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Catherine was casually joking, but when Chen Tiandu's first string of keys fell, she unconsciously quieted down. The red wine glass was unconsciously turning in his hand, his eyes were staring at Chen Tiandu, but the focus began to be scattered, as if he had entered another world with the music.

"Angel of Sorrow", a piece composed by Igor Krudoy in 1982, is a touching music, almost perfect portrayal of the MV: a slightly vicissitudes and loneliness, on an ordinary afternoon, shielding himself in an equally ordinary café, outside the window is an ordinary and unusual drama of life.

Everyone is a musician in life, and they are all interpreting their own stories, and at the same time, we enjoy the stories of others through the glass. We envy the happiness of others, but we often neglect our own happiness.

This is the sadness of the spectator, happiness is close at hand, but it is forever separated by a layer of glass, we are lonely behind the glass to admire, record, but unable to integrate into it. There are many words in Chinese to express this mood, and there is also a word in English called "agreeable-melancholy", which means pleasant sadness.

This is a beauty that belongs to solitude, a kind of happiness that is locked in a glass box.

Catherine seemed to be incarnated as a graceful girl looking for and waiting to attract his attention, Chen Tiandu turned his head sideways to look at her, the keys in his hand suddenly became excited, and the main theme also slipped out of the piano with a little excitement, and the picture extended the beauty of love.

Perception catalyzes inspiration - not only music, but also life. The wind music subtly replaces the main theme in the past. Outside the window, the night sky is silent, the early morning scavengers have come out to work, and the drunken men of the capital are making wild words on the streets that have not been clean. Street artists dressed in heavy makeup dragged their tired bodies home with the joy of a cash box; There are also prostitutes who have just finished a business. Appeared again in the street soliciting ......

This moment. The music seems to overlap with reality. The melody echoes the ups and downs of life in layers.

The song is played over and over again, and people never get tired of listening to it. Catherine came over with red wine, leaning on the piano, Chen Tiandu's eyes were always fixed on her, but her fingers played the track flexibly. Her head turned as she moved, and finally fixed on Catherine's face, who was leaning against the piano less than a meter away.

Chen Tiandu suddenly found that it was better to play the piano silently than to chat with this woman.

With this piano to set off the atmosphere. The two of them had a delicious dinner. The boss did work hard, Chen Tiandu just won a lot of money from the casino anyway, and finally gave the boss a considerable tip when he left, and then left satisfied.

Walking on the cold street, only the never-extinguishing fluorescent lights were still flickering, Chen Tiandu looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning. When she was about to say goodbye regretfully, Catherine suddenly sighed: "The scenery is so beautiful! ”

Standing beside the fountain pool, a breeze blew, and Catherine's long black hair rose in the wind. Chen Tiandu smiled and said softly: "People are more beautiful." ”

Looking at her sexy body. Thinking that at this moment, Kong Yiji and the others were probably already swaying wildly with the beauty, and they felt even more uncomfortable in their hearts. Catherine turned her head to look at him, which tickled his heart: "Hehe, are you slapping your sister-in-law's ass?" ”

Her eyes were shining, and there was a hint of blush on her pretty face, which was incomprehensible in beauty.

"Shoot it!" Chen Tiandu couldn't hold back for a while, he lost his temperament, and couldn't help but raise his hand and gently pat her plump buttocks, Catherine was not angry when she was patted, giggling and dodging away. She was also a little excited, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Chen Tiandu fixedly: "I don't want to go back to the hotel alone, what about you?" ”

Chen Tiandu's heart suddenly became hot, why did he come out, the ghost was willing to go back to the hotel alone. Without saying a word, he took Catherine's hand and trotted straight to his destination.

Catherine didn't struggle but still let him hold the hand, laughed crisply, and trotted after him. As if there was a tacit understanding, the two quickened their pace, but immediately took the initiative to let go of their hands when they approached the hotel, Catherine put the lady's hat in her hand on her head, and Chen Tian put on sunglasses and a baseball cap as standard. One after the other walked into the elevator and immediately shook each other, laughing from the hotel's special elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor, Chen Tiandu stood on the side of the door, smiling: "Beautiful miss!" Come in! ”

The scene suddenly felt familiar, as if Kate had said the same thing at a certain time and place.

Catherine lifted the big lady's hat on her head, after all, she was a celebrity, and it was certain that it would be inconvenient to enter and exit, but now it didn't matter.

She stepped on her high heels and walked in with elegant steps, Chen Tiandu followed her and closed the door smoothly. As soon as he turned around, the fragrant wind hit, and the soft body threw himself into his arms, pushing him against the wall, and the fiery red lips took the initiative to cater to him, and the enthusiasm was irresistible.

"Hmm......." She struggled to be more active than Chen Tiandu in Chen Tiandu's arms, but this initiative gradually turned into passivity, leaning softly on Chen Tiandu's chest, raising her chin and responding enthusiastically, her two tongues kept teasing, winding, sucking, sucking......

After a long time, Chen Tiandu withdrew his tongue with an "ah" and protested loudly: "It will be bitten off." ”

Catherine's face was full of redness, and she didn't know whether she was holding her breath or being emotional, and snorted angrily: "You are so savage, I was almost suffocated to death!" ”

After a burst of kisses, Chen Tiandu let go of her, he also panted lightly, hugged her waist with his hands, and stroked up and down with a pair of big hands, "You are so sexy!" When I watched "Zorro's Mask" before, I wanted to kiss you, and now I finally got my wish. ”

"Are you a fan of mine?" Catherine was also a little gasping for breath by his fierce kiss, leaning on his chest and bewitching: "Then how am I better than Kate?" ”

Chen Tiandu was speechless, "You know, although you are all British, you are two types...... You're in better shape. ”

"I'll let you go." Catherine smiled, suddenly pushed him away, and said solemnly, "Only tonight." May I? ”

"Only tonight!"

Chen Tiandu also nodded solemnly. Then he laughed and said, "Then what are we waiting for." Wasting time here? ”

Catherine tapped her finger at his strong chest, which was much more powerful than Douglas's, and the skin was firm, which is the vitality that a young man should have, and gasped slightly: "Let me seize the last chance of being single before I get married, and indulge once...... Oh, don't worry, let me take a shower first. Sweat stains all over his body. Would you like some music? ”

Chen Tiandu didn't allow it, so he walked over and chose a piece of music at random, and suddenly the entire presidential suite was full of passionate singing.

Catherine twisted her waist to the center of the room in front of him, leaned down charmingly, and completed a large arc, exposing the beautiful curves of her hips. One hand gently rolled down a strand of black mesh stockings from the root of the thigh, revealing the white and firm thigh.

Chen Tiandu felt his Adam's apple shrug, and he felt like he was desperately swallowing his saliva.

Catherine is so seductive that she straightens up coolly. In front of Chen Tiandu, he twisted his waist and limbs while taking off the clothes on his body. The last small black inner part of the lower body was thrown directly on Chen Tiandu's body, and the last piece left in the whole body was only black lace and silk chest, half of the white ball was exposed, and the plump ditch made people unable to take their eyes off it at all. Twisting and turning, he walked over and turned his back to him: "Help me take off the last one, okay?"

Chen Tiandu stretched out his hand to remove the last obstacle, and the two things were dazzling.

Chen Tiandu saw that she was smiling like a flower, and she was charming, so she couldn't hold it anymore, and she stripped herself naked in three or five strokes, and kicked open the bathroom door with Catherine, "Fuck, hey, hey, let's have a mandarin duck before playing." ”

The pool splashed, and when it was about to bottom, he was finally willing to come out of the bathroom, and then moved to the big bed.

"You're so savage, how can Kate stand you."

"I'm really going to die!"

I don't know how long it took, the choppy bed finally regained its calm, but Catherine's mind was still in chaos, like the messy hair pouring on the pillow, inextricably entangled, Catherine trembled her eyelashes slightly, still experiencing the afterglow of the high tide. Compared with the two men, it is obvious that Chen Tiandu is younger, and he can't put it down when he touches the muscles and skin on his chest.

Not long after Chen Tiandu stopped, he was touched by her chest to provoke anger again, and she pressed her down again. "%ah&*%ah¥#啊@" Catherine hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, afraid that the sound would be too loud and heard outside......

……

In Las Vegas, Nevada in November 2000, there was no smell of winter in the air, and the leaves in the park were still green, with the occasional yellow leaf fluttering to remind people of its season. A few autumn insects were restless and lonely, still moaning day and night.

When a ray of sunlight shone on Chen Tiandu's face, he rubbed his swollen head, the sequelae of drinking too much wine, his throat was dry, and he squinted his eyes and looked around, thinking about why he didn't close the curtains yesterday and let the sun wake up his good dreams so early.

"But why is the sun so soft, is it the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning to wake me up, a good young man who is like the sun at eight or nine o'clock?" He looked at the time of the control platform at the head of the bed, hey, 17:30, well, it turned out to be not the rising sun.

He looked at the head of the bed, which was empty, except for a black lace bra spread over the pillow, making it look like a cartoon pig with sunglasses.

The last memory of last night was crazy, and Catherine had eyes like a volcano, seducing him to have to spend nearly four hours extinguishing her volcano, and his own. There seemed to be some fragments, and he resounded some not-so-good memories. All he remembered was that last night was over and over again, and Catherine was a goblin, and she could always make her brother rise again. Both of them were like crazy, as long as they felt the slightest feeling, they frantically got up and asked for it, and after a few hours, the whole chest and abdomen were a little numb to the point of almost rickets cramps.

It's just that the spring dream has no trace, the heroine has left, and the male protagonist is going to return to real life, as if nothing happened. (To be continued......)