"It seems that you didn't wear much lip gloss today. Yi Yang Qianxi said half-jokingly.

Shirley leaned forward with her hands on the marble balcony. Nodding approvingly, he said, "You won't have a chance to wipe my extra lip gloss today." ”

On the balcony on the second floor, two people chatted lightly, even on the second floor, it was close to seven meters from the ground, but it was very much like a lookout.

"Do you think you're pretty?" asked Shirley.

"Good. Yi Yang Qianxi said, and the words changed: "I didn't know that the company was so rich...... We can just ask you to design a costume for us. ”

"No more, no less, my bottom line. "If I don't give it to you, I'll get no less than three times the price if I sell it like this." ”

"Isn't that more than you can make ends meet, and you're at a loss. Yi Yang Qianxi said matter-of-factly.

Shirley laughed twice, her voice was like clear wine, and said, "That's it, pay back your personal favor, for your sake of protecting me everywhere." ”

"Is this okay?" Yi Yang Qianxi frowned and asked with a smile.

"Don't forget, you wear that outfit to make money, and in the end it doesn't end up in my pocket. Shirley looked at him with a smile on her face.

"......" Yi Yang Qianxi thought for a while, frowning, as if he was carefully calculating the accounts: "Together...... We actually sell ourselves to you for a piece of clothing to help you make money. ”

Shirley didn't say a word, nodded with her eyes closed.

Yi Yang Qianxi looked at her now leisurely expression and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Shirley.

Yi Yang Qianxi didn't answer, and asked instead, "Does that slap hurt?" Yi Yang Qianxi looked at her face and asked.

"He was the first to dare to touch me. Shirley said, "Courage is commendable. That's the word, isn't it......"

"That's right. Your Chinese is very good. Yi Yang Qianxi looked at her, there were no magazines in her eyes, and the light seemed to be absorbed into her black onyx-like eyes, shining, "Don't blame him—although I know it's hard for a person...... Well, I've got a bit of a strong argument......"

"When you drive a nail into a plank, even if you pull the nail out, the mark is still there. [French proverb: An apology does not change the fact that a person has been hurt, nor does it heal a scar. Shirley straightened up, looked at him and said.

"It's hard for me to be strong. Yi Yang Qianxi said a little apologetically.

"You should watch the scenery alone, I'm tired of seeing it. Shirley turned around, and Yi Yang Qianxi froze in place.

There was the sound of a piano downstairs, so skillful fingering that no one else could be found but Kron.

“love is blue。 "Blue love, also translated: love is melancholy.] Originally from France, the composer was Andre Popp In 1968, promoted by Paul Molière, "Love is Melancholy" became one of the most popular love songs in the world, and this love song is popular and loved all over the world, except for France, where it was born. Shirley leans on the spiral staircase as she listens to the melody that makes people mesmerized.

At the end of the song, Kron looked at the piano and sighed: "The French don't like this song, but it was born in France......"

"yes...... Do you want to hear me play the violin?" asked Shirley, changing her words.

Kron said, "The violin has just been tuned, so let's try it – with pleasure." "My pleasure. 】

“Lyphard Melodie。 "Starry sky. Shirley picked up the violin, the sound flowing from her fingers, mellow and beautiful, and Kron played the piano with her. The artistic conception is extraordinary, making this sad piece of music unusual, no longer so lonely, but with a faint sense of longing.

Wang Yuan stood at the staircase on the second floor, looking at the girl with her back to herself, indulging in the music.

One hand beats on the staircase railing, and the other hand supports the chin.

Wang Junkai watched Wang Yuan's movements at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and felt inexplicably annoyed, but immediately stopped.

Why am I so angry? Because seeing Wang Yuan looking at Shirley obsessively? It must be like this, I must be crazy when I am such a selfish person, but he has such an attractive gaze!

Wang Junkai was inexplicably annoyed with himself.

"Xiao Kai, what are you doing?" Sister Lisa looked at Wang Junkai, who was frowning.

"It's okay......" Wang Junkai immediately came back to his senses.

"The pictures on the wall are so cute, right? It's a shame that someone like Miss Shirley doesn't become an artist!" said Lisa.

Wang Junkai looked at the photos on the wall, he was born to look good, he was cared for like a princess, he wore beautiful dresses, and he took beautiful dolls......

But suddenly I thought that when I carried her to the infirmary, my face was so pale......

She's living a hard life, isn't she? Even if she's a princess?

It seems that someone has pinched him in his heart, but the photos on the wall make him ignore such a small feeling.

——Wang Junkai learned one thing many years later: sometimes if you are a little late, you will never be able to keep up. I obviously have feelings for her...... [but so much throbbing, but I will always miss ......] I'm not afraid that God will not give me enough time, not enough for her to stay in this world more......