Chapter 88: My name is Ye Ruoxi, what's your name?
This is Ruoxi's first contact with Leng Peichen.
Everyone who plays every night knows that Leng Peichen is a famous cold man and has never been close to women. It is impossible for charming women like them to get close to him.
It was also the first time for Ruoxi to have this kind of wine, and the first time to be alone with Leng Peichen.
He pulled Ruoxi to the side of the piano. The lights were dim and there was a hint of ambiguity.
Leng Peichen ordered a bottle of red wine and drank it by himself.
Ruoxi looked at Leng Peichen strangely and thought, "What are you doing, dragging her here while you are drinking."
"It's begun." Leng Peichen looked at the time, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and showed a real smile! That kind of smile was very dazzling, even in such dim light.
Suddenly, a girl walked onto the stage.
She was a very beautiful girl, with a youthful expression and a beautiful face. She did not look like a weather-beaten woman, but she looked as young and heart-warming as if she had just left school.
She was wearing a white, clean short skirt, and her long hair was hanging down, shaking with her body around her waist. Her skin seemed to have been out of the sun all year round, it was sickly white, not ugly, but it had a distressing smell.
The corners of her brows and eyes were filled with indescribable tenderness, a beauty that was untouchable. When she saw the woman, Ruoxi suddenly thought, who on earth allowed such a beautiful girl to show her face? She can't play the piano here.
Will it taint her?
The faint sound of the piano had a melody like a river, which was played by the girl's fingers. Ruoxi could not have imagined that the girl was not only good-looking, but could also play the piano so well!
Ruoxi has never heard this piece of music, but it has a soul-purifying flavor that relaxes Ruoxi's gloomy mood.
After the song ended, Ruoxi was still thinking about the melody just now.
Leng Peichen shook the red wine in his hand. The bright red liquid looked like blood.
But his originally smiling expression was cast into a shadow.
The second tune started playing, it was a tune that Ruoxi was familiar with.
"Night piano music five?" Ruoxi smiled faintly.
"You also know?" Leng Peichen kept looking at the girl playing the piano without moving his eyes.
"This used to be my favorite song." Ruoxi pursed her lips and showed a sour smile.
"So you can do it too?" He turned around, his pupils stained with faint bloodshot eyes.
"Haha..." Ruoxi smiled lightly. She didn't know how many years ago she had talked about this piece of music. It seemed like a century had passed, which was long enough for her to recall it.
After walking across the stage, Ruoxi went to the stage.
The girl was still playing, and when she saw Ruoxi approaching, she looked startled, almost panicked.
Ruoxi smiled lightly, looked at those clear eyes, and was stunned. She never knew that a person's eyes could be so clear!
The girl's eyes are very beautiful, but there is something similar to Ruoxi's, despair!
Smiling softly, the girl's face turned slightly red: "Can you also play?"
The girl's voice was very low, so low that it almost seemed like if you spoke loudly to her, you would be blaspheming her: "Can you let me play a song?"
She stood up and when she raised her head, she glanced at Leng Peichen.
Ruoxi smiled faintly, as expected she knew Leng Peichen.
Ruoxi spread out the keyboard skillfully, then closed her eyes and played along with her heartbeat.
Talking about that piece of music that was once so familiar that it is no longer familiar.
At that moment, it was as if she was back in her school days again.
Back to the purest and most beautiful era of Ruoxi.
There is no dirt, no sadness, no violence, not even tears.
Ruoxi is still the clean girl who has never felt despair.
When the song ended, the girl next to her expressed sincere admiration: "It's so good, but this song makes you feel a little more sad when you play it!"
Ruoxi smiled faintly: "My name is Ye Ruoxi, what is your name?"
"Lin Yuejin." With the same faint smile, she held Ruoxi's hand with her cold fingers.
Everyone in this world has their own story, whether simple or complex.
Ruoxi knew that Lin Yuejin must be a person with a story, because Ruoxi smelled the same scent of the girl as hers, which was the smell of decay.
Because under their beautiful skins, they have dead souls!
No matter her eyes, the sound of the piano, or her smile, there is a sadness that cannot be concealed.
Ruoxi smiled faintly, they were indeed very similar.