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Chapter 53 agreed that a cold war would turn into a fierce one

The sound of the violin from the People's Square pierced through the clear and cloudless night sky, with an irresistible attraction, making people stop and stop.

The lingering joyful and sweet feelings are thoroughly explained on the strings. This piece of music is sometimes bright and cheerful, sometimes gentle and happy, and sometimes passionate. The familiar Liang Zhu music makes many couples hold their lover's hand tightly while listening to it. The emotional rhythm is vividly displayed in the vibrato part.

Passers-by looked at this fair and delicate young man with frowning eyebrows, as if they were caught in the emotion of the song, and this part just entered the Adagio, lyrical and slow, intermittent and continuous.The tone of panic and grief in the next second, and through several powerful chords, showed Zhu Yingtai's unyielding resistance to marriage, which was vivid but heart-wrenching.

And here, there is also a bit of heavy emotion, which seems to be the personal emotion of the youth. If someone sees it at a close distance at this time, they can see the teardrops on the slender eyelashes.

The euphemistic tune is like weeping and complaining, which is heart-wrenching.

"Oh my God, I'm so touched o(╥﹏╥)o, he played so well, I want to cry."

"Don't cry, don't cry, that's just history, we are very happy."

"Oh, this young man is amazing. I took a picture of it and showed it to my daughter who is also learning the violin. I don't know when she will be able to play a piece of music for me."

"It's really touching to hear..."

Not far away, a group of people walked from the parking lot to the square.

Walking in front was a refined middle-aged man, who only heard people say: "We won't work overtime tonight, everyone go back early to rest, Party A gave us an extra week, so there is plenty of time!"

The handsome young man in the back couldn't help frowning: "Stop working overtime?"

Lin Gong looked at Zhuo Yi with a funny face: "What's the matter? Are you addicted to overtime? Young man, you should show a little ecstasy that young people should have. Anyone who hears that they don't need to work overtime is happy. Unhappy face."

Zhuo Yi didn't answer, his eyes sank, he immediately took out his mobile phone and made a quick call, but after waiting for a while, no one answered, his brows frowned a little more annoyed.

Xiao Dan was shocked when he saw this expression, he thought Zhuo Yi had a facial paralysis, now that he looks so nervous, he might not be his girlfriend, right?So he asked curiously:

"Is your girlfriend not answering your phone?"

The closer the crowd got to the center of the People's Square, the more clearly they could hear the sound of the violin.

Zhuo Yi's footsteps stopped, his deep eyes seemed to be looking for something through something, the color of his eyes became deeper and deeper, with an unprecedented urgency.

This is Liang Zhu.

It's the sound of Zhao Hele's piano.

There are many people around in front, and someone can vaguely see someone playing the violin in the center.

The members of their design team watched Zhuo Yi walk in, everyone looked at each other in puzzlement, and followed.When they walked in, they couldn't help but see the young man playing the piano inside.

I saw the young man playing the violin with his eyes closed, his handsome and delicate face as calm as water, and his temperament gentle.The song just entered the climax, the music is sometimes passionate and decisive, and sometimes it is low-pitched and swallowed. You can see people's eyelashes trembling more and more clearly, as if weeping with Zhu Yingtai in the story of the song.

The teardrops on the eyelashes finally couldn't hold back the sadness and slid down the corners of the eyes.

Zhao Hele himself felt that the pull was a little unbearable, coupled with the discomfort in his heart, the sense of substitution was too strong, and when the whole piece was played, his hands began to tremble a little.

And the moment he opened his eyes, his body froze, who was it not Zhuo Yi standing in front of him?

Withdrew his expression and bowed to the passers-by who were listening to the appreciation, turned around and put the piano back into the piano case, thinking to be calm, but his hands were trembling, and he was not calm at all, and he didn't know why. There seemed to be many reasons.

Zhuo Yi stared at the thin back of the person in front of him with blazing eyes, the worry in his eyes was evident, and the apology for not being with him much this month became more and more intense along with the deep eyes.

"Lele..."

Zhao Hele paused his hands, sniffed, quickly adjusted his emotions, turned around and smiled at the person:

"Didn't you work overtime today? Why are you here?"

Little did they know how tormenting this smile was, it hurt people's heart when they scratched it.

"I'm sorry I didn't accompany you today." Holding him in his arms, he stroked the back of his head with one hand, and said in a low voice apologetically, "Happy birthday."

Maybe it's because I haven't seen anyone for too long, my nose is sore, and I suppress the tears in my eyes so that they don't stay.

"Hey, it's nothing, you are busy, I understand." The smile on his lips was so bitter that it couldn't be more bitter.

Zhuo Yi frowned and touched his waist: "Didn't you eat well? Lost so much?"

"Aren't you haggard too, just like a middle-aged uncle with vicissitudes of life."

Everyone in the design team: "..."

What's the situation, the titanium alloy abused the dog blindly, this couple's appearance is a bit high, it feels like they have been together for a long time.

Lin Gong pretended to clear his throat: "Um, Zhuo Yi should go back early tonight, I haven't seen my lover for a long time hahaha..."

Xiao Dan: "... Lin Gong, your hahaha is so embarrassing."

"..." Lin Gong retracted in embarrassment.

Zhuo Yi nodded to everyone: "Then I'll go first." After speaking, he mentioned Zhao Hele's piano case: "Let's go, go home. "

Zhao Hele saw that the people behind him also nodded to express their politeness, thinking that they should be Zhuo Yi's colleagues, right?

He walked all the way to the parking lot and didn't speak again.

When I got into the car, I heard Zhuo Yi say:

"sorry."

Zhao Hele looked at Zhuo Yi in silence and did not speak.

"It's really busy this month, and I don't have much time to look at my phone when I'm at work, so I don't reply to some messages until after get off work."

"Don't you have time to go to the bathroom?"

Zhuo Yi was startled for a moment, but soon recovered, and just frowned at the person on the co-pilot.

"Zhuo Yi, do you still like me?" Zhao Hele turned around and looked at him seriously, without a trace of joking on his face.

"What did you say?" Zhuo Yi frowned even tighter: "How could I not like you?"

The displeasure in his eyes seemed to be due to Zhao Hele's questioning tone.

"Are you so busy as an intern? You are so busy that you have no time to reply to my message?" Zhao Hele said, "I didn't ask you to reply to me all the time, because I know you are busy, but I The picks are your lunch break or dinner time, are you not going to reply me in this time? Zhuo Yi, tell the truth, do you think architecture is more important than me. "

Zhuo Yi's eyes were a little surprised, because he had never seen Zhao Hele talk like this before, like a hedgehog with thorns, which made people a little surprised.

After knowing each other for three years and being together for almost two years, this heartless guy seems to be getting more and more sensitive because of himself, and he seems to be a little less caring.

Taking a deep breath, he hugged the person close to him, and coaxed him in his ear: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be so busy, I will pay attention to it in the future. Also, it is not a problem whether the building is important or you are important, these are two problems .In my quest, architecture matters. And in my life, you matter."

Zhao Hele couldn't utter a few words that he wanted to provoke people, but he still said in a fit of anger:

"I'm going to move back to school!"

"why?"

"It's annoying for me to live alone when you're not at home. I have to take the subway to go to school every morning. It's too much trouble. You have to do an internship. Anyway, you are not at home often, and I don't have much fun by myself."

This is the truth.

Originally, he basically spent seven or eight hours a day practicing the piano. He would rather practice the piano for a while at school than waste it on the way to school.

Zhuo Yi coaxed and kissed the corners of his eyes: "Sorry, I didn't think so much, how about I drive my car for you?"

Zhao Hele pushed the person away angrily: "What do I want the car to do? I want you!!"

He was dumbfounded after speaking the truth involuntarily, his ears turned red suddenly, he looked away unnaturally, and was annoyed at what hypocritical words he said! ! !

Shame or not! ! !

want you……

what! ! ! ! !

In the next second, he was pulled into his arms violently again, the coolness on his lips became hot when he touched it, and the softness in his mouth made his mind go blank.

The surrounding temperature seemed to rise sharply, following the temperature in the mouth, the burnt person lost his mind.I just felt that the tip of my tongue was sucked in, teased and surrounded by tenderness, and it seemed that only the person in front of me was left in my mind.

The sound of tsk tsk water stains immediately made people jealous.

There seemed to be an impulse in his abdomen that he couldn't control. After all, he was still a hot-blooded youth, so how could he not be impulsive when doing this.

The parking lot lights at night are bright, and people may pass by at any time, but it is this kind of tension that seems to make the blood boil even more, the tension that will be discovered and the swollen nerves are provoked to the extreme.

"Zhuo, Zhuo Yi, let's go back—"

"Can you bear it?"

"Yes, I can't bear it..."

"That's not it."

Pull the light.

Well, the cold war that was originally agreed has turned into a fierce battle, so cover your face.

The author has something to say:

Forgive my incompetence.

Happy New Year, my face has gained 720° fat.

Someone asked about the dome yesterday:

A dome is a name for a building, typically a church.Gothic style, Roman architecture, Byzantine architecture all have this style.It is the arc-shaped part of the top of the building, that is the dome.