Two weeks later, Zheng Yuan moved to Fang Yi's place. After another week of Fang Yi's hard work, Zheng Yuan did not sleep in the guest room. Now Fang Yi feels that his self-living is close to the most satisfactory state. Of course, it is close, Fang Yi
I still haven’t caught the flash in my mind, but it used to pop up in my mind from time to time, but now the frequency seems to be more frequent.
Fang Yi met him once when he sat down in the studio. Although he still slipped away, Fang Yi no longer had the sad face as before, but smiled to himself: "I'll catch you naughty guy soon."
Isn’t it?”.
"Who do you want to catch?" Who knew that Zheng Yuan heard this when he walked in and walked next to Fang Yi: "Remember to eat on time at noon, don't eat all meat and let Yeda make you a small plate.
You must finish eating the green vegetables. Also, smoke less now!" He stretched out his head and kissed Fang Yi's side of the face gently and said a few words, looking at Fang Yi who couldn't help nodding, reaching out and placing a hand on Fang Yi's cheek.
I couldn't help but kiss her face again, and then I walked towards the door of the studio.
Fang Yi didn't pay much attention to what Zheng Yuan said. At this time, Fang Yi was just enjoying the process, a process that made him feel warm physically and mentally. Looking at Zheng Yuan's back as he walked out the door, Fang Yi stood
I got up and walked to the window of the studio. I saw that Beavis had parked the family's Continental in front of the house, opened the car door and took Zheng Yuan's piano case. He waited for the hostess of the house to sit down and then
Put the piano case in the trunk.
Watching the car carrying his lover disappear, Fang Yi thought for a moment and said: "It would be great to buy a helicopter, but I don't want to!". Fang Yi saw that Zheng Yuan sometimes had a hard time at work, so he wanted to buy a helicopter.
It was offered to her for work, but Zheng Yuan refused, saying that she took a helicopter to work every day, which was a bit too ostentatious.
Helicopters are nothing to the rich in the United States. Moreover, the price is not as high as in China, which can easily reach millions or tens of millions. The most affordable one is only 80,000 to 90,000 US dollars, which is more expensive than a car.
It's not much expensive, and of course it costs a lot to raise and drive it. But it's just a small amount of money for Fang Yi, and Fang Yi doesn't have the chance to spend it, and Zheng Yuan doesn't want to.
Zheng Yuan moved into the house. She did not mean to show that she was the hostess. All matters were left to Yeda, the housekeeper, to arrange. What changed was that Yeda now changed the things she had previously reported to Fang Yi.
Zheng Yuan reported that whenever Zheng Yuan had rehearsals or performances, Beavis would pick her up and drop her off.
Fang Yi turned around and stood back in front of the easel, continuing to look at his work. After half an hour, he picked up his brush. He began to prepare for creation. The theme was of course still the river. This time Fang Yi planned to use the classical techniques he had used in China before.
To express. Having painted something that he had thought about countless times, Fang Yi naturally didn’t need to look at it. He started drawing directly on the canvas, and then continued to draw it.
I was thinking while painting. This went on for almost two weeks, and Fang Yi, who was completely relaxed, started to stay still again this day.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, after Zheng Yuan had rehearsed with her colleagues in the orchestra for several hours, she just returned home when she saw Yeda walking towards her: "Ms. Zheng, Mr. Zheng has been in a daze again. He has been in a daze for almost a day."
He didn't say a few words and just sat motionless."
Zheng Yuan was stunned for a moment. Hearing Yeda repeat something again, he nodded and walked directly to the studio with his piano case. When he opened the door, he found that Fang Yi was looking out the window blankly.
Sitting motionless.
"Fang Yi!?" Zheng Yuan put her piano case aside, walked to Fang Yi's side and softly called Fang Yi's name.
Before the word "Yi" could be said, he heard Fang Yi raise his hand and put it to his mouth: "Shh! I've almost thought of it!" After saying that, he looked out the window blankly.
Hearing what Fang Yi said, Zheng Yuan did not disturb her boyfriend anymore, but sat on the chair next to her without opening the piano case. She just looked at Fang Yi with her hands on her chin, a slight smile on her lips. Now
Life makes Zheng Yuan very happy and satisfied. Things that she thought she could not get before, she got like ordinary women, no! Fang Yi means more to Zheng Yuan, and Zheng Yuan unknowingly
between,
Looking at Fang Yi, her eyes were a little confused. It wasn't that Zheng Yuan was infatuated. Instead, Zheng Yuan's mind recalled the first time she met Fang Yi. At that time, Fang Yi looked so careless, which made her
Lu Xiaomin gritted his teeth for a long time, and then Zhang Xu, a big-hearted man, pestered Lu Xiaomin, and the two of them came together to watch the music department's concert. These bits and pieces of things flashed in Zheng Yuan's mind like a scene from a movie.
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When Jeda opened the studio door and walked in, she saw this scene. The man of the house was standing up straight in a daze and looking out the window at the darkening sky, while the would-be mistress was holding her chin in her hands.
Staring at the male master with shining eyes, both of them remained motionless.
"Do you want to ask sir to eat?" Yeda walked to Zheng Yuan's side softly and said.
Zheng Yuan came back to her senses and nodded gently to Yeda, stood up from the chair, walked to Fang Yi's side and whispered in Fang Yi's ear: "It's time to eat."
Fang Yi still didn't come to his senses this time. He raised his head again and shushed: "Shh! I've almost thought of it!" and continued to maintain the original posture.
Fang Yi did not wake up from this state. After hearing this, Zheng Yuan quietly led Yeda out of the studio.
Fang Yi didn't eat dinner, but in his dissociated state, Fang Yi could still subconsciously hear Zheng Yuan's words, and when he was waiting for the night, he was led back to the bedroom by Zheng Yuan's hand.
"Raise your hands!" Zheng Yuan said softly, and Fang Yi raised both arms. Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and smiled, as if praising a child, and put her pajamas on Fang Yi, who was completely naked: "That's right.
Be good!" After saying that, he helped Fang Yi lie down on the bed, and Fang Yi naturally maintained this free state.
He was lying motionless on the bed, his eyes facing the ceiling. Zheng Yuan, on the other hand, was lying sideways with his head on his left arm and lying side by side on the bed with Fang Yi, looking at the wandering figure with dark eyes.
Fang Yi, and the index finger of the other hand gently swept back and forth on the side of Fang Yi's cheek that was close to him.
After watching for a while, Zheng Yuan began to say to the wandering Fang Yi: "Do you know how happy I am?".
Of course, Fang Yi couldn't answer now. He didn't seem to be thinking about anything. It could be said that it was blank, like a piece of white paper waiting for the moment when the writing was written. There was no frown or bitter look, just like the ancient well.
Wave, the old monk seems to have entered samadhi.
Zheng Yuan did not think about Fang Yi's answer now, but continued to play with Fang Yi's cheek and said to himself: "Now that I think about it, we have missed too much...". Looking at the dazed person
Fang Yi, Zheng Yuan said it very happily and comfortably. When Fang Yi was usually embarrassed to say it, now it came from Zheng Yuan's mouth at this moment.
"When I heard that you two were having conflicts, I even tried to persuade her, telling her that from now on she just needs to be Mrs. Fang with peace of mind, and then spend your money as hard as she can." After saying this, Zheng Yuan smiled softly, and raised her left hand
He raised his head with support and looked down at Fang Yi's face:
"At that time, I thought to myself: This girl is really immature, but when it was my turn, I hesitated. I was really glad that I didn't hesitate for long. I soon understood that without you around now, the Golden Hall in Vienna
It will also lose color for me!”.
Gently tap Fang Yi's forehead with his lips: "Just think about it, then tell those who say you have run out of talent, tell them how great you are, tell them what you can do, because of my
Fang Yi is not only talented but also diligent. Tell those crows who only know how to croak, shut up...".
While talking, Zheng Yuan raised her hand and patted Fang Yi's chest gently, and then hummed the song when Fang Yi first heard her perform, which was Fang Yi's favorite "Lullaby"
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Waiting for sleepiness to hit her, Zheng Yuan stood up and turned down the bedside lamp on Fang Yi's side, then turned back and turned off the bedside lamp on her side. After getting into bed, she pulled up the thin blanket.
He tapped Fang Yi's lips and said, "Good night, my Fang Yi." After saying that, he pulled the blanket to his neck, turned around and closed his eyes. Soon, Zheng Yuan fell into sleep.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
For Fang Yi, it’s as simple as closing his eyes when he’s sleepy and opening them when he wakes up. However, Zheng Yuan is not worried about Fang Yi’s current state. She took leave for the first time since joining the band and stayed with Fang Yi all day long.
He kept feeding Fang Yi from time to time throughout the day, fearing that Fang Yi would hurt his body like this.
On the morning of the fifth day, at about four o'clock in the morning, Zheng Yuan, who was sleeping soundly on his side, did not notice that Fang Yi's eyes suddenly brightened up as he sat next to him, and the fingers of his right hand kept scratching on his thigh.
When his fingers gently stopped a little on his legs, Fang Yi opened his mouth and said softly: "I thought of it!". There was no exultation or jumping out of control, just such a simple sentence.
Thinking about it, no one knows what kind of suffering Fang Yi has experienced in the past two and a half years. That time
A frustrating failure, countless entanglements, hesitation, anger and disappointment intertwined with each other and invaded Fang Yi's mind from time to time, almost making him fall into boundless darkness. Now there are only four words: I thought of it.
Everything Fang Yi has done in the past three years has become meaningful.
After coming back to his senses, Fang Yi looked up at everything in front of him and found that he was in the bedroom. He frowned slightly and then relaxed. He looked at Zheng Yuan who was sleeping next to him and was breathing evenly, and gently kissed her.
The blanket that had been pushed up to his waist was pulled.
"Good night!" Fang Yi whispered softly in Zheng Yuan's ear. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Zheng Yuan turning towards him and hanging his arm around his neck.
Smiling softly, Fang Yi stretched his arms under Zheng Yuan's head, hugged the sleeping Zheng Yuan directly into his arms, placed his chin on Zheng Yuan's head, and gently placed his two hands on Zheng Yuan's back.
I took a moment and said, "Okay now," and without turning off the light, I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.