The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Yunji reacted a little, "Oh, your coat, I'm sorry."

He took off his coat and reached out to give it to Cong Lie.

With a straight face, Cong Lie stuffed him into the taxi with his clothes and others, and got into the co-pilot by himself, "Jinghua Bieyuan."

That is the villa area where he lives.

Yunji didn't make a sound along the way.

Cong Lie also stared out the window.

Only the master driver looked at them from the rearview mirror from time to time.

"It's here, it's thirty." The driver took out the QR code in embarrassment, not knowing who to scan it for.

Cong Lie neatly scanned the code and got out of the car by himself, hitting the door.

"Go to Yuefu." Yunji leaned back on the back seat, covering his mouth to cover up a light cough.

"Okay." The master quickly agreed, and flew out with a kick of the accelerator.

Cong Lie got out of the car, not only the driver, but also Yunji was a little more relaxed.

With such a big Buddha in such a small space, he didn't know how to face him.

For him now, Cong Lie is more of a failure experience.

He doesn't say clearly about the relationship now, but Cong Lie has never been proactive with him in his life, and it should slowly elute into a pure cooperative relationship.

Yunji is not used to dealing with sour feelings.

Because in fact, apart from Cong Lie, he has never loved anyone so deeply.

This will make getting along outside of work tasteless.

As long as he sees Cong Lie, he will unnaturally remember how embarrassing he was in love.

Fortunately, Cong Lie left.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, Yunji's phone rang.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Cong Lie's distraught voice came over: "Where did you go again? Why didn't you get out of the car?"

"Why should I get out of the car?" Yunji was a little annoyed when he asked, "Isn't that your home?"

"I'll get out of the car to get my things, and I'll go to your house with you later! Why did you just let the car go?" Cong Lie yelled on the phone.

"I'll say it again, I never told you to come to my house." Yunji replied flatly.

"Didn't the doctor say that there is a danger of fainting and that you are not allowed to live alone? Where are you listening!" Cong Lie's voice became louder and louder.

Yunji knew it by himself, and said bluntly: "You don't need to worry about it."

"Why don't I have to worry about it? What do you have to rush home by yourself?" Cong Lie's voice was slightly lower, "You ask the master to drive the car back, and I will take the things and leave."

"No, you're busy, I'll just go back by myself." Yunji firmly refused.

Cong Lie hung up the phone directly.

He stood at the place where he got off the car for a while, and kicked open the iron gate of the yard.

There are a lot of pink tulips newly blooming in the yard, which were gathered a while ago and put down one by one.

"I didn't know who it was before, but you insisted on coming to live in my house?" Cong Lie kicked the tulip that was closest to the outside.

The weak little flower fell down immediately, and the pink petals scattered all over the ground.

"Flowers are as delicate as people." He couldn't help muttering again.

There is a crystal triangle in the living room, which Yunji insisted on putting in.

In fact, Cong Lie rarely uses the piano to compose.

He is generally used to using a MIDI keyboard, which is convenient for editing while writing.

The triangle is big and clumsy, and it will get in the way wherever it is placed.

Moreover, the transparent piano is not very conspicuous if it is wiped too clean. Cong Lie bumped into it three times in the first two days after moving in.

At that time, Yunji also specifically told him that it was made of all crystal, and that it was the only Steinway in the world that belonged to him.

But to Cong Lie, the piano is just a bulky keyboard.

Violin, guitar, keyboard, the quality of these instruments has little influence on his creation.

Even if you give him a few cups and a jug of water, he can still compose music.

But what disgusted Cong Lie the most was Yunji's appearance as a money-spreading boy.

It's as if the money is blown by a strong wind, and I don't know how to feel distressed at all.

He knows that the rich second generation is like this.

Just like his own rich second-generation father.

When Cong Lie's mother was still alive, no matter how difficult the family was, they were reluctant to sell the pair of diamond earrings, saying that they were the least valuable gifts from his father when he pursued her.

Everything else was sold, but she wanted to keep the earrings as a souvenir.

Later, his mother was critically ill, and Cong Lie, a high school student, secretly sold the pair of earrings and was put in the ICU for 23 days.

And the man who said he would love his mother for the rest of his life didn't even come to the funeral to send a bouquet of flowers.

Cong Lie doesn't believe in the "everyday" of a rich second generation.

Because it was like the diamond earrings that my mother wanted to wear into the earth, expensive and shiny, and finally disappeared.

Since the piano was delivered, no one has touched it except for housekeeping, which has to be cleaned every other day.

When Yunji came to his house, he often told him to "play the first piece and listen".

That frivolous look seemed to regard him as a musician playing keyboards in a bar.

"Play "Fur Elise", you will definitely do that." Yun Ji rubbed against his hand with a faint blush on his cheeks.

Cong Lie frowned slightly, "Are you drinking again?"

Yunji squeezed his thumb and index finger together, "Just a little bit. I want to buy a big bed, can I? I don't think this bed is enough right now."

"Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable when it creaks? I'm always afraid that it will suddenly collapse in the middle of it." He complained in a low voice, "How long have you bought it? The quality is not good at all."

"You move this piano away first, and we can talk about other things after you sober up." Cong Lie casually said something perfunctory to him.

"What are you talking about?" Yunji looked at him suspiciously, "No, I must talk about this relationship, I must ask you to marry me, please tell me when you are willing."

His voice was a little drunk, and the ending rose involuntarily.

"There's nothing I can't get, even you." He leaned closer, lingering with the faint smell of alcohol and the sweet fragrance of milk, lingering around.

Cong Lie couldn't remember how to deal with it.

But he certainly didn't play the piano for him.

Because he never even touched the piano with a finger.

Looking at the quiet and transparent triangle, Cong Lie's anger slowly subsided.

Inexplicably, he felt that he was familiar with its touch.

It seems that he doesn't need to sit on that crystal piano bench, his fingers have already remembered those coldness and smoothness for him.

His fingers remembered that the black and white lacquered keys were pressed by himself and then bounced quickly, pushing against the already sore fingertips.

It's like a lingering loneliness that is obviously unsustainable but still refuses to stop.

That's Für Elise.

Repeat this until the keys become warm from friction.

Cong Lie couldn't help frowning.

He was sure he hadn't touched the piano.

But every syllable in "Fur Elise" is full and clear, chasing cheerfully through the mournful gaps.

Cong Lie hesitated to lift the piano cover.

"Boom-"

The crisp piano sounds overlapped.

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