In a house in a mid-range community, when it was time for dinner, Han Luquan put down the piano sheet and walked into the kitchen, looking at the noodles and the rice left over from noon as a thought. Then he had an answer, and after some tossing, a strong fragrance quickly wafted through the room.

There was a sound of keys at the door, and the hostess returned. As soon as she entered, she saw egg fried rice and clear water noodles on the table, as well as the man's gentle smile.

The light is not bright, it is an ordinary white woven lamp, and the dining table is not luxurious, just a simple piece of wood, two people sitting opposite each other, indescribably warm.

Han Luquan swallowed the noodle soup and said, "Xiaolan, a friend introduced me to a business today and wrote a tune for their company's stage play. ”

Xiaolan was very happy and said, "This is a good thing." ”

Han Luquan is the kind of person who is even happier when he sees her happy, he said, "The remuneration is 4,000 yuan, haha, we don't have to worry about two months' rent, and we can save a few hundred to go out to eat stalls." ”

The meal ends in a warm atmosphere. Han Luquan returned to work, and Xiaolan had nothing to do, habitually snuggling up to him, closing her eyes and listening to him play the piano.

At this time last night, the two of them were still like this, and it had become a habit to live with the days.

Han Luquan felt that he could go through such a few pictures with her every day, and he could forget anything unpleasant.

Yesterday, Han Luquan played a lot of tunes, and when she played one, Xiaolan looked moved, she said, "I miss it so much, when I first met, you played this tune for me." ”

Han Luquan also fell into memories and said, "The title of this song is too good, "Han Luquan of Blues", which tells the blue mood that he didn't dare to approach and confess when he met Xiaolan. ”

Xiaolan sneered and said, "You were so cute back then. I've never seen such a stupid person, I heard that I fell into the sewer while watching people walk. ”

Han Luquan pursed his lips and said, "Okay, okay, don't remember too much about the past." ”

But today, Xiaolan. When he touched the keys, the music suddenly became strange, and gradually crawled in the direction of the twist, farther and deeper, and finally became unbearable because of the smell of panic.

The bloody hole in Zhou Xuebai's back and the dead and rotting skull kept piercing into his mind, and her death was inseparable from him.

Xiaolan came over when she heard the sound, she looked at him with sweating on her forehead, and hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong with you." ”

Han Luquan gradually calmed down, showed a sweaty smile, and said, "It's okay, I suddenly have some inspiration." ”

Xiaolan felt sorry for him and said, "I'll just say it, Luquan, don't be too tired." ”

Han Luquan smiled and said, "No, don't worry." ”

Xiaolan thought of something and said, "Otherwise, you can give them the song "Bruce's Hanlu Spring" that you wrote for me." ”

Han Luquan replied very simply, saying, "No, this is an absolutely impossible thing." ”

After refusing, he had to work overtime and return to work next to the piano.

Xiaolan, as always, sat down to accompany him for a while, but occasionally turned on her mobile phone to read chat messages.

Han Luquan was disgusted for a moment and said, "Xiaolan, you used to listen to me play the piano and never look at your phone. ”

Xiaolan stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, put her phone away and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for the artist's forgiveness." ”

Han Luquan was just joking and didn't say anything more.

It was already nine o'clock when she finished work, and she was going to bed after washing, but Xiaolan looked at her phone and said that she was going to go out.

Han Luquan touched her hair and said, "Where are you going so late?" ”

Xiaolan smiled, "A friend, who has fallen out of love, let's enlighten her." ”

Han Luquan nodded and said, "Then you go, be careful on the road, don't play with your mobile phone when crossing the street, do you hear me." ”

The two kissed goodbye

In a house in a mid-range community, when it was time for dinner, Han Luquan put down the piano sheet and walked into the kitchen, looking at the noodles and the rice left over from noon as a thought. Then he had an answer, and after some tossing, a strong fragrance quickly wafted through the room.

There was a sound of keys at the door, and the hostess returned. As soon as she entered, she saw egg fried rice and clear water noodles on the table, as well as the man's gentle smile.

The light is not bright, it is an ordinary white woven lamp, and the dining table is not luxurious, just a simple piece of wood, two people sitting opposite each other, indescribably warm.

Han Luquan swallowed the noodle soup and said, "Xiaolan, a friend introduced me to a business today and wrote a tune for their company's stage play. ”

Xiaolan was very happy and said, "This is a good thing." ”

Han Luquan is the kind of person who is even happier when he sees her happy, he said, "The remuneration is 4,000 yuan, haha, we don't have to worry about two months' rent, and we can save a few hundred to go out to eat stalls." ”

Xiaolan gently took a bite of food for him and said, "Don't be too tired, it doesn't matter how much money you make." ”

The meal ends in a warm atmosphere. Han Luquan returned to work, and Xiaolan had nothing to do, habitually snuggling up to him, closing her eyes and listening to him play the piano.

At this time last night, the two of them were still like this, and it had become a habit to live with the days.

Han Luquan felt that he could go through such a few pictures with her every day, and he could forget anything unpleasant.

Yesterday, Han Luquan played a lot of tunes, and when she played one, Xiaolan looked moved, she said, "I miss it so much, when I first met, you played this tune for me." ”

Han Luquan also fell into memories and said, "The title of this song is too good, "Han Luquan of Blues", which tells the blue mood that he didn't dare to approach and confess when he met Xiaolan. ”

Xiaolan sneered and said, "You were so cute back then. I've never seen such a stupid person, I heard that I fell into the sewer while watching people walk. ”

Han Luquan pursed his lips and said, "Okay, okay, don't remember too much about the past." ”

But today, Xiaolan. When he touched the keys, the music suddenly became strange, and gradually crawled in the direction of the twist, farther and deeper, and finally became unbearable because of the smell of panic.

The bloody hole in Zhou Xuebai's back and the dead and rotting skull kept piercing into his mind, and her death was inseparable from him.

Xiaolan came over when she heard the sound, she looked at him with sweating on her forehead, and hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong with you." ”

Han Luquan gradually calmed down, showed a sweaty smile, and said, "It's okay, I suddenly have some inspiration." ”

Xiaolan felt sorry for him and said, "I'll just say it, Luquan, don't be too tired." ”

Han Luquan smiled and said, "No, don't worry." ”

Xiaolan thought of something and said, "Otherwise, you can give them the song "Bruce's Hanlu Spring" that you wrote for me." ”

Han Luquan replied very simply, saying, "No, this is an absolutely impossible thing." ”

After refusing, he had to work overtime and return to work next to the piano.

Xiaolan, as always, sat down to accompany him for a while, but occasionally turned on her mobile phone to read chat messages.

Han Luquan was disgusted for a moment and said, "Xiaolan, you used to listen to me play the piano and never look at your phone. ”

Xiaolan stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, put her phone away and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for the artist's forgiveness." ”

Han Luquan was just joking and didn't say anything more.

It was already nine o'clock when she finished work, and she was going to bed after washing, but Xiaolan looked at her phone and said that she was going to go out.

Han Luquan touched her hair and said, "Where are you going so late?" ”

Xiaolan smiled, "A friend, who has fallen out of love, let's enlighten her." ”

Han Luquan nodded and said, "Then you go, be careful on the road, don't play with your mobile phone when crossing the street, do you hear me." ”

The two kissed goodbye