With a "squeak", as the door was pushed open, the light of the corridor poured in, and Fu Jichen could see clearly, the dimly lit concert hall was empty, and the rows of seats extended down in a stepped pattern.

Fu Jichen walked in, his leather shoes on the tiled floor, and a dull echo sounded. He casually closed the door, and the light from the hallway disappeared as the door closed, and the light in the hall dimmed by a degree.

There were only a few dim lights on the ceiling, and Fu Jichen looked at the big stage in front of him, there was no performance, no rehearsal, and the dark gray curtain was closed.

Fu Jichen had a trace of doubt in his heart, he stepped down one step and then another step, but he never saw anyone.

He turned his head and looked around, but no one had walked in.

After a few moments, he was sure it was an empty concert hall.

Could it be that Shen Jianian made a mistake?

With this thought, Fu Jichen took a few steps forward, stopped in the aisle of the third row of seats, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, clicked on WeChat, and sent a message to Shen Jianian.

Poked the input method with his fingertips, typed out a few words, asked her where she was, and before she could click send, there was a sudden movement on the stage.

Fu Jichen was startled, looked away from the screen of his mobile phone, and looked straight ahead.

The curtain that had just closed slowly moved to both sides, and there seemed to be a person sitting in the middle, and because of the dim light, only the slender silhouette of the person could be seen, and he was holding something in his arms.

Fu Jichen paused, forgot to send a message, looked at the figure in a daze, and quickly recognized that it was Shen Jianian.

A dazzling white spotlight lit up at this time, impartial, just hitting that figure, enough for Fu Jichen to see clearly, that was Shen Jiannian.

She sat on a wooden chair, wearing a red dress, her black hair half pulled up, and the rest hung down in front of her and behind her, hugging the lute.

The light was very bright, illuminating her hair, cheeks, fingers, and clothes with a faint white light, and that layer of light seemed to be plated on her, and the fairy aura was faint, so beautiful and dreamy.

Fu Jichen was stunned, he didn't move, and the screen of the mobile phone he was holding in his hand dimmed until the screen was turned off.

Shen Jianian on the stage pursed his lips slightly and glanced at the man in the audience. The man standing in the aisle was dressed in a luxurious pure black suit, with a structured posture, outstanding temperament, and an amazingly handsome face, especially his eyes, which were so deep that people could indulge in them without knowing it.

Shen Jianian's heart was full of deer, and she needed to control it with all her strength to hold her thoughts, she cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound calmer, but as soon as she spoke, her voice was still tight: "This piece is played for you alone." ”

I remember that Fu Jichen once joked that when he would play the pipa at home to show him, he also said that he had only seen her play the cello, but he had never seen her play the pipa.

Therefore, she specially prepared today, rented a concert hall in the theater, carefully selected a beautiful antique long gauze dress, pulled up her hair, and played it for him alone.

Fu Jichen came back to his senses slightly, but he didn't take his eyes off her, and sat in the seat in the aisle in the third row, as if he had walked into a dream created for him by others, immersed in it.

Shen Jianian raised a hand and gently plucked the strings, the pipa sound flowed in the concert hall, as the tune became more and more urgent, Fu Jichen's heart was also held high, and then, the tune gradually eased, and his heart was gently put down.

That hand didn't feel like it was plucking the strings, it was more like it was teasing his heart.

Shen Jianian occasionally raised his eyes to look at him, and occasionally lowered his eyes to look at the pipa in his arms, he couldn't let go of it at first, but he was also immersed in it in the end.

She is the one who makes dreams and the one who dreams of them.

The last note poured out, Shen Jianian raised his fingers slightly, and left the strings, but he was still sitting there, staring at the people in the audience fixedly.

Fu Jichen stood up, his eyes were infinitely affectionate, and when he spoke, his tone was slightly regretful: "I should have prepared a bouquet of flowers in advance, what should I do now?" ”

Shen Jianian also stood up holding the pipa, she was on the high stage, looking at him, there was a condescending feeling, she smiled, and said, "I'm ready." ”

Fu Jichen didn't understand: "Huh? ”

Shen Jiannian turned from the steps on the side of the stage to the backstage, and then went around from the backstage, just like magic, the pipa in his arms turned into a bouquet of flowers, which was a blooming peony with roses.

She handed the flowers to Fu Jichen: "Aren't there flowers?" ”

Fu Jichen lifted his eyelids, still not understanding what she meant. He wanted to offer her a bouquet of flowers after she finished playing a song for him, and now she had prepared the flowers herself, which made him a little dazed.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Shen Jianian curled his lips and smiled and handed the flower into his arms: "Yours." ”

Fu Jichen, who looked confused, repeated her words, and the last note raised slightly: "Mine? ”

Shen Jianian didn't explain, only nodded.

Until Fu Jichen found a heart-shaped card in the middle of the flowers, he took out the card with his index finger and middle finger, and turned it to the side with words, on which two lines of words were written with a black and gold signature pen, and the font was juanxiu, which came from Shen Jiannian's hand.

Zhu Fu:

Happy birthday! Happy forever!

Fu Jichen pinched the card, carefully studied the words on it, and read it word by word. It was obviously a short two-line word, but he looked at it for a long time, and when he saw the end, he didn't seem to know these words.

He finally understood, raised his eyes, and looked at his wife standing in front of him in red, not only with a surprised expression, but also with a surprised tone: "This is...... Flowers you gave me? ”

Shen Jianian nodded solemnly, and his fingers touched the petals a few times: "Each one was carefully selected by me, and I personally packaged it." ”

Under the guidance of the flower shop owner, she wrapped the flowers and wrote a card by hand and inserted it inside.

The expression on Fu Jichen's face transitioned from surprise to crying and laughing: "How could you think of giving me flowers?" Moreover, how can a woman give a man flowers? ”

"Don't you like it?"

Looking at her expectant gaze, Fu Jichen couldn't say anything else: "I like it." After a pause, he added, "And the pipa you play, I like it too." ”

Everything about her, he liked.

The corners of Shen Jianian's lips rose little by little, looked at him for a moment, and said, "You wait for me, I'll go change my clothes, and then we'll go to dinner, and I'll book a restaurant." ”

Fu Jichen grabbed her wrist when she turned around, and was reluctant to let her change out of this stunning red dress: "Your clothes look good, wear them." ”

Shen Jianian didn't blush before, but now the temperature on his face has risen by his words, and he knows that his face is very red without looking in the mirror. She looked down at the red gauze skirt on her body, the hem was slightly long, almost dragging to the ground, the wide sleeves were like clouds, and the waist was tied with a tie.

"It's too eye-catching to wear this to dinner." Shen Jianian covered half of his face and whispered.

Fu Jichen imagined for a moment, as soon as she entered the restaurant, everyone's eyes turned to her, staring at her...... His eyebrows frowned slightly: "Go and change." ”

Shen Jiannian turned around, just took two steps, and was once again held by Fu Jichen's hand, he suppressed his voice and said, "Keep the clothes, take them back to wear." ”

Shen Jianian didn't know what to think of, and his already flushed face turned even redder.

Fu Jichen stood in the corridor holding the flowers and waited, and Shen Jianian went to the locker room to change clothes.

At the end of the opera performance in Concert Hall 4, the audience came out of the front and back doors one after another, and inadvertently looked back, and noticed that in the corridor outside Concert Hall 6 not far away, a young and handsome man was standing there holding a delicate flower, looking at his figure, as if he was waiting for someone, because he was facing the crowd sideways, but no one recognized him.

Some people even felt that this picture was too romantic, and couldn't help but take out their mobile phones and take a blurry photo of him......

Shen Jianian changed her clothes, came out of the locker room, carried a square bag cross-legged, held her pipa, and trotted towards Fu Jichen, the hair in front of her raised behind her back with her running movements.

The hair was not tidied up, it was still the same as before, half of the hair was pulled up on the side of the head, a small hairpin was fixed, the bangs were combed obliquely, and a few strands hung down on the side of the ear.

Walking closer and looking at Fu Jichen holding flowers in his arms, Shen Jianian couldn't help but smile, as if he ...... There is a little sense of disobedience.

Fu Jichen knew what she was laughing at, and he didn't break it.

When the two left the theater, it was raining. Shen Jianian looked at the wet ground and held Fu Jichen's hand that didn't hold the flower, he was forced to stop and turned his head to look at her: "What's wrong?" ”

Shen Jianian said: "I want to celebrate your birthday, but I don't know if you need it." ”

Shen Jiannian's originally high mood became a little low as the rain fell, because she remembered Fu Jichen's life experience, his biological mother died after giving birth to him.

She wasn't sure if he wanted to celebrate the birthday.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Jichen held the flower in one hand and was held by her in the other, he couldn't free his hand to touch her face, so he outlined her eyebrows with his eyes, "Just like you wrote on the card, I'm very happy today." As long as you are by my side, I will always be happy. ”

glanced at the outline, and the text still has a drop in the plot to end!

However, there will be extra...... _(:з"∠)_