Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 38 Raw and Cooked Rice 2
"The other three-quarters are Italian. My grandmother is Chinese, so I can be considered one-quarter Chinese," Magalio said.

"Uh——" I looked at him, then shook my head and said, "But you don't seem to have Chinese blood, you look completely Italian. Hey, your Chinese is really good."

Margaret shrugged: "Everyone in our family can speak Chinese fluently."

I looked at him again: "Italy is a paradise for artists, the birthplace of the European Renaissance, with rich culture, the best beaches, a large number of mountains where you can ski, countless museums, many famous murals and sculptures, but ……hey-hey."

"But what?" asked Magalio with a smile.

"But...hehe, but Italian men are a bit of a jerk, and they have no gender in love. It is said that most of the men there are both male and female, and they are very stingy financially. They will never give a penny to people including Wife's outsider." I said.

"Rumours, it's all rumors," Magalio said.

"Hey." I said.

Not far away, there was a faint singing voice, which was "Because of Love" by Eason Chan and Faye Wong: "...Because love will not be sad easily, so everything looks like happiness. Because love grows simply, it is still ready for you at any time crazy……"

When I listen to the song, I can't help but sigh.

"What's the matter?" Margario asked with a smile.

"No, it's just a feeling." I said.

"For love?" asked Magalio.

I sighed again, and I asked, "Do you believe in love? Do you believe that there is such a thing as true love in this world?" Before Margaret could answer, I said, "I believe in love! I believe in true love!" I snorted: "...Because love grows simply, it can still be crazy for you at any time..."

I picked up the cup in my hand, drank it in one gulp, and there was only half a cup of black coffee without sugar left. Then I stood up and said, "I'm sleepy and I'm going to bed. Goodbye, Magalio."

Looking at me with deep blue eyes, Magalio asked, "Goodbye—Surala, when will we meet again?"

I was taken aback: "What?"

Magalio said, "Didn't you say goodbye just now? Let me ask you, when will we meet again?"

I said: "That depends on God's arrangement." After finishing speaking, I left without looking back.

A night without dreams.

Woke up the next day to find that the weather was fine.The sun showed a smiling face little by little, and the bright sunlight passed through the curtains a little bit, and a little bit of shadows came in vaguely.

As usual, there was a text message from Cheng Yiming on the mobile phone: "Lala, I went to the seminar. I hope you have a good time." ——I am not Grandma Liu, so Cheng Yiming is not worried that I will disappear.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

Then, I stood at the window and looked out.

Hong Kong is a bustling international metropolis, consisting of Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Peninsula, the inland areas of the New Territories, and 262 large and small islands.

Not far from the downstairs of the hotel, there are two young big boys. They are piled up with musical instruments on the side of the road, playing the violin and the harpsichord, sometimes in a duet, sometimes alone, A very professional posture.

People came and went on the street, people came and went, went and came again, three or two people stopped, stood in front of the boy, listened for a while, then dispersed, and someone stopped , listening again.

After I stood at the window and looked at it for a while, I suddenly became interested.

Go downstairs and get closer to listen.

The two boys were not handsome, nor tall, with dark skin, thin, and thin. One had pimples all over his face, and the other was more handsome with long hair and a ponytail combed behind him. But they have a strong so-called artist temperament.

Where am I standing.

Listened and listened, listened and listened.

Maybe it's because I look too focused, or maybe it's because I stand for too long.People on the road come and go, in a hurry, or stop for a while, or pass by, just me in particular, standing there, looking like forever.Two boys noticed me, and the one with the long hair nodded at me.

I smiled back at him.

Later, the long-haired boy was probably tired, so he stopped, found a bottle of mineral water in the bag next to him to drink, and asked me in Cantonese while drinking, "Can you play instrumental music?"

I replied in Mandarin: "I can play the erhu."

The long-haired boy was surprised, and asked in not-so-fluent Mandarin, "Can you play the erhu?"

I said: "Yeah."

The long-haired boy took out an erhu from a big bag, and asked, "Do you want to play it?"

Oddly enough, I actually said, "Okay."

Although it was a trick of the class, although it was insignificant, but I couldn't help itching my hands on a whim, and I really wanted to perform.I have never tried this before, in a strange city, on a street full of people coming and going.

It doesn't matter, even if it is the level of kindergarten, so what?Anyway, if you don't play well, you don't need to go to jail or pay a fine. What are you afraid of?The big deal is the booing of others.

I played my favorite repertoire, "Blessed Lovers"-even without looking at the score, I can play it with my eyes closed.After playing a song, a pedestrian came over, took out money, and put it in a small paper box next to it.So I played "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" again. The erhu sound of "babbling" lingered in the bottom of my heart, entangled in the wind, danced, and drifted away.

The short-haired boy was surprised: "Are you in music?"

I said, "No, it's just a hobby."

The short-haired boy praised: "It's not bad, even amateurs have this level."

I smiled: "Thank you."

Someone applauds.

I looked up and saw Fang Zisu.

Oh, wherever you go, you will be full of beauty.Wearing the signature big black super, wearing Levis brand jeans, pure white embroidered silk wrinkle fabric long shirt, wearing a belt of the same color as jeans around the waist, coupled with SWAROVSKI necklace and bracelet, it seems simple and casual , but it is genuine violet crystal.The shoes are white stiletto sandals with colorful and gorgeous rhinestones, which complement the bright red nail polish on her toenails.

"Huh? You are really a god. Hong Kong is so big and there are so many people. You can still follow me like a ghost." I was not surprised.

Fang Zisu was listless, lifted her chin feebly, and raised her chin to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel not far away: "I'm right there, I happened to be standing at the window looking over here, and I saw you, so I came down."

I said "oh".

After putting down the erhu, Fang Zisu and I sat on the bench next to each other, basking in the sun, watching the prosperity around us, people coming and going on the road, and heavy traffic.

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(End of this chapter)