She Came To My Concert

The two walked through the empty passage, pushed open a door and walked in, where various staff members were busy shuttling.

Lu Manman stood in front of Zhu Wen's book, looked around, and said in bits and pieces: "Where is he...Miss Zhu, please wait, I'll go—"

There was a sound behind him, and Lu Manman turned around, only to find that Zhu Wenshu was gone.

She glanced at the safe passage next to her, and pursed her lips to tighten the door.

Inside the door, Zhu Wenshu was leaning against the wall, his chest undulating slightly, staring closely at Ling Chen in front of him.

He was still wearing that white shirt, and when he looked down, there seemed to be some snow particles hanging on his eyelashes.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I thought you weren't coming."

I don't know if it's because he sang for too long, but his voice is hoarse than usual.

"You didn't mean to celebrate my birthday."

Zhu Wenshu said softly, "Of course I'm coming."

Ling Chen lowered his head, his eyes slowly shifted to her hands.

"Why are you empty-handed?"

"I bought flowers, but my friend—"

Zhu Wenshu's voice stopped abruptly when her palm was wrapped in warmth. She lowered her head and saw Ling Chen holding her hand.

Suddenly, a string of shiny things wrapped around her wrist.

It was clearly something cold, but it made Zhu Wenshu feel like his whole hand was getting sugary.

She stared at it for a long time before murmuring, "What is this?"

"birthday present."

Seeing her silent for a while, Ling Chen asked, "Don't you like it?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

How could she not like it, she was just thinking, how could she have the nerve to accept it if it was an expensive item.

"Or," Ling Chen's eyes fixed on her face again, "do you like fireworks more?"

"……No."

Zhu Wenshu moved his neck, "It's too precious."

"Not expensive."

Ling Chen took a long breath, "I didn't spend any money."

Zhu Wenshu raised his eyes suddenly, "Huh?"

Seeing her like this, Ling Chen twitched his lips.

"do not worry."

"?"

"I said that I sell my art but not my body."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

The hand was still held by him, and Zhu Wenshu didn't take it out.

She looked away awkwardly, the fingertips of her other hand curled up in her cuff.

The two fell into silence for no reason, but the air in the safe passage was very hot, as if the air conditioner was on.

After a while, Zhu Wenshu heard Ling Chen ask: "Then do you like it?"

Just as Zhu Wenshu was about to speak, a strange voice suddenly came from the corridor beyond the wall, causing Chen to subconsciously look to the other side.

"It's over, I don't think I can get out of the pit, and I'm stuck in his hands for the rest of my life."

"Woo... Me too."

"Help, I really like Ling Chen, I really like this concert"

After the two passed by, the sound gradually disappeared.

Under the dim light, Ling Chen turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Zhu Wenshu.

"And you?"

"..."

Zhu Wenshu's voice was small but clear, "Me too."

Chapter 47

Ling Chen was stunned, as if he didn't expect Zhu Wenshu to be the answer.

"It's a concert..." He paused for a long time before asking the next sentence, "Or me?"

Zhu Wenshu's heart was beating fast, but his words were still clear.

"Both."

All of a sudden, Zhu Wenshu felt that the hand holding her was clenched tightly, and the eyes of Ling Chen in front of him became very dark.

He didn't speak for a long time, but his dark eyes seemed to be surging with waves.

Zhu Wenshu was pulled into his arms at some point.

When he came back to his senses, he felt that his shoulder was about to be strangled by him.

Different from the previous two hugs, Ling Chen seemed to have lost the ability to control his strength tonight.

In his body temperature, Zhu Wenshu gradually found the real feeling of tonight.

She fell into a gentle palm like fluttering snowflakes.

Then, it slowly melted in his palm.

I don't know how long it has passed, but my feet already feel sore and numb.

Zhu Wenshu adjusted his breathing over and over again, wanting to say something, but afraid of breaking the atmosphere at this time.

At this time, Ling Xingyan's voice rang outside the door, accompanied by a sudden ringing of the mobile phone.

"Sorry, I wanted to call you." His tone was weak, "I forgot that your phone is with me."

"..."

The voice-activated light of the safe passage went out at some point, and in the darkness, Zhu Wenshu could only feel Ling Chen's embrace pulling away a little bit.

He turned around and opened the door, not in a hurry to go out, leaning against the door frame to block the wishing letter inside.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ling Xing said: "?"

He laughed angrily, brushed his hair randomly to calm down, and then leaned against the door frame on the other side, looking at Ling Chen wearily and helplessly.

After he hesitated to speak for a while, he just shook his head, then looked up at the people inside.

"Good evening, teacher."

Zhu Wenshu's voice came from behind Ling Chen's shoulder.

"Good evening, Mr. Ling."

I can guess that the two have something to talk about, and most of it is related to me

, So Zhu Wenshu took the initiative to say: "You are busy, I will go home first."

She took two steps forward and wanted to go out, but found that Ling Chen was still blocking the door tightly, showing no tendency to give way.

The man's body blocked her tightly, so she couldn't see what was going on outside.

She stretched out her hand and tugged on Order Chen's cuff, and said in a low voice, "I have to go home."