Dont look at me

The two who hadn't seen each other for many years had a temporary truce, and the smell of gunpowder finally faded a bit.

Because Ao Ge didn't know how to cook farts, Yu Meng was afraid that she would be hungry, so she rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast.

There was a small bruise on the corner of Ao Ge's eyes, and he was eating fried eggs and drinking porridge with a contented face, still muttering, "Familiar taste, familiar feeling, happiness, sweetness, every bite is yours love for me."

Yu Meng: "...Don't force me to punch you again." He took a sip of porridge and said slowly, "Be serious, can we chat."

Ao Ge looked up at him with delicate eyes, "Are you talking about being serious with me now? You were not serious at all last night."

Yu Meng looked back at him, was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "It's been a long time since I've been angry like this, it's kind." Then, she kicked Ao Ge's thigh from across the table, "Talking? ?”

Ao Geqing suppressed the pain, "...talk." Then he gave Yu Meng a sad look, "You are really ruthless, have you thought about the consequences if this thing is kicked and broken? What will you do in the future? You are the one who suffers."

Yu Meng punched the table with her fist, her eyes seemed to kill someone.

Ao Ge finally became honest, and started chatting seriously, "I happened to be in London because I took a job, but it was only temporary, and I left after a while."

Yu Meng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Hmm..." Ao Ge propped his chin and began to think, "There is no fixed place to live."

Holding the chopsticks, Yu Meng started to poke the fried eggs on the plate, and asked seemingly inadvertently, "Where have you been these five years?" He lowered his eyes, "Jane naively, they said they never found you... .”

"You're looking for me, right? Did you use your network technology? Hacking into databases or checking out immigration records?" Ao Ge interrupted him with an irrepressible smile in his tone.

Yu Meng raised her head abruptly, "Why do you..." He suddenly reacted, and added an awkward sneer belatedly, "Do you think it's possible? What are you thinking?"

Ao Ge raised his eyebrows and stopped poking them, but the smile at the corner of his mouth got deeper and deeper, without hiding it.

"Where's Xiao Di? How's he doing?" Yu Meng continued to ask while suppressing the fire.

Ao Ge kept staring at him, "He's at home, the journey was hard, so I didn't let him follow."

"He is in good health and shows signs of puppy love, so don't worry about him." Ao Ge narrowed his eyes maliciously, "You might as well ask more about me."

Yu Meng: "...let's not talk anymore, find me some clothes, I have to go."

Ao Ge got up quickly and pulled him to the cabinet next to the bed.

He took out a hanging casual shirt.

After handing it to Yu Meng, he naturally leaned against the cabinet and waited for him to change his clothes, which made Yu Meng almost start taking it off as a matter of course.

Holding his clothes, he looked at Ao Ge coldly, "Do you still want to fight?"

Ao Ge shrugged helplessly, "Last night, I wanted to take off everything boldly, now..."

In front of the fist, he shut up, turned and went to the toilet.

After changing it, Yu Meng didn't even look at it, just plucked her hair twice and was about to leave.

Although Ao Ge's clothes were a bit big, they fit well.

When he went out, Ao Ge didn't stop him, he just leaned on the door frame and stared at him leisurely.

The eyes that seemed to be glued to the body came again.

Yu Meng loosened her neckline, lowered the brim of her hat, wanted to look back at him, but held back.

This meeting without any warning broke Yu Meng's psychological defenses. He always felt that something was different. The life he had managed to stabilize suddenly became chaotic again, and he was about to reveal the deepest thing.

The thing he dared not touch.

Until you get into the elevator.

Yu Meng didn't look back, but he could clearly feel that Ao Ge was still looking at him, with scorching eyes like tarsal bones.

But neither of them spoke, not even saying goodbye.

This should also be the last time.

I won't see you anymore.

Yu Meng arrived at the PO Orchestra and went directly to the rehearsal hall.

Iverson was sitting in the middle of the stage, holding a pile of handwritten scores in his hand. When he saw Yu Meng, he waved to him.

Yu Meng walked over and sat beside her, her eyes fell on the stage with the stage lights on, "What, the lineup is about to start?"

"Yes, time is tight, I have to go on stage tonight." Iverson flicked the sheet music in his hand helplessly, "Just a short notice, order to die."

Yu Meng frowned, and looked through the timetable, "Tonight? Isn't there three days left?"

Iverson rubbed his forehead, "You still remember that lunatic Ke, it's him, he said he was in a hurry, but he forced it ahead of time."

Yu Meng couldn't figure it out, "Crazy Ke? The conductor? Why did he change the conductor?"

Iverson had a headache, and he was on the verge of collapse. "I heard that he asked for it. Our group invited him several times, but he was rejected. He was scolded like something. This time, I really asked for it. Panic."

He grabbed Yu Meng's hand, "Do you think he has some conspiracy?"

Yu Meng looked at his cheap paws coldly, "Let go."

Iverson shivered, took it back, and waved his hands forcefully, "Your pure sound music is ready, it's in the recording studio, go and listen to it."

Before Yu Meng took two steps, Iverson said from behind, "Your clothes don't really match your style." His words were full of admiration, "It's much more handsome than the bad boy you used to be, So sexy."

Yu Meng looked down at the casual black silk shirt and trousers on her body, and gestured her middle finger behind her speechlessly.

The smooth shirt is tucked into the trouser waist, loose and drape, showing a particularly slender waist, and the body line is also extremely obvious.

The coquettish ones are more obvious.

It's really Ao Ge's style.

No matter how much Yu Meng resisted, she had no choice but to enter the recording room with a sad face.

He stood in front of the tuner and began to listen to the finished melody. This one was completely different from the previous one that was full of illness in the second class.

Instead of crazy sharp extreme dissonant intervals, it's all brilliant chords.

Also added a part of ancient Chinese musical instruments.

Guqin and flute are embellished, and Xun is the beginning.

There are many changes and rich content.

But I still feel that there is a flaw, something that is missing, which is clearly on the verge of coming out, but I can't think of it.

Yu Meng found that her memory was getting worse and worse.

Could this also be a side effect of the medicine? He was a little worried.

Just as he was about to call Dr. Wen, he heard a knock on the door.

Before he could make a sound, someone outside the door had already entered.

Conton was holding a bag in his hand, his face was full of anticipation, and he rushed to Yu Meng in one step, "Guess what's in it?"

Yu Meng twitched the corner of her mouth, "Shoes."

Condon: "...No."

Yu Meng folded her arms, expressionless, "What is that?"

Conton hesitated for a while, "Uh, it's sneakers."

Yu Meng: "..." He shook his head, "You really don't need to give it away next time, I never celebrate birthdays, there is no need, really."

Condon sat obediently in the corner, raising his hands to show his attitude, "I'll just sit here and it won't affect you. Go ahead, I and the shoes are waiting for you here."

Yu Meng: "..."

In the past five years, Yu Meng suddenly disappeared for a long time. It seems that this incident has left some shadow on Conton. Now he can't wait to follow Yu Meng every day, for fear that he will disappear again.

Occasionally, once or twice is fine, this is almost catching up with the daily bodyguards, and it is really a bit unbearable.

Yu Meng forced herself to ignore Kang Dun's figure, and continued to play back the melody.

The time spent delving into music always flies by.

After he finally finished slumping on the chair, he received the news that the lunatic Ke had arrived.

When we arrived at the theater, there was chaos.

After all, the news was received on the spur of the moment, and everyone did not stop, making preparations in a panic.

This lunatic Ke always likes to do things that make everyone overwhelmed, and he has a very bad personality.

There is always a thin line between a genius and a lunatic.

From a long distance, I saw a man standing on the stage, his messy white hair curled up in all directions, and the tuxedo he was wearing was also colorful and fancy.

Sure enough, he is a crazy artist, and his stage image is unreasonable.

He seemed dissatisfied with everything, pointing at this and scolding that, irritable and irritable.

There were members of the orchestra sitting on both sides, and some of the faces in the front row were very strange, and they should have been brought by Crazy Ke.

They seemed to be used to men who lost their temper, and they cleaned their instruments calmly.

The man sitting at the back, holding the only pure black cello, leaned his head on the stool, seemingly still asleep, completely unaffected.

Also a talent.

Because it is far away, I can't see clearly.

But there is always an inexplicable familiarity.

three hours later.

The things that should be prepared were finally ready, and Yu Meng stepped back from the busy tuning line.

After setting the microphone for the instruments on the field, he turned from the corner passage to the front of the stage, and sat casually on the edge of the first row below the stage.

The field of view is not bad, and you can see the whole audience, although it is a little tilted, Yu Meng doesn't care much, and is still thinking about the follow-up arrangements in his mind.

With Crazy Ke joining, the performance is sure to be sure, but there is still a sense of tension.

This score is somewhat different, almost opening up a whole new world of symphony.

The impact is profound.

There is still a sense of tension.

After the performance venue was filled with people one after another, the curtain was drawn.

Facing Yu Meng's direction, a beam of light was shining at a very close position.

Yu Meng raised her eyes inadvertently, and was instantly stunned.

It's a black cello.

Spooky and gorgeous.

The weirdest thing was not the cello, but Ao Ge who was also wearing a black silk shirt. He was bathed in the holy white light and slowly pulled out the overture.

Black and white are distinct, he looks like a demon born in the dark, his skin is pale and cool.

elegant, noble,

But it was bitingly cold, as if winter had come.

His expression was no different from usual, still cold and indifferent, but his eyes were serious and focused.

The whole person is immersed in the music.

Only that time, when the eyes slid past Yu Meng's body lightly, there was no fluctuation.

The serene melody suddenly became passionate, like the frightening admonition slide in a circus.

The clown with the death scythe walked over step by step, stood in front of him, and smiled softly.

The overture leads to more.

Minor and medium are also added without a trace.

Crazy Ke stood on a high place like an enchanted animal trainer, his arms were waving non-stop, and his white hair was beating violently.

With the gorgeous symphony, layer after layer tumbling flow.

The colors of the musical instruments and clothes in each position have been designed with a sense of stage, like a blurred watercolor painting board.

The water mist spreads, the color changes from black to white, and then converges into the middle color.

Shocking.

Want to praise but can't make a sound.

Everyone in the audience was overwhelmed by the enchanting and ethereal tunes and the wonderful visual effects.

The applause was thunderous.

The whole show is over.

Before Yu Meng came back to his senses, he walked out of the hall slowly, and stood in the corridor in front of the hundred-story staircase.

The ivy snaked its way up the stone pillar, and the cool wind brought a faint fragrance.

Aggrieved, Yu Meng raised one leg and stepped on the stone, her eyes were foggy, with complicated emotions hidden, she was at a loss for a moment.

The cellist Ao Ge on the symphony stage is completely different from the king Ao Ge who sings and dances on the band stage.

Can't tell what kind of feeling it is, it always makes people feel a little sad.

"Mengmeng? Why did you come out first? Let's go, let's have dinner together."

Like a ghost, Kang Dun appeared suddenly, still holding the pair of shoes tightly, while talking, he put his arms around Yu Meng's shoulders and dragged him away.

Yu Meng was about to shake her head and refuse.

I saw Ao Ge walking in this direction, his expression was a little cold, his eyes were even more strange, and he walked gracefully in front of the two of them.

It happened to be in the way.

Conton glanced at this strange man, then at Yu Meng, a little surprised, "Why are your clothes the same?"

At this moment, he was just thinking about it, and he was afraid that he would hit his shirt.

It's just that I didn't expect that this man with a face of [-] million like an old man opened his thin lips coldly, and said a word full of disgust between his brows and eyes.

"Couple outfits, I'm afraid you haven't seen them before."

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After so many years, Brother Ao is still as naive as ever.

Continue at night.

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