Chapter 88 Why learn cello
Lian Li immediately realized that he was talking about the young grass of 'old cows eating young grass'.
And she... agreed.
"That's not right." Jin Shiyue looked at her with his eyes, his thin lips raised slightly, "It was you who ate me up and wiped me clean. I didn't eat you up and wiped you clean. I should call you Nen Niu."
Lian Li: "...?"
Young cows eat old grass?
"Come here for breakfast." Jin Shiyue finished his words and walked to the restaurant.
Lian Li tried it just now. She couldn't get out because the door had a code. If she wanted to run away, there was only one way - to walk through the back garden to Jin Yanting's residence.
The road is boundless, but this destination is... a place of death without burial.
The Australian breakfast is very rich, including steak, acai berry, pasta, tomato and vegetable stew salad.
Lian Li tasted the fries. They had a special taste that could not be eaten outside. They were delicious.
Jin Shiyue placed a cup of warm brown sugar milk next to her arm.
Lian Li glanced at the milk out of the corner of her eye, then raised her eyes to peek at him secretly.
There was no milk in front of him.
"What are you looking at, to see if I can fill my stomach?" Jin Jiyue's acumen was beyond her imagination.
The beautiful scenery can only fill the eyes.
Lian Li silently looked away and chewed the steak quietly.
The beef meat is extremely delicious and has a delicate taste.
Although she wasn't very hungry, the food was delicious, so she ate a lot.
"Why learn cello?" Jin Shi asked coldly.
The cello is very big, but she is so small and has a small body to carry the cello all day long.
Lian Li said: "Because my parents like cello."
"Your parents like the cello, why don't they learn it?" Jin Shiyue said in a lazy tone.
Lian Li was slightly startled. She had never thought of this angle.
Jin Shiyue raised his thin eyelids lightly and looked at her: "You like it too?"
A long time ago, finding their mother became the obsession of the father and daughter. Mother likes the cello, and father also likes the cello because of his mother.
Lian Li was named by her mother. If she could stand on a bigger stage and play the cello, her mother would be impressed and recognize her daughter.
Whether she likes it or not doesn't matter when it comes to what must be done.
Lian Li lowered her long eyelashes and looked at the blueberries on the plate. She pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Why do you play the cello if you don't like me?"
"I like it." Jin Shiyue said casually, "No wonder you have always liked me for so many years."
Lian Li looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion.
How could she have liked him for so many years?
And her liking the cello and her liking him are closely related?
As a result, Jin Shiyue said without changing his expression: "My voice is the sound of the cello."
"..."
Lian Li was a little speechless. His voice sounded like a cello.
The cello is a low-pitched string instrument whose timbre is rich in harmonics and resonance, so it sounds full, warm, deep and rich.
The rich tone makes the cello stand out when playing the bass part in a symphony orchestra. The bass range of the cello makes it play a unique and important role in the band.
Jin Shiyue's voice was cold and cold, like the sound of jade hitting a clear spring, which was completely incompatible with the richness. Besides, he is cynical and has no inhibitions all day long, so how can he be so deep?
"Go check your ears when you have time." Lian Li suggested, picking up some blueberries with a fork. I also checked my eyes by the way.
Jin Shiyue raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and his eyes fell meaningfully on her face: "You care about me so much?"
"No." Lian Li said, "I'm just worried that if you don't have good hearing, your displeasure at the concert will affect the orchestra's reputation."
Jin Shiyue's eyes were filled with interest: "You also know that I went to a concert and the tracker was pressed on me?"
The eldest young master’s paranoia about being murdered has recurred again.
Lian Li raised her eyelashes and glanced at him: "I guessed."
"Then guess which piece I like best." Jin Shiyue said with great interest.
Lian Li rolled her eyes and searched frantically in her mind for music that matched Jin Jiyue's temperament. For a long time, she couldn't find the answer.
I feel like no song can accurately describe him.
Jin Shiyue leaned back leisurely on the chair, raised his eyes, and looked at her lightly: ""Butterfly Lovers"."
Perhaps due to illness, his voice was hoarse, like fine gravel rubbing against Lian Li's ears, arousing a subtle feeling.
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Her heart beat a beat faster, and her eyes met his for an instant.
Cello Quartet "Butterfly Lovers".
A piece she previously performed at the Hong Kong City Cultural Center Concert Hall.
It's also her mother's favorite song.
The man's forehead hair naturally rested on his brow bone, and his pair of dark eyes were a bit deeper than usual.
Although he is not a serious person at ordinary times, the hormones of a mature man in his body have not diminished at all.
Lazy and careless.
Now his sickly eyebrows have calmed down, magnifying the charm of a mature man several times. When he wasn't smiling, he looked ruthless and cold. Lian Li felt that if she wasn't careful, she would be roughly eaten by him, leaving no bones behind.
She looked away, holding the cup of brown sugar milk with both hands, and said softly: "That song is nice, and many people like it."
The restaurant became quiet, and Lian Li drank milk slowly.
After breakfast, Jin Shiyue went to answer the phone. Lian Li sat on the sofa, waiting for the eldest young master to issue a pardon order to let her go.
She was scrolling through her phone boredly and saw a hot search for Fu Sinian, a popular male figure.
Click here to check it out. The entertainment paparazzi photographed Fu Sinian and a woman entering and exiting the hotel, and their suspected love affair was exposed.
Fu Sinian's appearance was clearly visible in the photo, but the woman's appearance was blurry, so blurry that she couldn't even make out her figure. The picture has obviously been processed.
The paparazzi are probably afraid that Chen Weiqi will settle a score with them.
With someone like Chen Weiqi, with a good background, high status, and good looks, it is normal to have a man.
After all, men want to curry favor with her one after another and try their best to please her. She is not a female Bodhisattva, and she is just playing for fun.
Li Ye led the God of Wealth back. As soon as he entered the door and let go of the reins, the God of Wealth ran to Lian Li's feet.
She was wearing pants today, and there were trousers for him to sniff.
The Tibetan Mastiff is strong, loyal, brave, has a thick coat and a mighty physique, and is known as the king of dogs.
The God of Wealth is fierce and aggressive, and it took Li Ye a long time to barely tame it.
Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff rubbing against Lian Li like a Samoyed, he reprimanded in his heart: Double-standard dog!
You have to say politely and kindly: "Miss Lian."
Lian Li smiled at him and nodded in greeting: "Does the God of Wealth go out for a walk every morning?"
Li Ye said: "Tibetan Mastiffs are large and require a lot of exercise. They need enough space and exercise to maintain health."
Lian Li said she understood. She stretched out her hand to gently rub the hair on the God of Wealth's back. She remembered that he followed her last time in New York and asked again:
"Isn't it said that a dog has only one master in its life? Why does it follow me?"