Song of Qingqiu

After Mo Yuan finished singing, he walked straight off the stage and walked in front of his father.Father was holding a glass of red wine, his hands trembling inadvertently.

Mo Yuan didn't dare to sit next to his father, but sat opposite him.Bai Qian moved the place for him.He couldn't explain clearly, as if sitting next to Bai Qian could gain some kind of power from her.

For a moment, he felt that the father on the opposite side was much older.The last time I met my father was a few years ago. I packed my luggage and was about to go to another place to perform, but my father suddenly came.Then without saying a few words, the battle between father and son broke out again.He couldn't remember the specific content of the quarrel, but it was because he sang rock and roll.But that day his father seemed to have given in, and no longer forced him to go back to London to study economics, but as long as he gave up rock and roll.It's just that the performance was there, Kunlunxu was there, and the performance contract he had finally obtained all prevented him from compromising with his father.

This time, it was the father who slammed the door and left.That night, he suffered from insomnia.I don't know if it was because of sleep or the rush of the journey, he almost lost his voice.After that, he seemed to lose the courage to face his father.

What makes him strange is that during his two years of illness, his father never came to see him, or even called him.He felt that his father should be very proud. He finally couldn't sing rock and roll, and considering the situation at the time, the best destination was to return to London to finish his studies.Unfortunately, he doesn't want to.

So what makes him strange is that his persistent comeback caused his father to come to him, see him, and listen to his songs.Most importantly, he didn't even scold him.Between him and his father, they could actually get along so peacefully, and even miraculously resolved their previous grievances.

"You are Miss Bai, right?" Father said.

"En." Bai Qian seemed to be infected by Mo Yuan, and became nervous, twisted her body uncomfortably on the chair, and then answered.

"Mo Yuan, you should thank Miss Bai very much." Father pointed to Bai Qian and said.

Mo Yuan was stunned.

"It was she who wrote me emails, one after another." My father squinted and smiled, and the smile was actually very kind.

"I just want you to know about your son's music, his ideals and his changes." Bai Qian said.

Yes.Everything that happened now made Bai Qian feel very relieved.At the beginning, I insisted on asking Zheyan for his father's email address, and every time I recorded a song and released a demo, I sent an email to Mo Yuan's father with Mo Yuan's song attached, although I never got any feedback. reply.

"It's you?!" Mo Yuan's eyes widened.This time it was indeed his turn to be surprised, and apart from being surprised, there was a sense of warmth rippling in his heart.

"That's not it," Zheyan said with a smile on the side, "She's better than me. I can't even make you and dad reconcile." Zheyan said, sighing deeply.

"You were the first person to convince me. It's not easy." My father said again, "Mo Yuan, she is right, you have really changed. The heart is different, and the music is also different. It is much more gentle, and has a lot of concern for the society, and it is no longer just unreasonable anger like before, which is almost hypocritical."

Finally, the father's words were no longer reproaches, but more of a joke and pampering.However, Mo Yuan didn't care about these things, he just looked at Bai Qian in surprise, but was at a loss for words for a moment, he just said repeatedly: "You, it's you..."

Bai Qian patted the back of his hand lightly: "I'm actually very nervous, too, worried that things will go wrong." After saying this, she looked at her future father-in-law again, and said, "But I think someone like you An expert must have a particularly large belly."

Mo Yuan's father smiled slightly as he twisted the wine glass in his hand.

Mo Yuan just felt a little dazed.Bai Qian was sitting next to her at this time, and her previous nervousness had long since disappeared.And father and Zheyan sat opposite them, they were friendly and peaceful with each other, just like a family.If it were yesterday, this is still an extravagant wish that he dare not even think about.

At this time, the music in the bar started again and was replaced by a dance song.Mo Yuan pulled Bai Qian up.

"Go, go." The father still smiled.

He and she stepped onto the dance floor.He took her hand.He remembered that he was also dancing with her here that day, and at that time she danced so gracefully that he was fascinated.It's a pity that there was still a dance that hadn't been finished or started that day, but today, they were finally able to finish this dance.

He twirled her around the dance floor.The lights in the bar are dim, but the temperature is not low.But the temperature in their hearts was even higher.Mo Yuan slowly turned his head to the side, covering Bai Qian's cold lips.The moment the two lips touched, something like lightning was entangled in the two hearts.

They hugged and danced on the dance floor like this, with the body of clothes separated from each other, and the heat rushed up.Mo Yuan's lips eagerly shifted the direction of the attack, extending downward from the lips, towards the neck with a beautiful curve, then to the base of the ears, and then to the nape of the neck, like drizzle, there is no escape.

Bai Qian snuggled into his arms, moaning softly like a kitten.When he opened his eyes slightly, there were misty and ignorant water waves rippling in the bottom of his eyes, intoxicated and seductive.

An urge to commit a crime suddenly rose in Mo Yuan's heart.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," he whispered in her ear.The softness of her hair fluttered around her lips.

"Well."

"Let's go to your house tonight." He said boldly.

"Okay." She replied in a low voice.