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Qin Yuwei has been staying in London since she was a child, learning piano with a famous teacher, accompanied by her biological mother Gu Nianbai.

When she was seventeen years old, Luo Zhandong passed by on a business trip, and under the guise of Qin Tao, he was busy coming to see her, and he also brought a CD with a strong sense of time.

Qin Yuwei picked it up, carefully distinguishing the Greek letters on the cover, and his smile slowly enlarged on his face.

"This is a master-level collectible, Dad is really amazing, he can actually get this kind of antique!"

Qin Yuwei immediately opened it and put the CD into the gramophone with the same sense of age, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and she was fascinated by it.

Luo Zhandong stood there, the sunlight pouring in, stretching the tall figure on the floor slender, as if blending with the setting sun.

He knew she liked it, and he didn't care if he told her that he had gone to the antique market to find it.

As long as she is happy, Professor Qin doesn't like him to have too much contact with his daughter anyway.

In those years, the fastest thing he learned was to read words and colors.

There is no natural king in this world, he seized a glimmer of opportunity, and he had to hold it harder than others, not to mention, he was not for himself.

Luo Zhandong raised his hand and looked at his watch, saying that he was going to have a meeting.

Qin Yuwei knew that he wouldn't stay long, she licked her lips, and finally overcame her shyness to keep him: "Brother, how about you listen to the tunes I practiced, okay?"

"I don't understand. Luo Zhandong consistently refused.

Qin Yu glared at him fiercely: "You can improve your artistic accomplishment, and you can find a more elegant girlfriend in the future!"

Luo Zhandong chuckled lightly and perfunctory her: "Okay."

He wouldn't let her know, and he also fell asleep listening to the music of the classical piano masters every night, just to be able to understand her heart that melted at her fingertips.

When he finished playing, he applauded softly.

"Does it sound good?" Qin Yu asked with a little expectation.

He nodded.

Qin Yu pursed his lips slightly: "Anyway, you can't understand." ”

Luo Zhandong smiled helplessly and said that he wanted to leave.

"Let's go, let's go, you're all busy, I'm an idler. Qin Yu waved his hand slightly and said impatiently.

Luo Zhandong didn't speak again, turned around and left.

Qin Yu was so angry that he stomped his feet, and sighed that Ouyang Jing was right, men are all big pigs' trotters.

She sat down at the piano in frustration, pinched her fingers, and said to herself, "I'm eighteen years old." But you can't even understand Mozart, what can I do with your girlfriend then?!"

She pursed her lips and was secretly angry, but after all, she was only angry with herself, and she was stumped by this big problem.

At some point, she found herself worried about a man, excited to hear his news, and sad not to get a response from him.

One of his micro-expressions, a sentence of unintentional words, was enough for her to ponder for a long time, and to derive countless meanings.

Ouyang Jing told her that this is called secret love, unrequited love.

For him, she secretly ran to tell Huo Jinchen that the marriage contract designated by her young parents was not counted, and they should go separately to fight for free love.

Huo Jinchen, who has always been paralyzed, actually smiled: "Okay, a word is a certainty." ”

Later, in the years when Qin Yuwei and Luo Zhandong fell in love, whether it was underground or aboveground, Luo Zhandong did not show the slightest appreciation of music.

Every time, Qin Yu pulled him slightly, forced him to listen, and wanted to help him improve his artistic accomplishment.

And he pretended to be bored and had a headache, and Qin Yu was even more annoyed, which became a game that the two of them never tired of.

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Until now, Qin Yuwei thought that Luo Zhandong had no music cells, let alone the ability to appreciate art.

Qin Yu's slight smile flowed into his heart, it was bitter and sour.

The crescent-like smiling eyes happened to see the appearance of looking at Luo Zhandong gently and affectionately.

She clearly felt that every micro-expression of Wen Wan was showing her love for Luo Zhandong, and she could also feel Luo Zhandong's gentleness and arrogance towards Wen Wan.

Hehe, how can she not be spoiled? She is the mother of his son.

Her heart twitched for a moment, and she remembered the nightmare she had last night: in the dream, she also had a child, and in the dream, she killed her own child with her own hands......

The cold sweat on the palm of the hand wet the gloves, and behind the smile, the heart was already full of holes.