After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

After parting with Wei Yan, Cen Nian went back to the hotel.

He originally planned to set up a situation tonight, but was disrupted by Wei Yan's sudden confession and marriage proposal.

However, it will take a long time, and he is not in a hurry.

Cen Nian stood in the lobby.The huge crystal chandelier was shining brightly, he squinted his eyes looking at the light, thought for a while, and didn't go back to the room immediately.He turned his head and walked deep into the corridor on the first floor.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, there is a musical instrument room, which has pianos, violins, saxophones and the like, which can be borrowed and played by guests.

yThe national style is free and simple, so many musical instruments are played loudly, no one is afraid of being stolen, and no one will steal.When he was filming in his previous life, Cen Nian occasionally went to have a sit-down. Someone in the musical instrument room often gathered a band temporarily. The music styles from all over the world were mixed together, which was harmonious.

The corridor is also carpeted, the lights are dim, and there is a damp old smell coming up, and the oil paintings on the wall are hidden behind the dim lights.

After all this, the musical instrument room should have been deserted.However……

Cen Nian's footsteps faltered slightly.

The faint sound of the piano came from the end of the corridor.On a quiet night in a foreign country, the sound of the qin sounded quietly and softly. The player who played the qin was not good at it. Occasionally, a few notes were played wrong, but this was not harmful at all.The tune is brisk and romantic, like a gust of wind at night.

Cen Nian lowered his eyelids, a little stunned.

"starflos."

he murmured in a low voice.

This is a song written by Fu Ran himself.Although Fu Ran learned to play drums, he is also quite proficient in music theory. He can play the piano so-so, but he has written a lot of songs.

Fu Ran writes songs purely out of interest, and almost no one knows about them.And Cen Nian only knew this one song.

starflos, stream of stars.

It's not a sad, heavy song.On the contrary, it is light and light, like a wild flower, a summer wind, a fallen leaf, or a cluster of snowflakes.

Few people know the song exists.

Cen Nian put his hand lightly on the handle of the wooden door, but he didn't push it away.

He lost his mind.

A memory flows from the eardrum to the heart along with the sound of the piano.

In the previous life, Fu Ran invited Cen Nian to his house for his birthday.At that time, Cen Nian knew the existence of this song for the first time.After dinner, maybe after drinking two glasses of wine, Fu Ran was in a good mood. He sat in front of the grand piano by the floor-to-ceiling windows and played the melody casually.

"This song is very nice," Cen Nian remembered asking himself, "Senior, is it improvisation?"

Fu Ran stared at Cen Nian steadfastly, and after a while, he smiled softly and shook his head.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, there is a whole field of brilliant stars, all reduced to the foil of this smile.Fu Ran whispered

"No, it's called starflos."

"starflos? A stream of stars?" Cen Nian was stunned, "Did the inspiration come from the starry sky?"

At that time, Fu Ran had already moved.He moved from an apartment in the city center to a villa in the suburbs, and rarely made movies.That villa has a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. When the weather is not too bad, you can see the whole starry sky, which is complete and beautiful like a painting.

Fu Ran smiled again and shook his head.He looked at Cen Nian and said word by word

"Inspired by a child."

"I wanted to give this song to him, but I couldn't find the right time."

"Little friend?" At that time, the image of a little girl with braids and going to kindergarten appeared in Cen Nian's mind.

He smiled and suggested, "How about...when she grows up, play it to her at her wedding?"

The stars are flowing, and the imagery is also good.What's more, this tune is melodious and unique, just listening to it makes the corners of your mouth unstoppable.

It is indeed very suitable to celebrate the newlyweds.

Hearing this, Fu Ran was startled and looked at him silently.

"Uh," Cen Nian was a little embarrassed, thinking that Fu Ran was upset, he touched his nose and said, "Let me just say it casually, if—"

"Do not."

Fu Ran shook his head.

A smile slowly formed in his eyes, gentle and handsome beyond belief.Fu Ran turned his back to the stars all over the sky and said

"That's a great idea, thank you."

"but……"

Fu Ran lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said, "I still need to improve."

Later that day, the two did not continue this topic.However, one day later, Fu Ran sent him the revised score.

Cen Nian saw that Fu Ran's 'improvement' was actually adding the melody of the violin.

He looked at the score, and the sounds of the piano and violin played in his mind.

This is indeed a song suitable for congratulating a newlywed.

Lightness, happiness, like a beautiful and solemn blessing, with longing and expectations for the future.

However, Cen Nian didn't want to understand at that time.

Why... join the violin?

"..."

Thoughts return.

The piano sound in the memory is connected with the piano sound in reality, and the tune has flowed from several years ago to the present.

Cen Nian lowered his eyelids, smiled, and turned around.

I don't know why Fu Ran played this piece of music at this time in a musical instrument room in a foreign country.

but--

This has nothing to do with Cen Nian, he has no interest in inquiring about other people's privacy.

Cen Nian turned around and just took two steps when he suddenly heard a few low voices from a distance.

He was stunned.

The corridor is long and narrow, and the sound transmission effect is very good.A little bit of noise can easily be infinitely amplified, not to mention that the voices of those two people are not small.

The two seemed to be walking from the hall to the corridor, accompanied by a few low gasps and ambiguous sighs, making it easy to imagine what state they were in at the moment.

Cen Nian frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

If you go out at this time, you will definitely bump into them.He's not shy, he's just—

Suddenly, his ears moved.

Amplified by the narrow corridor, he heard a name.

"Wu Duanyang is such an idiot," the woman's voice was charming and weak, she panted lowly while complaining to the people around her, "Stealing chickens is not enough to lose money, it almost ruined my good business."

Cen Nian was taken aback.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his head, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

——I really hope for something.

He didn't look for it, but the other party bumped into him by himself.

The voice over there continued.

"Where are you going?" It was a man's voice, and he said anxiously, "Where is your room?"

"Eighth floor."

The man cursed lowly.

"Don't worry," the woman smiled and said softly, "There is a musical instrument room at the end of the corridor. At this point, there are no people there, so..."

This "so what" prolongs the ending sound, which is suggestive.

Without any further hesitation, Cen Nian held the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.

There was a pause from the piano.

Fu Ran's hand stopped above the piano, and he looked at the person at the door.

Some kind of surprise flashed across his face, besides, there were many other emotions intertwined and surging up.For that short second, Fu Ran's expression was almost complicated, he stared at Cen Nian deeply.

"...?"

Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran, wanting to investigate carefully, but Fu Ran had already looked away, hiding all his emotions.

Forget it.

There is no time to think about it now.

Cen Nian walked to the piano and whispered, "Senior, can you do me a favor?"

"Huh?" Fu Ran looked at him, smiled, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"help me--"

Fu Ran stood up, and Cen Nian walked in front of him.

While gently putting down the piano cover, Cen Nian tugged at Fu Ran's sleeve.Fu Ran didn't resist, and followed him to the cabinet where the wind instruments were placed.

Cen Nian opened the cabinet.Fortunately, several of the tubas and French horns that took up more than half of the space in the cabinet were borrowed, leaving a lot of space.

Cen Nian originally had a small frame, so he ducked in and waved at Fu Ran, taking it for granted.

"Senior, come in."

Fu Ran "..."

"Wait," Fu Ran rubbed his temples, "It's impossible—"

His tail stopped.

He also heard the sound from the door.

——Those two people were very close, and they were about to open the door and come in.

"Wu Duanyang's brain has been bad all the time, and he deserves to go in."

This is a man's voice, his voice is very hoarse, not very pleasant, and it is even more unpleasant because of being trapped in desire and distorted.

"Hey," the woman's voice was much more pleasant, she panted twice, and scolded with a smile, "What are you talking about? I lost my interest."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about him, let's talk about you little bitch."

There was the sound of clothes rustling and belts being untied, followed by the woman's panting and soft shouting, and the man's muffled groan.

"..."

Through a thin layer of wood, those voices came over clearly, almost in the ears.

A little hot.

In the dark cabinet, there was only a little light from Cen Nian's cell phone. He turned on the recorder and faithfully recorded all the sounds.

His expression was also very serious, as if what he was listening to was not someone else's bed affairs, but some serious meeting.

Cen Nian sat in Fu Ran's arms.He hugged his knees and sat between Fu Ran's legs, with his head resting on Fu Ran's chin, carefully protecting his mobile phone.

The space in the cabinet is very narrow, and only in this way can two people barely fit.

Cen Nian stretched his back for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable in his neck, and wanted to change his position.As soon as he moved his legs, Fu Ran's voice sounded muffled above his head.

"Don't move."

Fu Ran's voice was a little tense, as if he was holding back something.

"..."

Cen Nian was a little strange.

Fu Ran is not feeling well?

He was about to ask, but the voices of the two people outside stopped.

— "Did you hear anything?" asked the woman.

The two people in the cabinet immediately shut up.

"What's the sound?" the man said impatiently, "is it a wild cat?"

"No way," the woman's voice still hesitated, "I feel..."

Cen Nian's heart skipped a beat.

Hearing what the woman said, she seemed to want to check again.

However, very coincidentally, there was a 'meow' sound from the window, and a wild cat ran past the window.

"Look, I said it was a wild cat."

There was a light 'pop' sound outside, and some vague and regular sounds of water.

Obviously, the woman let go of her suspicions.

The man's speed was very fast - very fast in all aspects, and within a few minutes, the sound of the water stopped.

Cen Nian raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, I live longer than him.

Fu Ran lowered his eyes, staring at the little guy sitting in his arms, and almost immediately read his thoughts from his eyes.

There was a smile in Fu Ran's eyes.

But soon, I don't know what to think of, and the smile faded away.

The sounds from outside continued.

"Well, in the final analysis, Wu Duanyang shouldn't be trusted in the first place. It's so good, maybe it aroused their vigilance." The man said.

"What are you afraid of?" the woman said coquettishly. "When the time comes, the entire banquet will be ours. How can we be afraid that the two of them alone will fail?"

In the musical instrument storage cabinet, Cen Nian moved his ears, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

...Okay, let's get to the point.

"You're not a coward, are you?" Outside, the woman rolled her eyes and said disdainfully.

"No," the man was a little embarrassed and a little annoyed, "I just—"

"Hey, don't talk about that."

The woman changed the subject, "By the way, have you heard? Sister Yu has a batch of new products, which are very exciting."

"new goods?"

Hearing this, the man's voice showed a bit of excitement.

"Is it expensive? Or—"

"Oh, where does Miss Yu lack this little money? Naturally, she pays for us all to be comfortable." The woman pushed the man's chest and said in a low voice.

"However..." She made a fool of herself.

"But what?" the man asked anxiously.

"But, sister Yu said that we have to do her a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"Cen Nian," the woman smiled, "do you know him?"