"The ticket is for you," Song Yan said, standing at the back door and taking out the ticket and was about to hand it to Lu Yaocheng, but no one answered it for a long time, Song Yan leaned over and looked into the car.

In the car, Lu Yaocheng was leaning sideways, his head seemed buried in Wen Lu's neck, Song Yan blushed, got up quickly, and coughed lightly.

"Okay," Mr. Lu said.

"I won't let you help me put on earrings in the future, it hurts," Wen Lu frowned, Lu Yaocheng really hurt her.

Is it that hard to wear just earrings?

When Song Yan heard this, he realized that he was thinking crookedly in his heart. Yes, his brother is such a serious person who would not do such a thing in broad daylight.

"I'm sorry," Lu Yaocheng really felt a little apologetic.

Song Yan was completely shocked, this woman is poisonous. Although he really wanted Lu Yaocheng to get married soon, he didn't expect Lu Yaocheng to give her such a habit, wearing the earrings that his brother bought, or his brother put them on with his own hands, and she was still screaming pain.

If this is him, his brother's attitude must be "If you want love, you want it, if you don't want it, just get out." ”

Lu Yaocheng naturally heard Song Yan's words, stretched out his hand, and Song Yan handed him the ticket. Take the driver's seat and act as the driver.

Because Xu Ke has something to do today.

Song Yan pursed his lips, there was a fire in his heart, not jealous or anything, but he felt that he was on his back today and acted as a 5,000-watt big light bulb - like sitting on pins and needles.

Lu Yaocheng was still processing the documents, but Wen Lu took the ticket and looked at it over and over again.

It's a ticket to a concert.

Because she didn't know much about this, Wen Lu also searched for it on her mobile phone.

There is very little information in the report, and it doesn't seem to be very famous, but the ticket highlights Beethoven's Seventh Symphony – Music of Dance.

Lu Yaocheng likes this kind of classical music, and although Wen Lu doesn't have too much knowledge of music, she likes to listen to symphonies.

This originated when the university invited a conservatory to perform Beethoven's Fifth Symphony – Destiny.

Because it is not a well-known symphony orchestra, there are not many people who come, and most of them sit in the middle and front seats. Lu Yaocheng took her to sit in the back corner.

From the moment she entered the hall, Wen Lu was shocked by the grand and solemn performance hall, so she also put away her temperament, became dignified, and followed Lu Yaocheng step by step.

The applause was sparse, the opening was ushered in, the conductor was in place, and the music gradually rose. A symphony is like a story, with a beginning, a development, a high-rise and an ending. For some reason, although Wen Lu can't hear the artistic skills in it, she also has her own feelings, probably like a dreamlike experience in "Alice in Wonderland".

It has to be said that the seats in the back have no other noise at all except for the eardrum enjoying the ultimate sound reinforcement echo experience, and there is very little interference.

Lu Yaocheng sat with his legs crossed, in a very relaxed state.

This time he didn't wear glasses, after all, you don't need to use your eyes to listen to a symphony.

Wen Lu seems to have detached herself from the symphony and stumbled upon another beautiful landscape.

She looked at him sideways. Lu Yaocheng's skin is not an exaggeration to regard it as a work of art. Wen Lu was a little skeptical that his face and figure were carved using the golden ratio, so smooth and gorgeous.

She also knew that although he was a "work of art", she would not be a collector.

Throughout the concert, the two did not communicate a word. Such a beautiful performance, if you whisper on the way, it is very impolite.

The two tacitly got up and applauded at the same time at the end.

Lu Yaocheng looked sideways at this moment, surprised by her good upbringing.

It wasn't until she walked out of the performance hall that Wen Lu spoke: "Why do you like to listen to symphonies?" Wen Lu means that he can have more hobbies and do things that rich people like to do, such as collecting wine, collecting, and buying real estate......

"I don't like symphonies, I just admire Beethoven," Lu replied.

"So you're a 'love house and a black one,'" Wen Lu deliberately probed.

Lu Yaocheng thought for a moment, "So to speak. ”

Since he has this habit, it will be much easier to do.

"Do you know what I like to hear?" Wen Lu asked.

"What?" Lu Yaocheng asked.

Wen Lu thought about it for a while, and was slightly naughty, "If I don't tell you, I have to leave some surprises in life, don't you?" ”

She was in a good mood and hadn't gone out for a walk with anyone else for a long time. Every weekend is always buried in countless documents and data, and life is full but there is always a trace of taste.

Wen Lu wore a powder blue flat-shouldered long skirt, revealing her good-looking collarbones, the fluffy skirt lined her waist lightly, and the most eye-catching thing was the pair of long legs under the knee-length skirt, which was slender and evocative.

The shadow of the shade of the tree was stretched slender by the setting sun, and she stepped on high heels, deliberately stepping on the shade.

At this moment, Lu Yaocheng's eyes could only see her snow-white legs folded and walking forward, occasionally turning around mischievously, driving the fluttering skirt.

Men and women think very differently in some ways.

Wen Lu might interpret all this as a pink feeling.

Lu Yaocheng had in his mind the snow-white legs, and the scene of those legs intertwined around his waist.

was troubled by her in the morning, and Lu Yaocheng also knew that she didn't like Western food, so she let her choose for dinner.

Wen Lu couldn't think of any new ideas after thinking about it, and finally settled on a small shop that she always liked to go to when she was in college.

"Are you a picky eater? What's the no-no? Wen Lu is afraid that he has the temperament of a young master of a family, and he is not good at serving, after all, he has not been together for a long time, and she can't fully grasp his temperament.

"No," Lu Yaocheng didn't seem to have in his memory.

She led the way, past a smoky barbecue stall, and then another alley to the front of the store.

"That's it. In the past, me, Wen Luan, and Zhong Zhicheng always came here. Especially Wen Luan, I always feel that my mother gives me a lot of pocket money, so she always tricks me into eating and drinking," Wen Lu brought him into the noodle restaurant in front of him.

Lu Yaocheng was indeed full of curiosity and doubt.

"Zhong Zhicheng will come too?" Lu Yaocheng didn't expect him to come to such a place.

Wen Lu nodded, "There are so many things you don't know!" Sometimes the boys would play games in the dormitory, and they were too lazy to come out and sell food, so I bought them and gave them to them. ”

She said hello to the aunt of the noodle restaurant, the aunt didn't speak Mandarin, she spoke the local dialect, and said a sentence later, Wen Lu waved her hand again and again, her face turned crimson, and then recovered.

She knew that Lu Yaocheng was from Beijing and couldn't understand these southern dialects.

ordered the same beef brisket and persimmon noodles as Lu Yaocheng, and the two tasted it slowly.

"Well......" Speaking of Zhong Zhicheng, Wen Lu suddenly wanted to ask, "Do you know Zhong Zhicheng's parents?" ”

Lu Yaocheng frowned, "You care about him very much?" ”

"Of course," Wen Lu didn't want to ask him what his relationship was with Zhong Zhicheng, only that he was the only one who knew anything about Zhong Zhicheng.

Zhong Zhicheng is too distressing, and after years of getting along, she almost feels that she and Zhong Zhicheng are a family, and they will care for each other, help each other, and encourage each other.