The days when real wine kidnapped the model worker in the winery

The gazebo is made of European-style dome and arch columns. Because of the remote location, there are no people.

Qiu Tingye brushed off the rainwater from his clothes, sighed, and said helplessly:

"I don't like getting in the rain."

Kurosawa sat at the stone table and said speechlessly:

"I've never seen you hate being in the rain so much before, didn't you still get drenched?"

"That was when I was doing a mission..." Qiu Tingye sat directly on the stone table, looked at the gloomy rain outside, and said:

"It's probably a long time before the rain stops."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Kurosawa asked casually, also looking at the rain outside.

Qiu Tingye smiled, and tapped his fingers a few times on the back of Kurosawa's hand on the stone table.

"No hurry, there will be a golden train tomorrow, going directly to Lucerne, which is a holy place for tourists."

Kurosawa also tapped his finger a few times, and then said:

"Sure enough, it is the place you will choose, and it is a tourist destination."

After getting the reply, the smile on Qiu Tingye's face got bigger.

Just now they were having a conversation using unique contact information to determine if the individual being tracked was actually gone.

Those few people probably followed just in case, and they withdrew after they slowly came to the gazebo while hiding from the rain.

After all, would a special person like an investigation care about sheltering from the rain?

They are cautious, but not too cautious.

"By the way, last time you went to Egypt to meet the person in charge, what did he tell you?"

Kurosawa Jin's dark green eyes glanced at him lightly: "I thought you could hold back from asking."

Qiu Tingye looked at him with a smile.

"That guy doesn't know much. He's not the person in charge of the experiment. He's just a chess piece pushed out on the surface. Moreover, he just injected us with a medicine at the beginning, and never cared about the follow-up. "

"Is that so..." Qiu Tingye narrowed his eyes slightly thinking about something, that experiment also has problems...

"After we go back, let me check your body." Qiu Tingye said softly.

With the half of the source of life, he was not too worried about Zhen's body, but he was also afraid of unexpected changes, such as the rejection of the source of life.

But with his own consent, this would not be the case.

But I'm afraid of others.

"Okay." Kurosawa agreed to the inspection, and then he raised his head and looked at Qiu Tingye suspiciously:

"You won't just rely on it yourself?"

"Well, together."

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the sun came out again.

"Your train is for tomorrow?"

Qiu Tingye took back the phone and said, "Well, the time is nine o'clock tomorrow morning, so we have to find a place to live today."

Kurosawa: "...you clearly planned everything."

Qiu Tingye blinked and said with a smile: "You didn't stop me, and you've been walking outside for a long time, it's time to rest."

They said they were looking for a random place to live, but in fact they lived in a small apartment under their name, and they didn't even remember how many properties they owned.

After all, they have many identities.

The rain in Montreux has been intermittent today, and when they entered the small apartment, the sky was covered with a misty cloud.

But fortunately, they didn't plan to walk outside anymore, and planned to stay here until the golden train departed tomorrow.

This small apartment continues the unique style of Montreux, and even the lights give people a feeling of sparkling lake.

In the corner of the living room, there is also a violin. The dark brown body of the violin is exquisite and elegant, which immediately attracted Qiu Tingye's attention.

"Zhen, do you know the rumor about the originator of the violin?"

"It is said that 5000 years ago in Sri Lanka, there was a monarch named Rui Fana. He hollowed out a cylindrical wood to make Rui Fana Stron, a musical instrument very similar to the Huaguo Erhu. Over the long time, Rui Fan Nastron spread with the trade, and this is the originator of the violin.”

"Zhen, I remember you can play the violin."

Qiu Tingye looked at him with a smile, crossed his fingers and propped his face, the curvature of the dimple was faintly visible, he said softly:

"I want to hear your violin."

Kurosawa did not speak, his eyes glanced at Qiu Tingye lightly, and took down the violin.

He remembered those dreams.

The song that was supposed to pull the strings inexplicably changed its mind, and replaced it with another "Song of the Gypsy" that doesn't quite fit the current atmosphere.

His fingers were resting on the strings, first in the key of G minor, and the melody was a little tense and sad.

Qiu Tingye felt inexplicably hit in the heart, as if thinking of something, but was left blank.

The violin in Kurosawa Jin's hand played a new melody. He plucked the strings with his left hand, and his fingertips kept changing. The overtones were light and melancholic.

There was a flash of lightning outside, followed by the roar of thunder.

The sound of the piano became slower, and this Hungarian gypsy song showed grief and tragic fate.

Qiu Tingye's thumb tightly pinched his index finger, showing that he was not calm inside.

Finally, there is an extremely strong fast rhythm. The violin played a very cheerful melody, which formed a strong contrast with the prelude. The right hand plucked quickly, indicating the never-ending vitality.

Immediately afterwards, in the background sound of the drizzle, the staccato sixteenth notes formed a gossamer-like melody, which gradually reached a climax vigorously, and finally ended the music like lightning.

This song is for the past.

This gypsy song in the rain played into Qiu Tingye's heart, dimly awakening his dusty memory, but it was not very clear, like looking at flowers in a fog.

A subtle smell of blood entered Kurosawa Jin's nose.

He pulled Qiu Tingye's hand away and found a crescent-shaped wound between the knuckles of his index finger.

Kurosawa found him a Band-Aid in silence, and stuck it on the wound. His silver hair hung down on Qiu Tingye's face, causing itching.

Qiu Tingye's expression was empty, and the eagerness in his heart prompted him to hug the straw tightly, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Did I... meet you before?"

I seem to have lost you once, in the thunder that filled the sky.

And he could only watch helplessly, unable to resist even a little bit.

The air also seemed to be stagnant for a while, and the deep voice of Kuozawa Zhen came from above, allowing the stagnant air to flow again.

"It's a nice memory, too, if it's true."

Qiu Ting Yehuan's fingers on the back of Qin Jiu's waist trembled slightly, as if to prove something, he eagerly kissed Heisawa Zhen's lips, conquering the city and depriving everything.

He may have turned into a ferocious beast, but the other party is not some weak and weak princess, but another ferocious beast that is equal to him.

The possession among beasts is devouring, and devouring keeps them away from the anxiety of worrying about gains and losses.

Thunder roared, and the rainstorm had arrived.

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On the second day, they still boarded the golden train to Lucerne on time.

The Golden Train connects Montreux on the east coast of Lake Geneva and Lucerne, the center of Switzerland, passing through the Alps and many beautiful lakes, and the scenery varies with the terrain.

They took a landscape car with large glass windows, so they could clearly see the scenery along the way.

The scenery is so picturesque, but the two of them are like logs without saying anything.

To say that the atmosphere between the two people is a bit strange, it can't be described in this way, the aura of the two people is obviously fused together, entangled.

After a heavy rain last night, today’s sunshine is exceptionally bright, a rainbow-colored bridge is built between the clouds, and the lake is sparkling, reflecting light of different colors.

There is still white snow on the Alps, which does not melt all year round.

Qiu Tingye was thinking about those recalled memories, and Kurosawa was thinking about last night's dream.

This time the dream was intermittent, and the scene in the dream was Kurosawa teaching him to distinguish emotions.

He is like a newborn baby who doesn't understand anything.After learning to speak, Kurosawa Jin racked his brains to teach him to distinguish inner emotions.

Kurosawa Jin is like an unqualified teacher who wants to overwhelm the baby, and the lectures are not very good, the kind that will easily mislead the children.

"Like is a special emotion. When you see something and want to keep it for yourself, this emotion is like."

"And when you get something like this, there will be a kind of excitement in your heart, which is happiness."

"When you like something very much, but you lose that thing because of some accident, you will feel uncomfortable. If the heavy feeling is heavy, it should be pain. If it is simple, it is sadness."

......

Kurosawa noticed Qiu Tingye's clear eyes staring at him, and was stuck for a moment. He felt that he might also need to find a strategy.

It is instinctive to distinguish these emotions by yourself, but it is very difficult to express them.

Just when Kurosawa was in a bit of a dilemma, he lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, as if the clear sky was covered with dark clouds.

"I know, when I saw those people die in front of me, that kind of emotion is sad."

Kurosawa was silent, and asked him:

"Do you want to kill them?"

He blankly replied, "I don't know."

"From the moment I became conscious, I have lived like this. You said last time that I was regarded as a useful knife by them, but if I don't make this knife, what else can I do? "

"The whole world belongs to God, if I'm not here, where can I be..."

"But every time you come, I am very happy. I want to keep you forever. Does this count as liking?"

Kurosawa closed his eyes, his dark green eyes were clear, and he said:

"It's liking, but there are many kinds of liking, and what you feel is just one of them."

Kurosawa has thought about it, if the time he is in now is the past, then when he does something unexpected, will it change the future?

But it is also possible that everything he does is a link in time.

However, if this change can make him happier, Kurosawa Jin can't sit idly by.

Even if I won't meet him again in the future.

So Kurosawa said to him:

"I want to hear you play the harp."

He embarrassedly told Kurosawa that he didn't know how to play the harp, and he had never touched a musical instrument.

Kurosawa kissed his forehead for the first time, and said softly:

"Then go learn it, you'll love it, love the music, it's like a part of your soul."

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