Lin Jiahe raised his eyes to look at the person who came, and the joy on his face disappeared in an instant, and even his tone was not so beautiful: "What a coincidence, Mr. Zhou." ”

Zhou Xing kept his eyes on the gift box on the table: "It looks like today is Miss Wu's birthday?" ”

Lin Jiahe obviously didn't have any patience for this uninvited guest: "Can't you give a gift if it's not your birthday?" ”

Zhou Xing still had a polite smile on his face, but he didn't like what he said: "Of course not, if Mr. Lin wants to give a gift to a beautiful woman, he definitely doesn't have to wait until his birthday." Do you say, Miss Wu? ”

Meeting Zhou Xing on this occasion made Wu Jue very uncomfortable, and she frowned: "Mr. Zhou, today is indeed my birthday." ”

"I also have a few sides with Miss Wu. It's a pity that I didn't know in advance and didn't prepare a gift, in this case, it is better to borrow flowers and offer Buddha to give you a song as a birthday gift. ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the pianist in the middle of the dining room. Then he nodded to the two people in his seat and turned to leave the restaurant.

From beginning to end, Zhou Xing was smiling, but if he was not mistaken, the moment he turned to leave, Wu Jue clearly saw a trace of resentment in his eyes.

When the sound of the piano flows.

Wu Jue was stunned.

The beautiful sound of the piano, the familiar melody, is the song "First Love" that she has heard countless times, the song in the music box in her drawer.

But why this song?

"The music is good, I haven't heard it before." was stunned, Lin Jiahe on the opposite side suddenly spoke casually, "I didn't expect that Zhou Xing still has some taste this time." ”

Unbeknownst to him, Wu Jue got up suddenly, and almost let the people around him side.

Lin Jiahe was still sitting in his seat, looking up at her gradually pale face, and said lightly: "What's wrong?" ”

She didn't answer him, but walked to the piano without saying a word, reached out and pressed a row of piano keys, and a long, noisy whisper sounded in the dining room, and the music in the pianist's hand was stifled by her.

The pianist was visibly stunned, looking at her for some reason.

Wu Jue pulled out a cold and far-fetched smile: "Let's change it." ”

The pianist nodded, and played the other piece very smoothly.

The unfamiliar music sounded, which finally made Wu Jue breathe a heavy sigh of relief and returned to his seat.

Her strange behavior seemed to make the man opposite a little unhappy, looking at her with a faint look of impatience and anger, and snorted lightly: "Where did this song provoke you, it's inexplicable!" ”

Since the two were together, he rarely spoke to her in this tone, arrogant and disdainful, just like the Lin Jiahe that Wu Jue first knew.

In fact, even Lin Jiahe himself was a little surprised by his tone. However, when he realized that this music probably also hid a secret of Wu Jue that he didn't know, he only felt impetuous.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that there must be someone hidden in Wu Jue's heart. All the subtleties she didn't understand were because of this person.

The atmosphere was undoubtedly a little stiff, and Wu Jue also realized that he seemed to be a little unreasonable, and was trying to find an excuse to explain, but the phone in his bag rang.

She pulled it out, looked at the number that didn't show her name, frowned and hesitated for a moment, but pressed the answer button and put it to her ear.

"Wu Jue."

"Brother Yibei......" Wu Jue opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"I didn't mean to order that tune. It's just that when I saw you and Lin Jiahe together, my first thought turned out to be, you look really matched. This thought scared me, and I suddenly thought of Shen Tong. Although I know what you are for, I am still a little scared, Wu Jue, if you sue me, you will not be tempted by Lin Jiahe, even if it is only for a moment. ”

"I won't. Not for a moment. Wu Jue replied very firmly.

The person over there seemed to sigh: "Today is your birthday, happy birthday." ”

"Thank you."

This phone call made Wu Jue's mood more subtle, and he couldn't tell whether he was lost or sad.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Jiahe had already called the waiter to pay the bill.

As he got up, he said casually: "Whose call, look at your sullen appearance." ”

"Oh! A senior brother. Wu Jue hurriedly stood up with him, and then added in a way that wanted to cover up, "I'm not depressed." ”

"I don't know what's going on with you, even on your birthday, you look bitter and hateful, I'm really afraid of you." Lin Jiahe seemed to complain, and as if he was just venting to himself, he stepped forward and grabbed her hand, "Let's go, let's go, while today is not over, find some way to celebrate." I heard the old man say that if you don't have a happy birthday, you will be unhappy for the rest of the year. ”

Wu Jue's change in attitude towards him snorted a little inexplicably, and the person had already been taken away by him.

Lin Jiahe didn't want to bring Wu Jue to this kind of place. But sometimes, this superficial way of relaxation is really primitive and direct, and he thinks that it may be this kind of release that Wu Jue needs—even if it's just for a moment.

When he was younger, Lin Jiahe was also a frequent visitor to nightclubs. He is a well-built machine, studying, living, working, every step should be according to the established pattern, from birth on the back of the responsibility that cannot be discharged. So the indulgence of the night is the only way to vent.

Drinking and singing, he thought this was the last place of his lifeless lifestyle.

But after a long time, he gradually got tired of it, and the indulgence in the dark night brought only another emptiness and confusion after all.

Wu Jue was a little stunned when he walked to the door of "Feichi". It wasn't because Lin Jiahe would take her to the bar, although she had never seen him hang out in nightclubs in all these days, she would never think that his life would be insulated from such a place.

It's just that she didn't expect that it would be this place that she had only stepped into with Cheng Yuzheng a few days ago. It seems that it makes sense to gather like things, Lin Jiahe and Cheng Yuzheng seem to be so different, but in the final analysis, they are still the same kind of people.

The only thing that makes her wonder is that Lin Jiahe itself has Cheng Yuzheng's brightness, or is Cheng Yuzheng hiding Lin Jiahe's gloom?

Entering the "Flying Race", the electronic music vibrates and makes people's hearts tremble. Wu Jue took the hand that was held by Lin Jiahe, and when he turned his head to look at her, she shrugged at him: "Drinking and dancing are not necessarily a good way to celebrate birthdays. ”

He nodded disapprerovingly, but replied, "Sometimes drinking and dancing are the best ways to have fun." He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try." ”

Wu Jue lowered his head and frowned, suddenly raised his head and smiled: "It's okay." ”

The two sat down at the bar, and Lin Jiahe called the waiter: "Two beers." ”

"If you want to drink, how can you just drink beer?" As he spoke, Wu Jue stopped the waiter who was about to get the wine, "No beer, two glasses of ice Chiva." ”

Lin Jiahe turned his head and frowned at her: "I remember that you don't seem to be able to drink very well." ”

"Yes, but if you're going to have fun drinking, of course you have to have fun. Why, are you afraid that your stomach can't stand it? Wu Jue didn't know why he was so provocative.

Lin Jiahe shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Okay, the birthday is the biggest." He added, as if inadvertently, in a low voice, "It seems that I shouldn't have brought you here." ”

Wu Jue is really not very good at drinking, a glass of beer can make her drowsy on weekdays, and because of her body, in the past two years, except for beer and fruit wine, she has hardly touched any other alcohol.

Besides, she is actually very afraid of the feeling of drunkenness, confusion or loss of control, which is the last thing she wants people to see.

However, this night, as Lin Jiahe said, she wants to be happy, at least to prove that she can still be happy, even if it is a short-term and superficial happiness.

"Cheers!" She raised her wine glass, touched Lin Jiahe lightly, and then tilted her head and drank a few sips in a row.

Although Scotch whisky is not yet a strong drink, after drinking half a glass, Wu Jue is already slightly drunk, and his consciousness is gradually drifting, and he wants to concentrate his thoughts, but he finds that his brain is empty, leaving only the video clips.

Lin Jiahe immediately noticed that something was wrong with her, put down the wine glass in his hand, and put his hand on her shoulder: "How are you?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the music on the dance floor was replaced by new dance music, and the young people around him poured into the dance floor one after another.

Wu Jue raised his head towards the hot dance floor: "I'm fine, didn't you mean dancing?" ”

With that, she took his hand away and got up and walked towards the dance floor.

It's strange, obviously she already looks like she is drunk, but her steps are steady as usual, and there is no abnormality at all. Lin Jiahe half-squinted, looking at her back walking towards the dance floor step by step, he didn't know whether such a woman was moody or angry, or was she used to suppressing and restrained?

But such a question, after a moment, no longer makes any sense.

Wu Jue, who didn't enter the crowd on the dance floor, had already danced with everyone. If Wu Jue is quiet and indifferent on weekdays, then at this time she is like a flame, burning indulgently.

The effect of alcohol is really extraordinary, Wu Jue has never been so indulgent. She was caught in the crowd, swaying figures, each blurred, yet so vivid.

It turns out that happiness is really simple, the body burns, the soul is intoxicated, the heat wave turns over wave after wave, this is happiness, superficial and ephemeral happiness, but real. It's like the simple happiness after taking the first place in the exam when I was a child, or being praised by others.

Just when Wu Jue was caught in the rhythm of alcohol, music, heat waves, and her body, several young men with bad intentions around her were already close to her, but she didn't realize it, only continued to close her eyes and dance to the music.

At this time, Lin Jiahe knew that Wu Jue was really drunk.

He drank the rest of the wine and hurried onto the dance floor, to her side, using his tall body to separate her from the people around him, leaving only his own side of the world.

Even though Wu Jue's consciousness was no longer under control, the changes in the aura around her still made her aware of it.

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was Lin Jiahe's face flickering in the blurry light. Whether it is the music or the dancing crowd, it has become his insignificant background.

If at this time, she can still be regarded as conscious, then her only consciousness is that the man standing in front of her is really extraordinary, and in such a noisy atmosphere, he still looks so outstanding.

In this chaotic time and space, when feelings about memories and resentment are far away, thoughts and emotions become instinctive.

Wu Jue is just an ordinary woman. If a man protects her in such a silent way, his dark eyes are all reflections of her alone. Then, at this moment, he may be her whole world.

Motivation is actually only a matter of a moment, and some long-term cognitions may collapse in an instant.

Even not long ago, she had sworn that she would never be tempted by this man, even if it was only for a moment.

But at this moment, Wu Jue was really moved. When she didn't even realize it.

You see, the human heart is so difficult to grasp, even one's own heart.

Lin Jiahe just looked at Wu Jue's face quietly, he didn't dance, he only moved his steps with Wu Jue's movements, and the dancing crowd around him didn't affect him at all, as if in this world, nothing could affect him and change his existing trajectory.

Until Wu Jue reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck and handed him the weight of his body.

Her face was just a stone's throw away from him, and she smiled, the flickering lights not distorting her expression. This smile is completely different from usual, as if it is released from the bottom of my heart, real and warm.

Yes, such a warm smile, he thought it had only appeared in a dream.

He caressed her face, rubbing the corners of her lips and cheeks with his fingertips, and a corner of his heart softened in the sound of intense music.

The people around them were still immersed in the dance music, and the swaying shadows obliterated their static figures.

"Wu Jue!" Lin Jiahe called her name softly, although he knew that in such noisy music, she couldn't hear his voice, but he just wanted to call her, as if he wanted to keep her smile at this time.