Fall In Love with the Boss Every Day

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Zhu Xinqiu could only hear his own breathing.

The sound of breathing was so heavy, as if countless mountains were pressing on him, making him a little breathless.

Zhu Xinqiu closed his eyes, clenched his hands tightly, and the blue veins on his arms burst out, but he could not vent his inner emotions at this time.

When he opened his eyes again, the picture changed again.

In the clean and bright room, a haggard-looking old man grabbed his hand, and the last rays of light bloomed in his eyes.

This is the teacher who taught him the piano. He once thought that following this teacher would be the beginning of his happy life.

But later, he discovered that it was just another form of punishment.

The old man seemed to want to say something, but Zhu Xinqiu slowly pulled out his hand.

The light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally, there was no life left.

"Do you hate him?" Zhu Bugui's voice came from behind.

Zhu Xinqiu slowly turned around and saw Zhu Bureg, who was in his youth, and he was also himself in his youth.

Zhu Xinqiu looked at Zhu Buhui and said nothing, and occasionally a red light flashed in those dark eyes.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Bugui's mouth, "Every time, every time, every beating, I suffer for you."

"Zhu Xinqiu, you are a coward!" Zhu Bubu looked at Zhu Xinqiu with remorse.

Zhu Xinqiu still doesn't speak, the lights in the room are getting dimmer, as if the life of an old man is about to disappear gradually.

The lights flickered for a while, and the shadows flickered on the faces of Zhu Xinqiu and Zhu Bugui, reflecting the same face, but with different expressions.

The next second, the lights dimmed, and the room became dark again.

When the light came on again, he stood on the world stage, holding the trophy of the World Piano Competition in his hand.

The trophy was heavy, and since then it has also left a mark on his mind.

Zhu Bugui appeared in front of him again, wearing a white suit, like a prince charming from a fairy tale.

However, Zhu Xinqiu is clear, and Zhu Bugui is not a prince charming.

And neither is he.

"Are you happy?" Zhu Bugui asked with red eyes.

The corner of Zhu Xinqiu's mouth twitched into a smile, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"Happy," he heard himself say.

I wish you did not regret pursing your lips and not speaking.

This dazzling stage made him the center of the world, how could he not be happy?

How could he be unhappy?

Zhu Xinqiu only felt that there was a fog in front of him, and he seemed to be unable to see Zhu Bureg's expression.

He thought, Zhu Bugui should despise himself very much.

Beneath his bright and beautiful disguise, there is a heart that has already been rotten.

Zhu Xinqiu closed his eyes, the trophy slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Darkness enveloped him again.

"Why do you want to destroy me?"

Zhu Xinqiu seemed to hear Zhu Bugui ask this.

He also asked himself, why must Zhu Buhui disappear?

Obviously, obviously they are one.

"You know how bad I am." When Zhu Xinqiu heard himself say this, he was so indifferent that he was shocked.

There is no voice of Zhu Buhui in my ears, nor is there any figure of Zhu Buhui around.

I wish Xinqiu slowly opened his eyes, there is darkness in front of him, darkness, only this darkness will always be left...