Early summer suddenly felt like she was hiding in a big cotton ball, and they wrapped her softly in it, warm and safe, she wouldn't have thought that it was Ou Jinyu who thoughtfully bathed her, and was gently wiping her body with a large and soft bath towel at the moment.

The man quietly watched the little woman curled up there with a smile on her face, she was like a pure baby, showing the simplest and even a little childish smile, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was very happy, this happiness had nothing to do with any man's desire and greed, he didn't want to absorb anything from her body, and he didn't need to deliberately control her, just staring at it quietly, he felt that his whole heart was full.

He picked her up peacefully, the woman instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, like a child afraid of being discarded by adults, her face was tightly pressed against his chest, exuding her unique peach-like aroma, sweet, faint, just like her person, it seems to be light and light, but after getting along for a long time, it makes people can't bear to let go easily.

He suddenly sighed and put her on the bed, such a woman really gave him a headache, and the skills that he used to be familiar with in women did not work in her.

She was not them, she had no greedy desires, no cunning scheming, but the more she did, the more terrible she felt, and the more she had no desires.

When money cannot be used as a medium of communication between him and women, then they can only trade with another thing, which has a delicate but frightening name, which is called affection.

He thought that if that was the case, all he could give her was himself, who he was, and he suddenly trembled for no reason, and he was really afraid of this thought.

He fled from the room where the woman had slept, went downstairs in a daze, and unconsciously came to the piano in the corner of the living room, but something he had not touched for a long time was gently opened by him, and he stood there, his fingers falling down at will, and the tinkling music tempted him to sit down like a jumping elf, tempting him to slowly pour out his thoughts into this boundless world of music.

He slowly raised his hand, and when Liszt's "Bell" began, the simple notes that spanned the octave flowed from his fingertips like water, and he was like a fascination, releasing his years of grudges with the piano, the winding and undulating lines were his most direct salvation at the moment, as if he was in it, he didn't have to come out to face any troubles, he was just him, he just lived in his own fortress, no one could hurt him, and he would never hurt anyone again.

It's a pity, no matter how perfect the repertoire, no matter how delicate the melody, it is a pity that it can't end in one song, and he stopped in pain and shook his wrist helplessly.

He sat alone in front of the piano for a long time before he played again, but this time he evaded and chose the extremely simple "Dream Wedding", his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be drunk, slightly drunk, as if all the secrets in his heart could only be secretly hidden, he was afraid that people would know, but he was more afraid of facing it himself.

In the past years, he lived in a state of confusion, and everything that was sealed in his heart was a taboo, and since he buried it there, he would never allow anyone to approach or touch it, not even himself. But he knew that day would come sooner or later, and when everything was unstoppably opened, he would be even more miserable, but now he could only escape.

Early Summer has been asleep, and the man has been playing, so that the familiar melody is always repeated in the dream of Early Summer, she smiles, obsessed with her dream, there is a man in a white dress, she laughs like a nymphomaniac, this is called Prince Charming.

She vaguely saw him sitting in front of the piano, beams of magnesium lights shining directly on his slender fingers, and every time he touched the keys, it was a beautiful picture, and it was enough to freeze in the soft heart of early summer without any embellishment.

She couldn't see the man's eyebrows clearly, she just felt that he was familiar as if he had left countless traces a long time ago, he must have lived by her side vividly, but, at this moment, she forgot about him for the time being, she told herself, it was only temporary.

I woke up smiling, everything was silent in the dark, stretching and thinking, I have slept for so long, and the sound of the piano in my ears is still there, isn't that a dream?

She got up in a trance, only to find that she had no wisps of her, and she grabbed a bathrobe from the bathroom in a daze, and she ran down barefoot.

It was pitch black downstairs, and through the starlight, only the unclear outline of the man could be faintly seen, and his whole person was shrouded in loneliness, his fingers sliding on the keys, and the music sliding on his heart.

Standing in the corner in a daze, looking at the early summer stupidly, the man didn't seem to notice her, and still played as usual.

In the dark night, a meteor suddenly slipped in the sky, leaving a long, but extremely brilliant tail alone, and she couldn't help but kneel down and whisper her wishes.

He then found her hiding in the corner, he waved at her, she came quietly, snuggled up to him quietly, and quietly listened to him ask, "Make a wish?"

"Hmm. She replied obediently.

He didn't ask her about her wish, but said with a little sadness: "I heard a saying before, the meteor is unfortunate, its love is in the sky, but from the moment it falls, it is destined to never have the love it seeks." ”

Chu Xia listened to what he said sadly, and suddenly grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, as if she wanted to use him to replace her dependence on her father when she was a child, she deliberately opened the topic and asked, "You can actually play the piano?

"You don't know a lot, how much do you know about me? Do you know what kind of person I am? Do you know if I'm a good person or a bad person? You don't know anything••••••"

I really want to say in early summer, I only know that I love you so much, Ou Jinyu.

She turned her body slightly, but the belt of the bathrobe opened without any scruples, and her jade body was displayed in front of the man's eyes without any scruples, and she seemed to feel his hot gaze resting on her, and she heard him smile seductively again, "What, are you here to seduce me?"

She hurriedly stepped back, but sat down on the keys of White Steinway, the piano made an innocent sound, but the man slowly approached her, and his voice once again came with a bewitching taste: "The range of your hips is the G of the small word group to the B of the small word group." ”

In the early summer, he was shy and said in surprise: "You······ You still know music theory?"

The man laughed, "Why can't I understand?"

Chu Xia was faintly jealous in his heart, too, he knew that this was probably because of that woman, Ling Xuan, a name that she didn't want to remember.

She was silent, but the man's breathing became more and more rapid, his hand floating on her was urgent and enthusiastic, and she was pushed down by him on the keyboard of the piano, and below her were the black and white keys, which made a loud noise under the constant impact of the man and woman, like a shocking and brilliant movement.

She whispered, but did not forget to ask him with difficulty: "It's me······ Hmm······ Hmm······ Or is it better to be yesterday's woman?"

He was stunned for a moment, but said with a gasp, "Hello." ”

The woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly in the depths, she didn't know if this answer was in line with her heart, she slowly closed her eyes, but ignored that the man's gentle eyes were falling on her at this time.

He didn't know why he lied, in fact, he really wanted to tell her that there were no women, and he didn't do anything yesterday, but unfortunately, this changed the moment he said it, he smiled bitterly, maybe this is his instinct for self-preservation, perhaps, love is also a battle, and it requires a battle of wits and courage.