After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Cheng Xijue pushed open the door, and Gu Jianban snuggled up on the bed, leaning against the soft pillows, with snow-white earphones plugged into his ears, holding his phone in one hand and tapping from time to time.

There was no sound in the ward, he looked focused and serious, the subtle tinkling sound overflowed from the earphones, and he was clearing mines boredly.

Cheng Xijue folded the test report in his hand and sat on the side of the bed. Gu Jian didn't wear shoes and socks, his ankles and ankles were clearly visible, and the veins and veins were dormant on the thin skin. pretty.

Unable to hold back, Cheng Xijue stretched out his hand and pinched it. The swollen and tight flesh could be broken with a blow, and a pinch formed a deep depression.

Gu Jian raised his eyes from the phone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked again, seemingly proudly: "Is this the first time you've met?"Have you ever seen a human leg like this?

Cheng Xijue held his ankle and kneaded it heavily, "Why is it so swollen?"

Gu Jian frowned in pain, resisting the urge to kick him, "Be gentle."

Cheng Xijue and Gu Jian were also ignorant of all matters related to pregnancy care. He rolled up Gu Jian's loose trouser legs, not only his ankles were swollen, but his even and thin calves were round and pink, and he seemed to be a circle fatter than before.

"Are you a fox?" Cheng Xijue hugged her close and kneaded her warm palms carefully, "Won't pregnancy make you ugly? Why do you become more and more attractive?"

Be your mother.

Gu Jian locked the phone screen with a crisp "snap". Cheng Xijue has been exercising for a long time, and his control strength is even and long. It is very comfortable to press and knead. He stretched out his knees and reached into Cheng Xijue's arms, signaling to continue kneading, "Mr. Meat? Why are you so hungry."

Cheng Xijue lowered her hair and smiled, stroking the delicate and moist skin/flesh of her calf, "I am a traditional conservative and do not accept premarital sex."

Gu Jian narrowed his eyes, as if he was seriously recalling, "Mr. Cheng and the divorce mediator didn't say that."

If it was before, Cheng Xijue would have ridiculed each other with him, but now he nodded, lowered his eyes and kneaded his calf seriously, and said in a low voice: "My fault, I can't accept unmarried partners and other people..., I should have asked The doctor gives it to you, not taking advantage of others."

Hearing the belated apology, Gu Jian didn't feel the least bit moved. He leaned back, nestled comfortably in the pillow, and chewed three words loosely: "What else?"

what else?

Cheng Xijue thought for a while, and said seriously, "I shouldn't have tied you up."

Gu Jian was unmoved, and looked at him casually.

Cheng Xijue never forgets the memory of that night, and often reminisces in private, every detail is like a treasure, after thinking for a while, with a meaningful smile in his eyes, he said: "I shouldn't..."

The abdomen was kicked unexpectedly, Cheng Xi felt the pain was severe, Gu Jian showed mercy, and it wasn't the abdomen that was kicked a few inches down.

Gu Jian put on a senseless and immoral look, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I have a cramp."

Despite the pain, Cheng Xijue smiled, bowed down for a few seconds, stood up and straightened his shirt, "Don't be angry, I'll arrange lunch."

He didn't bring Lawyer Song with him when he came to Qiantang. The work at Yu Ning needed someone to handle it. He recruited a clever employee from the Qiantang branch as a temporary assistant. He was waiting outside the hospital. Cheng Xijue sent a message and he was here soon.

Tell him to order a restaurant. Qiantang is not a big place. There are only a dozen or so restaurants that are really high-end. If you order signature dishes and sour dishes, you can try them all in a short time. You will always meet someone who Gu Jian can eat. vegetable.

Assistant Gao took out his notebook and dutifully wrote it down, and was about to leave after saying hello, when Cheng Xijue called out to him, and asked blankly, "Check out the training institutions for pregnant mothers."

"Okay." Assistant Gao wrote, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Who is going to class?"

Cheng Xijue: "Me."

Assistant Gao lowered his head and wrote, "Okay, I understand. I will invite a one-on-one training nurse for pregnant mothers, and send the schedule to Director Song to free up your schedule."

Cheng Xijue nodded calmly.

The first restaurant is French cuisine, and the menu has already been sent out. Gu Jian just sat down, and the waiter pushed the dining car to present the exquisite dishes. The smell of foie gras hit his face. He covered his nose and looked cold. After finishing the table, Cheng Xijue beckoned to Assistant Gao to drive to another restaurant.

Pregnant women should eat more fruits, vegetables and protein. Thai food is hot and sour and spicy, and there are many kinds of tropical fruits. Cheng Xijue slowly peeled a plate of tiger prawns with thin skin and tender meat. Gu Jian tasted two and wiped the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper to express When he was full, Cheng Xijue had seen him eat, knew his appetite very well, and signaled Assistant Gao to call the next restaurant to make an appointment.

Half an hour later, Gu Jian sat in front of the rosewood dining table. There were ancient lanterns on the ceiling of the private room, and the waiters in blue and white porcelain uniforms served delicacies, each plate full of color and taste.

Assistant Gao could tell that if Gu Jian had been losing his appetite and not eating well, even if it was a cannon phoenix cooking a dragon, Mr. Cheng would let him fill his stomach.

Gu Jian squinted at Cheng Xijue, and asked helplessly, "Don't you think it's a waste?"

Cheng Xijue tore open the paper bag and took out the chopsticks and handed it to him, "I told you that the restaurant will pack the food you haven't touched and give it to the homeless. You can choose the food you want, and don't feel guilty about wasting food."

Gu Jian was too lazy to bother, he had to eat as much as he wanted, otherwise he would have been shopping in restaurants all day today.

Seeing him eating slowly with his chopsticks, Cheng Xijue felt relieved, and explained to Assistant Gao in a low voice, staring at Gu Jian to eat more of that dish, figuring out his preferences, writing it down, and knowing what to serve later up.

When the meal was over, Gu Jian lowered his head and sipped the soup. Cheng Xijue concentrated on admiring it, and said softly, "My people found Muro."

Gu Jian didn't raise his head, "Where is it?"

Cheng Xijue folded his fingers on the table, observing his reaction, "He came out of the parking lot of the radio building, drove a Maybach, and followed it to an unfinished building outside the suburbs, where he disappeared from the surveillance range. Murro was found on the top floor, emotionally unstable, and the others are safe and sound."

"That's good." Gu Jian folded the paper and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Xijue deliberately asked casually, "Don't you want to see him?"

Gu Jian looked up at him, "I should go home, if he is okay, he will come to me soon."

Cheng Xijue was upset, why did he find Muro out so early, let him calm down on the top floor for a while, so as not to disturb the world of the two of them.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Gu Jian stood up, picked up the black coat that was draped over the back of the chair, stretched out his arm from the sleeve, and paused for a moment with the fingers pulling the sleeve, "I'll go back to Yu Ning with you. "

The job in the radio building was already gone, and the moment his identity was revealed to be Bane, he had no intention of staying in Qiantang. Money, fame, and countless invitations came as scheduled, and his mental and physical conditions couldn't handle it.

Cheng Xijue leaned back on the chair slowly, feeling better when he fell, and said nonchalantly, "Okay, Gao Zhu and I will help you pack your luggage, and we will go home tonight."

Gu Jian pulled up the zipper, hid his thin chin in his collar, and looked at him with clear and dark eyes, "Let me tell you first, I'm weak, so don't get mad at me."

Cheng Xijue glanced at Assistant Gao who was staring at the ceiling, sat up straight, and asked solemnly, "Is it okay to kiss?"

Gu Jian thought about it, "Let's talk about it later."

As we all know, Gu Jian is poor and poor, and he only brought a dog and a suitcase when he came to Qiantang. He bought daily necessities in order to move in, and threw them in every corner of the house. Just ask him if he will stay or not.

It was exactly as Gu Jian guessed. Not long after returning home, Muro called and asked him in a heavy and guilty tone if he was at home. He wanted to talk to him face to face. Gu Jian hung up the phone and turned his head to look quietly. To Cheng Xijue who was collecting clothes in the living room.

Cheng Xijue understood, his face was gloomy for a moment, and he said coldly: "You want me to avoid suspicion?"

What's so shameful about him?

Gu Jian put his hands in the pockets of the sweater, nodded calmly, "We have important things to talk about, and you can solve your problems later."

In short, he is a scum and scum, so he doesn't care about the entanglement between the two of you. If you want to fight or quarrel, don't put it in front of him. He is too lazy to use his brain to deal with such a complicated relationship.

Cheng Xijue closed the door suddenly, with the tip of his tongue against his palate, he exhaled heavily.

Assistant Gao was sorting things in the room, took out an exquisite packing box from the drawer, and asked, "Mr. Cheng, it says 'For Liszt'. It looks like a bottle of perfume. Do you want to take it back?"

Add oil to the fire.

With a tense face, Cheng Xijue grabbed the perfume packaging bag and pulled out a snow-white and clean greeting card with bright handwriting, just like Muro himself.

Liszt is Murro's spiritual idol and is regarded as the greatest pianist in the world. He once described Bane to Cheng Xijue as beautiful as Liszt's "Dream of Love", an elegant and lazy beautiful tune.

Dedicated to Liszt.

Cheng Xijue gnawed at these five words fiercely in his heart. If the words were alive, they would be dripping with blood from his bite.

In the yard, Gu Jian was carrying a kettle to water the flowers and plants for the last time. The wooden door creaked. He put down the kettle and raised his head. Haggard, still seems to be caught in a chaotic mood, eyes staring blankly in one direction.

His appearance didn't change much, but his energy was completely different, as if some monster was lying on his head eating away at his vitality, swallowing up the high spirits of a talented pianist, and two emotions of despair and helplessness squeezed him in between. break free.

Until he heard a call that seemed to come from beyond the sky, the familiar voice split the chaotic world like lightning, Muro suddenly came back to his senses, trembling as if he had just woken up from a dream, and murmured: "Gu Jian."

Gu Jian said "hmm" and asked him calmly, "What do you want to drink? I only have milk and water at home."

Muro shook his head, tightly pursed his pale lips, "I saw Professor Song."

Gu Jian was not surprised that he could make Muro disappear into the radio station building in spite of everything. Except for Song Liang, no one else had the ability to do so. He leaned back on the edge of the table, half folded his arms and said softly, "I know what you've been through. What, it doesn't matter, you defeated him."

Muro's spirit lifted, everything that happened last night was unimaginable, as if he was experiencing a strange nightmare.

The first time he saw Song Liang, he was amazed that he had the courage to come to the door in person. Although the memories of the past made him still afraid of the feeling of despair Song Liang brought to him, it is different now. Now he is a famous pianist, confident Calm and mature, he will no longer be deceived by Song Liang's fallacies.

Song Liang was pretty much the same as he remembered, a gentle and refined gentleman, no matter how bad his attitude was, or his insulting words were fierce and harsh, Song Liang looked at him with a smile like a kind father who tolerated everything.

After he finished venting his emotions, Song Liang took out a thick booklet from the car, which contained tickets from Muro's first performance on stage to the curtain call, as well as his silhouette in the newspaper. Hundreds of reporters' group photos were neatly arranged according to time, and Muro's parents may not be able to do this.

Muro flipped through the brochure, paled in astonishment.

It turns out that Song Liang has been paying attention to him silently for so many years, not only that, he missed the trophy when he was studying at the Conservatory of Music, the person who wrote to encourage him to persevere is also Song Liang, he is unknown in the orchestra, and his family is cold , it was Song Liang who ordered the flower basket for him.

Song Liang didn't blame him for his resentment, and invited Muro to go with him to a place. Muro agreed with complicated emotions, and they climbed up the unfinished building in the suburbs, overlooking the entire brightly lit city.

Human emotions are so complicated. The teacher Muro once appreciated and loved has become the object of his fear and hatred, and now he has turned back to Professor Song who was both a teacher and a friend.

Song Liang showed him the successful works of genius education, including Muro, only after being completely broken, the reorganized personality is indestructible. Muro's achievements today come from that painful experience.

Because hatred is the strongest driving force, stronger than love, it is hatred that supports Muro all the way, it is hatred that gives him a different style of piano music, and it is hatred that makes him what he is today.

In other words, it was Song Liang who made Muro what he is today.

Because of the thick booklet, Muro was completely convinced by him, and he awkwardly thanked Song Liang for his education. The teachers and students who had been separated for many years smiled at each other, and their grievances and hatred were wiped out.

They chatted for a long time, and life, ideals, future, and Song Liang once again became the guiding lights of his life. Before parting, Song Liang asked him: "Do you want to go down in history and become the greatest pianist in the world?"

Of course Muro wanted to.

Song Liang looked at the tall building in the abyss, and kindly pointed out a way for him. People will grow old when they live, lose their spiritual energy, and dying is inevitable. No matter how great an artist is, they cannot escape the curse of forgetting. Only death, death in the youngest and most prosperous period, is like a fleeting beauty, will it be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

He described it very attractively. After tonight, everyone will always remember Muro's name. He will be the greatest pianist in the world, and no one can replace him.

After experiencing continuous brainwashing, Muro's heart was moved, and Song Liang left him alone on the roof, letting him choose whether to become a fleeting meteor or an eternal sun.

The moment Muro stepped onto the precarious railing and closed his eyes, he suddenly thought of Gu Jian, those cold and clear black eyes, which had discouraged him from living a good life many years ago.

This situation is exactly the same as it was back then.

As if a pot of cold water poured down from the head, Muro woke up instantly. He couldn't believe that he would fall into the trap carefully created by Song Liang again, so he believed in it and wanted to die to become famous.

The fear of being unable to control his spirit overwhelmed him, and he didn't feel down-to-earth until he saw Gu Jian again. He was not crazy, and Gu Jian could understand what happened to him.

Muro's heart was surging, and he hugged Gu Jian's thin shoulders tightly, as if a drowning man grasped the straw to survive, "Gu Jian."

Gu Jian patted his trembling back to comfort him, his neck was damp, he pushed Muro's head, and said with a relaxed smile, "Tears are fine, but don't wipe your snot on me."

Muro choked up a few times in embarrassment, "Thank you for helping me save the scene."

"Don't just thank me." Gu Jiantian said with a serious face, "Give me half of the appearance fee. I'm short of money recently."

"I'll give you everything, I have money."

The moment the voice fell, there was a crisp "bang—" in the room separated by a wall, the sound of glass shattering was clear, and an overwhelming light fragrance overflowed.

Muro tilted his head and looked suspiciously at the closed room.

Gu Jian pushed his embrace away calmly, smiled slightly and said: "It's a good thing to do."