The next night, Song Xingran went to a classical concert with Ning Zhixi as agreed.

Fortunately, the people who enter and leave that place are all upper-class and stable people, and there are no crazy fans.

Sitting in the audience, Ning Tongxi suddenly spoke: "I thought Miss Song wouldn't come." ”

Song Xingran sat upright, staring at the people who were performing on the stage, and didn't look at her.

"Why?"

The corners of Ning Tongxi's mouth hooked, and he said slowly: "Do you know that Lu Qingchen has a diary?" ”

When Song Xingran heard this, he looked sideways blankly, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.

"Looks like you don't know."

Ning Zhixi smiled and put his hands on his knees, elegant and calm.

He continued: "In the four years that you have been away, his illness has been much worse than you think. ”

"Keeping a diary seems to be a kind of sustenance. Doesn't it seem naïve? ”

Keep a diary, usually only in your youth, to record what happened on that day.

Especially for those introverted or autistic children, writing a diary has become a kind of sustenance, a kind of confiding.

"Have you read his diary?"

Song Xingran squeezed her fingers tightly, even if her face did not change, Ning Zhixi still sensed her nervousness.

"He's so precious about that thing, even if I'm his attending doctor, he won't show it to me."

"I've only seen it once."

"It just so happens that there are things you like and don't like."

"There's classical music in it, and you don't like it."

Song Xingran: "......"

Invite her to listen to it even if you know she doesn't like it?

What does this woman mean?

Deliberately showing superiority in front of her?

"So, I was invited here today just to say this?"

Song Xingran's bright eyes were cold, cold, but they were different in beauty.

Ning Zongxi admitted that this girl was indeed beautiful.

Whether it's temperament or appearance, it's very comfortable to look at.

It is not surprising that Lu Qingchen likes her.

"Miss Song, aren't you curious? That diary. ”

Ning Zhixi asked lightly.

At this time, the performance ended, and there were bursts of applause around.

Song Xingran also applauded, clapping his hands and saying.

It doesn't matter if Ning Tongxi can hear it clearly.

"I'm curious, but ...... I respect all his privacy, and if he wants me to show it, he will naturally show it. ”

"But you, what do you mean?"

Song Xingran tilted his head and stared at her tightly.

Ning Tongxi was a little weak by her, but she still said calmly: "I just want to know more about him." ”

Song Xingran: "......" so she hinted that she went through Lu Qingchen's diary?

That's a lot of.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean, when Lu Qingchen was receiving psychotherapy, he didn't completely reveal all his problems to me."

In other words, he's hiding something. That's where he's most vulnerable. ”

After a big circle, Song Xingran finally understood.

Is she living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?

People just want to help Lu Qingchen heal.

"So, this is your area of expertise, so there's no need to tell me as a layman."

Song Xingran took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, so hungry.

I want to go home for a late-night snack.

"Doesn't Miss Song care about him at all?"

Ning Zhixi's eyes flashed, she didn't expect Song Xingran's attitude to be so cold.

One could even say ruthless.

Song Xingran did not directly answer Ning Zhixi's question, but stretched out his finger and pointed to the cello player on the stage.

"You see the cello player, he's focused on himself now, and he's not paying attention to the people around him who play the horn and the piano, do you know why?"

Ning Tongxi frowned: "Because they have practiced countless times, they are all very proficient, as long as they play their parts well and do not make mistakes, this performance will be completed, and there is no need to care about others." ”

"Wrong." Song Xingran pursed his lips and smiled.

Looking at her sideways, it was no surprise that Ning Zhixi's face revealed doubts.

"And why do you say?"

A bright smile appeared in Song Xingran's clear eyes.

"In fact, the answer is very simple, they have been rehearsing and training for a long time, and they have already formed a tacit understanding."

"Even if you don't look at each other, you can sense from each other's music that something is wrong and where you need his help to fix it."

In other words, he didn't ignore his teammates, he just ...... It's a different way that others don't know. ”

"Naturally, those who don't understand music, like you and me, definitely don't understand this way."

"I say that, do you understand?"

No matter how stupid Ning Tongxi was, she understood the meaning of her words.

Song Xingran was telling her that she didn't care about Lu Qingchen, but she just changed it in a way that only they understood each other.

Outsiders, unable to intervene.

It's also a reminder that she's just an outsider.

Oh, it's really the girl he likes.

Even when he speaks, he is so sharp-tongued.

She is very smart, it seems that God gave her more than just that beautiful face.

At the end of a concert, Song Xingran stretched his waist and ran into fans to ask for autographs.

Ning Zhixi was waiting for her beside her.

I saw that she was lowering her head, with a smile on her face, talking to her fans.

It looks approachable, and that feeling is like the warm sun on a winter day.

At this moment, Ning Tongxi suddenly understood why Lu Qingchen was so obsessed with her.

Who doesn't love the sun?

Especially those who have been trapped in the cold darkness.

"Miss Ning, you look at me like this...... It can't be, you like me too, do you? ”

Song Xingran approached her and took out the phone.

Coincidentally, I received a WeChat message from Lu Qingchen.

"It's over? I'll pick you up. ”

Mr. Lu's pinching is really accurate.

Ning Tongxi also saw Lu Qingchen's news, and his eyes darkened.

"Since he's coming to pick you up, I'm not going to send you back."

Song Xingran raised his eyebrows, seeing that Ning Zhixi was leaving.

Suddenly, he stopped her and said, "Miss Ning." ”

Ning Tongxi turned his head and looked at her.

Song Xingran pursed his lips, as if he had been entangled for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Lu Qingchen, ...... Have you ever had autism? ”

Ning was stunned.

How did she know?!

-

Sitting in Lu Qingchen's car, Song Xingran looked out the car window.

In Lu Qingchen's opinion, she is a little too lively tonight.

Obviously, today's concert made her very happy.

"The night view by the river is so beautiful."

Song Xingran sighed.

Suddenly, she looked at the man who was driving, and smiled flatteringly: "Brother Lu, I kind of want to set off fireworks." ”

But now these places seem to be prohibiting fireworks.

Hearing the word fireworks, Lu Qingchen's eyes flashed slightly.

"Why do you suddenly want to see fireworks?" His voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Because ......".

"I want to see you laugh."