Beethoven's Ninth Symphony sounded in the piano room.

Since Wu Junke said that she could accompany her to play at the annual meeting, she would not give up this opportunity.

Yan Zihui chose the first movement of the Ninth Symphony. Today is different from the last time, Wu Junke did not make a single note.

After practicing two or three times, Yan Zihui said that he wanted to take a break.

Yan Zihui leaned against the window and drank water, Wu Junke sat in front of the piano and flipped through the score, and the piano room seemed to have a rest.

"There are two days before the annual meeting, right?" Yan Zihui hates quietness, so she hates such a quiet environment too.

"Hmm. Wu Junke was very indifferent, and accompanying Yan Zihui to practice the piano was just like completing the task.

"After the annual meeting, I want to get out of here. I want to go to Paris. ”

The plane trees downstairs outside the window reminded Yan Zihui of France.

Wu Junke flipped through a page of sheet music and stopped. "Nice, get out of here and start all over again. ”

For him, Yan Zihui's departure is a good thing, she will not be hurt or hurt here.

Yan Zihui looked down at his hand and put the cup in his hand on the windowsill. "Can you pick me up on the day of the annual meeting?"

"I can ask the driver to pick you up. Wu Junke's indifference extended again.

"Even for the sake of me leaving, won't it be the last time?" Yan Zihui's gentle and desolate character is innate, and her gestures make people feel pitiful.

"I'll think about it. Wu Junke was vigilant and warned himself that he should not be soft-hearted! This is not a good thing for Yan Zihui.

Yan Zihui sighed deeply, and she walked over to Wu Junke and sat down.

Wu Junke moved to the side.

"Junke, you must not be such a person. Yan Zihui rested his head on Wu Junke's shoulder.

Wu Junke was like a frightened horse, and immediately raised his body to dodge. "Don't kid yourself, that's who I am. ”

Yan Zihui thought about it for several days without leaving the house, and Xu Yunyun said that Wu Junke wanted to protect her, although Xu Yunyun immediately made up other words to fool her, but she still heard it clearly.

Wu Junke stood up and took his coat on the piano. "I'm almost done, I'm leaving. ”

Before Wu Junke could react, his waist was hugged by Yan Zihui's arms, and the person was attached to his back.

Wu Junke struggled like a big girl, this Yan Zihui is still strong?"What are you doing here? Let go!"

"Don't let it go, you're lying to me, you still care about me in your heart!"

Yan Zihui's hands were tightly clasped around Wu Junke's waist.

Wu Junke's bodyguards were just outside the door, and if he was louder, those bodyguards would definitely rush in, but it was not yet time for them to appear.

Yan Zihui felt that Wu Junke's resistance had become smaller. "Junke, why are you doing this to me, why do you want me to hate you?"

Wu Junke couldn't tell the truth again, and told Yan Zihui that the reason why you hate me is to let you do something to me, catch her, and then influence her on the spot, put down the butcher's knife and send her somewhere else?

"I'm just telling you the truth, I have too many dreams, I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams, and it's easy to get lost. ”

"Don't I even have the right to dream?"

Yan Zihui's cheek was against Wu Junke, and he heard the sound of his heartbeat.

"Dreams can be made, but ......" Wu Junke wants to say: if you hurt others, then you can't.

"Well, if you don't like me dreaming, I won't do it. "Yan Zihui is like a wounded little sparrow.

"Junke, why can't you love me anymore?

Yan Zihui's question smacks of suicide.

Wu Junke felt sick to his stomach, he felt disgust and disgust for Yan Zihui for the first time, so real.

Zhao Feng once said that Yan Zihui was kidnapping him morally. At the same time, he also thought about the quiet day that would let him let go of his baggage and responsibility.

Wu Junke pulled Yan Zihui's hand away with all his strength, he didn't pity the jade, he knew that this time would definitely hurt Yan Zihui.

Sure enough, Yan Zihui looked at his hand and said aggrievedly: "Junke, you hurt me." ”

Wu Junke walked quickly and Yan Zihui distanced himself. "Stop holding me back with these!"

"I ......"

"If you don't love, you don't love, I can take care of you, but I can't love you! You escaped from the clutches of the Acropolis, but you built a nightmare for yourself, you can't escape. You think you're taking everyone as a devil, and you think you're slaying demons, but you're a devil yourself!"

The last time Wu Junke saw Yan Zihui, he was pretending, but what he said in this second was all true thoughts, and none of them were acting.

"Am I the devil?" Yan Zihui pointed to himself.

"Yan Acropolis is the devil, I'm not!" Yan Zihui walked in front of Wu Junke.

Wu Junke took a few steps back, reserving the safe distance in his heart. "I know everything you've done, do you think I'm wrong about you?"

"What about quietness? She has no means, no scheming? Has she never calculated others? Is she so pure?"

Yan Zihui knew that her image in Wu Junke's heart had been destroyed, and she also had to pull her into the water.

"She has, but she never takes the initiative to attack, her scheming, means, etc., are her shields! She hides her weakness and helplessness behind her shield. And you, however, have used your pity and weakness as a weapon, and behind your shield lies your gloom and darkness!"

Wu Junke gritted his teeth, what he hated was not Yan Zihui, but himself.

Yan Zihui smiled snickeringly. "She's so good in your heart, what if she suffers the same thing as me? I'm afraid she's even worse than I am!"

Wu Junke strode in front of Yan Zihui. "She won't!"

"Really?" Yan Zihui's bottomless eyes reappeared.

"Don't touch her, something is coming at me. The one who doesn't love you is me. The root of everything is me, and it has nothing to do with anyone. ”

Yan Zihui cried and laughed, as if she had lost her mind and gone crazy. She raised her head and looked at the white ceiling of the piano room. "I'm the devil!"

"In this way, you still don't have to attend the annual meeting. ”

Wu Junke didn't want to stay here anymore, he really didn't want to face Yan Zihui anymore, at least he didn't want to at this moment.

"Junke!" Yan Zihui stopped Wu Junke's steps as he was leaving.

Wu Junke turned his back to Yan Zihui and didn't look back. "What for?"

"I really don't want to fight, I really want to get out of here. Let me attend the annual meeting, and play this last song with me, right?

"I think you're in ...... state"

"Junke, one last time! I'll leave the day after the annual meeting!"

Yan Zihui wiped her tears with her hands. "I don't need you to pick me up. If you're afraid I'll hurt Quiet, I'll promise not to go near her. As soon as the show is over, I leave immediately!"

Wu Junke stood by the door and thought for a long time, so long that he couldn't remember what he was thinking.

Putting on his coat, he opened the door and turned his head back a little. "I'll ask the driver to pick you up. ”

The door opened, and Wu Junke's back faded away and disappeared.

Yan Zihui's tears have completely dried, she wants to disappear with Tranquility, let Tranquility go through all the tortures she has experienced, and when Tranquility returns to him, she wants to let Wu Junke know that he is wrong!

She wants to carve out a devil with her own hands, a crazy devil! I want to talk about "Bonding Power" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~