Mo Nanjue nodded, he turned around, Mo Beiyan's palm fell on his shoulder, and he was silent before he spoke, "Can you do it?"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth hooked into a smile, "Can I not do it?"

"Cut. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Mo Beiyan nudged on his shoulder, "Be careful, don't brace your body if you can't do it." ”

"Long-winded. ”

"Get out!"

Mo Nanjue returned to the car, Tong Ran was eating breakfast, and she had a large plate at hand, she could solve three-quarters of it, "Aren't you hungry?"

The man had no appetite at all, "Eat slowly." ”

"Where are we going?" Tong Ran looked up, then smiled, "I forgot, can't I ask?"

Monanjue reached out to wipe the sauce from her mouth, "We're all dreaming. ”

"But I just pinched myself," Tong Ran raised the back of his right hand, "it hurts, which means that I am not dreaming." ”

"It will hurt in my dreams, too," Monan Jue patted her head, "don't talk nonsense, eat yours." ”

“……”

Is this a strong argument?

Tong Ran buried his head in eating, Mo Nanjue's body leaned back slightly, staring at her side face for a moment, her complexion was not ruddy, and her body did not see much fatter, but it was much better than before.

He closed his eyes, and he didn't feel tired at all.

The sedan drove all the way forward and stopped in front of a store.

The waiter came and opened the door.

After Mo Nanjue got out of the car, Tong Ran half hugged and half hugged the car, she looked around, the environment here is very good, there are not many people, the waiter smiled and led the two of them in, "Please inside." ”

After Tong Ran went in, he found out that this was a home music bar.

Monan Jue led her to the best position on the second floor, where there were all kinds of musical instruments, and Tong Ran turned his gaze in a circle, and finally landed on the piano in the corner.

Her eyes were stinging, and she hurriedly turned away.

That was her dream...... It was also a dream she gave up for him.

Suddenly, the lights around suddenly went out—

Tong Ran only felt that his side was empty, Mo Nanjue had already stood up and walked over, he sat down on the piano bench, the fine orange warm lamp sprinkled on the top of his head, the whole person seemed to be wrapped, the man's back was straight, pouring out inexplicable sadness.

The music bar was instantly quiet, Mo Nanjue's slender and good-looking ten fingers were placed on the keys, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the music on his fingertips seemed to be a tune that plucked the heartstrings, which made people ****.

He played a Chopin nocturne.

Tong Ran leaned back against the soft cushion, holding a cup of warm milk tea in her hand, she stared at his delicate side face, her eyes slightly reddened.

Chopin's Nocturne...... Honoring the dead love?

Is their love dead?

Isn't it useless to water and fertilize again?

The baby in the belly seems to have felt the atmosphere at this time, moving vigorously back and forth, Tong Ran reached out and stroked it gently, she has had countless fetal movements in the past few months, but none of them are as intense as today.

She lowered her head slightly, and her voice was extremely soft, regardless of the child's arrival