Duan Ran's voice was very soft, and the rhythm between his words seemed to have some kind of rhythm that made people want to keep listening.
Qin Jian frowned, feeling a sense of panic inexplicably growing in his heart.
It was undeniable that everything seemed to be as described by Duan Ran, but he had never realized this.
All along, his performance of Mozart was immersed in the storyline of Amadeus.
Each chapter of the story brought him a different kind of experience, and this experience really gave him a natural sense of involvement in Mozart that no one else had.
He felt this way even in his conversations with Sayevi.
It was only when Duan Ran said this that he felt a little uncomfortable.
For some reason, he instinctively felt a sense of fear of being dominated.
For a moment, my spine felt a little chilly.
"What's wrong?"
Duan Ran saw that Qin Jian was silent and looked unnatural, so he hurriedly asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
moment.
Qin Jian shook his head and glanced at Duan Ran gratefully, "Thank you."
Duan Ran chuckled, "What are you doing?"
Qin Jian just looked at Ran Xiao and didn't say anything.
"Actually, these are just some of my thoughts. I just want to tell you that just stick to your own ideas and play, and you don't have to cater to other people's ideas just to record a CD."
"I think what everyone wants to hear is your voice."
"Qin Jian's voice."
Duan Ran stood up and stretched, his voice full of joy.
"Okay, it's almost time." She looked at Qin Jian, her eyes trembling slightly, "I think you must get up early tomorrow."
Qin Jian was still thinking about Duan Ran's words in his mind. He heard the sound and looked at the clock on the wall. The time had reached a quarter past two.
It's really time to rest.
It was only when he stood up that he seemed to realize a certain problem.
This situation.
In such an ambiguous time and space, two young men and women were in the same room again.
But they just stood there one meter apart, looking at each other in silence.
In the quiet room, a different smell suddenly appeared in the air.
Qin Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After a while.
Another moment.
Duan Ran smiled and broke the silence, "Then I'll go back to sleep."
After saying that, he turned around, put on his thin coat, and walked towards the door.
Qin Jian's mind was in a mess and he didn't even have time to think about where the other party was going.
He subconsciously raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Duan Ran!"
Looking at the lonely figure standing under the dark partition, his heart relaxed briefly and his Adam's apple moved up and down.
Duan Ran didn't look back, she was afraid.
I'm afraid that if I look back, I won't have the courage to walk out of this door tonight.
She is not afraid to stay here.
She even hoped that Qin Jian would open his mouth and keep her.
As long as the other person opens his mouth, she is ready to turn around and give him the hottest embrace regardless of her own safety.
Just, just.
But the voice behind him was a little weaker, "Where are you going?"
The mixed flavors instantly eroded every sensory nerve of Duan Ran.
Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and for a moment, she couldn't understand what it felt like.
suddenly.
She smiled softly.
It was as if I had the courage to look back at this moment.
He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, took out a hotel key card from his windbreaker jacket and waved it in the air.
"I'm not going anywhere."
After taking a deep breath, Duan Ran turned his head, his clear eyes without any impurities.
"Don't worry, I'm right next to you." She said and smiled again, "I haven't eaten rice noodles like this for a long, long time."
"Thank you for the rice noodles you brought me, Qin Jian."
Turning around and pushing open the door, her back paused again, "I really miss you."
"Good night."
"I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."
After saying that, the door was gently closed.
Then there was a knock on the door next door.
The smell of Duan Ran's body, her bag, her suitcase, and her shoes are still lingering in the house.
I stared at the door for a long time, until my legs started to feel numb.
Qin Jian picked up Duan Ran's unfinished wine and poured it into his mouth.
He placed the empty bottle in his hand into the pile of bottles kept by Duan Ran in the corner.
Then he hung Duan Ran's bag on the wall, squatted down and carefully straightened Duan Ran's shoes.
Not knowing what else he could do, Qin Jian sat back on the bed.
Smelling a spicy smell, his eyes moved to the rice noodles on the bedside.
He picked it up and looked at it, he smiled, and sure enough there was still a mouthful left.
"It's delicious. Do you want to take a bite?"
Duan Ran's words seemed to ring in his ears. He gently picked up the fork and took a bite.
"tasty."
After putting down the bowl, Qin Jian slowly lay down.
His hand crossed the sheets and touched something cold.
"Duan Ran's cell phone."
...
...
Separated by a wall.
Duan Ran returned to his room.
This is her room.
Old Porter told her the room number of Qin Jian Hotel. When she arrived from the airport, she hesitated and checked into the room.
She felt that she needed at least that kind of room.
It was a foreign country again, and before Qin Jian spoke, no one had asked her where she would sleep tonight.
Before leaving Qin Jian's room, she said the words she had been holding in her heart for a long time.
Although she didn't get any response, facing the mirror at the moment, she felt relieved.
Perhaps there has never been so-called fairness in the world of emotions, and men and women who eat, drink, and drink have long been familiar with it. They play tricks on each other and release suggestive signals in all kinds of emotional details, and they have a great time.
But Duan Ran doesn't understand, and neither does she.
It was just her pure longing that completely fermented at that moment, and her words blurted out.
Now that I think about it carefully, there is a sense of "I think you are my business and have nothing to do with you".
Maybe this interpretation is wrong, but what does it matter?
As soon as the words were spoken, he took a step forward.
"The future can be left to time, but it will never be a waste of the present."
Duan Ran found the most peaceful moment in this period of time.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she found that she had really changed.
The alienation between the eyebrows and eyes is getting lighter and lighter.
She slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
After a while, the black silk in the mirror surrounded a patch of snow-white.
Made of black silk, she had never worn it before.
This is what she saw when she passed by the women's counter on the street one day before she was going to make an appointment to help Qin Jian record a CD.
Maybe it was because I thought it looked good at the time, maybe because I felt that the size on my body was no longer suitable, and maybe there was also a little naughty premeditation involved.
She bought it easily, and when she was about to pay, she realized that it was a two-piece set.
She didn't even have the courage to look at the shameful thin piece of cloth, so she quickly paid and ran away under the smile of the shopping guide.
After I got home, I threw the shopping bag into a corner of the drawer and never looked at it again.
But today, when I was changing clothes before leaving.
She magically opened the drawer full of imagination.
...
Qin Jian's eyes seemed to be looking at him from behind, and Duan Ran's pretty face turned slightly red.
"fool."
The pajamas are next door, so there is no way to change them.
moment.
Duan Ran tightened the curtains.
Stretching out under the skin-friendly quilt, I completely returned to my original liberation.
Put on a smile and fall asleep slowly.
She is too tired.
...
Qin Jian put down Duan Ran's phone, his mind still stuck on the wallpaper.
Under the cherry blossom night, one is grinning and the other is frowning.
...
Some people are destined to sleep tonight, and some people are destined to be unable to sleep tonight.