Huhua President

"Annie, will you go back to England?" When Hawke asked her, the two were dancing at a party held by Chen Fangrui's house. It was a waltz. That was the last time she and Hawke danced. "Maybe not, I Maybe I want to stay in Korea and be with my father." Chen Fangrui rarely sees Chen Jianglong, so she misses him very much.

"Annie, can you come to the courtyard with me?" Hawke grabbed her hand and asked slightly beggingly.

"Of course!" Chen Fangrui took Hawke's hand and ran to the courtyard where the two often played together during the half dance.

"Annie, I want to play one of my favorite tunes for you," Hawke said on the garden swing, picking up a violin he had already placed.

"Song of the G String" - the first time she heard this sad song, Chen Fangrui stared blankly at Hawke, who was wearing a bow tie, smiling at herself, until the sound of the piano faintly stopped.

"Hoke, you are really great!" Chen Fangrui couldn't understand what he was playing, but Hawke's eyes shone like stars, seeming to illuminate her whole body.

"Do you like it?" he asked shyly.

"Of course!"

"Then do you like me?" Hawke asked with a flash of his eyes inexplicably.

"Of course, you are my... best friend in this life!" She heard the word 'best friend' from the conversation between Hawke's mother and Mrs. Takeuchi. In Chen Fangrui's childhood impression, besides Mrs. Takeuchi, only Hawke existed. continuously.

"No! Except for my best friend." Hawke shook his head, stared into Chen Fangrui's eyes and continued to ask, "Do you... like me?"

Chen Fangrui, who was only 13 years old, stood there in shock. Was Hawke asking about the love between his father and mother?She doesn't seem to have that kind of affection for Hawke yet, "I don't think... I don't!" Chen Fangrui replied.

"You don't like me, so you don't like me!" Hawke lowered his head and murmured, then raised his head and asked, "Why? I accompany you in reading, writing, and dancing, and I only pull my best for you." Favorite song, why don't you like me?"

Hawke's question is too profound, 13-year-old Chen Fangrui can't answer it, Chen Fangrui still can't answer it, I'm afraid she still can't answer it in the long years, Hawke's tear-stained face stays in Chen Fangrui's mind, accompanied by That tune pops up occasionally.

Hawke's expression at that time was too similar to Gongsun Yingwei's. Whether people are in the same state of mind when they are sad, she just knows that love can never be forced, it is too free, too stubborn, and once it sprouts, it will not stop Growth, irrepressible.

She always thought that Zhang Nana was a crazy and proud woman, but now that she thought about it, she was just a poor person who was obsessed with love.

Looking down from the window, a black car slowly came into view. Chen Fangrui recognized that it was Sheng Rong's car. The car stopped in front of the building. He got out of the car in a blue suit. The lady knocked on her door.

"Liangfeng, Sheng Rong is here to see you!"

"I'll change my clothes and go down," Chen Fangrui got up and replied with a smile. She turned off the phonograph, and the cold voice of "Song of the G String" was instantly quiet, and she also put away all the memories of the past.

The spiral staircase in the Chen mansion is very long and wide. Sheng Rong was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she looked up, she was wearing a fruit blue dress and a cashmere shawl slowly going down the stairs. The snow-white wrist set off the slender fingers.Sheng Rong watched her walking towards him intently, until he stopped in front of him and sat down, as if he could smell the fruity aroma on her body, the fruity aroma of the golden autumn season.