Lure To Marriage

I thought dinner in the evening was just a light meal. But Qin Chien took me to the western restaurant downstairs of the hotel. There was no guest in it. Instead, the waiters standing in a row all nodded and saluted when we went in.

Did he charter?

Qi'en, three days ago, I wonder

"Good day." He laughed, pushed me to the center of the table and held me in the chair.

The dining table is very gorgeous. There are high and low candlesticks, a bunch of gorgeous roses and a bottle of red wine that has been awakened. Does he want a candlelight dinner?

Then, Qin Chi En raised his hand and snapped his finger, and the lights around the restaurant suddenly dimmed down. He sat opposite me and started to light a candle with a lighter. The candle light reflected his dedicated face, showing his innate noble spirit and unruly.

After lighting the candle, a spotlight suddenly lights up on the small stage of the dining room, and the light shines gently on the small stage, like a dream.

A violinist came out of the stage. He was a young man in his early twenties. He was very dark. Maybe he was Jewish. He saluted US gracefully and began to play the tune in a light tone, all American country music.

After a while, the waiter pushed the dining car over. The appetizers, desserts and soup were put on the table one by one. Qin Chi En took up the awakening bottle and poured half a cup of wine for me and himself. Then he took up his glass and looked at me.

"Happy face, today is my birthday. Cheers."

"Ah Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm not prepared for anything. " I'm a little embarrassed. I said earlier that I should prepare at least one birthday present.

"It's the best gift to have you with me. I'm lucky to meet you, cheers!" He tapped my glass and drank it. I took a small sip when I was not good at drinking, for fear of losing my manners after drinking.

The waiter has sent a variety of delicious, foie gras sauce, baked snails and so on. I don't love these western food on weekdays, but I'm a little hungry today, and I'm enjoying myself.

Qin Chi En's appetite is not very good, every dish has tasted a little, he is more often watching me eat, a face of doting. In fact, I am most afraid of him showing this expression, afraid that he will eventually be moved.

Half way through, he asked me, "happy face, do you want to hear me play the violin?"

"Can you play the violin?" Are they so surprised? All of them are capable of writing and martial arts.

"Listen."

With a smile, he got up and went to the stage. The violinist gave him the violin and went down. He sat on the stage bench, tried the sound, and then began to play. The melody is very familiar. This is one of the top ten famous tunes in China. Most people in China should be familiar with it.

Qin Chi'en is very involved and his beautiful melody is like crying. It seems that he is telling us the love story that has been handed down for thousands of years. I didn't expect him to be able to do this. I felt that he stood on the stage in a flash of brilliance, so noble that one could not look directly at him.

He and I are not of the same age, so I like this delicate and beautiful melody. And I prefer the fast-paced country minor, which makes people feel happy. However, his music was very beautiful and his expression was more focused. I was stunned unconsciously and suddenly thought of giving him an interesting birthday present.

So I called the waiter, asked them for a piece of A4 paper and pencil, took the menu and began to draw Qin Chien on the stage.

My level of sketch is well-known, and his charm is outlined in a few strokes. Every day I look at him, I don't think he is outstanding.

At this time, he suddenly appeared on the paper and found that he had a temperament that could not be ignored, which could not be described concretely. This is the temperament accumulated from life experience, and even Qin Mofei could not compare it.

I drew very carefully. He didn't know that I was painting him. He only focused on playing the piano, as if this place was his special performance.

Of course, it's also a special event. There is no one in the restaurant. Even the waiter doesn't come out backstage. I'm afraid it will disturb us.

In such a big restaurant, only me and him!

I'm painting. He's playing the piano. This picture is very warm. When his music came to an end, the painting in my hand was finished. After thinking about it, I wrote my name "Huanyan".

When Qin Chien put down his violin and came over, I handed him the painting, "happy birthday, third brother."

He slightly a Leng, took over the painting seriously, especially excited, "am I so handsome?" He asked, glancing at me uncertainly.

I laughed. "Even if you don't have confidence in your appearance, you have to have confidence in my painting level. I've been awarded four times in a row. Do you like it? There is no better tool, otherwise it will be more beautiful. "

"I love it. I'll find a place to mount it tomorrow."

"I'll draw you a better one when I'm free."

"Then mount them together."

After sitting down, he seemed to have a better appetite, ate a lot, drank a lot, and finally got a little drunk. But he was very happy, and the smile on his cheek never disappeared.The more he is like this, the more sad I feel. It's just a sketch. How easy is he to be satisfied?

"Huanyan, today is the happiest birthday in my life. This painting is also the first gift I received. Thank you." He was drunk and looked at me dimly.

What he said must be true. Did no one celebrate his birthday for more than 30 years, including his mother? I only know that he is not liked by his parents, but his mother should like it, right?

"Third brother, it's late. Shall we go back to our room?"

"You don't want to go back, can you accompany me more? Huanyan, accompany me downstairs for a walk?"

“…… All right

……

The weather here in Provence is very cold. Even if it is not late autumn, the temperature of the night has already frozen.

We were in the garden downstairs of the hotel. Qin Chien was already asleep. He was sleeping heavily on my unconscious legs.

Every day, I look at him and call me speechless. Just now he pushed me to the garden for a change, and then he took me to sit on the bench chatting, telling his childhood story.

I knew that he didn't get along well with his mother. She was a woman with strong personality and was very strict with him.

It may be because the people of the Qin family don't want to see their mother and son, so she especially wants to make him stand out, deprives him of all the happiness of his childhood, spurs him, inspires him, and spends a lot of money to cultivate him, but she never gives his mother the love she deserves.

At the end of the day, he was silent, frowning for a long time, and then he went to sleep on my leg.

I didn't take the mobile phone down, just touched his pocket also did not have the cell phone, how to go back now, I can't carry him. I picked up the coat Asha had prepared for me and put it on him. I was a little anxious. On such a cold day, he and I could not carry it.

I have been waiting here for half a day, and no one has come here. I dare not shout out loud, for fear of misunderstanding.

So I sat quietly with my arms in my arms, ready to wait for Qin Chien to wake up. His hand has been around me, buckle very tight, presumably subconscious.

I have some feelings, we are like this, in other people's eyes really have a little unclear relationship. But I know I don't like his feelings. That "three brothers" has already explained everything.

In the dim light, the shadow of both of us seemed a little desolate and lonely. I looked down at his sleeping face. Maybe he didn't sleep well, so I frowned. The cheek is a little red, the wine does not seem to go down.

It's been more than an hour. How could this happen?

I couldn't help reaching out and touching his face, only to find that his face was very hot, no, not only his face was hot, but also his forehead. I was startled, quickly touched his hand, but found his hand cold, he this is what?

"Third brother, third brother..." I shook him in a hurry, but he didn't realize it. His tightly clasped hand also loosened and fell down.

Oh, no, he must have had a relapse from drinking.

I was so scared that I yelled, "help." the garden is next to the hotel. The security guard heard the sound and ran over quickly. I quickly told him about Qin Chien's condition, asked him to help me into a wheelchair and call an ambulance.

Seeing that the situation was serious, the security guard immediately yelled with his walkie talkie. As a result, many security guards came along the path. We were surrounded by three floors inside and three outside, and there were still people taking pictures, which made me very shameless.

In the middle of the night, when lonely men and widows meet in this place, people who have a clear eye will think about it. I didn't care, but because the whereabouts are secret, we should keep a low profile.

"Miss, sir..." At this time, Asha also came over, shouting and squeezing in. She was frightened when she saw Qin Chien's state.

I was relieved and asked her to call an ambulance and push me away. I was afraid that some good people would spread the picture.

The ambulance waited for a quarter of an hour to come. After the doctor examined Qin Chi'en, he frowned and asked me, "does he have any medical history?"

I thought about it for a while and told the doctor about his spleen bleeding before. He said what he had eaten and drunk this evening. He looked very gloomy.

There are more and more people around me. They all look at us like watching monkey play, which makes my hair stand on end. This situation makes me very uneasy.

"You are all scattered. Is a patient so good-looking?" I couldn't help but say.

"Ha ha!"

A burst of ambiguous laughter came from the crowd. I saw their meaningful looks, and their faces were instantly red to the root of my ears. These people must want to be crooked, but the fact is better than eloquence. We can't help others to think wrong.

"Doctor, would you please hurry up? He's been in a coma for a long time

I rushed to urge the doctor. He waved to me and checked for a long time before the medical staff lifted Qin Chi En into the car.

When I couldn't move easily, I let Asha follow me alone. I rolled my wheelchair back to the hotel. Many people were behind me, pointing and poking at me, which made me more and more uneasy.