[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

"Okay, open your eyes."

Her boyfriend's voice came from a very close place, Donghua's back froze for a moment, and after a while, she tentatively raised her head from his shoulders, but she still closed her eyes tightly with a nervous expression.

Akashi sighed helplessly: "My room is cleaned every day."

Donghua heard what he meant, her eyelashes flickered, then she raised her eyelids cautiously, looked around cautiously, and found that his room was neat and orderly at first glance, so she was relieved Taking a deep breath, he patted him on the shoulder again, motioning him to put himself down.

Although the whole house is in pure Japanese style, Akashi Seijuro's room is still Western style, both the bed and the floor are clean, even if the white light from the window shines in, there is no flying fine dust in the air, it should It was just cleaned in the morning.

In his room, it seems that the whole person is surrounded by the extremely reassuring aroma of plants and trees on his body, even between every breath, the lungs are also occupied by this breath.Dong Hua blinked her eyes, and her earlobe felt hot again. Even if she couldn't see it, she could imagine the blush, and she seemed to casually pull down some of her temple hair.

For a while, no one spoke, Donghua only felt so quiet that her ears could not be heard, and the organs in her chest were beating too fast. She almost suspected that this deafening heartbeat would get rid of the restraint of musculoskeletal and spread into his body. in the ears.As soon as this kind of thing is thought about for a while, the heat in the ears will become more serious, and even spread to the face, Dong Hua hurriedly grabbed her thoughts, and took two steps in the room as if trying to cover up.

The short slender heels hit the floor, finally breaking the silence. Donghua found the opportunity and at the same time found the topic, and walked towards the piano placed in the corner of the room: "So there is a piano in Zhengjun's room."

Akashi Seijuro has been standing two steps beside her, while looking at the girl's red earlobes half hidden in the blond hair, he raised the corners of his lips: "Ah, I had it a long time ago."

Dong Hua caressed the cool and smooth lacquer surface of the piano, then turned her head and glanced at him: "Is it okay?"

"Anything—would you like a violin accompaniment, miss."

Dong Hua looked around for a while, but found no trace of the violin case, so she pursed her lips and shook her head: "If you need to get it specially, forget it, sir."

The girl tidied her hair lightly, then lifted the piano cover, her slender fingers slid across the black and white keys, and the Steinway released a series of tinkling single notes, and there was no music score on the piano.She has to take piano lessons for an hour and a half every day. Even though the piano tutor has pointed out that "Miss Xiyuansi has a high degree of completion of piano music", which implicitly expresses that the student has already surpassed the blue, her father still throws money. She plays famous songs with her grim-faced tutor every night.

Dong Hua stepped on the pedal, tilted her head and thought about the repertoire, but first of all, the famous songs handed down from generation to generation were excluded-those songs they had listened to since they were young.

Thin white fingers tapped on the keys twice, the girl suddenly thought of something, her dark gray eyes lit up immediately, she turned her head and glanced at the red-haired boy who was staring at her behind her, and then set her pose— —

Akashi Seijuro couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the first note—it was a melody he had never heard before, but it was melodious and long, gentle and clear, like moonlight like tulle, and like It is the fragrance of flowers scorched by the scorching sun in the afternoon, not from the feasting Tokyo, nor from the simple and elegant Kyoto.

——It was a distant breeze blowing from Kanagawa, with a slight smell of the sea.

The last tune had been scattered in the air for a long time before Seijuro Akashi slowly clapped his hands: "It sounds good, what tune is it?"

Dong Hua closed the piano cover, pushed the piano bench back, and then turned around to answer him: "There is no name, it's a song my grandmother put me to sleep, it's just a temporary idea, I didn't even pick up the score, so it's a bit rough .”

"It's perfect enough. If you add more polish, you may lose this charm. Let's just leave it at that?" Akashi Seijuro stood up.

Dong Hua nodded: "If Mr. Zheng said so."

"Do you want to take a break?" Akashi stepped forward and took her hand.

Her physique was not very good, and even the long-distance running test in physical education class took a few days to fully recover. I took her to ride a horse in the morning, and then played a few high-intensity chess games. Played a piece of music, which can be called full.

However, Donghua visited his house for the first time, and now she was in his room, her adrenaline surged up a certain amount, her spirit was lifted by the hormone, and she didn't feel tired for a while.

"Wait a minute," Dong Hua hooked his little finger and shook it, "I'm not very tired yet."

While speaking, her gaze shifted, and she glanced over the red-haired boy's shoulder, and saw the solid wooden bookshelf behind him: "...if I don't offend you."

"what?"

Donghua met his eyes: "May I have a look at Zhengjun's bookshelf?"

She has always believed that the music played in the earphones and the books placed on the bookshelf can reflect a person's inner world to a certain extent, which is a very private domain - others can directly touch the soul through these tiny clues.

"Of course, you can do whatever you want." Akashi Seijuro took half a step to the side calmly, giving way to the bookshelf.

"Thank you Zhengjun." Donghua stepped forward, looking up at the spines of the books with different fonts and styles.

The books on the bookshelf are divided into small blocks one after another according to the type, there are quite a number of them, and they span many fields. Donghua even saw something related to imperialism on it.

but……

Donghua turned her head and glanced at him, as the sole heir of the Akashi family, it seems understandable to learn these things if she will be in charge of such a large family business in the future.

It's just that she can't help but feel some distressed feelings.

The girl's fingers lightly tapped the edge of the bookshelf, then grabbed the spine of a book, and slowly pulled it out.

"Nie Dalu's collection of poems." Dong Hua happily turned the pages of the book.

"Do you like Nedalu very much?" Akashi sat at the table, heard her exclamation like talking to himself, and asked casually without raising his head.

"Well, his poems are very beautiful." She flipped through the pages of the book and chatted with him casually. I saw it first when I thought of it from you.”

Akashi inadvertently raised his head to look at her, and subtly swallowed back the words that came to his lips: "...I didn't know you knew German."

"Huh?" Donghua looked at the original poetry collection in her hand, and then raised her eyebrows, "Fortunately, I can't say how professional I am. I can speak a few languages ​​with a large number of people on the planet. It's just a difference in the depth of research. .”

"That's it." He nodded, and suddenly tilted his head with his chin, "Undinmeinerunfruchtbarenlandschaftbist." (On my barren soil)

"dudieletzterose." Almost reflexively, Donghua continued the second half of the sentence, and then smiled at him in surprise. (you are the last rose)

"But compared to this one," she turned another page, "I still prefer his other sentence—Ichwachteweinendaufundtraumte, ichseieinverirrteskind, dasdurchnachtlicheblatterging, umnachdeinerhandzusuchen."

(If I wake up crying, it's because I dreamed that I was a lost child looking for your hand through the leaves of night.)

German has always been known as the language of butchers, and daily conversations are like passionate scolding, but the girl's tone is soft, and there is a special flavor when she reads German love poems.

Akashi Seijuro raised the corners of his lips: "Ichbrauchemeinehandenichtzusuchen."

(My hands need not seek.)

Dong Hua was blushing and heart beating at what he said, she closed the poetry collection in her hand in a daze, stuffed it back to its original place, and then walked slowly along the bookshelf.Suddenly, she found that the solid wood bookshelf was full of colorful and green colors, which were extremely incompatible with the hardcover books around her. She was stunned for a moment, and when she walked closer, she found the cursive characters "Matsukage Yuki" neatly lined on the spine of the book.

Dong Hua's eyes widened slightly in a daze, and on the bookshelf were all the light novels she had published since she wrote the novel, and they were all wrapped in book protectors, neatly in duplicate.

Almost instantly, a burst of soreness hit her heart, Donghua blinked, her eye sockets became hot, and at the same time, her pupil membranes were quickly and vaguely moistened with water vapor.She bit her lower lip quickly, and raised her head slightly, trying to control the sudden surge of tears.

The girl's eyes were red, and she looked back at him.

Akashi Seijuro didn't know what his girlfriend had discovered, and he was still working at the desk with a laptop, leaving her with a tall and straight back and a calm head with fried hair.

Dong Hua looked at the small clumps of red broken hair protruding from the back of his head, and then thought of her boyfriend's usual expressionless face, she bit her lip and endured it for a long time, but she still couldn't hold back her tears and laughed.

However, after looking away, she was puzzled to find that beside her light novel, there was an all-black book—all black, the kind that didn't even have words on the spine.

Donghua tilted her head and pulled it out hesitantly.

...But I was even more puzzled to find that even the cover was completely black.

The clouds of doubt in her heart were about to accumulate into rain.

It won't be some messy biography|teach!Dong Hua instantly turned pale with fright.

Although she had great trust in her boyfriend's judgment, Dong Hua still hastily turned the pages in front of such a weird all-black book.

... Then he met eyes with the woman who was scratching | head | posing | on the title page.

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Read a little yellow book, and wrap the book cover, pay attention to

sorry Sorry!Forgot to set up a manuscript box!