After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Cheng Xijue turned Gu Jian's face away, looked at his sleepy appearance carefully, and jokingly said, "Your condition sounds like you're pregnant."

Gu Jian didn't bother to pay attention to his flirting, "President Cheng wants a child?"

Cheng Xijue hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't like it. Babies love to cry and fight and cannot communicate. Moreover, raising a child requires a lot of time and energy, which I don't have."

Gu Jian said "hmm" without interest.

Cheng Xijue asked, "Do you like children?"

Gu Jian squinted at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not. Sexual orientation determines that I won't have children."

Cheng Xijue was silent. The Cheng family seemed to be full of flowers, but in fact the faction inside was complicated. He took the helm under the great efforts of the old man. Waiting in line to give his adoptive child.

Of course, he was not a good person, he had cooperated with a charitable foundation for a long time, even if he passed away unexpectedly, his assets would be donated directly to the welfare organization, and the Cheng family would not get any money.

When Gu Jian woke up from sleep, the car stopped at the Art Center Grand Theater, and the black and white piano keys jumped on the huge electronic screen, creating a colorful portrait after artistic treatment.

The beautiful artistic font reads Muro, the last stop of the world tour, called "Return to Hometown", the classical piano recital will come to an honorable curtain call tonight.

The brightly lit art hall is as bright as day, and the people who come and go are dressed in dignified clothes, perfumes, skirts, and sparkling watches on men's wrists, all revealing luxury and grandeur.

Gu Jian felt dizzy in front of his eyes. He didn't know if he was sleeping or he hadn't lost his appetite these days. He said to Cheng Xijue, got out of the car and went straight to the bathroom to wash his face and wake up.

The appearance of Cheng Xijue immediately attracted a lot of attention, and the crowd stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Mr. Cheng, what a coincidence, are you here to listen to Muro's concert?"

"Oh! I just said today is a good day, so I'm going to meet Mr. Cheng."

"When you come here, it's full of splendor. Can you have a drink with Mr. Cheng after listening to the concert? Let's talk about Frey's acquisition of our company."

……

The scene was as lively as a meeting of big stars, and there was everything to say. Frey’s investment was aggressive and turned the media and entertainment industry upside down. Anyone with a little vision could see that a big move was going to be made, and they all wanted to get on the boat and share a share. soup.

Cheng Xijue was surrounded by people and couldn't get away, but he was used to it and handled it with ease.

Until a boy with exquisite eyebrows broke through the encirclement, the cellist in Muro's concert was beautiful and artistic, and he was not at all coy. , want to know him very much.

The boy's attitude was frank and straightforward, and his smile was bright, "It's okay if Mr. Cheng doesn't remember. I sat at the table behind you at Muro's celebration banquet in Sydney. Muro was very drunk. You entrusted me to take him back to the hotel." Yes, there is always a kind of fate between me and Cheng."

Cheng Xijue's sexual orientation is semi-public. Everyone knows that he likes men, but he never attends social dinners alone without bringing any partner.

The people next to him started to join in the fun: "Your eyes are quite bright, but everyone here is always single."

"I heard from Muro that Mr. Cheng has always been single." The boy took out his phone, young and beautiful, so confident and flamboyant, "Murro said that your standards for choosing a mate are very high, I wonder if I can catch Mr. Cheng's eyes? "

Cheng Xijue had a smile on his lips, and was about to refuse, when he raised his eyes and saw Gu Jian leaning on the marble railing of the stairs, watching the excitement with his arms folded.

Seeing his man being approached by someone, his thin eyes drooped, his hands were loosely in his pockets, his thin eyes drooped, his hands were loose in his pockets, and he looked like he had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Xijue felt unhappy, and waved in Gu Jian's direction with ill intentions, and said calmly, "Stop making noises, my wife is back, and it will be hard for him to explain clearly when he sees it."

A word of misfortune led to the east, and everyone's eyes turned to the right.

Unlike the well-dressed and celebrities, Gu Jian's clothes are simple and plain, with a white T-shirt and slacks, and he doesn't even have a reflective accessory on his body. Compared with his status as a wealthy wife, he is as clean and tidy as a popular college student. school grass.

Gu Jianshen glanced at Cheng Xijue, with a calm expression on his cold white face, and walked slowly through the amazed eyes of the crowd, came to Cheng Xijue's side, and held arms with him very familiarly and intimately, "Xijue, the concert is about to start, let's go in .”

"it is good."

Cheng Xijue was very helpful, he knew too well the lethality of Gu Jian's face, the boy who just struck up a conversation was so embarrassed that everyone looked at Cheng Xijue enviously.

The two walked up the steps intimately, as if they were a couple of gods and gods carefully created by the Creator. Cheng Xijue smiled and talked next to Gu Jian's ear, and Gu Jian smiled lightly and chatted lightly. in the hall.

Although everyone couldn't hear what they were saying, they were infected by the sweet atmosphere and couldn't help but want to share it with everyone. The unreasonable Mr. Cheng got married and found such an expensive and beautiful partner. Let him take up all the good things.

Of course, if they heard the conversation between Cheng Xijue and Gu Jian, they wouldn't think so.

"A Jian, is it interesting to watch a play?"

"Cheng Boss Yan Fu is not shallow, it's really interesting."

"Of course not shallow, otherwise how could—"

"Mr. Cheng can't forget that night again. If you really feel uncomfortable, I don't care if you cheated."

"Wild flowers don't have the fragrance of home flowers, legal and clean sex is what I want."

"Huh? I'm still clean in Mr. Cheng's eyes?"

"It's more than clean, you're crazy, if you don't tie you up, you can scratch my back."

"Ha ha."

The spacious concert hall is bright and clean, and classical piano music is flowing freely. As the youngest pianist in the world, Muro has his own performance characteristics. Under his hands, the classical and elegant piano music is passionate and full of fanaticism. vitality.

The style of music is unique, and the piano himself is not too far behind. Muro never wears a gentleman's tuxedo at the concert, but is casual and casual, with a few strands of unruly silver hair, and a metal necklace and ring, like a street pop musician. , other people's nickname is the piano prince, and Muro is the piano prodigal son.

Gu Jian didn't pay attention to classical pianos. When I saw Muro again, it was a video edited by fanatical fans on the Internet. He was handsome and played the piano even more.

The magnificent piano music in the closed room swayed back and forth. After sitting in the VIP area and listening to it for a while, Gu Jian's cochlea buzzed, as if there were fine needles being pricked. The tinnitus returned, and he pressed hard on the painful forehead, whispered to Cheng Xijue: "I'll go to the bathroom again."

Cheng Xijue squinted at his pale cheeks, and said softly, "Come back early."

This time he went and did not return until the end of the recital, when Muro stood up and bowed to express his gratitude, the audience stood up and gave a thunderous applause, dedicated to this talented pianist.

The visiting reporters set up their cameras, and a dark circle of cameras aimed at the handsome and unrepentant man on the stage. Tonight is the last stop of Muro's world tour. Returning to his hometown of Yuning City is also his apotheosis Tonight, tomorrow's headlines will be dominated by this piano prodigal son.

The reporters were very interested in Muro's experience. The young man studied under famous teachers, won international awards along the way, graduated from the Juilliard School of Music, without any stains, and is a perfect template for a winner in life.

The question asked was very routine. Thank you parents, teachers, and the music industry. Muro answered kindly. Suddenly, a reporter asked: "Mr. Muro, what is the experience that has influenced you the most?"

The snow-white stage lights were shining brightly, and Muro's handsome face froze. Looking at the dark audience, he was quiet for about half a minute before replying with a smile: "I once gave up playing the piano, thinking that I was not a good-for-nothing, and fell into an impossible situation. Self-extracting despair, even wanting to end this despair with death."

Surprised all four.

The reporter asked in surprise: "What made you come out?"

Muro's tense expression was relaxed, he closed his eyes, and seemed to be recalling the past, "A friend was in the same situation as me at the time, he was better and tougher than me, when I was desperate, he was the one who stood up for me It interprets another life."

The picture in the memory is blurred. Muro only remembers the blood on the wrist spattered on the dirty wall of the toilet, which was shockingly red. The friend sat on the sink, chewing gum leisurely and said to him: "The blood coagulates in the human body. The factor can coagulate blood quickly, unless you cut the arteries, you can't die."

He cursed a series of swear words at that time, the friend smiled lightly, stepped on the blood dripping from him with white sneakers, stared at him condescendingly and said, "Muro, I hate this place as much as you do, but suicide is the worst thing. Use your spirit to escape, you can choose to die here without a name, or you can choose—”

"Become a world-famous pianist, return to your hometown to come to the aging Professor Song, and tell him that you are not a waste, you are a genius."

The coagulation factor stopped the blood in the veins, but this friend stopped the blood in his heart. After Muro became famous, he occasionally dreamed back to those obscure years, and remembered those bright and pure black eyes, like a distant of stars.

The concert hall was over crowded with people, Cheng Xijue clicked on Gu Jian's WeChat and sent him the first WeChat.

[Asleep again? ]

Gu Jian replied in time.

[G: I'll wait for you in the parking lot. ]

Cheng Xijue put away his mobile phone, lifted the heavy curtains of the VIP box, and bumped into Muro who had just escaped from the reporters and came to say hello.

The two looked at each other and smiled. When Muro was proud of his life, his handsome face was full of spirits, "How will my concert be?"

"It can be said that it is an honor to return to my hometown and a glorious curtain call." Cheng Xijue praised slightly.

Muro walked into the box, leaned over the fence, and looked at the empty concert hall, "Long time no see, have a drink, do you want to go?"

Cheng Xijue glanced at his watch, "I can't go, I have an appointment for a candlelight dinner."

"Going on a date? I just heard that you are married, and everyone in the background is discussing your beautiful partner." Muro sighed a few times and said teasingly: "As your only good brother, why don't you bring your sister-in-law? Let me see?"

Cheng Xijue wrote back a WeChat message to Gu Jian, saying to get in the car and wait, he will come out soon, without raising his head, he said: "He is not feeling well, maybe it's because it's too stuffy here, see you next time when you're free. "

Muro raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "You two get along very sweetly, I thought you would never get married in your life, and now you are planning a date."

Cheng Xijue put his mobile phone into his suit pocket and sighed slightly: "I do like him a little bit."

Surprised, Muro asked curiously, "Then does he like you?"

Cheng Xijue said calmly, "Of course I like me."