The moment before the lights went out, Jing Ming turned his eyes to look at Du Ruo, his eyes were as calm as a pool, and the next second, he looked away.
This time he didn't wear glasses, but it still seemed so far away.
The infield lights went out. Spotlights on stage.
Du Ruo sat down mechanically, feeling as if his heart was being pulled hard by something, his whole body was tense in pain and he couldn't move.
Rapid and generous notes flew out from the stage. The first song was the stirring "Flight of the Bumblebee", high-spirited, passionate and intense. But her mind couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the piano, she felt dizzy and confused, and all kinds of emotions in her chest were mixed together.
Fortunately, Yi Kun listened carefully to the concert, and didn't seem to notice anything strange about her.
And it wasn't until the end of the song that she dared to turn her head to look at Jingming.
Across an aisle, he looked at the pianist on the stage, the dazzling light hit him, his profile was calm and sharp.
He never glanced at her from the beginning to the end, as if he was completely immersed in the music and never distracted by her.
She took a deep breath, looked at the stage, her thoughts were sometimes engulfed by the music, and sometimes pulled out. Just like that, the first half ended.
The lights came on, and there were voices in the originally quiet venue.
Yi Kun turned his head and asked Du Ruo: "How do you feel?"
Du Ruo nodded guilty: "Very good."
On the other end, Jing Ming got up and walked outside, passing in front of her, her heart pounded heavily, and she became restless.
After staying there for more than ten seconds, she finally smiled at Yi Kun: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Um."
She got up and walked out of the concert hall quickly. When she went out, she saw people coming and going. She looked left and right, and finally found Jing Ming's figure, and he went to the direction leading to the terrace.
Du Ruo chased after him, and as soon as he walked around the corridor, he bumped into Jing Ming who was returning from the balcony.
The two stopped at the same time.
The aisle is narrow, and there are several impressionist paintings hanging on the black walls. A few soft white lamps are cast from above the head, shining on his fair face, and the shadows of his eyelashes are cast on his eyes, and there is no excessive emotion.
But she was in a daze for a long time. The thin boy in the hospital corridor turned into a tall man in an instant. Her lips moved slightly, and finally, she uttered two words:
"Jingming..."
For the first time in her life she called his name.
He also sounded a little strange. After a long time, his eyes drooped slightly, and he flicked her up and down, and fell into her eyes: "What's the matter?"
I haven't seen him for six years, and his voice has also changed, becoming deeper and more magnetic.
"You, I heard you came back half a year ago?" She asked, unconsciously picking her fingers.
"Um."
"You..." wanted to say why you didn't come to me, but couldn't say it, "Have you never seen He Wang Wan Ziang and them?"
"What are you doing seeing them?" he asked back.
She was dumbfounded.
His eyes accidentally fell on her wrist, and the diamond bracelet shone brightly under the light, dazzling the eyes. He looked away and looked at the mural on the wall.
She asked again, "How are you doing?"
"Very well," he said. "You seem to be doing well."
The alienation in the tone is impossible to ignore.
She tried her best to smile and wanted to say something, but the strangeness between the two made her speechless.
And he frowned slightly, and no longer looked at her: "Let's go."
He walked away.
The early autumn wind blew from the terrace, and her heart was half cold.
Back in the concert hall, Jing Ming sat in his seat, looking down at his phone.
When Du Ruo sat down, Yi Kun glanced at her and said nothing. She couldn't hold back anymore, but fortunately, the second half will start soon.
She sat in the dark and took deep breaths restrained, trying to calm down the uncomfortable emotions in her heart. Unfortunately, Waters of Irrawaddy was played on the stage, and the sad and sad notes poured out, hitting her head. Crashing straight down, he hurriedly lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands.
Yi Kun handed Du Ruo a tissue, and she quickly calmed down again, wiped it off, and said with a forced smile, "This song is too sad."
Yi Kun: "Yes."
Just as he was talking, Jing Ming stood up and left the scene.
After one, two, three tunes, he never came back.
The Mercedes-Benz has come and parked on the side of the road, Jing Ming strode over, the driver opened the rear door, and he got in.
Chen Xian sat on the co-pilot, wondering: "Is it over?"
"Hmm." Jing Ming leaned his elbow on the car window, pressed the back of his hand against the tip of his nose and lips, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.
Chen Xian stretched his neck and looked out: "But it seems that the show didn't end."
"I thought I had work to do, so I came out early." Jing Ming said, his chest heaved deeply, and he looked at him, "Give me a copy of Wanxiang's materials."
"Going back to the company now?"
"go home."
"Okay, I'll ask Sister Yang Shu to deliver it." Chen Xian said, looking at the rearview mirror of the car, Jing Ming clenched his jaw, and his face was very ugly.
Chen Xian was inexplicably nervous. What happened to Wanxiang Company
…
Amid endless applause, the concert ended.
Du Ruo stood up with a calm expression, but her trance-like eyes revealed that she was out of her mind.
Yi Kun led her out with the crowd of people leaving, and suddenly asked: "How is it, do you like it?"
Du Ruo looked up: "... huh?"
He looked at her: "Concert, do you like it?"
"… Yes, I like it."
"Which song do you like?"
"Exodus." Du Ruo said something indiscriminately, lowering his eyes, "What about you?"
"Same as you." Yi Kun said.
"Oh." Du Ruo lowered his head and was speechless.
Yi Kun looked down at her, the gleaming girl at dinner was gone, and she became preoccupied. It's not that he didn't know about the things between her and Jing Ming, but he didn't expect that after six years, when he appeared, he could still make her lose her soul.
When she left the concert hall and went down the steps, she didn't pay much attention to it. She accidentally stepped on the ground and almost fell down the stairs. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately pulled her back, pulling her back in front of him.
She was startled and woke up suddenly.
Yi Kun said: "What are you thinking?!" After a second pause, he said, "The concert will be nice, and it won't make you obsessed at this time."
Du Ruo scratched her hair and said, "Oh, I was thinking about the name of the third song, and I wanted to get distracted."
The third song is Exodus.
Yi Kun didn't reveal it, and said, "I don't remember either, I'll check when I go back."
"Um."
…
Late at night, Yang Shu's car drove into a villa area, bypassed the forest pond, and stopped in front of a three-and-a-half-story ivory-colored European-style building.
Jing Ming lives here alone, so only the living room on the first floor and the study on the second floor are lit.
Yang Shu took the materials and got out of the car, and Chen Xian also got out of his own car: "Excuse me, are you at home?"
"No. At Mrs. Jing's house." Yang Shu said, "Why do you want Wanxiang's information all of a sudden? Aren't you listening to a piano concert?"
"I don't know. I think he's been in a bad mood these days, and he's not eating much. I ordered him a French restaurant that he likes very much, but halfway through the meal, the dinner was just served, and he left. The piano club That's right, I left the venue halfway through hearing it, saying that I was thinking about work."
Yang Shu couldn't figure it out: "I'll go in and have a look."
Chen Xian led her there, took the key and opened the door.
Yang Shu changed her shoes and entered the house. It was the first time she came to Jingming's house and looked around. The interior decoration was Nordic cool, with blue-gray walls and white-gray floors. Sofas, carpets and cabinets are mostly blue-gray, green-gray, and white.
The open kitchen is also dark green, the stove is clean, and it is obvious that no fireworks have been used.
There is no breath of life at all.
Living alone in such an empty and cold big house, Yang Shu couldn't understand.
She went upstairs.
There is a large living room on the second floor, with floor lamps, sofas, and bookcases all over the wall. The doors of the two rooms were closed, and there was no one inside.
She was about to knock on one at random when she heard the sound of a machine sizzling.
Looking back, a small robot with big eyes came out from behind the sofa, turned its head left and right, saw her, blinked twice, and immediately ran towards her.
The little robot ran to her feet, Zizizi raised her head, and said cutely: "You girl has a bad temper."
Yang Shu raised her head with a question mark: "Huh?"
After the little robot finished speaking, hesitant, hesitant, he tilted his head, recognized it for a while, and seemed to sense something wrong, suddenly stopped talking, turned around and walked away.
As he walked far away, he fluttered his arms and muttered: "Oh, I was wrong. Gulu Gulu~~ Don't be angry, okay?"
Yang Shu was confused when the study door opened, Jing Ming looked at her and asked, "Have you brought the materials?"
"here."
Jing Ming took it, sat down on the edge of the sofa, half-slumped inside and opened it.
Yang Shu leaned against the wall, bored of waiting, and took out a cigarette.
Jing Ming didn't raise his head: "Smoking is prohibited in my house."
She raised her eyebrows, put away her cigarette, and waited with folded arms.
Zizizi, Eva ran to Jingming's feet, touching his feet with her little paws. He looked down at her, picked her up and put her on his lap, fingering her little paws, flipping through the documents quickly.
The little robot looked at it curiously, and asked nonchalantly, "What is this?"
"Information." He replied.
The little robot said delicately: "Oh~~~"
"..." Yang Shu pinched the cigarette in her hand, but she was surprised that his attitude towards this little robot was like doting on a girlfriend.
Within a few minutes, Jing Ming quickly finished flipping through the pages, and said, "Ask someone from Wanxiang to meet, we have a contract to talk about."
"Which contract?"
"A transaction contract with Yuan Qian."
"If it's not a big deal, I'll tell the people below to do it, and you don't have to come forward in person."
Jingming didn't answer.
She understood: "OK. I'll tell you when we have an appointment."
Jing Ming put down the little robot and walked into the study. The little robot da da da followed him and ran in.
After Yang Shu left the villa, Chen Xian stepped forward: "What's the matter?"
"I don't know why I suddenly became interested in Wanxiang's contract with a company called Yuanqian."
Chen Xian was taken aback. Du Ruo is in Yuanqian.
For the past six years, he has been reporting Du Ruo's news to Jingming regularly. Although they are only a few short sentences and not detailed, they are enough to explain her situation.
Yang Shu said to herself: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with him these days?"
She stood on the lawn, lit a cigarette, and looked back at the lighted room on the second floor.
In just one cigarette, she fell into memories.
Six years ago, when she was studying for a PhD in the United States, she received a call from her benefactor Ming Yi, saying that Jing Ming was going to her school. Mingyi was worried about his mental state, and hoped that she would pay more attention to his state.
She said yes right then and there.
His sudden arrival in the United States attracted attention as soon as he arrived. The name "Jing Ming" is no stranger even in her business school circle. It's a pity that his fiasco was equally eye-catching.
He was a different person from the handsome young man in the online video, thin, silent, and dead. But when he approached rashly, he could see the extremely unfriendly hostility in his eyes.
He doesn't socialize with anyone and has no friends, but his professor is extremely partial to him.
Even Yang Shu, who was indebted to the Jing family, had regrets at first, thinking that he was just a common type of genius in this world—fallen at a young age, never to recover again.
I didn't expect to inquire after half a semester. His project surprised everyone. Even his American classmates said that he is still that MJ
Only half a year later, his mental state suddenly began to deteriorate and he became more isolated from the world. Even though he got better later, he still has no friends and always walks alone, and the people on the project are limited to colleagues.
Yang Shu often helps him and is responsible for regularly reporting his situation to Ming Yi. She also gradually gets to know him, sees his hard work, his talent and talent, and feels sorry for his pain from falling from heaven to hell.
Three years ago, Jingming founded Chunhe Technology. Because his name did not influence well, the legal representative was replaced by Yang Shu. Yang Shu, who had no intention of staying in the United States, also returned to China and started to manage the company. Jing Ming's work focus has always been on research and development and strategic deployment. Even after returning to China half a year ago, he seldom participated in social interactions, only showing up occasionally.
But recently, he, who has always been like a machine, has undergone a slight change, becoming absent-minded.
And the strange little robot just now made Yang Shu realize that his silence and pain these years may not only be due to that tragic failure, but maybe there are other things.
She stubbed out the cigarette butt, took out her mobile phone and searched for Prime, found a bunch of news photos, and accidentally discovered that there was a girl in the team.
Swipe your finger quickly, and slide to one of them - the sensational racing competition six years ago, Prime's teenagers took a photo with the red sports car.
She zoomed in on the photo bit by bit, and saw the young Jing Ming smiling brightly, with his arms around the shoulders of the girl beside him.
She handed the photo to Chen Xian: "Who is this? The young master's girlfriend?"
Chen Xian scratched his head, but couldn't deny it: "... right."
"After NO.2 failed, you dumped the young master?" She raised her eyebrows.
"No. Seems like he won't see her."
Yang Shu was taken aback for a moment, then sighed after a while, and said suddenly: "Do you sometimes feel that the young master is quite pitiful?"
Chen Xian remained silent.
Yang Shu glanced at the night sky: "Tell me, the products developed by Chunhe and the elite companies we acquired are all directly or indirectly related to unmanned driving. It seems that we want to control and monopolize all capable players in this field. And he, Obviously already have the most powerful technology and ability, but I don't want to do unmanned driving.... Who is torturing?"
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 back and forth, wandering around, and then ran to Jingming's side, rubbing his legs, and then, obediently, fell asleep automatically.
At half past twelve, Jing Ming put away the materials and got up to wash up.
I came out of the bathroom, went back to the bedroom, pressed the remote control a few times, and all the lights upstairs and downstairs quietly went out in an instant.
The moonlight came in from the window, he picked up the small bottle on the bedside table, poured out two sleeping pills, and took them with water.
The man lay down and closed his eyes.