Ruo Chun and Jing Ming - Chapter 65

chapter65 (plus more on September 5)

The moment before the light went out, Jing Ming turned his eyes and looked at Du Ruo, his eyes were quiet like a pond, the next second, his eyes moved away.

He didn’t wear glasses this time, but it still seemed so far away.

The infield light goes out. The spotlight was on the stage.

Du Ruo sat down mechanically, and his heart seemed to be tortured by something, his pain was so tight that he couldn’t move.

The rapid and generous notes flew from the stage. The first song was the turbulent “Bumblebee Flying Dance”, which was vigorous, enthusiastic and intense. However, her mind couldn’t keep up with the rhythm of the piano, she just felt dizzy, confused, and mixed with various emotions in her chest.

Fortunately, Yi Kun listened carefully to the concert and did not seem to notice her strangeness.

And until the end of the song, she dared to turn her head to look at Jingming.

Across the aisle, he looked at the pianist on the stage, and the dazzling lights hit him, his face calm and clear.

He didn’t look at her from the beginning to the end, and seemed to be completely immersed in music, never distracting her.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the stage, her thoughts were sometimes wrapped in music, and she sometimes pulled out. Just chaos, the first half ended.

The lights turned on, and there was human voice in the quiet venue.

Yi Kun turned to ask Du Ruo, “How do you feel?”

Du Ruo nodded guilty: “Very good.”

At that end, Jing Ming got up and walked outside, passing by in front of her, she felt a heavy load in her heart, and she was restless.

After staying there for more than ten seconds, she finally smiled at Yi Kun: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Ok.”

She got up and quickly walked out of the concert hall, went out, and saw people coming and going. She looked around and finally found Jing Ming’s figure, and he went to the direction leading to the terrace.

Du Ruo chased him, and as soon as he passed the corridor, he bumped into Jingming returning from the terrace.

The two stopped at the same time.

The aisle was narrow, there were several Impressionist paintings hanging on the black wall, and a few white soft lights were shot from the top of his head, shining on his fair face, the shadow of his eyelashes was cast under his eyes, and he could not see much emotion.

She lingered for a long time. At first, the thin teenager in the hospital corridor became a tall man at this moment. Her lips squirmed gently and finally, she spit out two words:

“Jingming …”

She called his name for the first time in her life.

He was a little strange to hear, and for a long time, his eyes dropped slightly, swiping up and down, and fell into her eyes: “Is something wrong?”

He hasn’t seen him for six years, and his voice has changed, his voice has become deeper and more magnetic.

“You heard that you came back six months ago?” She asked, unconsciously pinching her fingers.

“Ok.”

“You …” I wanted to say why didn’t come to me, couldn’t say, “You haven’t seen Wanziang them?”

“See what they do?” He asked back.

She was dumb.

His gaze fell on her wrist unintentionally, and the diamond bracelet shone brightly under the light, dazzling. He looked away and looked at the mural on the wall.

She asked, “How are you doing?”

“Very good,” he said, “you look pretty good.”

The alienation in tone cannot be ignored.

She tried hard to smile, but also wanted to say something, but the strangeness between the two people lingered, leaving her speechless.

He frowned, and stopped looking at her: “Leave.”

He pulled away.

The wind in the early autumn was blowing from the terrace, and her heart was cold.

Back in the concert hall, Jing Ming sat in his place and looked down at his mobile phone.

Du Ruo sat down, Yi Kun looked at her and said nothing. She couldn’t stop her expression, but fortunately it started in the second half.

She sat in the dark and took a deep breath to restrain herself, trying to calm down the uncomfortable emotions in her heart. Unfortunately, the watersofIrrawaddy played on the stage, and the sad and sad notes poured out, slamming into her. She couldn’t help but burst into tears. Straight down, hurriedly lowered his hands and covered his eyes.

Yi Kun handed Du Ruo a tissue, and she quickly calmed down again, wiped it, and said with a strong smile, “This song is too sad.”

Yi Kun: “Yes.”

As he was talking, Jing Ming stood up and left the scene.

After one, two, three songs, he never returned.

The Mercedes-Benz car had stopped by the side of the road, Jing Ming strode over, the driver opened the back door, and he sat in.

Chen Xian sat on the co-pilot and wondered, “It’s over?”

“Um.” Jing Ming hit his elbow on the window with his back firmly against the tip of his nose and lips, as if suppressing a certain emotion.

Chen Xian stretched his neck and looked out: “But there didn’t seem to be any slack.”

“I thought there was work to deal with, so I came out ahead of time.” Jing Ming said, with a deep undulation in his chest, he looked at him.

“Back to the company now?”

“Come back home.”

“Okay, I asked Sister Yang to bring it in.” Chen Xian said, looking at the rearview mirror in the car, Jing Ming’s jaw clenched, his face was ugly.

Chen Xian is inexplicably nervous. What’s wrong with Wanxiang Company?

…

The concert ended without enduring applause.

Du Ruo stood up with a calm expression, but her gaze revealed her unwillingness.

Yi Kun took her and walked out with the crowd of people, suddenly asking, “How about it, do you like it?”

Du Ruo looked up: “… ah?”

He looked at her: “Concert, do you like it?”

“……Yes, I like it.”

“Which song do you like?”

“Exodus.” Du Ruo said casually, and lowered his eyes, “What about you?”

“Same as you.” Yi Kun said.

“Oh.” Du Ruo bowed her head and was speechless.

Yi Kun looked down at her. The sparkling girl at dinner disappeared, and she became very worried. He didn’t know the things between her and Jingming, but he didn’t expect that after six years, he would make her feel lost as soon as he appeared.

Out of the concert hall, she stepped down the stairs, she didn’t pay much attention, stepped on the air accidentally, and almost rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, he responded quickly and immediately pulled her and pulled her back.

She was startled, and then suddenly woke up.

Yi Kun said, “What do you want ?!” He paused for a second, and said, “The concert is so nice that it won’t make you addicted at this time.”

Du Ruo scratched her hair and said, “Oh, I’m thinking about the name of the third song, I want to score.”

The third song is Exodus.

Yi Kun didn’t take it apart and said, “I don’t remember it either. Go back and check.”

“Ok.”

…

Late at night, Yang Ming’s car drove into a villa area, bypassed the woods pond, and stopped in front of a three-and-a-half-storey European-style building.

Jingming lived alone, so only the living room on the first floor and the study on the second floor were lit.

Yang Yan took the information and got out of the car. Chen Xian also came down from his car: “Trouble, are you at home?”

“No. At Mrs. Jing’s house,” Yang said. “Why did you suddenly want Wanxiang’s materials, not listening to a piano concert?”

“I don’t know. I think he has been in a bad mood these days and eats less. I ordered him a French restaurant he likes very much. As a result, half of the meal was eaten. The dinner was just served and left. Also, when I heard about it, I left, saying that I was thinking about work. “

Yang Ye wondered: “Let’s go and see.”

Chen Xian led her over and opened the door with the key.

Yang Ye changed her shoes and entered the house. For the first time, she came to Jingming’s house and looked around. The interior decoration was Nordic cold wind, blue-grey walls, and white-gray floors. Sofa and carpet cabinets are mostly blue gray, green gray and white.

The open kitchen is also a dark green, the stove is clean, and there is obviously no fireworks.

There is no breath in life.

Living in such an empty and cold big house alone, Yang Yan could not understand.

She went upstairs.

There is a large living room on the second floor, with floor lamps, sofas, and wall-mounted bookcases. The two doors were closed, I don’t know which one was inside.

She was about to knock one at random, and heard the murmur of machines.

Looking back, a small, big-eyed robot got out from behind the sofa, turning his head to the left and right, seeing her, his eyes blinked twice, and he ran towards her immediately.

The little robot ran to her feet, raised her head, and said cutely, “You girl have a bad temper.”

Yang Yan asked a question mark: “Ah?”

After the little robot spoke, Zizi, Zizi, his head crooked and crooked, recognized for a while, seemed to perceive something wrong, suddenly did not speak, and turned away.

As I walked away, I threw my arms and murmured, “Oh, I was wrong. Gurumu ~~ Don’t be angry, okay?”

Yang Zheng was scratching his head. The door of the study was opened. Jing Ming looked at her and asked, “Here are the materials?”

“here.”

Jing Ming took it, sat down on the sofa, and turned half open.

Yang Yan leaned against the wall, waiting bored, and took out a cigarette.

Jing Ming didn’t look up: “My house is non-smoking.”

She raised her eyebrows, put away the cigarette, and held her hands waiting.

Zizi, Eva ran to Jingming’s feet, and his paws touched his feet. He glanced down at her, held her up on his lap, flicked her little paw with his fingers, and quickly flipped through the material.

The little robot looked curiously and asked Nuo Nuo, “What is this?”

“Information,” he answered.

The little robot Jiaojiao said, “Oh ~~~”

“…” Yang Yan squeezed the cigarette in his hands, but he was surprised that his attitude towards the little robot was like his girlfriend.

But within a few minutes, Jing Ming quickly turned it over and said, “The people from Wanxiang meet and have a contract to talk about.”

“Which contract?”

“A deal with Yuan Qian.”

“If it’s not that big, I’ll tell the others to do it. You don’t have to come in person.”

Jing Ming didn’t answer.

She understood: “Okay. I’ll tell you about the appointment.”

Jing Ming put down the little robot and went into the study. The little robot Da Da Da followed him into it.

Yang Ye came out of the villa, Chen Xian stepped forward: “What is it?”

“I don’t know why I suddenly became interested in the contract between Wanxiang and a company called Yuangan.”

Chen Xian froze. Du Ruo was at Yuan Qian.

Over the past six years, he has been regularly reporting the news of Du Ruo to Jing Ming. Although they are only a few short sentences and not detailed, they are enough to explain her situation.

Yang Yan said to himself, “How do I think he’s not quite right this time.”

She stood on the lawn, lit a cigarette, and looked back at the lighted room on the second floor.

With a cigarette, she fell into memories.

Six years ago, while studying in the United States, she received a call from benefactor Ming Yi saying that Jing Ming was going to her school. Ming Yi was worried about his mental condition and hoped that she would pay more attention to his condition.

She agreed then.

He came to the United States and became noticeable. The name “Jingming” is no stranger even to her business school circle. Unfortunately, his fiasco was equally striking.

He and the teenager in the online video judged them to be two, thin, silent, and dead. But when he hurriedly approached, he could see the extremely unfriendly gas in his eyes.

He does not associate with anyone and has no friends, but his professor is extremely partial to him.

Even Yang Yan, who was blessed by the Jing family, had regrets at first, thinking that he was just a type of genius that is most common in the world-the young fell and there was no day to turn around.

I didn’t want to ask about it after half a semester. His project was amazing for everyone. Even his American classmates said that he was still J.

Only six months later, his mental state suddenly started to deteriorate and became more isolated from the world. Even though he has improved in the future, he still has no friends, he is always alone, and the people on the project are limited to colleagues.

Yang Ye often helped him, and was responsible for reporting to Mingyi on a regular basis. He also became familiar with him. He knew his talents and talents hard, and also sympathized with the pain of falling from heaven to hell.

Three years ago, Jing Ming founded Chunhe Technology. Due to his bad name, Yang Ju was replaced by the legal representative. Yang Yan, who had no intention of staying in the United States, returned to China and started to take care of the company. Jing Ming’s work has always focused on research and development and strategic deployment. Even after returning to China six months ago, he rarely participated in communication, only occasionally exposed.

But lately, he has always changed like a machine, and he is absent-minded.

And the strange little robot just now made Yang Su suddenly realize that in these years, his silence and pain may not only be caused by that terrible failure, but maybe something else.

She wiped out her cigarette butt, took out her mobile phone, searched for Prime, and found a bunch of news photos. She accidentally found that there was a girl in the team.

Fingers slide quickly to one of them-a sensational racing competition six years ago, the teenagers of prime took a photo with the red sports car.

When she zoomed in on the photo a little bit, she saw the teenager Jing Ming smiling and his hand was around the girl’s shoulder.

She handed the photo to Chen Xian: “Who is this? Little Master’s girlfriend?”

Chen Xian scratched his head and couldn’t deny it: “… Yes.”

“After No.2 failed, fling the young master?” She raised an eyebrow.

“No. It seems he refuses to see her.”

Yang Yan sighed, sighed, and sighed, suddenly: “Do you sometimes feel that the young master is very pitiful.”

Chen Xian didn’t say anything.

Yang Yan glanced at the night sky: “Let ’s say, the products developed by Chunhe and the elite companies we acquired are all directly or indirectly related to driverless driving, like controlling and monopolizing all those in this field. And he Obviously already has the most powerful technology and ability, but he does not want to be unmanned …. Who tortures? “

She said, looking back at the window on the second floor.

Jing Ming worked in the study until late at night.

At first, Eva ran around and walked around, and then came to Jingming’s side, stroking his leg, and then later, she automatically hibernated.

At 12:30, Jing Ming collected the information and got up to wash.

Out of the bathroom, returned to the bedroom, and stunned the remote control, all the lights upstairs and downstairs quietly turned off.

Moonlight spilled in through the window. He picked up the small bottle on the bedside table, poured out two sleeping pills, and took it under water.

The man lay down and closed his eyes.