Shen Chuan felt that Fu Huaichen was simply sick.
She did play guitar for two years when she was in college. No matter how good her skills were at the time, after such a long time, the little she learned had long been returned to the teacher.
Fu Huaichen didn't care and used his money-making ability to borrow guitars and microphones from the musicians.
Perhaps because he gave her enough money, or because Shen Chuan was so beautiful, the band members started to make noises, attracting the attention of half of the people in the bar.
"This beautiful lady is going to sing to express her love to this gentleman. Will the next step be a proposal? I'm really looking forward to it!"
Fu Huaichen took the microphone and said with a smile in standard English: "Sorry to disappoint everyone, I don't plan to propose."
As expected, the audience looked disappointed, but they heard Fu Huaichen look at Shen Chuan, with love in his eyes: "Because a year ago, she was already my wife."
"It will be our wedding anniversary soon, and today is also my wife's birthday. To celebrate this great day, I will pay for all your purchases today."
Fierce cheers and applause echoed throughout the bar.
Shen Chuan was stunned.
She felt that she had to make two solemn statements to Fu Huaichen.
For starters, their so-called wedding anniversary is at least four months away.
Secondly, today is not her birthday at all! How was she going to explain to him that the date on the ID card was based on the lunar calendar, but today was on the solar calendar!
But the microphone was already at her mouth. Fu Huaichen's eyes were filled with anticipation. She thought about it and swallowed everything she wanted to say.
Why bother, anniversaries and birthday celebrations are just excuses. He just wants her to prove - to prove to everyone that she loves him.
He wants her to show her love.
Shen Chuan took the guitar and gently plucked the strings. After he gradually became proficient, he cleared his throat and sang a familiar song.
"A person, pretending that he is around,
Alone, walk side by side with him until morning.
He is not here, but I can feel his embrace.
When I'm lost I just close my eyes and he will find me.
In the drizzle, the ground shone with silver light.
The lights are reflected in the river, like a dream.
In the darkness, the branches are dotted with stars.
I seem to see, We will be together forever. "
Her voice was a little hoarse and she was not very skilled at playing the guitar, but her eyes seemed to be misty and her gaze seemed to be drifting far away.
Fu Huaichen looked at her with a complicated expression and unclear meaning.
The first half of the song has a soothing tone, as gentle as a dream. Following a chord change, the dream falls rapidly into the abyss. All illusions are broken and the dream is over.
The music style became as melancholy as the wind and rain.
She sang slowly:
"I know, this is just my fantasy
Those words are all what I said to myself. I also know that he will just turn a blind eye
But I still feel like we still have hope I love him! "
"But when the night is over, He disappears. "
"Without him, everything around me has changed. There are bare trees everywhere The streets are full of strange eyes..."
"I love him, but I also understand day by day I'm just deceiving myself
Without me, his world remains the same It is full of happiness that I have never experienced before! "
"I love him...I love him, I love him!"
"Night falls, Only then can I pretend that he is by my side, I feel happy just thinking about him, now that he is my companion. "
"When the city falls asleep,
Only then can I hide in the world of fantasy..." Fu Huaichen drank the glass of wine in one gulp.
This song is called "On My Own" and is a short aria from the musical Les Misérables. The protagonist of the story is a girl who falls in love with a boy, but the boy has another lover. The boy is determined to go to the battlefield and write a poem for his lover. He wrote a letter full of love, and he entrusted the girl to deliver the letter to the person he loves...
The poor girl chose to help them, but she died in the war just to see the boy again.
Fu Huaichen loves musicals, so there is no way he would miss such a classic piece. With his knowledge, it is even more impossible that he has not read "Les Misérables."
what is love?Hugo talked about many kinds of love, and these loves, without exception, are giving, dedication, redemption, and even fulfillment.
She wanted him to let go.
The golden red wine sparkled in the glass, the people in the bar were singing and drinking, and Fu Huaichen drank one glass after another.
Shen Chuan held his chin with his hands and looked at him intently as he drank.
Her own cup was filled with juice.
"You seem to be in a bad mood." She smiled: "Ever since I sang that song."
Fu Huaichen said: "But your mood seems to have suddenly improved."
He drank too much and his voice was a little hoarse: "After you found out that I was in a bad mood."
He was drunk, and his voice was full of grievances, "I drank so much, but you didn't persuade me to drink less."
Shen Chuan was a little funny: "You are 30 years old this year, not 13. You have the ability to take responsibility for any of your actions."
"I'm 32."
Shen Chuan really laughed now.
She smiled and said: "If I don't tell you, will you keep drinking? Wait until tomorrow, those executives who discuss business with you will see a hungover President Fu?"
Fu Huaichen put down his wine glass.
"You're getting worse and worse for me."
Shen Chuan smiled: "I think people who keep pets will at least understand one truth, that is, the effort you put in often cannot get back the same reward."
"After all, as long as a pet is docile, cute, and can be seen at any time, it's enough. She doesn't need to think about it."
Fu Huaichen's blurred eyes seemed to be sober after drinking, and he looked at Shen Chuan with a look that was almost confused.
"Do you think I treat you as a pet?"
"Is not it?"
"I have never thought about it this way." Fu Huaichen explained with gestures with his hands: "I just... I just..."
Shen Chuan interrupted him: "You didn't think so, but you did this."
Of course, you can't drive when you're drunk like this, but it's a coincidence that driving agents abroad are not as common as in China, and it's even harder to find them especially after midnight.
In the end, Qi Yan came over to fight the man back.
When he returned to the hotel, Fu Huaichen was still conscious, but his feet were a little unsteady.
"How about I postpone tomorrow's schedule?" Qi Yan asked cautiously.
"What are you pushing? Finish the conversation and go back early. Chu'an won't be used to living here."
Shen Chuan waved his hands repeatedly: "No, please don't let me influence any of your decisions. Don't blame the wrong color of the vase if the cooperation talks collapse."
Qi Yan was stunned.
But Fu Huaichen chuckled muffledly, hugged Shen Chuan in his arms, and said to him, "You go back first. I am 30 years old, not 13. Don't you know how much I drink? Tomorrow's schedule will be as usual, I will be late 1 Minutes, your salary will be deducted."
Qi Yan gave him a middle finger.
This "awakeness" only lasts until you enter the door.
After entering the door, Shen Chuan was pressed against the door by him, and he kissed her passionately. While kissing, he muttered vaguely: "I have never...how can you believe it..."
The strong smell of alcohol penetrated the lips and tongue, and the sober man was also a bit tipsy.
(End of this chapter)