Jiang Han realized that his mouth was unscrupulous, and he was embarrassed to say the three words "I'm sorry", the green tendons on the back of his hand and forehead burst out, and he endured his uncontrollable temper, and tried his best to talk to her in a soft voice, "You don't have much strength as a girl, it's very difficult to feed Jiang Yu like this, it is estimated that when this bowl of sobering soup is cold, you haven't been able to feed him yet, I'll help you support him, and it can be faster, don't you want him to wake up sooner?" ”

There was a moment of embarrassment on the night chess face, so she moved her position to give up to Jiang Han, and she sat opposite Jiang Han, carefully feeding Jiang Yu the sobering soup, and from time to time wiping the soup stains on the corners of his mouth with a tissue, he was drunk and unconscious, and he didn't seem to wake up at all.

A bowl of sobering soup was fed, and the two of them asked Jiang Yu to lie down and continue to sleep, Yeqi helped him fold the quilt and looked at his sleeping face greedily for a while, before he reluctantly stood up, and looked at him with a dim gaze before turning around and walking out.

"Wait." Jiang Han grabbed her hand, and there was an emotion in his eyes that he couldn't understand in night chess, not only night chess, but even Jiang Han himself couldn't understand his emotions, it was so complicated.

Night Chess stared at the hand and didn't speak.

She didn't speak, and Jiang Han didn't open either.

"Young Master Jiang, is there anything else?" Or did Ye Qi take a step back first, and a "Young Master Jiang" separated the two people's identities, and he felt sad and embarrassed more than ever, did that cheerful and sweet voice really no longer exist?

In the bottom of his heart, the appearance of the little girl back then and the piano music he heard outside the Yejia villa many times, the two occupied his thoughts, he was entangled and unwilling to let go, his voice trembled a little, "Night chess, answer my question, a few years ago, the person who played the piano in the Yejia was you...... Or is it a pearl? ”

"Does it matter?" Yeqi asked casually, that year, no matter who played the piano, it didn't matter now, and the piano that belonged to her was gone, but she was guessing in her heart the purpose of Jiang Han's question.

"It's important!" He replied sharply, biting every word so hard.

Ye Qi was stunned by his yelling, and soon laughed, "Young Master Jiang, if you really want to know an answer, why don't you ask your fiancée?" Why bother asking me? ”

Isn't his pearl of the night versatile to make him proud?

Why did he ask her?

Jiang Han's hand trembled, and he couldn't help but let go of her.

Indeed, he could ask the night pearl, but the answer was not what he wanted, she said that she was good at it, but he had never seen her touch the piano, but it was night chess, the melody of the song played was so familiar, it felt so familiar, perhaps, he should have thought of this a long time ago, he should have known this a long time ago.

Maybe back then, he should have guessed, but he didn't want to believe it, so he chose to ignore it again and again.

In fact, it's her, it's really her.

This melody and the girl in his memory kept flashing through his mind, the night pearl and the night chess, and the two of them actually stirred up waves in his heart at the same time.

At this moment, he began to wonder, is his feelings for the Night Pearl all fake? Those sweet times, are they all fake?

And what about night chess?

She told him a long time ago that she would know a lot, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she would, and every time she wanted to play a song, what she was left with was the back of his ruthless departure.