yellow sorghum

"No."

People are crowded.

Yu Minglang lifted the quilt, suddenly thought of something, looked back, and sure enough, Qi Sen was looking at him with resentful eyes.

He said helplessly, "You know."

In the end, Qi Sen sent him to the door. When we parted, I didn't know who came to the mountain first. The two kissed together at the entrance. Qi Sen kissed his ear and murmured: "I really don't want to let you go."

Yu Minglang smiled, and said in his heart, why not me?

Stepping out of this room, he and Qi Sen became strangers again, one is the young master of the Yu family, and the other is Zhu Ya's younger brother, these two people have never met before.

Qi Sen joined the Zhu family's company a month later. He was young and had little seniority. He might not be convinced by the high position, so Zhu Yixi arranged him at the grassroots level.

The man told him: "Take your time, anyway, this company will be yours in the future."

Zhu Yixi smiled kindly, and did not forget to pat Qi Sen on the shoulder. Qi Sen didn't have much opinion, but he only had one request. He wanted to join the finance department.

Although he was only a small employee in the finance department, the official had already heard the news that a person of great status had been airdropped, so when Qi Sen took office on the first day, the manager was very surprised. The friendliness, as if it is not a new employee, but a present leader.

"and then?"

Yu Minglang laughed out loud while lying on the bed, the earphones almost couldn't hang up.

"Then?" Qi Sen smiled lowly, his rustling voice tickled his heart, "there is no after."

"Ah..." Yu Minglang was a little disappointed, and rolled on the bed again. The bed was small and made a creaking sound, just like the people on the bed, excited, "My father...you know, I don't want to be so Go in early, let's talk about it after I finish my thesis."

Fortunately, Yu Zhengyan did not force him on this matter. Yu Zhengyan was in his prime of life, and it was when he was proud of his life that he would not delegate power so early.

The two of them were sticky on the bed and talked on the phone for a long time, and it took more than an hour to hang up. Wang Jia swayed down there with his legs crossed for a long time, and finally said: "The iron tree is blooming."

Zhu Ya majored in music, and it was only now that Yu Minglang knew that the girl he knew was a talented girl. After spending a lot of money abroad, she came back, and her net worth rose a bit, and she was sought after by others. No wonder Zhu Zheng liked her so much. Excellent girl, who doesn't like it.

With funds from Zhu's family, she held her first solo cello recital in China, and Yu Minglang was also invited. He ordered a flower basket and delivered it to the scene before anyone else. The recipient of the flower basket was Zhu's family. As soon as they heard that it was sent by the Yu family, Zhu Ya immediately sent her to the backstage. Zhu Ya was putting on makeup, wearing a tight black tube top skirt, outlining her beautiful curves.

The man gave her the flower basket: "Miss, this is from the Yu family."

Hearing this, Zhu Ya put down the lipstick in her hand, with a smile on her face, she took the flower basket, and put a small card on it, the pink blue style, very pleasing to girls, and a small circle of white thunder Si, delicate and cute.

It read: "I wish you success Yu Minglang"

There are only six words, the font is smooth, and every stroke is pleasing to the eye. Although there is nothing written, Zhu Ya is happy from the bottom of her heart. She puts the flower basket on the dressing table, and finally teases one with her hand. A pink and white rose, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Yu Minglang's seat is in the middle of the first row, with excellent sightlines, even the folds of the curtain can be seen clearly. Two people came from the Zhu family, Zhu Zheng and Zhu Ya's mother.

"Grandpa, aunt."

"Come on, sit here."

Zhu Zheng pointed to the other side of himself, and pulled Yu Minglang to sit down, wondering if he was satisfied with the address just now, the old man smiled more kindly.

He dragged people to chat in detail, talking about things, as if he was chatting about homework.

"This is Yaya's first recital, and it can be regarded as a graduation gift from her family."

Every time Zhu Zheng talked about his granddaughter, he couldn't stop talking about it. She was his favorite child, and she was a treasure everywhere.

"Yaya has been in contact with music since she was five years old. At that time, she didn't have a high level of piano hahahaha, once..."

"Sorry, I am late."

The old man was talking about the excitement when he was suddenly interrupted by someone. He was displeased for a while, and his eyes that were still smiling instantly turned cold. The young man stood behind Yu Minglang. Although he said he was sorry, his face Not the slightest bit of apology.

"There was a traffic jam on the road for a while, so I came late."

Zhu Zheng hummed, his eyes swept over Qi Sen quietly, and said casually, "Sit next to Ming Lang."

"it is good."

The recital soon began. Although Zhu Ya had just returned to China, she was quite well-known in the circle, bearing the title of beautiful cellist. In addition, the Yu family also invited some friends to come. In the huge concert hall, there was a sudden There were no empty seats.

The soft white light hit the girl in the center of the stage. She was wearing a tube top dress, her snow-white arms hugged the piano and held the bow, which formed a sharp contrast with the heavy-colored body of the piano.

In fact, Yu Minglang was not very interested in these elegant arts. He remained expressionless the whole time, pretending to listen carefully. When Zhu Zheng turned his head to talk to Zhu Ya's mother, Yu Minglang only felt his ears heat up. Qi Sen moved closer, and the distance between the two was no more than five centimeters.

He said, "You look really nice in that suit."

After finishing speaking, he backed away quickly, only for a few seconds, is it considered molesting?Yu Minglang touched his hot cheek, it was considered.

Halfway through the concert, his hand was placed on one side, and it suddenly became hot. Yu Minglang was startled, and subconsciously wanted to break away, but unexpectedly, Qi Sen pushed harder and rubbed the flesh of Yu Minglang's palm. : "Don't be afraid, they can't see."

The lights in the auditorium were dim, and the two of them were in the first row, so they couldn't be seen by others.Yu Minglang slightly turned his head and glanced at Zhu Zheng with some guilt, and found that the old gentleman was concentrating on looking at his precious granddaughter, so he didn't have time to visit him, so he felt relieved, but he still scolded Mr. Qi Sen in his heart. It's nonsense.

Qi Sen was in a happy mood, it could be seen from the corners of his mouth that were always upturned, Yu Minglang sighed, very helpless, forget it, let him go.

He turned his palms over and passed through the gap between Qi Sen's fingers, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly, as if they could never be separated again.

The two of them are so tired that they are about to bubble, and no one has the heart to listen to what the people on the stage are playing, and they will not pay attention. Under the pale light, the face of the elegant pianist is also pale now. It is well concealed, she is wearing exquisite makeup, and no one will notice that she is losing her composure now.

Those eyes that were always smiling were staring at the clasped hands of the two people below the stage. It took her a lot of effort to force herself to look away and focus on the performance below.

But no one noticed that this skilled pianist played a wrong syllable in the middle, but she quickly made up for it.

The concert was very successful. I don’t know if it was because of the long playing time. Zhu Ya seemed a little tired. She left the stage after giving her speech at the end of the performance. In front of his granddaughter, he doesn't look like a military commander.

After the performance, Zhu Zheng, Yu Minglang and others went to the backstage. It was obvious that Zhu Ya was not in the mood to listen to their congratulations. Zhu Zheng asked, "Are you too tired?"

Zhu Ya showed a smile: "Grandpa, you go back first."

She looked at the young man standing at the end, her big eyes flickered, and she wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

"Mingming, you too."

"Okay," Yu Minglang praised, "It's really nice to play the piano."

If he had said that before, Zhu Ya would have been overjoyed, but now, she only felt miserable in her heart, and she couldn't stir up any splashes.

Her eyes glanced between Yu Minglang and Qi Sen without a trace, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Really?"

After the few people left, she sat alone in the dressing room, quietly looking at herself in the mirror. The girl was so beautiful and elegant that even a man would not be able to move his eyes away when he saw her. She touched her cheek with her finger. The face is so pretty, why doesn't he like it?Even in foreign countries, those foreign men who pursued her lined up from the street to the end of the street, but what did she say?She told those men that she had a fiancé.

She suddenly laughed, but that smile was uglier than crying.

During the time she came back, she hardly met Yu Minglang. She was just preparing for this recital. Although the Zhu family paid for it, Zhu Ya insisted on doing all the other things by herself, and she was missed for dozens of days. , I just wanted to give my sweetheart a surprise, but I didn't expect it to end in such a dismal ending.

She originally arranged a small program at the end of the recital, a well-prepared piece of music, and practiced it repeatedly for a long time, even more seriously than all the previous pieces.

This song was specially prepared for Yu Minglang, and it contained all of Zhu Ya's love. When she was practicing, she was like all the girls who are full of spring, blushing and thinking about the surprise that person will be when the time comes.

But in the end, she couldn't even hold the bow.

The longer you wait for that happiness, the more tragic the brokenness will be.

The tightly held hands of the two hurt her eyes, and the expensive skirt was like a pile of waste paper, which she repeatedly licked.

Who gave them the courage to be so blatant...

Zhu Ya's lips trembled slightly. In the next second, the flower basket that had been carefully placed on the dressing table was ruthlessly swept down to the ground. The rose was pressed at the bottom, and the petals fell to the ground.