Han Chang sat down in front of the piano slowly, gently stroking the white keys, the alternating black and white keys gave birth to a variety of different beautiful music, gently touched a group of chords, under the gentle light, Han Chang's slender fingers danced on the piano surface, the crisp and melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed out from her hands, as natural as flowing water, the gentle melody opened her memory, from the bass to the treble, blooming the rose-colored landscape, and from the treble slowly slipped, like scattered pearls, fine but shiny, after a low accent, It seemed to be the sound of the oppressive night, and suddenly the tune was repeated, and the sound of the piano became hopeful, like the darkness before dawn. At the end of the song, Han Chang sat quietly at the piano. Masaki couldn't see her expression, but he felt his heart flutter slightly when he saw her body sitting upright on the piano chair, and the soft light sprinkled on the side of her face.

The customers in the café stood up and applauded, glad that they could hear such a beautiful sound on a cold winter night.

Han Chang raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up and bowed to the guests around him with a red face, and then fled back to the political discipline table.

Zhengji smiled and looked at Han Chang's delicate cheeks and said, "It's so nice to play, it's much better than me"?

Han Chang nodded and said, "The piano is so good, this is the piano with the best timbre I have ever played."

"If you like it, you can play it at any time, it's okay to treat this place as your home" Zhengji said casually, suddenly saw Han Chang's stunned eyes, and realized that he might have scared her, so he pretended to cover it up and said: "The store has never invited a pianist, but I didn't expect that I had been reluctant to go far, I don't know if "Carving Time" has the honor of inviting such a beautiful lady to be our pianist?"

Han Chang blushed, looked at Zhengji's sincere gaze, thought about it and agreed to come to the store to play when he was fine.

Subsequently, Han Chang's mood also stabilized, and in Fan Cheng's eyebrows, Zhengji introduced her to her classmates, a group of people chatted hotly, and Han Chang also interjected from time to time on the side, Zhengji didn't expect Han Chang to know something about football.

Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock, and the people in the store were almost gone, and Masaki announced that he was off work, and the employees left after cleaning, and Masaki pulled down the curly hair, and a group of people began to wait.

In order to pass the boring time, Zhengji began to do math problems, while Han Chang took a literary novel from the bookcase and read it.

Before I knew it, at two o'clock, Masaki lifted his sore neck, and suddenly felt a little quiet in the store, and there was a snoring sound, and he looked up and laughed unconsciously. Fan Cheng and the others had already fallen asleep on the sofa in the store, still snoring. And Han Chang was also lying on the book on the table and fell asleep, Zhengji slowly stepped forward, looked at Han Chang's brows that were still slightly frowning in his sleep, and sighed slightly, what can he do to make the girl in front of him forget the pain? He took off his coat and draped it on Han Chang's shoulder, Han Chang writhed uneasily, and didn't wake up.

Masaki looked at the quiet room, suddenly felt a little stuffy, and wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he went back to the bar and took out the cigarette that his father had put in the cabinet, gently opened the back door, walked out of the street, and sat in the shadows.

"Smack", Masaki took a deep breath, a spicy taste rushed to his throat, and he couldn't help coughing twice. This is the first cigarette in his life, he looks at the lonely streets, after tonight, he will be a billionaire, he will be back into the busy money-making plan, and he doesn't know if there will be a chance to live such a carefree life again in the future.

A cigarette was about to run out, suddenly, his ears moved, as if he heard something, and looked in the direction of the sound, not far away, there were three black shadows sneakily walking towards this side, and he didn't know what he was carrying in his hand, Masaki couldn't help but open his writing wheel eyes, he frowned, these people were very careful, and they were still wearing masks.

Three black shadows stood in front of their store, one of them pointed to the door, several people muttered something, mixed with a low treacherous laugh, one of them opened the bucket in his hand, a pungent smell came out, and sprinkled it on the door of the store, Zhengji's eyes flashed with murder, this is gasoline, these people are really crazy, they didn't offend anyone, why did they come to burn their store in the middle of the night.

"Bang" A person took a lighter and lit it, and when he was about to throw it at the wall, a stone flew over, and hit his injury accurately, he let out a low cry, and the lighter fell to the ground, and several people immediately looked at the Quartet vigilantly.

Masaki slowly walked out of the shadows and looked at the three of them without saying a word.

The three of them did not run away, but looked at each other, their eyes flashed fiercely, and they took out a sharp knife from their arms and forced it towards Zhengji.

With a brush, the figure of Masaki disappeared from their eyes, and the three of them looked at each other in shock, and before they could react, there was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and they threw themselves to the ground, drinking and gasping on the ground.

Brush, Masaki tore off the masks of the three people, saw three young faces, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you and why do you want to deal with this shop"?

The three of them endured the pain and didn't speak, and Masaki didn't bother to do anything, so he put his foot on the injury of one of them, stepped on it hard, and with a "click", the people on the ground screamed, and they were extremely mad in the cold night.

He put his foot on another person's hand, and the person who was trampled on saw the person holding his hand and screaming miserably next to him, and felt that Zhengji's foot was slightly forced, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't don't, big brother, I was wrong, we are students of the third middle school, the owner of this shop slapped Gillian at night, and she asked us to give her anger." ”

Zhengji couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, although the third middle school is a well-known poor school, but he didn't expect the students in it to be so lawless, don't they think about the consequences when they do things? Just because of a little conflict, so careless of human life, aren't you afraid of burning the people in the store?

Zhengji carried them, searched out the student ID cards from their pockets, and leaked them one by one to the monitor at the door of the store, and said: "You are students of the third middle school, right, the monitor has seen you, I will spare you once tonight, if there is a next time, I don't care if it is you or not, I will call the police, what you did today is a deliberate murder, even if you are underage, I will use money to buy your life, go back and tell what Gillian, if she doesn't have eyes yet, I will make her regret coming to this world, go, Wipe the gas off the door with my clothes and get out."

The three of them wiped the gasoline on the door under the supervision of Masaki, although there was still some smell, Masaki thought that he would let the three of them go tomorrow after cleaning it with detergent, and the two limped away with their broken hand.

Masaki looked at his watch, it was almost three o'clock, so he turned around and went back to the store, and saw a few people who were sleeping rubbing their noses, and they were working hard outside, but they didn't hear any movement at all, this sleep was really good. He woke up Fan Cheng and them, and several people hummed and chirped with sleepy eyes, until Zhengji pointed to his watch and got up in a panic.

Zhengji looked at Han Chang, who was still lying on the book, and shook her gently, "Don't make trouble, Chen Kai", Han Chang said in a daze, his heart suddenly hurt, and he shook her again, Han Chang woke up sleepy-eyed, saw Zhengji hurriedly stood up, looked at Zhengji's clothes on his body, and whispered thank you to him a little shyly.

"If you want to sleep, go and sleep in the inner room, there is a bed there," Masaki said, looking at the red marks on her face that had been squeezed out by the ruts on her face for a long time.

Han Chang looked around and felt that she was still sleepy, so she agreed, and Zhengji made her bed, closed the door, and continued to watch the game with Fan Cheng.

The match lasted until five o'clock, ending with the exclamations of Fancheng and them, as France won 3-0 against Brazil, who lost in an upset.

There was no surprise that he knew that he would have nearly 100 million yuan in his account tomorrow, and after looking at the time, Zhengji and several people also planned to squint for a while.

Masaki was woken up by the sound of the door opening, and when he woke up, he was covered with a blanket, it was almost nine o'clock, the staff of the store had arrived, and the day's work was about to start again. When he returned to the room, he found that the Yiren had gone, and the bed had been folded, leaving a note with the words "Thank you."

Waking up Fan Cheng and them, a few people simply ate some breakfast and went home.

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