Chapter Fifty-Seven: You Are the One Who Plays My Piano
That instinctive fear of death swept over, I wanted to go back and see who was going to kill me, but in the end I didn't move, the sniper would have done it if he wanted to shoot, he must not have wanted to kill me yet, I still thought about it calmly, "tick tock" I could hear the sound of my heartbeat, five seconds later, the infrared laser irradiation suddenly disappeared, and I turned my head sharply, but there was no suspicious figure behind me, no movement.
I know that this is a warning from the other party, look at that skillful body must be a professional sniper, under the extremely strict control of guns on the mainland, who can be so powerful? Who is he? What is the reason? When I go home and lie in bed, I have been thinking about this question, is my life so fragile? Just in the hands of others? I have a headache thinking, let's sleep, and I have to go out with Jing tomorrow, this is the big thing, my silence is all I have. The red newborn sun slowly walked through the pine forests of the campus, revealing the mist-shrouded Gupinggang in the distance.
In this enchanting morning dance, in this sunny spring, my love with Jing is like this pine forest after rain and dew, fresh and pleasant. It was another Sunday morning, and I was standing downstairs in the quiet girls' dormitory early in the morning. Jing's little bag strap was broken, and I promised Jing to take her to Xinjiekou today to buy her a bag. I knew that the value of the bag I used was a white-collar worker's salary for a year, so this time I made full preparations, and brought an internal group supreme credit card that combines savings and credit lines and is forever free of annual fees, which my mother left me to use in an emergency, I think I am urgent enough now, and my life will be gone at any time, and I don't know who did it when I die, which is really depressing.
This kind of bad mood of being threatened with death must be hidden, and it must not affect Xiao Jing's mood, I must buy a limited edition Louis Vuitton or Chanel for Jing in the luxury stores of Golden Eagle, Oriental Mall, Deji or Jinling, or it will be Hermes, but Hermes has at least 300,000 platinum inlays, if Jing takes a fancy to the platinum inlay, then my poor credit card may be bursting. The date time has long passed, and when I called Jing, her mobile phone turned off, hehe, this big beauty must be sleeping lazy. Be patient, look at the flowers, look at the grass, and look at the scenery in the distance.
But an hour and a half had passed, and occasionally passing students would look at me suspiciously, and a security guard on campus would watch me directly and vigilantly from a distance, presumably taking me for a lewd thief in the girls' dormitory. I was standing there as unnatural as I could, and I really wanted to rush upstairs and lift her quilt and gently spank her little ass, I seemed to be a little bit of that?
When I was standing there and about to pass out, Jing finally came out and came to me in a sexy one-step skirt with small broken steps. Through the soft sunlight, you can clearly see that Jing Meishuang's face is not makeup at all, it is indeed the appearance of just crawling out of the bed, but it is more beautiful and lovely, I really want to hug her and bite her. The expression was very modest and the tone was very gentle, "Jing, why did it take so long to go downstairs?", Jing squinted at me: "What's wrong? Are you impatient?"
"No, no, then how can it be! Sleep to nourish the skin, it is said that beautiful women sleep lazily, the longer I sleep, the more beautiful it is, the skin is whiter and more tender than milk. Jing ignored my flattering words, swayed gracefully curved, and walked straight forward with me as air. "Goo-dong" I swallowed, smiling like a servant and hurried after him. After eating breakfast with Jing, stepping on the refreshing spring breeze, accompanied by the occasional chirping of birds, Jing and I walked on the landscape road planted with a lot of flowers, and the mood was exceptionally sunny.
Jing suggested going to the bookstore to see what good new books Aragi had, and I immediately seconded it. Although I have never liked to read books and have no leisure, I am still happy to give my full support to Jing, a good child who loves to read. Soon came to this book edifice that has been around for decades, and may be even older. As soon as you walk in the door, you will give people a sense of tranquility from the inside, and the scent of books exudes a respectful atmosphere. The whole ground floor was very quiet and almost no one spoke. With the open bookshelves, students and citizens in the past have consciously handled them lightly and picked up what they need.
Jing's favorite books are art books, some of which are her must-read majors. Jing watched her beloved dance art revel in the sea of books, while I looked at Jing obsessively, the books, hands, fragrant shoulders, hair, and side face formed the most beautiful picture scroll engraved in my mind at this moment. I don't know how long it took, Jing raised her head and blushed her little face: "Why do you keep staring at people like a big **?" "Because my Jing is so beautiful, I can't see enough!" In front of Jing, my face is getting thicker and thicker now, and the fleshy love words come when I open my mouth.
Jing Na I had no choice, so I pretended to be angry and put down the book, walked to the escalator, and stood up with my calf as soon as I took a step. I quickly followed, leaning against Jing's graceful buttocks, and Jing turned her head and glared at me coquettishly, and I pretended not to know anything and looked at the ceiling (in fact, I was giggling inwardly, enjoying Jing's tenderness). The second floor is a multi-purpose level with a dining room, a washroom, a sofa for lounging and a simple small stage. On the stage there is a piano and a dozen guitars hanging behind the piano
It's a small shop-in-shop for musical instruments, and these instruments are for people to try and buy. I casually took a classical guitar and played a piece of [Romance of Love] Jing listened to me play very attentively, smiling: "I didn't expect your well-developed body to have a head with a bit of artistic cells!" I raised my head exaggeratedly, "That's, don't look at whose boyfriend I am!" By the way, Jing, can you bring me a piece of your professional piano?" Jing didn't speak, but still sat in front of the piano obediently, and with a slender jade hand stroking the piano keys, a burst of mountains and rivers seemed to fall from the sky.
When the beautiful prelude passed suddenly a powerful harmony, the poignant [fairy tale] instantly resounded in the hall, professional is professional in the end, scale, arpeggios, pitch, every note of the beating and the grasp of rhythm is beyond the reach of me, an amateur music lover. Jing's hair seemed to float without wind, and the euphemistic melody immediately made the idle people in the hall gather towards Jing. Gradually, it seemed that a live piano recital was formed, and some people couldn't help but hum along. My Jing, my wife is a big star at the moment.
In fact, Jing is already an official actor in the front-line song and dance troupe, but her fame is not great, the main reason is that Jing does not participate in any entertainment, does not let others package herself, does not hype up or engage in gossip news, and does not have any scandals, this is my versatile Jing, when the performance is over, the applause is endless. Although I am not a music major, I can understand the deeper meaning of the music played by the Jing Piano, that is, "My piano, you are the one who plays!"