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"Household registration book?" Pei Xu picked up a windbreaker and compared it to him casually. "What, you want to marry me?"

"How can it be." Wen Chan closed his eyes with a headache, and interrupted: "How can you and I get married, I just... find out about the situation."

"What do you know? My family of four is legally run, my younger brother is underage, and my parents are loving. I am the only one who can marry you, but I am not yet of marriageable age. If you have this idea..."

Pei Xu took off the windbreaker, leaned over to Wen Chan, his eyes were dark like a deep spring.

Wen Chan looked directly at him, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, his eyes widened, and his fingers slowly grabbed the corners of the sleeves of the clothes on the shelf next to him.

"It's a pity, the law forbids it." Pei Xu teased, picked up the windbreaker he just tried on from the shelf, and rubbed Wen Chan's head.

"Little cat, it's time to go to school."

Pei Xu's voice faded away with the footsteps.

Wen Chan was stunned for a long time, then jumped to the ground, raised his hand to cover the top of his head, his face became hot like a fever.

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Why do you want to touch the kitten? Is the head of the kitten a human can touch casually? !

If touched, the kitten will...

It is not clean and hygienic.

Wen Chan closed his eyes.

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Pei Xu became busy. He had a seemingly important project, but he was nowhere to be seen at school.It stands to reason that there is no need for Wen Chan, who is on leave of school, to go to school every day, but the Maybach is free, and Pei Xu is more than willing to let him sit for a while.

He felt that instead of stealing the household registration book, it is better to consider another suggestion given by Dr. Kitty - about staying away from Pei Xu.

The piano room is full of yellow-brown tones, the black electronic piano is placed against the wall, the air is fresh, and the laboratory building is opposite the double windows.Wen Chan opened the violin bag, leaned against the window, and slowly tuned the strings.

He hasn't played the violin for a while.

Wen Chan played the piano, recalling the nervousness when he performed on stage, his heart was beating wildly, his fingers were cold and stiff, there was always a voice whispering in his ear, in the dark and silent auditorium, countless pairs of eyes looked from below the stage, until the chapter rang 1.

Wen Chan took a deep breath, stretched his arms, and faced the window, as if looking for something in the depths of the forest, gradually getting better.

Mozart Violin Concerto No. [-] in D major, first movement.

The sun warms the room with floating fine dust, the silk curtains are slightly moving under the wind, he is like a butterfly fluttering, his eyelashes like crow feathers are drooping, the notes are pouring and jumping, there are three mistakes, the emotion is not full enough, but the effect is still there Can.

He played the piano, adjusted his breathing, looked outward, and suddenly saw a man leaning against him by the corridor window on the third floor of the laboratory building in the distance.

The window was narrow, Wen Zen slightly opened his eyes wide.

Pei Xu leaned against the window, his silver laptop stood on the screen, and the man in a white shirt and brown windbreaker was covered in light shadows, looking at him with a smile.

Pei Xu made a gesture of heart to him, and spoke to him from a long distance away.

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thump--

Mr. Noisy Heart tapped on the rattle it was holding.

"Zen Kitty, don't you know that you like your friend?"

The doctor's words suddenly rang in his ears.

The slender fingers clenched the violin tightly, Wen Chan settled down for a moment, then suddenly put the violin on the piano bench, stretched out his hand, and closed the curtain of the window.

The light suddenly disintegrated, and he buried himself in the corner under the window, covering his mouth hard.

Fine dust floats in the air,

The second hand of the clock does not stop, clear and piercing,

The violin was lying alone on the piano bench, the black cat's tail tentatively lifted up from the back of the waist slowly.

Wen Chan breathed a sigh of relief, he wrapped himself in his arms and remained silent for a long time.

Pei Xu seemed to be saying just now:

"Good morning, my Mozart."

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At noon, Pei Xu came to the Art Troupe to look for Wen Chan, but found that he was not there.He asked Shang Qin, who happened to be there, and found out that Wen Chan had gone home first.

"Why did he go home, is he not feeling well?" Pei Xu asked.

"I don't know. The group leader didn't tell me. He practiced in the piano room all morning. After saying that he would not come to school for a few days, he left with his piano bag on his back."

Shang Qin corrected the homework with a lollipop in her mouth, and when she finished speaking, seeing Pei Xu standing by the table dejectedly, she said again:

"But if you want to find the head of the group, you can go to the No. [-] block square outside the subway line [-] at [-]:[-] tonight. The head of the group sometimes performs open-air performances there."

Shang Qin narrowed her eyes, and she pointed to the calendar on the table.

"If the head of the group is in a bad mood, he will go there. There is a charity performance today."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to milk tea another day." Pei Xu thanked him, turned around and left the door.

Shang Qin was stunned for a long time, until Xu Hao, another deputy leader, walked in and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Why, the young master's eyes are straight."

"You don't come here." Shang Qin pulled down Xu Hao's dog paw dangling in front of her with her backhand. She lay on the table and said eagerly and excitedly:

"Xu, Young Master Pei Xu said just now that he and the head of the team will invite me to drink the wedding wine some other day!"

Xu number:? ? ?

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Wen Chan got off the subway, ate a bowl of noodles beside him, and set off for his destination.

Outside the Metro Line [-], near the downtown area, there is a square called Block [-]—it used to be an old industrial area. After urbanization, the factories and mines moved out. Artists in the city converted the old block into an art center. Artists, art exhibition halls, art museums, handicraft bazaars, graffiti exhibitions, everything that one expects to find, it is very lively at night.

Wen Chan sometimes comes here to play the violin in the center of the square.

At first, it was jointly organized by college students from several schools. They did not seek money or profit, but enjoyed the atmosphere, and fulfilled their romantic fantasy of wandering with the violin for a lifetime for the sake of happiness.

Wen Chan sat on the steps, slowly chewing the shrimp-flavored biscuits in his hand.

Who is the mysterious Chinese kitten?

Someone who can be liked by Pei Xu so much must have a good personality, unlike him who suddenly closes the curtains and comes here like a deserter.

"I don't like him, how can I like him? He is a married man, my friend, and the owner. How can a kitten fall in love with the owner, which is against the laws of nature and ethics."

Wen Chan pondered, he solemnly opened the violin case, and rubbed the strings with his fingers.

There was a lot of people around, and the melodious piano sound seemed to be jumping in the cold air. The environment was dim, and people passing by could not be seen clearly. There was only a group of silhouettes in the audience, but it was this atmosphere that made Wen Chan feel like a hidden A grain of sand in the dust.

So bad that someone stepped on it, picked it up, and hid it like a baby... sand.

The outlines of people in the world are ever-changing, which one is Pei Xu?

Soon, the performance reached Wen Zen.

In front of him was a fat Italian man with a mustache and a burly figure who was holding a violin as if he was pinching a toy. He walked down with a smile and waved to Wen Chan.

Wen Zen responded with a smile.

Standing in the middle of the square, he moved slowly and calmly, raised his arms calmly, set his posture, and played the first note.

It was the first movement he practiced this morning.

It's his heart-pounding first movement.

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Less skilled, not perfect music, telling something cheerfully and flexibly.

Wen Chan closed his eyes from time to time, the sound of the piano became more and more exciting, as if he could feel the surrounding air resonating with him, he habitually glanced at the audience, and was attracted by Zhengdang's electric sign:

[Do you want Mozart in Meow World to send me a WeChat? 】

Small print is attached-I am super good at investing in shares and not losing money.

Wen Chan looked down again and saw the face of Young Master Pei with a row of small white teeth in the darkness.

boom--

Wen Chan shook his hand and played a wrong note.

Fuck you, such a dirty man.

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I can't fly no matter what, the young master's world.

It turns out that I am a drunken butterfly.

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Wen Chan has made countless calculations, but he never thought that Pei Xu could find this place... No, he should have known that, knowing people and faces but not heart, there is also a mysterious traitor in the art troupe who can give Pei Xu's family a seat, not to mention Shang The Qin and Xu numbers are two unreliable ones, maybe who revealed the tone.

But obviously, it is not important to find the blame man at this moment.

The most important thing is that Pei Xu, a rich and big turtle, successfully attracted the attention of the audience with his big red and green board on his back.

In this square full of artistic atmosphere, the appearance of any kind of red and green contrasting colors is a provocation to the artist.

Moreover, the cheap fluorescent boards are still five yuan a piece on the street.

Wen Chan bit the bullet and finished the first movement. He should have half an hour, but he was already on pins and needles, thinking about who could do it for him.

Unexpectedly, Pei Xu very naturally leaned over to the Italian violinist who was sitting next to him, and said in standard Chinese:

"Big brother, I like the one on stage, what are the rules here, do you know how to reward?"

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He spoke so loudly that the audience all looked at him, paused for a while, and then turned to look at Wen Chan who was standing silently, and there was a phenomenon of person-to-person transmission.

Wen Chan braced himself. He took a deep breath. As soon as he picked up the violin, the Italian violinist shook his head and said something to Pei Xu. Pei Xu slapped his thigh, and then repeated it in fluent Italian. .

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Master, the importance of learning ten languages ​​is not for you to do this.

smiling face.

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When he understood that half of the tipping money would be given to charity organizations, Pei Xu picked up his big sign again, and took out a notebook from his pocket, held it in his hand, and murmured:

"Do you still have to share? Forget it, my Pei Jingjing is so greedy for money, she always eats the most expensive canned food, and she will cry when she knows that her tip is gone."

Wen Chan's hand playing the violin almost touched Pei Xu's face.

This is the worst time that a pick and choose Zen kitten was hacked.

Pei Xu, the layout is only as big as cat food, no more!

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Wen Chan finally survived for half an hour, and he almost rushed to step off the stage, carrying his violin, before he had time to pack it, carrying his bag, grabbing Pei Xu's clothes with one hand, and dragging him outside.

For some reason, walking past the thunderous applause of the audience, I had the illusion of being successfully proposed and blessed with a happy marriage for a hundred years.

"The public, are you here to smash my place?"

Wen Chan put down the violin, pinched Pei Xu's neck, and shook it angrily.

"I'm not. Seeing that you're unhappy, I'm here to apologize." Pei Xu still smiled, "I thought you were angry when you heard what I said this morning."

"Oh? What did you say? Let me recall memories."

Wen Chan gave him a blank look, and stared at the sign in his hand with disgust.

Young Master Pei is like the old man who stole a brand from the door of the supermarket's big sale, modified it with simple technology, and then sold it to the old people's square dance troupe as a support.

"Is it a compliment to me?"

Wen Chan actually didn't know which sentence it was, so he said casually, but Pei Xu twitched shyly and said:

"It's about you, the sentence in the first movement where the piano is played poorly."

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Wen Chan's eyes widened, and he felt that he, who was suffering for the suspected love that violated the laws of nature and ethics during the day, was the most stupid kitty in the world.

"Ha, is that so, you still want to give me a reward?"

Wen Chan sneered.

"As the saying goes, slap a slap and give a sweet date."

Pei Xu was grinning.

Wen Chan felt that Pei Xu had a very good attitude.

When death is imminent, it's like talking about cross talk.

"Are you jujube?" Wen Chan sneered, and knocked on the sign in Pei Xu's hand. When he lowered his head, he realized that there was another thing in his hand - a notebook.

"I don't have dates, only this."

Pei Xu raised his voice slightly with a smile, and handed something to Wen Chan. It was a brown book with a leather surface, which was very thin and not old.

"Let me show you my household registration book, let me give you an impression first."

Pei Xu said.

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Wen Chan thought that Pei Xu was indeed a good person, and Wen Chan thought it was not good to watch other people's family affairs, but Pei Xu was very determined, so he found a cafe and insisted on watching it with him.

"I'll explain it to you, it's easy to see."

Pei Xu sat beside Wen Chan and said seriously.

"Why, am I illiterate?" Wen Chan looked puzzled.

Pei Xu smiled and retreated a little politely.

Wen Chan was very disdainful, he stopped on the page of the head of the household for a long time, Pei Xuxian became impatient. "Look back, look at me first, and see what my dad means."

"What's the point of seeing you? A quasi-dominant president who hasn't left the campus, no one will pick him in the money market."

Wen Chan pursed his lips, his hands were more honest than his mouth, and he still turned to Pei Xu's page.

【marital status: Single.

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For some reason, seeing this, Wen Chan closed the account book with satisfaction.