Quick wear: the beauty of flirting is forced to have deep difficulties

chapter 53
"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Before going to bed, Qin Muxu looked at Sui Yu with bright eyes and asked him.

Her task time is only one month. If she can't complete the task within this period, she has to leave Sui Yu. Although there is still a lot of time at present, after such a deadline, Qin Muchu can't help it every day. They all wanted to see Sui Yu for more time.

Sui Yu looked at her wet and soft eyes, and swallowed the words he wanted to say, and said, "Not going to work."

Qin Muxu smiled, the joy in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

She had just taken a shower and put on a rose-colored nightgown, her hair was still damp, and she looked bright and beautiful.

She hooked Sui Yu's neck with her hand, Sui Yu knew what she was going to do, her throat slipped, her fingers curled up slightly, looking a little nervous.

Qin Muxu kissed the corner of his lips, looking up seriously and obediently, revealing a fair and slender neck.

Sui Yu couldn't help holding her shoulder, and deepened that shallow kiss.

In fact, he never knew what the relationship between the two of them was now, and Qin Muxu never pressed her. Sui Yu hugged her, not knowing whether he was celebrating or regretting the loss.

The next day, Qin Muchu and Sui Yu called the decoration company to continue decorating the living room until the afternoon.

After dinner, Qin Muchu finally remembered that he was a cellist, and stopped watching the boring soap flakes, and took out the cello that he had never touched since returning home from the bedroom cabinet.

Sui Yu was originally having an online meeting in the study, but as soon as she walked out of the study, she saw a woman on a high stool on the balcony who was playing the cello with her head slightly lowered.

She is holding the bow freely with her right hand, her left hand is dancing on the strings, her head is slightly turned to the left and her eyes are closed, with a serious and devoted expression.

She is wearing a very simple white gauze dress, but when she is sitting on the balcony with her cello in her arms, and when the setting sun shines on her soft and fluffy hair, she is as beautiful as an angel.

The cello's art is elegant and deep, like the whispering of ancient trees. Qin Muxu turned to Sui Yu with a cold and clear expression, which was incomparably in harmony with the solemn and inner piano sound.

Sui Yu's eyes were slightly dazed, and he suddenly remembered that in college, Qin Muchu once represented Tsinghua University in a music competition and won the first prize. After the competition, in the backstage, a highly respected professor of musicology stopped Qin Muchu and asked her what was in her eyes? What does music mean.

After five years, Sui Yu still remembered Qin Muxu's eyes burning and firm words backstage that day.

"I love it like life."

She said this with the fearless enthusiasm of a young man and the pride and firmness of a pianist.

She seemed to be glowing when she said that.

Sui Yu clearly saw appreciation and amazement in the professor's eyes.

In the end, he helped write Qin Muchu's recommendation letter when he went to Vienna to study abroad. Qin Muchu was able to break through Qin Yuehua's many obstacles to go abroad to pursue his dream, and this professor contributed a lot.

The sound of Qin Muxu's piano was very contagious, and Sui Yu was immersed in it unconsciously, and only when Qin Muchu put down his bow did he regain his senses.

Then he saw Qin Muxu changed the direction of the cello, moved the cello that was leaning on the left shoulder to the right shoulder, then lowered his head and put his deaf right ear on the strings, and plucked the strings lightly with his hand .

The simple and heavy piano sound flowed through the living room, but the piano player on the balcony did not respond.

As if confirming that she could not hear the sound, Qin Muxu moved the head of the cello back to the left again. She looked down at the cello that had accompanied her since she was a child, and was in a trance for dozens of seconds before continuing to play the next piece. song.

Sui Yu stood behind her, her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she was speechless.

(End of this chapter)