Chapter Six.

He sat beside Mumo, slowly folding a white handkerchief on his knee. Before long, a pure and flawless white rose appeared in his hand.

She knew he was listening to her playing the piano. She also knew that he liked listening to Exodus the most, because every time she played this magnificent piece, he would light a cigarette. In the slowly drifting smoke, his gaze lost focus, and his thoughts seemed to have gone somewhere else.

According to the regulations of the military, you are not allowed to wander around at will, especially at this time. Although the words are rigid, the tone carries a hint of concern and gentleness.

So as long as he comes, she will definitely play it a few more times for him to listen.

The boss in the audience gestured for her to play another piece. MuMu, enduring the spreading numbness of alcohol in her body, sat back down and continued playing the piano.

A gust of wind blew by, her hair brushed against his lips, and the faint fragrance in the dark night was particularly alluring. Zhuo Chaoran couldn't help but be taken aback, he lowered his head and carefully looked at the girl in front of him, only then did he realize how beautiful she was. Her fair oval face still had traces of tears, like a white rose after the rain. Her lightly arched eyebrows and big bright eyes were filled with ripples, and her charming lips sparkled with a moist luster. The oversized military uniform draped over her ethereal long skirt, although mismatched, accentuated her fragility. Her lightly arched eyebrows and big bright eyes were filled with ripples, and her charming lips sparkled with a moist luster. The oversized military uniform draped over her ethereal long skirt, although mismatched, accentuated her fragility.

Do you want to fold this? Since Zhuo Chaoran can remember, every time Zhuo's mother gets angry, Zhuo's father, who is not good with words, will fold a rose with a handkerchief for her. Although Zhuo's mother pouts, there is a hint of smile at the corner of her mouth. So, the two brothers worked hard to study the skill of folding roses for future needs.

In the early hours of the morning, Mu Mu returned home alone and slept on a cold bed. In her dreams, there was no father covered in blood, no mother's desperate gaze, but instead, there was that man.

Captain!

Zhuo Chaoran couldn't help but rub his forehead. This scene really made him unsure how to deal with it. What's even more troublesome is that the girl can't speak, which makes it impossible for him to even ask questions.

In order to strengthen his courage, Mumo picked up his wine glass, raised his head and finished his drink, then nodded vigorously.

After half a glass of whiskey, she felt a bit dizzy, and her legs were as weak as a puddle of mud.

But she no longer resented this kind of life because that man often came to the bar, always sitting in the same spot, mostly alone, staying until the early hours of the morning; sometimes beautiful women would approach him and he would chat with them, staying up all night before leaving.

By the dim moonlight, they happened to come across a stunning scene under the tree: a man holding a woman's arm, the two gazing at each other with deep affection, speechless. The woman was even wearing a men's military uniform.

If it weren't for the strong whiskey she drank that night, if it weren't for her desperate need for money, if it weren't for her having only one day left... she definitely wouldn't have approached him. However, in this world, there are no "ifs".

Her throat was burning with pain, the alcohol in her stomach was constantly churning, her fingers were gradually losing sensation, and she gritted her teeth and endured it, tears still falling on the keyboard.

As for the girl wearing a skirt, Su Muxu - his deepest impression of her is that she can play the passionate military songs so well that it moves people to tears, which is quite remarkable.

She furrowed her brows, bit her lip, and continued shaking her head.

Sleepless long night, Mu Mu sits on the bed, holding the military uniform tightly in his arms, reluctant to let go. ... Because the military uniform still carries his scent, a strong masculine aura, and a hint of ... . ... The smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Mumu lifted her head upon hearing the sound, and her moist eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions. At first, she was fearful, but upon recognizing the calm demeanor of Zhuo Chaoran, her expression turned to one of surprise, then panic, gradually transforming into a perplexing sadness, as if she had a thousand words to say but couldn't speak.

In the dream, he walked towards her, the corners of his lips curved with a seemingly indeterminate expression, saying, "Come with me, I'll take you away from here."

In this situation and scenery, even a cold and ruthless man would feel a bit reluctant, let alone someone like Zhuo Chaoran, who is so humble and gentlemanly.

He observed the situation around him and whispered, "It's not a big deal to lend you a shoulder to cry on for a while, but if our superior sees it, there's a good chance I'll be sent to the military disciplinary department for severe interrogation."

That was more than four years ago, when she was still under seventeen years old.

Uh. Zhuo Chaoran cleared his throat awkwardly. "This girl is from the cultural troupe. She got lost, so you guys should take her back."

His meaning, they still have a chance to meet again. Just the thought of being able to see him again, Mu Mu's mood suddenly improved. She wiped away her tears and quickly typed with her fingers. "Is it true?"

He walked to the tree, stopped at a distance from her, and, lacking experience in chatting with women, he pondered seriously for a long time before speaking.

The price is negotiable.

She shook her head gently, her body trembling even more violently, not knowing whether it was due to the cold or being frightened by him.

Good drinking capacity. The middle-aged man took advantage of the situation and intentionally or unintentionally reached out to hold her shoulder. The foul smell of alcohol made Mu Mu feel nauseous. "Shall I take you out later?"

Mumu watched him teasing them, every expression and movement displaying the man's fatal charm. Under her fingers, the sound of the piano was no longer stagnant, but leaped with different emotions and colors - confusion, sadness, ... or hesitation....

The sound of the qin trembles, like a mournful cry.

A song, "The Wind Turns Memories into Petals," ended amidst the noisy crowd. A middle-aged man in his forties staggered onto the stage, holding a glass of wine, and grabbed Mu Mu, who was trying to slip away unnoticed.

You're not giving me face?!

The bar stool gently swiveled. He turned to face her, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

The vast and boundless sky is shrouded in darkness, with only a faint moonlight guiding the way, just like her life. That memory is the last glimmer of light that guides her direction...

The middle-aged man muttered angrily and left in embarrassment.

A beautiful and delicate girl trembled slightly in the evening breeze.

Mumu lowered her head and looked at the white handkerchief in her hand. She folded the handkerchief into a strange shape, somewhat resembling a flower...

After that day, Mu Mu still led a decadent life, playing the piano, drinking all kinds of colorful drinks brought by the guests, vomiting messily in the bathroom, and then coming back to continue playing the piano.

Sorry, uncle, I'm only seventeen years old this year.

Once, when he kissed her, his strong and powerful arms tightly embraced her. He exuded this scent, a refreshing blend of alcohol and a hint of tobacco, slowly and passionately engulfing her.

She opened her eyes in panic, looked around, and saw everyone enjoying the fine wine and beautiful women. No one noticed the off-key notes of a qin. She laughed at herself, and as she turned her head, she met a pair of eyes as deep as a dark pool. A dark red halo spread in his eyes, like a pool of wine.

It seems that the middle-aged man is suffering from presbyopia, as he needs to bring his face close to the paper in order to recognize the words written on it.

That night, she secretly looked at him many times. He seemed to be in a bad mood, drinking one glass after another and smoking one cigarette after another, completely venting like a form of self-torture.

Zhuo Chaoran knew that the girl beside him was just sad and in need of comfort, with no other intentions. He didn't hesitate to lend her his shoulder to lean on. However, this was a heavily guarded military area with someone on patrol 24 hours a day... It was hard not to misunderstand their sitting under the big tree in this way. What if...

He suddenly reached out and put his arm around her waist, she was stunned, and was embraced by him.

... ... is !

Why are you sitting here so late? He thought for a moment and guessed a possibility: "Did you get lost?"

Mumu shrank his thin and weak body, shaking his head in confusion.

As their eyes met, time seemed to stand still, and the moonlight stretched their shadows longer and longer... until two soldiers, ready to switch posts, marched over with precise steps.

Um...

Tonight, accompany me...

She looked down at the boss on the stage for help, hoping he could help her out of the predicament. However, he just crossed his arms and looked away coldly, completely indifferent. Helpless, she took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a sentence on it, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Loan me fifty thousand yuan, I'll do anything.

Without any hesitation, she reached out her hand to him...

This is something that is absolutely not allowed to happen in the Third Battalion. The two soldiers immediately became more alert and walked over quickly, loudly questioning, "Who are you?!"

Their distance is very close, and his breath can brush against her lips, with a faint smell of alcohol, clear and refreshing like the wind.

Mumu is playing the piano as usual in the bar named "Sunset". Although she thinks that the ethereal and melodious piano is not needed in this world of extravagance and debauchery, the bar owner insists on having it, so it must be provided.

Watching the two soldiers respectfully escort Mu Mu away, Zhuo Chaoran sighed heavily in his heart. I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole team knows about this...

"Oh? Anything will do?" His voice was even more pleasant than she had imagined, with a gentle and teasing tone that was even more captivating than his gaze.

In order to not give herself a chance to back down, she walked towards him at the fastest speed, took his coaster, wrote a sentence on it, and placed it in front of him.

Hot tears soaked through his shirt and wet his shoulders.

A lonely late night, with a cool breeze blowing.

Perhaps he was infected by her smile, and he smiled too. "I'm a little scared. How about I take you back to your place first? When we find a suitable place another day, I'll lend you my shoulder to cry on..."

Really.

Purely out of the strong's desire to protect and show compassion for the weak, Zhuo unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and draped it over her shoulders. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He said the teasing words with a serious tone. Mu Mu couldn't help but burst into laughter. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, typing three words in the message editor to show him. "Are you afraid?"

There was no other choice. She smiled and took the cup, drinking it all in one gulp. The fiery white liquor scraped her throat like a knife, leaving behind a burning pain. She tried to swallow her saliva to alleviate the scorching pain in her throat.

Feeling the extraordinary and focused gaze, Muxu thought he remembered something, extinguished hopes reignited, looking at him with hopeful anticipation.

Unexpected questioning startled Zhuo Chaoran, who quickly stepped back a certain distance and cleared his throat with a light cough.

Due to the dim light, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the strong sense of presence emanating from him suddenly made her feel like something had hit her chest, and the surging heat in her blood made her forget the discomfort in her body and the sadness in her heart.

For her, he is like a dream, unreal. She never thought about getting close, just watching him from afar, playing "Exodus" for him, watching him smoke quietly.

As two soldiers walked in and recognized the familiar figure in front of them, they immediately stood at attention with a standard military posture and saluted.

The midnight scene at the bar, with scattered lights, fragmented silhouettes, and the jarring sound of clashing glasses.

There is too much grievance in my heart, unable to speak it out. Mu Mu simply hugged his arm and cried heavily, leaning on his shoulder to vent.

Mumu looked at the white rose in his palm foolishly. She had tried countless times over the past four years to fold it into this shape. Now, he had folded one for her with his own hands. She should be happy, but tears couldn't help but flow down her face. If she had known that their reunion would end up like this, she would rather not have found him, so she could continue to hold onto hope and wait.

The girl's face was hidden behind her long hair, and Zhuo Chaoran couldn't see her appearance, but he remembered the lotus-colored long dress she was wearing. The dress was very beautiful, with a dreamy and romantic feeling.

Today, it also counts as putting theory into practice.

It's rare to have such a close contact opportunity. She looked at him with wide eyes. She used to worry that his charm was outlined by dim lights, and would lose its beauty up close. However, she didn't expect that the closer his eyebrows and eyes were, the more soul-stirring and captivating they became.

Nowadays, he can no longer remember what she looked like, but she remembers his scent vividly. So, should she let the wind blow away the unforgettable night and start her life anew from then on?

Your piano playing is really good. Come, let me buy you a drink.

See Mu Mu nod happily. Zhuo Chaoran finally breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to help her stand up from the ground.