Yueyang Lake is actually a scenic spot, surrounded by mountains on three sides, close to the urban area, whether it is a bus or a subway, it can be directly reached, and the transportation lines are very mature.

Two years ago, Wen Jingyu quit her job with the Berlin Orchestra and returned to China, and the matter of getting a driver's license was postponed again and again, and she remembered her miserable driving school experience, and subject 2 could be described as her lifelong enemy.

With the mentality that she may not be able to get a driver's license in this life, Wen Jingyu has already thoroughly explored the public transportation in Luhai City, and is familiar with all routes.

Starting from her home to Yueyang Lake No. 1, Metro Line 3 can be direct, if it is a bus, you need to transfer once in the middle, the time and distance are doubled, but the advantage is that you can enjoy the scenery along the way from the city to the Yueyang Lake Scenic Area.

The appointment time with Zhou Haoyin was half past nine in the morning, Wen Jingyu got up early, and got on the bus without hesitation.

After more than 50 minutes, I had to walk along the short slope to reach the main entrance of Yueyang Lake No. 1 after getting off the bus.

I haven't been here for a long time, but the scenery here is still so pleasing to the eye.

The security personnel at the door registered her identity, because it is an ultra-low plot ratio villa area, if you don't want to go out of breath under the scorching sun, you still have to rely on the ferry.

As soon as she got into the car after reporting the house number, Zhou Haoyin's WeChat came, and she was worried that Wen Jingyu would not be able to find a location.

Yin Yin: [Miss Wen, do you want me to come out and pick you up?] 】

Just as Wen Jingyu bowed her head to reply to the message, a slate-gray Bentley passed by her.

When I looked up again, the scenery became more and more familiar.

Turn left and Liang Xiaohan's home, but he usually lives in the city, but Xiao Yun has always lived here.

Wen Jingyu was thinking about when to visit Xiao Yun, and the shuttle bus turned right at the fork in the road.

No. 18 in the South District, Zhou Haoyin told her the location.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the courtyard gate, a crisp female voice sounded excitedly: "Miss Wen!" ”

Wen Jingyu looked up at the voice, and Zhou Haoyin was standing on the open-air balcony on the second floor waving at her.

She also raised her arm to say hello, thanked the driver, and got out of the car with the piano case.

The imposing carved bronze door slowly opens to reveal a large manicured lawn with automatic sprinklers working tirelessly on a hot day.

Wen Jingyu sighed that the Zhou family may have some artistic cells, and the green plants in this courtyard are well cared for and full of artistic conception, which is much stronger than the garden that Wen Yuyang himself is messing with.

To the left of the lawn was the garage, and she could see the black Cullinan, workers with water cannons to wash the foam off the tires, and a legendary Porsche 918Spyder parked side by side.

"Welcome, welcome!"

Zhou Haoyin ran downstairs happily, ran to Wen Jingyu's side and grabbed her arm.

"Miss Yinyin, are you going to prepare tea or coffee?"

The housekeeping aunt asked and handed Wen Jingyu a pair of clean indoor slippers.

"Miss Wen, what do you want to drink? There is also milk and freshly squeezed juices. ”

"Black tea, thank you."

The two came to the living room, and the decoration in the house also showed the elegant taste of the owner, without splendor, exaggerated and flashy nouveau riche decoration, the colors were unified and coordinated, and the furniture was simple and atmospheric.

Although the style is low-key, Wen Jingyu can see that a lot of work has been put into everything, and the more unrecognizable the price, the more staggering it is, such as the abstract decorative painting on the wall, which she saw at Christie's last autumn auction, and the starting price was eight figures.

"This is my uncle's house, and I usually come here for a short stay if I have a holiday." Zhou Haoyin's expression was a little embarrassed, "My uncle is a single widow, he is so miserable and lonely, and his family is not popular." ”

“……”

Wen Jingyu doesn't know much about Cantonese vocabulary, so is Zhou Haoyin's uncle widowed and old?

But when she thought about it, it didn't seem to matter if she could live in such an artistic house, she was old and lonely.

The housekeeping aunt was very caring, not only served hot tea, but also prepared a plate of crispy baguette slices with truffle butter, but Wen Jingyu didn't have too much thought to taste it carefully, and only took a break of more than ten minutes before grabbing Zhou Haoyin and starting class.

Because the class of a week was compressed to two days, the schedule was very tight, and after the lunch break, it was followed by more than 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is ready to go down and the hot air outside is slowly starting to cool down.

"Miss Wen, I've always been curious, you should also play the violin, right?"

"Yes." Wen Jingyu wiped the bow and said, "Actually, I used to practice violin, starting at the age of five and turning the viola at the age of twelve. ”

Zhou Haoyin sighed: "Wow, so that sentence is true, all violists are violinists." ”

Wen Jingyu smiled: "What about you, why do you suddenly want to turn to the middle mention?" ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Haoyin had a headache: "The school in Hong Kong requires each of us to take one instrument, and the piano doesn't count, so I chose the violin, but you know that there are a lot of people who play the violin now, and I don't think there is any personality." ”

As she spoke, she thought again: "Miss Wen, I want to hear you play the violin, do you want to give it a try?" ”

"But I don't have a piano at hand right now."

"I have!"

Zhou Haoyin said that the wind is the rain, ran back to the bedroom in three steps and two steps, and when she came back, she really had a violin in her hand.

Wen Jingyu took it and adjusted the pitch, raised her eyes and asked her, "What's the good thing about playing a song?" ”

Compared with the viola, the solo repertoire of the violin is simply countless, and Zhou Haoyin let her play at will.

"Then let's have a piece of music that I still remember."

"Yes, yes."

The sad and pathetic melody sounds, which is the theme song of the movie Schindler's List, and Wen Jingyu chooses the part of the violin solo.

Although she hadn't touched the violin for a long time, Wen Jingyu didn't play a single note at all, and she didn't even play a single note wrong without a score.

Zhou Haoyin listened fascinated from the sidelines, she knew that such a technique would take time and sweat accumulation.

The sound of music echoed in the living room, and Zhou Rongye heard it in the hallway.

After the driver parked the car, he got off work first, and the boss was unusually today, coming back very early, and even taking him home earlier.

The housekeeper took the blazer that Zhou Rongye took off, and just wanted to turn his head to inform Zhou Haoyin, but Zhou Rongye shook his head at her, raised his index finger and made a silent movement.

The two figures in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were facing away from him.

Wen Jingyu wore a lake-blue thin suspender dress today, which made her already fair skin more translucent, her long black hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, and the beautiful butterfly bones on her back were clearly visible under her action of pulling the bow on the piano.

The last note landed, and Zhou Haoyin's breath was finally released, and she applauded without hesitation.

In addition to her excited praise, there was also a more restrained applause coming from behind itself.

Both turned back at the same time.

"Uncle, you're back!"

Zhou Haoyin jumped and ran towards the man next to the sofa.

Wen Jingyu froze on the spot, her eyes were full of unconcealable surprise, and she even forgot to say hello.

It turned out that the single widow uncle in Zhou Haoyin's mouth was Zhou Rongye.

……

The sunset faded, and the ink color soaked the sky little by little.

Wen Jingyu couldn't resist Zhou Haoyin's kind invitation, so she stayed and had dinner with them.

It was only when she sat on the dining chair that she came to her senses and gradually digested this somewhat absurd fact, and I have to say that the fate between the uncle and nephew and her is quite deep.

She quietly looked at Zhou Rongye, who was sitting opposite her.

Before the meal, he went back to his room to take a shower, changed into a light gray sportswear before going downstairs, his hair was half-dry, and he left behind the serious appearance of his usual suit and leather shoes, and his temperament was not so sharp.

Looks younger, but a bit like a handsome senior on a college campus who is sought after by little girls.

"Let me introduce you officially, Miss Wen, this is my uncle, Zhou Rongye."

Of course Wen Jingyu knows what this name is, and she even knows how to write the three words "Zhou Rongye".

It's just that Zhou Haoyin's introduction made her a little embarrassed to confess, so she smiled unnaturally and said "Luckily" to the other side.

Maybe she was wrong, Zhou Rongye seemed to be staring at her and hooked the corners of her mouth, and the look was also intriguing.

Fortunately, he didn't expose it, when Zhou Haoyin finished introducing Wen Jingyu, he still said hello very cooperatively, and almost didn't say "First time meeting, please advise".

"Miss Wen, you eat more, you're welcome."

Zhou Haoyin felt that she was acting as a kind of "intermediary" at this dinner table, after all, the uncle and the teacher did not know each other, so she could only rely on her to adjust the atmosphere.

"Thank you Yinyin, you don't have to take care of me, I'll clip it myself after eating."

Wen Jingyu looked at the food that was about to pile up in front of her, and sighed that the little girl's enthusiasm was always so direct.

The aunt of the Zhou family's cooking skills is really good, three people have eight dishes, she thought it was all there was done, but she ended up serving another dish halfway.

When the lid of the plate was lifted, it was still steaming, and when you looked closely, it was actually steamed butter crab.

Zhou Rongye casually pushed the table turntable, Wen Jingyu watched the plate of crabs get closer and closer to her, and finally stopped steadily in front of her.

"Eat more."

He said this to her.

Wen Jingyu suddenly remembered the dinner that day, when she lost her appetite and her favorite butter crab didn't move, and she did feel a little regretful when she thought about it later.

As a result, the one in front of her now was even bigger.

"That's right, Miss Wen, this crab is fragrant, eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Haoyin directly brought down the crab belt plate and put it in front of Wen Jingyu, she peeked at Zhou Rongye with her spare eyes, and sighed in her heart that beauties are really popular everywhere, and even the uncle has learned to take the initiative to take care of people.

After a meal, Wen Jingyu almost ate it.

When she said goodbye, Zhou Rongye also followed her out of the villa, and Wen Jingyu thought he was here to see him off.

"I'll send you back."

As he spoke, he unlocked the black Cullinan in the garage.

"It's okay, I'll just take a taxi."

"It's hard to get a taxi here." Zhou Rongye glanced at her with an inexplicable smile, "Get in the car, Teacher Wen." ”

“……”

Yueyang Lake No. 1 is built on the mountainside, covering a huge area, just driving in the community can make people dizzy.

Wen Jingyu sat on the co-pilot and slandered, fortunately Zhou Rongye was willing to send her, otherwise it would be a physical task to walk to the door of the community.

"There's still class tomorrow, right?"

Zhou Rongye put the steering wheel and looked ahead without squinting.

"Yes, Yin Yin's future classes will be adjusted to this time, and I will come to the house to teach her."

"I'll have the driver pick you up tomorrow, Friday and Saturday every week, right?"

Wen Jingyu refused without thinking about it: "The bus or subway is very convenient to get here, and there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

As if expecting her reaction, Zhou Rongye said lightly: "Yin Yin said that you refused to charge her extra class fees, and sacrificed your rest days in order to give her lessons, so you should be a subsidy for the driver." ”

"I gave Yin Yin a lesson because I like her, so I don't have to be so polite."

"You're the one to be polite."

The path ahead was about to turn, and Zhou Rongye smoothly hit the direction with one hand.

"We're already acquainted, don't be too outlooked, Mr. Wen."

His voice of "Teacher Wen" seemed to be joking, but he had always called her "Miss Wen" one by one before.

This made Wen Jingyu involuntarily start to recall, carefully taking stock of her performance every time she dealt with Zhou Rongye.

After all, the other party's current identity is a student's parent, and she hopes that she will create a good image of being a teacher.

The car drove to the main gate of the community, and the exit pole had just been lifted, and there was a sudden burst of arrogant sports car sound on the main road outside, which scared Wen Jingyu into a thrill.

She was secretly scolding in her heart for making noise at night, and the next second the initiator turned a corner and prepared to enter the community.

When she saw the license plate, Wen Jingyu's eyes twitched.

That Aston Martin DBS is the car of Liang Xiaohan, a ghost who lacks morality.

The two cars met at the main entrance, knowing that there was a blind spot in the line of sight, Liang Xiaohan couldn't see her in the passenger seat, but Wen Jingyu still subconsciously turned his head.

The two haven't been in touch since the last time they didn't say goodbye at dinner, or Wen Jingyu didn't contact each other unilaterally, and she would only come out to respond a few words when chatting in the group.

Liang Xiaohan should be used to her intermittent seizures, and he didn't ask in private.

Wen Jingyu's trance was seen by Zhou Rongye, he glanced at the main driver's rearview mirror, and the taillights of the sports car had disappeared into the night.