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The text message was sent out, but there was no news.

Tong Lu pursed her lips, expecting this man to write love letters, unless the sun comes out in the west.

Put away my thoughts, continue to work, just finished writing a manuscript, clicked the mouse, and sent it to Sister Kelly's mailbox, I saw two colleagues looking out of the window.

"Look, look, who occupies the highest stage of the world's LED display?"

The skyscraper on the street opposite the presidential palace has a large display screen, known as the highest stage of the world's LED display, a building with more than 80 floors, a display screen almost occupies the wall area of the 40-story building, and has always been a battleground for the advertising industry.

Tong Lu's office is in an excellent location, looking out the window, you can see the large display screen on the tall building in the distance, she is holding a cup of coffee, drinking it leisurely, hearing the movement of her colleagues, looking out of the window.

On the large display screen of half of the building, a sentence jumped out: "There is no love letter, a love song, dedicated to the woman who has been silently paying for me all along, and is still paying silently for me." ”

Tong Lu's heart pounded.

She didn't dare to think that this was written to her, but the woman's sixth sense was haunted, and the first thought in her mind was what Leng Ye told her.

This sentence jumped for a long time, almost ten minutes or so, before it slowly faded away, and then, the man's slender fingers, and the violin on the man's shoulder, the man's face could only be seen in a small half, and the sexy lip line and chin were printed, which was enough to make the woman crazy and suffocated.

Her mobile phone was ringing, Tong Lu answered, and no one spoke inside.

A song "Canon" came from the phone, coupled with the picture on the screen outside the window, her heart couldn't react at all for a moment, holding her breath, holding the fingertips of the mobile phone, and inadvertently trembling slightly.

Is it a cold night playing the violin for her?

She never knew he could play the violin.

At this moment, in the office of the cold night, Long Yan was carrying a special photographic equipment for TV photographers, aiming at the man standing by the window, playing the violin, and sighed twice in his heart.

Tong Lu clutched her mobile phone in one hand and coffee in the other, looking out the window, not even knowing how sweet the shallow smile on the corner of her mouth was.

Once, "Canon" was just a world famous song for her, but at this moment, the meaning was sublimated, it represented love, and it was the first love letter she received from her boyfriend.

I like that tune so much, one part chases the other part from beginning to end, the music is extremely lingering, and until the last harmony, the two voices are completely integrated into one, never separated, just like two people living and dying together.

Her eyes were damp with a thin layer of moisture at some point, and although her parents had put the future in front of her and told her how difficult it was, at this moment, her heart still couldn't stop rippling, rippling non-stop, wanting to follow her.

True love is not a momentary infatuation, but knowing how difficult the future will be, and still wanting to stick to it, isn't it?

Will he overturn the world and protect her, even if she doesn't have any bottom in her heart, if she doesn't try, how can she know if there is a miracle? Only by believing can she get what she wants to believe in the future, isn't it?