The expression on Lian Qinghe's face was stagnant, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "New car?"

"Well," she nodded, and said as she walked there, "I bought it with the compensation for shooting commercials." Thinking of something, she added: "Your company is quite generous."

Lian Qinghe slowed down and followed: "When will you be able to drive?"

"I just got my driver's license this morning."

"..."

She got into the car and was fastening her seat belt. When she saw him standing still outside the car, she was curious: "You...won't you come up?"

He was silent for a while, then said, "Let me drive."

Kapok was a little amused, "You don't believe me?"

Seeing him nodding truthfully, she reluctantly unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and muttered, "You guys just have a misunderstanding. You always think that female drivers are street killers! But most of the accidents are men!"

"That's a matter of probability." He said, sat in, fastened his seat belt, briefly glanced at the interior of the car, and said, "This car is not cheap."

Kapok nodded honestly, at least, for her, it was really not cheap!

He started the car, listened to the engine, drove the car onto the road, and said to the point: "It's not bad for you to practice."

Kapok clicked his tongue, the rich man's world, is it all so overbearing?
(End of this chapter)