Chapter Four.

Wang Yao saw that Mu Mu's unusual emotions were causing the atmosphere to fall into a strange silence, so he hurried to help her. "Mu Mu lost her voice a few years ago due to excessive fright and cannot speak."

The sound of the qin rises, and the "ding dong" falls like a flurry of raindrops. A powerful revolutionary song is played, and it is transformed into a gentle weeping at her fingertips.

Colonel Zhuo, Director Li... Wang Yao spoke first. "She is Su Muxu. She is accompanying Teacher Cai on behalf of Xiao Wang this time. Muxu, this is Director Li, also the deputy head of our cultural troupe. And this is Colonel Zhuo, thanks to his help in coordinating this performance."

Hang up the phone, Zhuo Chaoran and Director Li hurriedly exchanged a few words and then left without giving her another glance from beginning to end.

It's him, the face that has appeared countless times in her dreams...

Okay, okay. Thank you, Director Li. As Wang Yao responded, he pulled Mu Mu away.

She turned her face to look at the handsome figure not far away, so close yet so far.

The sound is very good. The clear voice, like a flowing spring, is a transcendent voice.

What reason does an upright military officer have to fall in love with a mute who has been in prison? This kind of plot is probably impossible even in fairy tales.

Withdraw your hand, Mu Mu swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, and forced a bitter smile.

She even imagined that he would just pass by her indifferently, without even stopping his gaze on her.

The director has not spoken yet, Wang Yao apologizes to the director with a guilty face, saying, "I'm sorry, Director Li. She usually plays well, but maybe she was a little nervous today, which caused her to play incorrectly. Let her play again, and you can listen again."

For him, she was just a woman who sold her body for 50,000 yuan... Just a fleeting spring dream.

... ...

There was finally a hint of a special emotion in his gaze. However, it disappeared before Mumu could fully comprehend its meaning.

He is Zhuo Chaoyue, the famous second young master of the Zhuo family, and the twin brother of Zhuo Chaoran.

Mumu deliberately took a step forward, looked up at him, wanting to see his face more clearly, and also let him see her face.

When did Hang come back?

Perhaps, leaving is the best choice. Don't make such unrealistic dreams anymore in the future. However, she has been waiting desperately for four years, just so she can stand in front of him today and ask him: "Are you still willing to let me be your girlfriend?"

Although I don't understand music, I can tell that her piano playing is beautiful and moving.

I have long been accustomed to this pair of twin brothers bickering scientists, continuing to play his golf, completely detached.

The person on the phone said something unknown, and a surprised expression appeared on Zhuo Chaoran's face. "Golf course? You just sat on a plane for more than ten hours, and now you want to go play golf?!"

They have excessively high requirements for the materials, which are difficult to achieve with the current level of technology. I need to study it further.

For the past four years, Mu Mu has imagined countless times in his mind the scene of meeting him again.

She will nod, nod firmly, a thousand times, ten thousand times...

Actually, even if he remembers, what difference does it make?

Just a faint and indifferent smile, tightly grasped Mu Mu's soul, making her remember the first encounter in the bar.

You're welcome!

Unlike the dignified military uniform worn by Zhuo Chaoran, Zhuo Chaoyue is dressed in a well-fitted black shirt and dark gray jeans, showcasing his perfect figure of over 1.8 meters under the tailored clothing.

Short-lived excitement turned into a heavy sense of confusion.

The implication from Zhuo Chaoran is already so obvious that it cannot be any clearer. Although Director Li disagrees with it, he still gives the team leader some face and clears his throat. "Your basic skills are good, it's just that you're not very familiar with the tune. Practice well when you go back today, and I'll listen to you again tomorrow."

It is clearly a flat land, but it feels like walking on clouds, with a floating and unsteady feeling underfoot.

After so many years of longing, it was not easy for her to reunite with him, only to end like this? Giving up?

Wang Yao patted her shoulder. "Play well, don't be nervous, Director Li is very easy-going."

Zhuo Chaoran arrived at the golf course and happened to see an elegant figure, lightly swinging a golf club, and the ball rolling in the direction he had calculated.

The prince will fall in love with Cinderella, she believes, because Cinderella is beautiful and kind.

He has already forgotten her, completely forgotten.

At no moment did she wish she could speak up. She wanted to ask him: "Have you forgotten about me? It's me, the one you said you wanted to be your girlfriend. Don't you remember at all?"

The two brothers discussed academic issues for a while, but to no avail. Zhuo Chaoyue decided to switch to a more constructive topic for discussion.

A tear falls into the dust, shattering her years of dreams...

How did the discussion go?

Mumu regained consciousness and quickly extended her trembling hand, placing it into his palm. She wanted to feel the warmth of his hand again, to see if it was still as scorching as when she left. Unfortunately, this time he only gave a light squeeze before letting go, devoid of the warmth and persistence from before.

Finally, she was just one step away from him. She clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and looked up to meet his gaze.

Unconsciously, a piece of music was played until the end, and the sad and desolate sound of the qin brought back her wandering mind.

Originally, his name was Zhuo Chaoran, which sounds really nice.

Mumu stared blankly at the hands on the piano. What did she play? Why does she have no impression at all?

His temperament emitted from his body is also different from Zhuo Chaoran, it is wild and unrestrained yet does not lose the firmness of a man, and his charming and sexy smile carries a hint of casualness, as if he can laugh off anything.

Four years have changed him too much. The carefree and rebellious spirit that once showed on his face, especially in his love for books, is now nowhere to be found. Instead, he exudes the solemn and upright demeanor of a professional soldier, as well as an aura of sacredness that cannot be profaned.

Mumu looked at Zhuo Chaoran in surprise. She played the tune like this, and he still said it was good?

Mumu was about to take out the white handkerchief that she always carried with her from her bag, when the cheerful sound of the marimba started playing. Zhuo Chaoran lowered his head and took out his phone, glanced at the name on the screen, his lips curved into a gentle smile.

But she never expected that he would forget her so completely and meet her again with such a polite tone. However, this cannot be blamed on him, after all, they only knew each other for one night.

Zhuo Chaoran, Zhuo Chaoran...

At this moment, running away is definitely not something that Su Muxu would do.

However, when such unfamiliar eyes swept over her, Mumo suddenly woke up from her self-deceiving illusion.

Mumu nodded and sat on the chair in front of the piano. She placed her fingers on the keys for a while before she found the melody and rhythm of that piece from her chaotic mind.

Okay. Wang Yao pulled Mu Mu towards the edge of the stage, lifted a white cloth, and a black piano appeared in front of Mu Mu.

航, how is your research on that female student going? Have you slept with her yet?

After playing the last note, Mumo timidly stood up.

Green grass and weeping willows, with the river water tinged red by the glow of the setting sun, flowing over shallow rapids.

Zhuo Chaoran turned back at the sound, looking at the man behind him who had the exact same appearance. Just finishing a journey of over ten hours, there was no trace of fatigue in his expression, and the captivating color in his deep black eyes remained unchanged.

Have you gotten off the plane? He walked away while holding the phone. Not knowing who was on the other end, he spoke with a smile in his voice. "Have you eaten yet?"

His eyes were still like a calm pool, without any ripples or waves.

Hello, Zhuo Chaoran. He reached out and introduced himself politely.

"I have something to attend to over here..." Zhuo Chaoran glanced at his watch, which was no longer the same one from four years ago, but still a Cartier. "I'll handle it quickly. Go back home and wait for me."

As soon as Zhuo Chaoran saw his younger brother, he immediately shed his cold and indifferent demeanor and put on a teasing smile. "Second Young Master, I am about to launch a missile. Do you think we are negotiating a business deal where we can haggle over the price?"

The man turned around, with a light smile as always elegant. "This morning, I came to discuss a military cooperation project."

Passing by Zhuo Chaoran, Wang Yao cast a very beautiful smile at him, with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. "Captain Zhuo, thank you!"

What happened to the missile? Anyway, it has never been launched from the ammunition depot... Zhuo Chaoyue disapproved, "No matter how much money they offer, don't take on this project. It's a waste of time."

Oh? When did he arrive? ... Okay, you go first. I'll finish up here and come over right away.

She has imagined many scenarios of meeting him, including the possibility of him having a lover by his side, and also the possibility of him saying to her, "Sorry, the past cannot be repeated...".

Director Li's brow furrowed even tighter, as if pondering whether it was necessary to waste time listening to the mournful revolutionary victory song again.

At this moment, he is right in front of her. She only needs to take a few more steps to get the answer she wants.

With a sudden turn of his extraordinary gaze, he looked at Mu Mu and gave a shallow smile.

He is the first man in her life, her most steadfast belief. When she was curled up on the ground being punched and kicked by the prison guards, she still felt warmth in her heart thinking of him.

What Bailu said is right. She shouldn't have been foolishly infatuated and shouldn't have foolishly hoped that a man she didn't even know the name of would remember her.

Why does everyone look at her with such strange eyes? Why are the director's thick eyebrows almost twisted into a knot? And Wang Yao...? Why does her face look a little pale?

She stared blankly at the tenderness in his eyes. Perhaps the woman he likes is on the other end of the phone, otherwise how could his voice be so affectionate?

"Mu Mu?" Wang Yao lightly touched her arm, her expression revealing a hint of displeasure.

In the dark and gloomy room, she relied on repeatedly fantasizing about their encounter and savoring the last words he said to her - "Be my girlfriend?" - to persist until today.

She has been thinking, "If I could see him again, and if he says once more, 'Be my girlfriend?'"

But she couldn't make a sound, her throat was blocked by a bloody smell, and she couldn't utter a single sound.

The white handkerchief wrinkled into a ball in Mu Mu's hand.

The surrounding noise suddenly quieted down, and the busy workers stopped their work and looked towards Mu Mu's direction.

Stabilizing the chaotic emotions, Mu Mu touched the long skirt on her body, adjusted the hair on her shoulders, confirmed that she looked presentable, and then patted her chest, where her violently pounding heart was causing pain, before walking towards him.

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Director Li, take a look at the watch. "There's still some time, Xiao Wang, take her over there... Play the piece once, I'll listen."

He saw her, with a indifferent glance, as if he was looking at a stranger, without any emotion.

Would someone like him, even if he still has feelings for her, accept a woman who has been to prison? Would he look at her with disdain like those prison guards?

It's him, the man she has been searching for...

At least, she should let him know that she has loved him, even if rejected, she should also fight for it.

What are you researching? Another clear voice intervened, "Just ask them to lower the requirements!"

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