Until a familiar soft female voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Millet porridge?

It's Zhou Anqian.

Wen Soft lowered his eyes and came back to his senses, and bowed his head: "Of course you can." ”

The maid brought a bowl of millet porridge on the table, Zhou Anqian shook the spoon, didn't take a bite, but looked soft as if he didn't seem to have it, and suddenly sighed lightly: "My first love also has a bad stomach, and I used to boil porridge for him to drink." ”

Wen Rou was a little surprised about the topic she raised, but she still said politely: "Miss Zhou has a heart." ”

Zhou An's eyes were cold, but his tone was as soft as water: "It's a pity that we broke up later, he graduated and returned to China, while I stayed at Stanford to continue my studies." After speaking, she smiled brightly and pretended to be careless: "I heard that he is already married and has children." ”

Thinking of the smell of perfume on Fu Tingxiao's suit yesterday, and then hearing Zhou Anqian's deep love for his first love at this moment, Wen Rou felt very weird, paused uncomfortably, and thoughtfully replied: "You will also be happy." ”

Zhou Anqian clenched the spoon, his eyes became colder, and he was just about to speak, when the royal blue mobile phone on the table suddenly buzzed and vibrate.

Wen Soft was stunned for a moment, fumbled and picked up the mobile phone and put it to his ear, pressed it to answer: "Hello." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a young woman's voice seemed to complain and seemed to be happy: "As soon as I heard it, I knew it was you, Wen Rou, do you remember me?"

The woman's voice has a unique hoarseness, but it is soft and clear, and it is highly recognizable.

Wen Rou almost immediately recalled a name in her memory, clenched her phone and hesitated, "Ah Feng, is that you?"

The woman smiled lowly, and then became a little happier: "I haven't seen you for five years, but you have grown a lot." ”

The woman on the other end of the phone slowly said softly: "Wen Rou, I'm coming back this time for a world tour." Time is running out, I want to see you, can you come?"

Wen Soft was silent, his fingertips were almost white, and he hesitated for a moment: "Where are you?"

After learning the address, Wen Soft was in a trance for a while, and came back to his senses from the surprise, thinking that he could no longer see, and it was inconvenient to go out, if he brought the child again......

The thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his throat rolled, and he thought softly, or he would forget it this time.

"What's the matter?, is there something wrong with Mrs. Fu?" Zhou Anqian smiled, "Mrs. Fu can go and get busy if she has something, I will take care of it here, little young master." ”

"Yes, madam, you haven't left home for a day since the little master was born, and now that Miss Zhou has finally helped you, it's time to relax and relax, I think the little master still likes Miss Zhou." The maid Sister-in-law Wu was also beside her to help, "Besides, madam, I am watching the little young master here, you can rest assured that I will do something." ”

Wen Ruan's originally firm heart hesitated for a while, it wasn't Zhou Anqian, it was just that Sister-in-law Wu was doing things, she was still relieved.

Wen Rou paused slightly: "Is it really possible?"

After getting repeated assurances from Sister-in-law Wu, Wen Ruan walked out of the Fu family's villa with a cane.

Behind her, Zhou Anqian looked at her back thoughtfully, and only the corners of her lips went up.

The sun was not high, and the morning air was tinged with a chill.

It was not the first time that Wen Ruan had gone out alone, and she skillfully asked the Fu family driver to take her to the largest stadium in the city.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped, and gently leaned on the cane to get down. Before I touched the gate, a woman's excited voice quickly came from my ears: "Wen Soft, I'm here!"

The body was instantly embraced by an embrace, and the faint smell of perfume poured into the tip of the nose, which was Bai Feng's favorite one.

Wen Rou couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic, and let her take her hand and lead her into the small performance stage in the stadium.

"Soft, this is where we're going to perform. Bai Feng smiled.

Wen Rou knows that she is the well-known band Poiso

's guitarist, in the eyes of fans, she is the face of the band. Poison is the highest praise the industry has given them this band.

"Congratulations. Soft and warm smiled.

Bai Feng's smile widened, and he blinked his eyes and hooked her shoulder: "Wen Rou, I'm so glad to see you today." ”

disappeared for five years without contact, Wen Soft knew that he was at a loss, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still said softly: "I am already married and have children." ”

Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, then sighed regretfully, and said in a low voice: "That's really a pity......

"Nothing to be sorry about. Softly, his tone was calm.

Bai Feng's delicate face showed hesitation and hesitation: "Have you really forgotten your dreams?"

Hearing this, his soft and godless eyes eclipsed.

In the past, she was admitted to the Manhattan School of Music at the age of fifteen, but her mother was reluctant to do so, so she decided to finish college in China step by step and then go to further study.

Bai Feng is her college classmate, and the two of them agreed to go to Manhattan to continue to be classmates, and then form a band, release albums, and tour, dreaming of letting people all over the world hear her music.

But now she is talking about what dreams.

Seeing that she was silent, Bai Feng bit her lip and brought her to the stage. Sitting on a stool in front of a piano, she led her fingers to stroke the black and white keys.

An abrupt tone came out, and the soft fingers froze, subconsciously wanting to retract. But Bai Feng's attitude was very tough, and he still took her to knock on the keys one by one.

The familiar melody made the soft resistance weak, and she moved her lips and closed her eyes to feel the charm of the music. It seemed to blend into it in an instant, and when Bai Feng let go, she was still playing to herself, and her lips were unconsciously curled.

Not far away at this time, Yu Changfeng was facing the stage, sitting beside him Fu Tingxiao, who bowed his head and signed documents, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Yu Changfeng subconsciously looked over, and then was slightly stunned: "Fu Shao, that seems to be his wife?"

Fu Tingxiao looked in the direction of Yu Changfeng's look, and in the corner of the stage, there were a few people standing sparsely, and the slender figure was sitting in front of the electronic piano, and the light and vivid rhythm overflowed from under her fingers.

Gentle and soft would come to such a place.

Fu Tingxiao's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he stood up and walked towards the corner of the stage.

In the distance, he walked very slowly, and his nimble fingers rose and fell rhythmically, as if he had seen the soft and musical hall with the gentle and soft sound of the piano, colorful and bizarre.

But then, his steps stopped, such a family, such an insatiable father, what kind of decent musical talent can be cultivated, not to mention a ......

His ink-like eyes sank, and just as the song ended, thunderous applause exploded in his ears.

The gentle body stiffened instantly, she knew that there were a lot of people here, but she didn't expect that other people's attention would be on her.

Can't be here!

She seemed to be like a mouse that could not see the light, and the countless burning eyes around her made her nowhere to hide.

"Wen Rou, where are you going?"

In Bai Feng's words, Wen Soft stood up and was about to leave, but unexpectedly tripped on the piano stool, staggered forward several steps, and fell.

"Miss, are you alright?"

A warm voice sounded in my ears, and the soft tip of my nose instantly lingered with a faint fruity fragrance.

The man's powerful big hand was on the soft waist, obviously supporting, but it seemed to be a gesture of embracing him.

Wen Rou's nerves were tense, and he was busy breaking free of his embrace, standing up straight, his head lowered, his long hair hanging down to block his cheeks, and his voice was soft, "Thank you." ”

"Miss, may I take the liberty of asking......"