In the private room on the second floor, He Qingyue sat with a middle-aged man, Li Dequan, talking about some topics at work. The middle-aged man held a high position and was a family friend of He Qingyue's father, and Li Dequan was his favorite disciple.
This time when He Qingyue came to zs, the middle-aged man quickly brought Li Dequan here in order to establish friendship with He Qingyue. The middle-aged man knew very well the political resources behind He Qingyue. If nothing else happens
If so, He Qingyue's political path will be longer and broader than that of her parents, and it will be just around the corner to reach the central government. And joining such a promising new political star is undoubtedly an absolutely cost-effective deal.
Li Dequan will definitely not suffer from being attached to such a political family.
Li Dequan also understood what the middle-aged man meant. Reading between the lines of the middle-aged man's words, Li Dequan also sensitively captured the extremely terrifying energy hidden in the beautiful woman in front of him. This kind of energy was not something he could understand, but from what his mentor tried his best to show her
By recommending it, you can see that this woman may be able to determine the fate of your life.
So Li Dequan became even more humble! Although he was much older than He Qingyue, he tried his best to keep his figure down and did not dare to have any confidence in front of He Qingyue. Li Dequan was very smart, and He Qingyue's subtle behavior was related to the fact that he was married at the age of twenty-five.
Judging from his level, he is a powerful and very smart person. Apart from being attached, any little cleverness pales in comparison.
Li Dequan would even secretly wonder, for such a perfect and almost flawless woman, what kind of man would be worthy of her?
He must be a proud man!
At this moment, He Qingyue is holding a mermaid earring in her hand. It is crystal clear and will emit a faint brilliance when the sun shines on it. This earring was given to her by him and she regarded it as a treasure. Now that the earring is still there, she... but...
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Li Dequan had sharp eyes and saw that He Qingyue was so attached to the earrings that he couldn't help but praise: "These earrings are quite unique. They must have been carved by a skilled craftsman?"
"It's just an ordinary earring." He Qingyue shook her head, but wrapped the earring solemnly. Even a fool could see how much she cherished this earring. He Qingyue didn't want to talk too much about this earring. She was very avoidant now.
There were all the topics that came into contact with him. He was the eternal pain in He Qingyue's heart.
Seeing that He Qingyue didn't want to say more, the middle-aged man changed the topic. He deliberately attracted He Qingyue and Li Dequan, and Li Dequan lowered his status, making the atmosphere at the scene very harmonious. After chatting for a while, He Qingyue and the two
The boss walked up to the second floor.
"Bi Luofen" is indeed worthy of being a famous five-star hotel. The private rooms on the second floor are beautifully and elegantly decorated, like small bridges and flowing water. After crossing the corridor, a small garden suddenly opens up to your eyes. In the small courtyard, trickling water
Slowly flowing, elegant and soft music seems to come from the sky. Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, all you can see is the white snow and the tranquil lake. It makes people feel relaxed and happy.
In order to set off the atmosphere of mountains and flowing water, a guzheng with exquisite workmanship and high-grade quality is placed in this small courtyard. If any customer has the temperament to play a song, it is also a great joy in life.
Seeing such a beautiful scene, He Qingyue was a little stunned. How similar was the layout here to her own small attic?! In a trance, she returned to am Taiyuan, walking and playing with him in the garden, and playing the guzheng for him.
, he listened quietly, fascinated...
The middle-aged man walked to the guzheng bench and smiled at Li Dequan: "Dequan! Don't you know? Qingyue was nicknamed the Little Prodigy when she was a child. Not only did her IQ exceed 140, she also passed the piano when she was fifteen years old.
Level 10, she was proficient in English, French, German, and Spanish at the age of eighteen. In the same year, three oil paintings were collected by the Louvre Museum of Art, not to mention the title of Cambridge Talented Girl, Harvard Top Student...and ah, back then
Her father took her to a social salon in England, and even staged a farce in which the most outstanding sculptor in modern times shamelessly wanted to take Qingyue as his disciple!"
The middle-aged man seemed to know He Qingyue's past events very well, and Li Dequan was even more shocked when he heard it. He never expected that this woman could be so powerful. They say that women have big breasts and no brains, and beauty and wisdom cannot coexist. But God has no idea.
Stingy, he gave her all the beautiful things. It is hard to imagine that any man can really get her or truly own her. The man who became her husband must be proud and sad. He is proud that he can have such a perfect thing.
Women, the sad thing is that they will always live under the halo of women.
Li Dequan believes that no man in the world can be worthy of her.
He Qingyue is a fairy who lives in heaven and can only be looked up to by people forever.
Seeing the shock on Li Dequan's face, the middle-aged man nodded, seemingly satisfied with the effect of his words. The middle-aged man also believed that such a perfect woman should hardly appear in the world, because her existence is an insult to all men in the world. Because
, no man can be worthy of her, she is destined to make all men in the world feel ashamed.
The middle-aged man smiled again and said: "... I have long heard that Qingyue's guzheng skills are superb. Listening to it is like the entrance of a sweet spring, and your heart is filled with joy. Qingyue, are you interested in playing a song? Let Dequan and I also
Come and listen to the sounds of nature?”
"Yes, yes! It's not a waste of my life to be lucky enough to listen to a piece of music." Li Dequan nodded in agreement, and he was also trying to verify whether the instructor's words were exaggerated.
Seeing that the two wanted to play the guzheng by themselves, He Qingyue was shocked, and there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes. Since he was a child, he had liked to listen to himself playing the guzheng. He said that he was very talented in talking about the guzheng, and this talent even surpassed
All other fields. He once said that he only wanted to play the guzheng for himself and only one person, so he rarely played the guzheng in front of outsiders, and few people knew what level his guzheng had reached.
Walking in this small courtyard at this moment, I was struck by the scene, and the longing that I had suppressed in my heart quietly flowed. Seeing the eager eyes of the middle-aged man and Li Dequan, and thinking of him whose life or death was uncertain, He Qingyue could no longer suppress the lovesickness in her heart.
I hope to turn the tenderness in my heart into the sound of the guzheng, not just for the two of me to listen to, but just for the people who miss me in my heart.
When the endless lovesickness turns into the clear and melodious sound of the guzheng, the emotional playing is destined to become the sound of nature.
This song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world?!
In the past, He Qingyue's guzheng was played only for Fu Qianjun, just to make him smile. Now, because she is too lovesick and loves to play it, the middle-aged man and Li Dequan have the honor to listen to it. Not only the middle-aged man and Li Dequan can listen to it.
I am so obsessed with it, I like it from the bottom of my heart, even the people passing by all around me stop and are attracted by this kind of natural sound.
Even the top students downstairs who were preparing to attend the party also came over after hearing the news, wanting to see who it was that could talk so well.
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