[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Viola raised her hand in a panic to wipe away the tears she had left unconsciously.

Under the gentle gaze of the man, she felt a little hot at the base of her ears.

"Cough, can I have a try?" She turned away from looking into his eyes, as if a little embarrassed.

"Of course." Hotch replied with raised eyebrows.

Viola stood up and walked over, picked up the cello leaning on the chair, and sat on the chair by herself.

She played a few notes with her hands first, adjusted it a little, and let out a light breath.

A familiar and lingering voice sounded in the living room, and she became in a good mood, which could be revealed from the piece she was playing now.

The waltz in [-] beats is brisk and lively, as if there are jumping notes flowing in the air.

Hotch looked at the smile on the corner of her mouth, and his brows stretched a little more.

It seems that his decision was not wrong.

At the end of the song, Viola looked a little embarrassed.

"It's been a long time since I practiced, and I felt a little unstable in a few places just now." She was not very satisfied with her performance, but her heart felt as relaxed as if the shackles had been removed.

Her hand gently brushed the smooth body of the piano, and she smiled softly.

She still likes it, and she doesn't want to give up at all.

"It's a pity that I don't understand these things." Hotch is really regretting this matter, he thinks that maybe he should learn about classical music.

"It's fine if you're willing to listen." Viola blinked, she wouldn't ask her boyfriend to understand this.

The characteristics of lovers who attract each other are actually more about their personality, being able to understand each other and tolerate everything about each other.

Hotch smiled slightly, and suddenly remembered something.

"Actually..." As he spoke, he walked to the hanger and took out two tickets from his suit pocket.

"and this."

He walked over and showed Viola the note in his hand.

Viola circled the cello with one hand, and took the ticket with the other.

"This is... Lynn Harrell's recital!?"

Hotch witnessed the change of expression of the person in front of her from stunned to ecstatic, and now there is only surprise on her face.

"My gosh, where did you get that?" She tugged at Hotch's sleeve, feeling a little emotional.

Of course she knew that Lynn Harrell was going to give a recital in the capital, but she knew it a bit late, because when the news was announced, she was very busy with the case.

By the time she found out about it, it had been a long time since the ticketing date, and the tickets had already been sold out.

Although it is not difficult for Viola to really want the tickets, if he calls Bill, he can always find an internal relationship to get the tickets, but during this time Bill is also preparing for his own recital, and Viola doesn't want to bother him.

"Given it to me by Mrs. Powell," Hotch said, surprised by her excitement, "do you like the cellist?"

"Yes!" She answered very quickly, her eyes were bright.

Naturally, there was a burst of popular science from Viola, so Hotch had to listen obediently.

After talking for a while, Viola finally stopped, and she saw Hotch's smiling eyes.

"Cough," she coughed lightly in order to cover up her gaffe, "but in fact, if it was a few years ago, I would have rejected your invitation."

"Why?" Hotch didn't intend to reveal that she changed the subject to save her image, but just followed her and asked with a smile.

Viola followed the trend with peace of mind and told Hotch what happened in the past.

The more she talked, the more she felt a lot of sighs in her heart. Obviously that cowardly self seemed to exist yesterday, but in fact it was a few years ago.

She is slowly getting rid of the shadow and trauma left by that incident, and she doesn't know whether it is a bad thing or a good thing.

However, there is only one thing, and her obsession with it has never diminished.

Seeing her talking and falling into his own thoughts again, Hotch sighed softly in his heart, reached out and rubbed the top of her head.

"...!" Viola reacted immediately, raised her hand to grab the man's hand, and said, seemingly complaining, "I'm not a child anymore." But her tone was unusually gentle.

He chuckled, grabbed her hand with his backhand, pulled it over and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand.

"I know."

She coughed lightly, and suddenly thought of a crucial question: "However, I don't know if there is any case yet."

The two excellent agents of the BAU looked at each other and couldn't help but smile helplessly at the same time.

*****

Obviously, the luck of the two agents is still good.

They did have a tough case before the recital, but it was resolved before the recital.

The parents took the children to the amusement park, and the mother just turned around, and when she looked back, her daughter had disappeared.

At first, detectives viewed the case as a single child abduction.

One mother, however, changed their minds.

The mother's son was taken away 8 years ago, and every time a child of a similar age disappeared, she would go to the police, saying that the kidnapper also took her son.

Although everyone sympathized with her, they didn't take her words to heart. It wasn't because they were passive and sabotage, but because the mother was too obsessed with her, and her words were hard to believe.

However, in the end it turned out they were wrong.

This time, the mother was right.

What they are investigating is a child abduction case that has lasted for more than ten years.

Unsub is a couple. In the end, one of them hanged himself in fear of crime, and the other was abducted by the children who resisted being shot.

Over the past ten years, so many families have been destroyed by them, and this ending is well deserved.

After solving the case, as long as ** doesn't call them again, this weekend will be considered free.

The recital started at [-]:[-] p.m. and lasted three hours until [-]:[-] p.m.

Viola found Hotch's men's dresses that were almost at the bottom of the box. She wouldn't let him just pass by in his usual suit for such a formal occasion.

After all, this men's dress was worn by Hotch at a celebration party a long time ago, before the two of them knew each other at all.

Fortunately, the dress is a classic style, so there is no possibility of it being outdated.

Viola, on the other hand, wore a black sleeveless dress with a tight and long style, which highlighted her exquisite lines.

She brought a complete set of ruby ​​jewellery, including a string of delicate clavicle chains and a pair of simple earrings, which matched the dress very well, and the combination of red and black was always good.

Usually it was either a ponytail or loose hair, but this time she also seriously braided it into a simple hairstyle, with the hair accessories hidden between the black hair, faintly visible.

It can be seen that she really attaches great importance to this recital.

After all, it was winter now, and it was impossible for the two of them to go out like this, so they put on thick windbreakers outside, and Viola also brought a white scarf.

Arriving at the place half an hour earlier, Viola no longer needs to linger at the door for a long time as before.

The two of them checked the tickets and entered the concert hall. This is a medium-sized hall, not too big or small, and the number of people it can accommodate is extremely limited, which also shows how rare the tickets are this time.

The seat Amelia gave them was near the front. Although it wasn't an excellent position like the first and second rows, they could still clearly see the performers on the stage.

After entering the venue, Viola went into a state of silence, put on an unusually serious expression and waited for the performance.

Hotch really doesn't understand this, but he knows he just needs to shut up and listen.

When it was time for the performance, all the lights in the concert hall were suddenly dimmed.

Originally, there was a slight chatter, but when the lights were turned off, the hall fell into absolute silence for an instant.

The curtain on the stage slowly opened, the spotlight fell on the center, and the accompaniment of the piano sounded quietly.

The old man on the stage had gray hair. He casually put on his glasses, with a music stand in front of him, and a piano bow lightly held in his hand. He looked serious but showed a sense of planning.

The bow slowly fell on the strings, and the next second the calm and melodious sound of the piano filled the entire concert hall.

The piano accompaniment was originally thin, but when the cello sound entered it, a wonderful chemistry was created.

The two voices blend together perfectly, and the brightness of the piano accentuates the longness of the cello.

The three-hour recital is really torture for a layman like Hotch.

Fortunately, he is a calm person after all, so he won't be irritable or fall asleep.

On the other hand, Viola was obviously in a good state all the time. The seriousness in her expression was basically the same as the seriousness in handling the case, and there was a bit of admiration and yearning in her eyes.

Hotch, who occasionally sneaks a glance at the people around her, finds that she has a real love for these things.

Hotch suddenly realized one thing, Viola belonged here, not BAU who faced the darkest and bloodiest side of the world.

*****

The recital ended perfectly, and Viola was still immersed in the performance when she left the concert hall.

"The second bar of ... is played so well, the vibrato is natural and perfect ..."

She said it almost excitedly.

Hotch was completely in the dark about this, and there were so many professional words that he almost thought he was sitting next to a female version of Reid.

However, he will not interrupt his girlfriend, after all, she is rarely like this.

Viola finally stopped when she got home.

She looked at the smiling boyfriend and felt a little sorry.

"Sorry, I said a lot that you don't understand." She looked apologetic.

"That's okay," Hotch shook his head, he didn't mind, "It's what you like."

Viola smiled shyly rarely.

Hotch looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "...Have you thought about going back?"

She looked at him somewhat unclearly.

"I mean, become a cellist," he said softly.

The expression on Viola's face paused, and her smile faded a little.

When she was in the concert hall, looking at the expressions of the people on the stage, apart from longing and respect, she also revealed a strong desire.

Hotch wasn't blind, he could tell.

"...Yes," Viola lowered her eyes, "I have thought about it."

"I want to show my art on stage," she said with certainty, without hesitation, "but not now."

It can never be now.

Hotch knew what she meant, and felt a tingle in his heart.

"We're going to catch that guy." Whether it's personal or professional, he will never let a serial killer go unpunished.

"I know."

She smiled at the man, with a little bitterness in her eyes, but more firmness.

The author has something to say: there is still a chapter of daily life, and then we will enter the last case.

Characters in this chapter

Lynn Harrell world famous cellist, conductor (real existence)

Thank you Yuma little angel for the two mines, love you (bixin)