Mu Liang glanced at Shan Mu from a distance, and the music score that he had already memorized by heart came to mind.

After playing the tune so many times, this time, the listener finally arrived.

Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, and my face is a little hot, but it's okay, it's still within the tolerance range.

He ignored his discomfort and smiled, his fingers touching the keys.

The air seemed to tremble slightly, and a gentle and clean music sounded. He closed his eyes, his clean and slender fingers flew up and down, and the sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips, like a stream, light and gentle, slowly covering the entire free bar.

Shan Mu's heart also vibrated with the notes.

How can it be so coincidental?

There are so many singles in "Spirited Away", but he just played her favorite one.

It's not the theme song "Spirited Away", nor the popular song "Always with me", but "That Summer".

That summer, that long but gentle summer.

The breeze is not dry, and the twilight is slightly cool.

The white dragon gently comforts Chihiro and tells her that she must keep her name and not lose herself.

It's like he said to her, you must love yourself well, at least until I can love you openly.

It's not Zhao Yuze, it's you, right?

Shan Mu looked at the gentle young man on the stage for a moment, under the flickering lights, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his side face was so perfect that he was not like a mortal. His expression was focused and reverent, and the fingers that landed on the keys were clean and slender.

Once you think about it, it's hard to extinguish.

Is that you? Is that you?

The thought of wanting to prove grows like a vine, crawling all over the heart, and then gently tightening, squeezing out the sour sweetness.

A tissue was stretched out in front of him, and Shan Mu looked up and saw Zhang Yue's cool face.

"This moved you to cry? Tsk, you little girls. ”

Shan Mu took the tissue, noncommittal, but retorted in a low voice in his heart, such an old-fashioned girl, aren't you a little girl? How are we both in the same class?

Shan Mu didn't speak, and Zhang Yue lost interest. Eyes moved, searching, and stuck as they passed the door of the VIP box on the second floor.

There, a tall man struck a match with a cigarette in his mouth, and approached with his hand on the fire, lighting a little scarlet. He took a heavy breath, then slowly exhaled, and behind the smoke, the well-defined man had a special smell.

Who still uses matches these days, Zhang Yue thought absentmindedly, what an old antique. The corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously.

I don't know if her gaze is too naked, and the boss suddenly raised her eyelids.

Not far away, not too close, the four eyes met, and time stood still for a few seconds. Then, the man gently ...... Frowned?

Damn?!

Zhang Yue was stunned for a second, lowered his head, grabbed a rag and began to wipe the bar.

Hey, it seems to be a little dusty here, why did you spill some wine here, wow, it's dirty......

Mu Liang finished playing a song, got up and bowed to the audience to thank him, and then walked towards the audience.

Shan Mu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, she turned around, thinking about talking to Zhang Yue, pretending not to care very much. But Zhang Yue dropped the chain for some reason, took a rag and wiped it on the spotless bar, and didn't listen to her at all.

"Does it sound good?"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Liang sat down beside her.

The aftermath of the cocktail seemed to come out at this time, he seemed to be a little drunk, his face was dyed with a faint red, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be soaked in autumn water, half-squinted, full of seduction.

Shan Mu didn't dare to look at him anymore, don't open his eyes, but he felt that there was nothing to look at.

Mu Liang was very close, and the faint fragrance of plants and trees surrounded her, making her uneasy.

"It's okay."

"Okay?" Mu Liang furrowed his eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with this answer. He took her shoulder and made her face him, and looked at her drunkenly, as if to explain, "Actually, I'm not very good at the piano, or change to the violin next time?" I'm still good at the violin, but I've heard them say that it's better to use the piano for confession. ”