Atypical Cafe Love

Mao is Chen Songmao, he is the exception.When Ning Siqin picked up the porridge bowl, the porridge inside was still hot.He finally couldn't help asking: "Do you still remember, I once told you that if you take the initiative to inquire about my past, we will break up."

Chen Songmao looked confused: "I remember. I have been waiting for you to take the initiative to explain to me."

"If the things I explain are... special. The content of my explanation is different from the general rumors," Ning Siqin asked again, "Do you also believe it?"

"Of course I believe it. Why do you ask? When did I not believe you?"

You don't believe me right now!Ning Si Qin thought.A bitter anger suddenly rushed up for no reason, he sat up straight suddenly, and approached Chen Songmao: "Then you didn't check my affairs at the university yourself? You never checked?"

Please say yes!His heart was almost screaming, pleading.Please say yes!Please still be honest with me!I don't want you to be the second person to treat me like Jack I don't want you to give up on me based on rumors—

Chen Songmao's face was calm: "I never took the initiative to check your past in college, I promise you with everything."

——But even you gave up on me just relying on rumors.

After Chen Songmao went out, he took a taxi himself and went to the provincial theater.It's not for tracking—at this point, he just waits for Chen Songmao to have a showdown with him.But he never wanted to be stabbed again suddenly by the same knife that once stabbed him when he was unprepared—he wanted to know who else told Chen Songmao about this matter, maybe it was the one who told Jack three years ago thing people.

He waited for half an hour at the gate of the provincial theater.Finally, a person walked into the door, and Ning Siqin could recognize him even ten meters away.

Zhuo Huarong, no wonder.But why is he here? !He is obviously not in City A!

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the person in charge he knew. He dialed half of the number, managed to hold himself, and deleted it.He thought for a while, and made another call: "Excuse me, is there a Mr. Zhuo Huarong in your place?"

"Yes. What can you do?"

"Ah, there is something wrong with the invoice/ticket he issued to us yesterday, is it the one from your logistics department? You tell him that—"

"Wait a minute." The other party interrupted him, "You mean Mr. Zhuo Huarong? Excellent Zhuo? He is not from our logistics department."

"Isn't it? Then he is?"

"Mr. Zhuo is Master Z's assistant. Master Z will come here to give a concert next month, and he came to arrange it first."

"Huh? Sorry, maybe I made a typo."

When Ning Siqin hung up the phone, his face was pale.He immediately made another call, this time to the person he knew: "Master Z's assistant, who is it?"

He even forgot to add a polite address, and the other party was taken aback for a moment: "What's the matter? His name is Zhuo Hua...what's the matter, Zhuo Huarong."

"How could it be him?" Ning Siqin asked urgently, "Isn't it Assistant Zhu?"

"Assistant Zhu was suddenly ill, so he was replaced temporarily. He is still a newcomer. We only found out when he arrived." The other party said.

Ning Siqin even forgot to say thank you, he hung up the phone in a daze, his hands drooping.

It was he who introduced Chen Songmao to the job of the provincial theater, but instead made him know Zhuo Huarong—calculating the time, the first meeting between him and Zhuo Huarong was before he met Jack.

How ironic, it seemed like fate refused to let him have a good time.

He stood in the street for a while, with a thousand thoughts, and finally boiled them down to one thought:

If this matter is still unavoidable, at least he should take the initiative to bring it up this time.

In the end, Qin Ruohan personally drove him back home from Yayun Cafe.

Ning Siqin went directly to the 11th floor.He opened the door with the key, thinking that if Chen Songmao was at home, maybe they would still have a chance to explain...but Chen Songmao was not at home.He looked around, and everything he saw pierced his eyes and pierced his heart—their two things mixed together in a very neat and harmonious way, and there were many things the two of them bought together, and The styles of the two are so different that anyone who looks at it will clearly know that there are two people living here.

Ning Siqin suddenly couldn't bear all this.

He rushed into the cloakroom, grabbed his suitcase, opened it, frantically threw everything that belonged to him into it, and randomly pressed them into the suitcase.When the suitcases were halfway piled up, he gradually calmed down, poured out all the things, reclassified them, and put them in. The rest of the suitcases were moved in the same way, and carefully arranged in order in the small suitcase.Some plush toy suitcases could no longer fit in them, so he took another big plastic bag to pack them.When stuffing the last piece of clothing into the box with difficulty, the zipper of the box couldn't be closed, Ning Siqin pulled it twice, let go, squatted there, and buried his head between his arms.

If Chen Songmao came home at this time, he would desperately explain to him.Whether Chen Songmao believed it or not, he knelt on the ground and begged him to explain.If Chen Songmao came back at this time, or even just a phone call; if he looked at Ning Siqin with that kind of sincere and gentle eyes, and said "I believe in you", Ning Siqin would be willing to let go of everything, no doubts He can leave it all behind, and he can act as if nothing happened on this day.

But Chen Songmao never came back.When Ning Siqin got up, his feet were already numb. He sat on the suitcase that was almost protruding from both sides for a while, and then he limped a little to the hall, wrote a short message, and put the key Precious and heavy on the top of the message.

[Collect your things by yourself, remember to return the key. 】

The note was written coldly and unfeelingly, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted Chen Songmao to come or not.

After all, Chen Songmao did not go to his house.

For the rehearsal the next day, he still asked for leave.

Contrary to most people's expectations, this does not affect his practice of the piano - any emotional trauma has not affected his practice of the piano since ten years ago, on the contrary, music is a place where he can escape from reality, a place where he can Let go of all thoughts other than music, a safe haven where you don't think about anything.He can immerse himself in it, hiding the existence of "himself" behind the music and turning it into nothingness.

But beyond that, he didn't even feel like he'd be safe getting to the rehearsal venue.

At noon, he received a call from Dai Fangquan. She was a little anxious on the phone: "How are you sick? Is it serious? Can you participate in Friday's performance?"

"The performance is fine. I'll go back to rehearse tomorrow." Ning Siqin gritted his teeth.They had been rehearsing for a long time for this performance, and he didn't want to be absent for the last few days.

"Really? Don't force it." Dai Fangquan's voice was worried, "But it would be the best if you could come back. Without you, the first violin part is a bit... How should I put it, I feel very uncomfortable to play alone. It's a lot of work. It's much easier when you're here."

Ning Siqin's level is basically the same as that of Dai Fangquan, and the current deputy principal of the first violin is slightly inferior to him. "Okay, I will definitely be there for rehearsal tomorrow, don't worry."

He was barely packed enough to go out the next day—after all, he had suffered too many blows since he was 20 years old.But when he was walking on the road, he knew where he was going, and everyone in the Galaxy Chamber Orchestra could be called a friend, but he still felt a cold sense of loneliness permeating his whole body.It was like the feeling he had when he walked alone on the streets of England, or when he came to City A alone.Just because one person is gone can make him or her feel isolated from the whole world.This tendency was dangerous, and once again he realized it was too late.

The difference is that he is not dependent on Chen Songmao - he loves Chen Songmao.

The two days at home did not damage Ning Siqin's skills, after all he would be more immersed in music in this state of mind.The orchestra performed very well, but Dai Fangquan's expression became more worried.Between rehearsals, she turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Ning Siqin shook his head, Dai Fangquan frowned, hesitated to speak, and finally turned back.After the rehearsal was over, when Ning Siqin was about to leave, she stopped her again: "Did you quarrel with Chen Songmao?"

The three words Chen Songmao had an immediate effect, and Ning Siqin's expression changed immediately.Dai Fangquan patted her head sympathetically: "What's the matter? Don't you always have a very good relationship, and this time the quarrel is particularly serious?"

Ning Siqin shook his head: "Don't ask."

He picked up the piano case and went straight away.Dai Fangquan tilted her head slightly, watched him go out, thought for a while, took out her mobile phone and called Zheng Zijun: "Zijun? Are you coming to the concert on Friday?"

There is no piano in their repertoire this time, so Zheng Zijun does not need to come to rehearse. "Of course!"

"I remember that you are relatively close to Chen Songmao, and you are also familiar with his friends." Dai Fangquan said, "Can you find out what's going on?"

Of course they couldn't hear it.Chen Songmao refused to say anything, and Qin Ruohan also refused to say it. Zhao Su rambled a lot, but in the end it all came down to one central thought: You can ask Ning Siqin himself.In the end, in desperation, Zheng Zijun dragged the most soft-hearted Rong Shan to the backstage of the concert hall.

That night, Ning Siqin received another text message from Chen Songmao: [Are you still angry?I really want to talk to you. 】

When he saw this text message, he was sitting on a chair in the backstage of the concert hall.Zheng Zijun was beside him helping him put away the violin, and the other troupe members were scattered around the backstage, sneaking concerned looks from time to time.He heard Rong Shan slipping out to make a phone call - the background was very noisy, but he still heard Chen Songmao's voice clearly.

If he had really known Chen Songmao, he would soften his heart when he knew the news.Maybe, just maybe, there is such a [-]% possibility... Chen Songmao would be willing to listen to an explanation for this moment's soft heart?

He typed a reply: [See you, Ya Yun. 】

The author has something to say: the end of the episode.Chapter 27 follows.

This extra episode has a little taste of defending Ning Siqin.It is said that he treats both of them equally, but the author, to be honest, prefers Siqin a little bit... From the perspective of Chen Songmao and his relatives and friends, perhaps the degree of honesty and dedication of the two people is indeed not complete They are equal, but this cannot be said to be Ning Siqin's fault, they both did their best within each other's capabilities.

The full text is over, as usual, please do not send txt or text packets to other websites.If it is so cold and someone passes on a briefcase, then I am really desperate for this world (but it seems that it is not a glorious thing that no one passes on a briefcase because of the cold? Meow?)

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