Chapter 8: The Wasp's Frequent Attacks on the Autumn Swing Rope

  Since coming to the company, Muxi Xue felt a little relaxed for the first time. Today, we had a truly meaningful meeting, and everyone expressed their own opinions seriously during the meeting, which were their inner thoughts.

  The sample of Fashion Week has been basically modified. Unlike the previous days, it was like being chased by a wolf, and it was miserable.

  She wanted to go see the sea. When this thought flashed through her mind, another voice emerged from deep within: Are you going to see the sea or are you going to see someone?

  That day, he said that every night he would come to the seaside. Because he had nowhere else to go, only the nighttime seaside.

  Muxi Xue was disappointed. She walked barefoot with her shoes in hand on the beach for five or six rounds, half an hour passed, and not even a shadow of a person could be seen. Maybe she misheard, maybe... In the distance, someone was waving at her.

  Pei Yichen, wearing large sunglasses, sat on the steps of the dam and saw Musi Xue walking over. He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Musi Xue to sit down. Musi Xue hesitated slightly before sitting beside Pei Yichen.

  Pei Yichen took a black coffee from behind him, and since the last time he met her here, he would buy good black coffee every night to wait for her: "Come on the way."

  Mù Sī Xuě took over the coffee: "Thank you!"

  Gu Man thought Snow didn't have the intention of drinking it, so Pei Yichen said softly: "Don't worry, it's black coffee!"

  At dusk, Xue Ruo smiled and he somehow knew what she was thinking: "How did you know I only drink black coffee?"

  "I noticed the cup that day."

  "There is no indication on the cup that it's black coffee."

  "Ah, I was referring to coffee stains," said Pei Yichen with a smile.

  Muxi Xue's face slightly flushed: Did I just blurt that out?

  "Don't you like it?"

  "Oh no!" Musui Xue hastily picked up her coffee and pretended to drink it to cover up her embarrassment.

  Pei Yichen gazed lovingly at Mu Si Xue who looked slightly uneasy.

  "Is your leg better now?"

  "Hmm. Can't say it's good or bad. You know, this kind of injury is a test of your patience."

  "Did you bring your guitar?" Musan Xue's evasive gaze fell on the guitar in the wheelchair.

  "En, I've been carrying it for these few days."

  "Why? Do you like guitar?"

  He used to think that his old guitar couldn't match her noble piano; He used to think she was distant and unattainable; He used to think they were people from two different worlds; He used to think he wouldn't fall in love with her: "I want to play for you."

  "You're really good at making people happy! You obviously like it yourself, but you say 'I want to play it for you'." Musan Xue smiled.

  "It's really for you to listen."

  "Rubbish! It's as if he knew I was coming today." Musi Xue took the guitar and handed it to Pei Yicen: "What song are you most skilled at?"

  "What do you want to hear? I have many specialties."

  "Then it's 'Hotel California'."

  "You're a pro!" Pei Yichen said, repeating what he had once said before. At that time, she was sixteen years old and he was nineteen. He marveled at Muxi Xue's musical talent, marveled at her kindness and beauty!

  "It's just something I've heard before, I know the guitar is its main character." Musi Xue put on an expression of waiting to listen.

  This long-missed charming expression made Pei Yichen's heart beat faster, and he nervously plucked the strings.

  That's just how he is. Any shock, any panic or confusion, as long as he hears the sound of a guitar, he'll become immersed in music.

  The guitar's limpid melody gently brushed past their ears, and after a tentative plucking, the beautiful music became somewhat decadent, with a hint of recklessness in the decadence, and a touch of passion in the recklessness.

  There is a hoarse voice mixed with this charming guitar sound, desolate and lonely.

  Muxi Xue was enchanted by what she heard. An old song, how could he sing it with such fluency and vividness? She had underestimated him.

  The singing part ended, and the guitar sound continued like flowing clouds and water. Pei Yichen strummed the guitar while staring at Musi Xue in a daze, and in his trance, he saw again the pure and innocent smile from nine years ago, the smile that had captivated him for life. He stopped playing the guitar, and his hand gently caressed Musi Xue's face: it was his Nian'er, his beloved, and all his lifelong regrets were in this moment - in his silent tears.

  Muxi Xue suddenly sprang up from Pei Yichen's side: What did he call her? He said he wanted to play for her to hear? What was behind his black glasses, after all?

  He should have been on guard when he gave her the black coffee, and just now he even said 'this kind of injury you know'. Muxi Xue's feet unconsciously retreated backwards, he knew her! He used to know her!

  Muxi Xue quickly turned around and ran towards the beach: she couldn't let anyone know that she had lost her memory.

  Mom said it would be very dangerous for her, and Dad would also be in danger, they would all be in danger.

  If she had believed her mother at that time, her mother would not have been caught off guard!

  Pei Yichen clenched his fist and slammed it onto the cold steps. What was he doing? This would only scare her away, making her leave him further.

  Her shoes! He clenched his aching hand, and yet there was a thread of secret joy in his heart: she would come back! She must come back!

  After sending the bidding details to the old man, Ling Shui walked out of the company and drove to the seaside: he wanted to be alone.

  In these years in Shuicheng, whenever he thought of Chou Baigui, he would come to the seaside for a walk.

  He is with anyone else will think of ugly eight, but when he is with that woman, he forgets everything, she is the ugly eight...

  At least she always piles up with ugly monsters, similar yet different.

  Ugly Eight! Where are you? The five-year contract is almost up. Can we still trust the old man's words?

  He seemed to have gotten used to living in waiting and longing, although despair would come at any time, but there was a glimmer of light calling him at the end of that wait.

  Sometimes he would calmly tell himself that Lao Baigui was no longer in this world and the old man just wanted to use him.

  Every time he has this idea, another voice appears in his heart: it's only five years, even if you have to wait for a lifetime, you are willing, and even look forward to such a life, as long as you can see her once in your lifetime.

  "Is the nuclear power plant's safety really good? I hope so, but I'm worried about the radiation. The government says it's safe, but I don't know if I can believe them. I just want to live in a safe and healthy environment."

  Why can't I get around it? Musui Xue was forced to raise her head and saw Ling Shuiyao standing in front of her: Why is it him again?

  Even in the dim light of night, he still saw tears all over her face, she was heartbroken.

  His heart began to feel uneasy.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Sorry! Nothing." How was he? Mu Si Xue turned her body sideways, thinking of going around him.

  Ling Shuiyue blocked her way again: "A woman running wildly on the beach with tears streaming down her face is likely to get into trouble."

  "What did you say......" Musui Xue's fingers touched the tears on her face, and she hastily wiped them away with her hand.

  In the darkness, Ling Shui handed over a white object: "Tissues."

  "Thank you!" Mu Si Xue said thank you and took over the tissue paper, continuing to walk forward.

  Ling Shuiyue quietly followed behind Musashi Yuki at a distance that was neither far nor near.

  The beach is getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, Mu Si Xue felt a sharp pain in her feet, looked down and found that she was barefoot.

  "Does it hurt?" Ling Shuiyue stood behind Musi Xue.

  "Moonlight Snow turned around, she didn't expect Ling Shuiyue would follow him over."

  "I think we're going in the same direction. I'm heading to the parking lot, how about you?"

  Muxi nodded slightly.

  "Are there shoes in the car?"

  Nothing.

  "Can you still walk?"

  "It's still... okay." Musui Xue furrowed her brow and carefully shifted her feet.

  Ling Shuiyue suddenly hugged Gong Zhu Bao and held Musi Xue in his arms. Everything came too suddenly, Musi Xue didn't know whether to refuse or accept.

  "You can't even take advantage of the momentum and hold my neck. It's at least 100 kilograms! It's not like it's the first time you've been hugged?" Ling Shuiyue complained on purpose.

  "I don't have......" His face was surprisingly close to hers, and Mu Si Xue quickly lowered her head, wrapping her arms around Ling Shui Yao's neck, no longer thinking about refusing or accepting.