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Chapter 8 5. The Night Song and the Shadow

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    After four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is not so hot, it is the scheduled time for Wang Ying to take the children out for a walk, and he will start cooking after an hour, and then wait for Rousang to come home

    Today he is very depressed, and his life no longer follows the original rules and rhythms.  He wandered for a long time in a bustling commercial street outside Tianhe Yazhu, and when he got home, he buried himself in the sofa without saying a word.  Rousang went to the magazine office, probably in a hurry, there was no music playing, the house was so quiet that the sound of dust could be heard.

    Babies whimpered and whined in the nursery.  It's early to go out every day but there is no movement from the adults, the little guy is in a hurry.  No one paid attention to the cry, so he just started to cry. The cry of a small animal didn't mean much distress, but it was like an adult talking to himself. After listening to it for a while, Wang Ying guessed what he was talking about.  It will be about Aha.  The crying was ignored, so he stopped crying. A ray of sunlight slanted in, and the light band crossed the crib and connected to the opposite wall. There were countless fine dust flying inside.  Woo, began his baby soliloquy.  Wang Ying picked him up, his dark eyes were still looking at the sunshine.

    Wang Ying wanted to take the child to the garden downstairs for a walk, but as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

    "Hello?"

    "Ms. Wang?" It's Miss Ni, the owner of the blues.  The attitude of simplifying complex things.

    "Hello, I am Wang Ying."

    "Ms. Wang, a friend from abroad is coming to listen to the saxophone tonight. I would like to ask you to come here before the opening, okay?"

    "OK."

    Just after Wang Ying left for a while, Rousang returned home.  She was a little surprised that the house was empty.

    He's not in now.  She didn't like unexpected things in life, but there were already two accidents in one day, and he was not sitting at the dining table waiting for her, nor was he in another room.

    She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little tired.  There are rose-colored wine and lights in the house, and the pink aroma of the dishes permeates in the music, which makes the house extraordinarily peaceful.  The baby is looking at the ceiling, and he seems to understand the silence and be part of it.

    The dishes on the table are still hot, including green pepper sliced ??eel and lily cassia stew, plus a bowl of wheat and black rice.  Wang Ying was not there, she looked at her favorite dishes and lost her appetite.  The baby was babbling and trying to talk in the crib, and she picked him up: "Baby, where is Daddy?"

    The child laughed and scratched her hair.

    "Tell me, baby, why did Dad leave suddenly? He didn't even eat."

    She taught him to say "Dad", and the baby struggled to make a sound: "Ma woo¡ª"

    "Oh, baby!" She kissed his little cake-like face, full of motherhood, and almost thought it was her child.  As for the child's father, they have lived together for several months, and they are still strangers to each other.  Thinking about it carefully, Wang Ying is a person who suddenly appeared in her life, a person in a dream.  When he was performing in the chasing light on the stage, under the red or purple light, he was wearing silver or golden clothes and stood easily.  It looked like a dream.  On the night when she left Yungui, she accidentally saw his performance at the Guizhou Hotel.  Even if she looked at the flowers in the fog, the light and images at that moment were stationed in her heart more deeply than the daily scene.

    Could it be that he is really just a person in a dream, who will disappear at any time?

    She grew up with her mother in a quiet rural school when she was young. She went to a foreign country to study alone in junior high school. She went to university at the age of 16. She spent more than ten years studying and was often alone.  Perhaps, because of the long-term loneliness and lack of security, I will be disturbed by any small accident.  Perhaps, she has fallen in love with him deeply-the word "love" is what they have been avoiding from the beginning.

    She forgot how she spent those countless nights without him and this child.  She was no longer in the habit of sleeping alone every night since they existed in her space.  She was not listening to the baby, or to the footsteps in the garden or in the corridor.  She always fell asleep slowly while waiting for him, and once fell into his arms in her dreams.  But they were usually so polite and measured to each other, especially him, whose maturity and rationality made her feel strange.  He hadn't even been in her boudoir.  Even if it is a shared bathroom, they will pick it up carefully, leaving no personal traces.  Wasn't she attractive enough for him?  Could it be that he has experienced too many women's temptations so he is numb?  Could it be that because of Aha, he became a pure believer?

    Rousang carried the child to the balcony to watch the night view of the city.  The city at night becomes more and more beautiful and unreal. The south wind blows across the vast Pearl River, bringingWhen is it time to come to the south?  "

    The two men embraced tightly.

    "You're all gone, it doesn't make sense for me to be in Yungui, so I'm leaving too."

    "Then your *class"

    "Don't worry about my medical class. I've been looking for you."

    "Are you looking for me?"

    "Yeah, don't forget, I, you, Aha, we are a golden trio, without you, I am not happy. Is Aha coming later?" Jam looked towards the door of the bar.

    "Sheis not with me."

    "What the hell happened?" Jam shrugged.

    "I came to the south just to find her."

    "Oh, it's a pity, Aha is a beautiful, individual, and brave girl, Eagle, it must be your problem that she left you!"

    Wang Ying was silent for a while: "Are you playing alto or soprano tonight?"

    Jam jumped with joy: "You still play bass? It's great!" Jam didn't use his breath well in playing bass, and the sound he played lacked control. He learned the trumpet in the United States, so he played alto or alto.  It will be handy and high-spirited.

    "Hawk, let me introduce you to my friend Watson, he's a great keyboard player!"

    Watson is a Danish man, with pinkish gray complexion, green eyes, and a little shy.  But when he fiddled with the keyboard, he immediately became a music maniac, performing various music scenes at will with his fingers flying.

    The three played one piece after another heartily, and before they knew it, the bar was already full of people.

    The bar becomes a magic box of music.

    Ms. Ni looked at the lively scene on the small stage again, gently withdrew from the crowd, leaned towards the bar, her eyes were still looking at the stage, but her fingers were spread out, and one arm was stretched back in a graceful shape¡ªbecause it was in harmony with the whole person.  Disharmonious, it seems that the shape is a bit forced - usually, at this time, the bartender will immediately put a glass of her favorite pink lady into her hand, and pinch her two fingers on the handle of the glass  Let her hold it tight.  Her elegant orchid fingers paused in the air for more than ten seconds, and she didn't get the cool and round goblet. She turned her head slowly in dissatisfaction, just in time to see the bartender handing the glass to a woman with a baby next to her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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