A month later, Choi Jae-sun returned to Shanghai. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he began to return to his previous routine, still going to the bar every night to sit, still not wanting Qi Luoling to see it every time.

Still, his heart trembled for her. His heart was like a watch on her arm, though she didn't pay attention to its taut clockwork, which patiently counted the time for her. She could only glance at it casually, in the millions of seconds that ticked non-stop.

Finally, one night, after playing a few tunes peacefully on stage, Qi Luoling walked down from the stage and walked to the corner where he was sitting, and it was obvious that she had seen him.

She looked at him calmly and sat down across from him.

"You're back?" Qi Luoling asked lightly.

"Yes, I came back last week."

"Oh, the last time you left, you said you come to this bar every day. I don't quite understand, what is the reason why you come to the bar every day? ”

"I said I wanted to listen to piano music, do you think it's a plausible reason or a ridiculous reason?"

Qi Luoling smiled, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The two began to talk happily, and the topic gradually deepened into each other's lives.

As time passed, after each of Qi Luoling's playing, Choi Jae-sun began to send her home. Each time he sent her downstairs, but she didn't invite him upstairs to sit in the house. Choi Jae-sun is well aware that this means that she has not accepted him in her heart and is not ready to let him into her personal life.

The cold winter has finally come, spring has come, and the air is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Choi Jae-sun is getting more and more restless. He strongly hoped that Qi Luoling could give him an emotional response, he longed for her to love him, to embrace her in his arms, to kiss Fangze, and to go into her heart.

One night in March. As is customary, he sent her downstairs. He couldn't bear the emotional torment, and in the slanting darkness of the building, he confessed to her, and told her how many times he had watched her get on the bus.

"When did you like me?" Qi Luoling watched him quietly.

"The first time I saw you, I fell in love with you. You may think that this is too vulgar to be vulgar, but I am talking about real feelings. ”

Her slightly open lips shimmered strangely in the darkness, and his gaze stayed on hers for a moment.

He lowered his head and kissed her beautiful lips. She didn't refuse or resist, and naturally let it happen, and even he felt that she was a little submissive, as if he was also expecting this moment to happen. In her fragrant and warm lips, he felt her warmth, but also felt her faint sadness. He could feel her warmth, but he didn't know where her sorrow came from.

He followed her upstairs to the door. He had only been to this house once, the time he had shown her the house, even though he had found it for him.

Slowly and cautiously, she pushed open the door, as if she had carefully opened a door for him, opened the door in his heart, and let him enter the world of his own.

The house was neat and simple, and it didn't seem to let people peek into more stories in her heart. When she came to this room, in the warm atmosphere of home, her smile seemed to be more, her attitude was gentle, and the mystery of Gao Leng gradually dispelled a lot.

When they got to the room, they kissed quietly for a while. Her upper body pressed against his body, and the softness of his chest made his heart sink deep into sweet cream like a strawberry on an ice cream. He kissed her earlobe, then looked up and looked at her expectantly.

Her face was flushed, her breath was short, her body trembled, she couldn't speak, she could only nod.

Coming to bed, they had sex. The whole process is like an incomparable piano piece, like a natural sound, a high-pitched or low-pitched melody, and the language becomes extremely humble.

Downstairs is Beethoven's "Pathos Sonata", the melody is full of pathos, hiding the tribulations of life, revealing the pain of the heart.

The sunlight poured in through the drawn curtains, and the room was dark, but her eyes glittered in the darkness, and he looked at her deep and boundless eyes for a long time, and saw a multicolor, a brilliant color, and the strongest end of the color was her soul. He could almost touch her soft soul.

However, this brilliant color only existed for a few seconds before fading like a tide. The fragrance of flowers spreads in the room. She buried her head deep in his chest, her long, slightly curly hair spreading out like flowers.

After intimate contact, he suddenly found that his body was no longer the same body, and he had become another self again from her soul in the blending of water and milk. Everyone comes from nothingness and goes back to nothingness. Mutual love between men and women is to alleviate the inherent loneliness of human beings and deepen their understanding of life through sex.

She hugged him tightly. In her arms, he felt warmth and comfort that he had never felt before, and the exhaustion and tiredness slowly hit him, and his consciousness was disintegrating little by little.

"I'm sleepy." He muttered,

"Sleep, sleep." She looked at him tenderly and kissed him softly on the forehead......