"Japanese cuisine, sushi, and turkey barbecued pork rice." Soumuni sat down with a face full of joy and began to open the packaging. She took out four bento boxes, including sushi, turkey barbecued pork rice, a bowl of wolfberry fungus pork ribs soup, and a portion of fruit.
Jin Beisen narrowed his eyes and looked at the sumptuous lunch in front of him. He suddenly remembered the bento Zhou Manchun prepared for him last night. That woman was hungry, but she still wanted to eat with him. She was really stupid.
But Soumuni was different. Soumuni only prepared one, and Jin Beisen didn't ask her. It seemed that she had already eaten.
Jiaru Hospital.
Zhou Manchun sat in her office drinking milk. Yang Yiming went to Switzerland yesterday, and it seemed that all the happy cells in the office had been taken away. No one was chattering in her ears, and Zhou Manchun felt a little bored.
The colleagues in the office were all doing their own things. Some were lying on the table taking a nap, some were writing papers, and some were studying case reports. It was surprisingly quiet.
Zhou Manchun didn't have any work to do at the moment. She was very efficient, and she did things quickly and decisively. So when she was free, she would surf the Internet.
She casually scrolled through Weibo, and suddenly saw a news about "A Midsummer Night's Dream" on Weibo's hot search. This piano competition that was held once every five years was about to begin again. All the famous pianists and music lovers from all over the world would gather in Vienna. Only this competition could bring so many people who loved music together.
But this year, Zhou Manchun wouldn't be participating in the competition.
Five years was like a snap of the fingers, and too many things had changed. Zhou Manchun stretched out her fingers and placed them on the keyboard. Her hands were white and slender. They were born to play the piano, but now they were holding a scalpel.
Music had always been her dream, but now, she had forgotten how happy it was to play the piano.
Zhou Manchun liked music, not because she liked the feeling of being admired by thousands of people on stage, nor did she like the thunderous applause from the audience. What she liked most was the feeling of performing. Music could express a lot of things that people couldn't say, and it could paint a beautiful picture for people.
It was just that the world was so big that it was hard to find a talent scout.
Zhou Manchun continued to browse the web. Suddenly, she saw a photo of herself from the competition five years ago. In the photo, she was wearing an elegant dress, and her lips were radiating a confident light. She was sitting on the piano stool like a lady.
Perhaps many people didn't recognize her anymore, but Zhou Manchun would always remember that day.
She gently closed the webpage, sighed, and lay on the chair. The image of Golden Hall appeared in her mind.
She might only have the opportunity to participate in such a competition once in her life.
Zhou Manchun's heart was a little regretful. When she was a child, she was playing the piano while others were playing. When others were tutoring, she was still playing the piano. She had always felt that the piano was an inseparable part of her life. It was also because of music that she met her best friend in life.
The two met in the Youth and Children's Palace when they were only five years old. Zhou Manchun could still vaguely remember the little figure holding the violin.
They had a common goal, which was to become the world's most compatible music partner. The two even laughed and said that they would go on a global tour in the future, so that people all over the world could hear their music.
But their dreams seemed to be stuck in place …
The piano was the king of musical instruments, and the violin seemed to be born to accompany the piano. Even with such a relationship, that person never said anything. That was what touched Zhou Manchun. That person didn't fight for it and sincerely made friends with her.
Her thoughts tumbled as she recalled many things from the past. They held hands and walked together in the sunset. It was a very ordinary scene, but it was unforgettable for Zhou Manchun.
Zhou Manchun could still play the piano. Her foundation was still there. Over the years, her piano skills had been practiced to perfection. But music needed soul. If she didn't play with her heart, she wouldn't be able to express the true meaning of the song.
The "Midsummer Night's Dream" competition was held every year in various countries. Zhou Manchun felt that her current piano skills could only pass the competition. Her music lacked soul, so she definitely wouldn't be able to enter the finals.
Weng Jingjing appeared behind Zhou Manchun at some point, holding a puff she made herself.
"Xiaochun, this is the puff I made for you." Weng Jingjing smiled politely.
"Thank you, Sister Weng. The Qifeng cake you made last time made me think for a long time. It tasted really good." Zhou Manchun put away her sadness and took the puff cake from Weng Jingjing's hands.
"It's good that you like it." Weng Jingjing smiled, her eyes kind.
"I'll save some for Xiaoqi." As Zhou Manchun spoke, she began to open the packaging. Weng Jingjing was famous for being virtuous in their hospital. She could cook anything, be it Chinese or Western food, Western or Chinese pastries, none of them could compare to her.
"No, you can eat it. I've already prepared Xiaoqi's portion."
"Where's Xiaoqi?" Zhou Manchun looked around. Usually, during lunch breaks, Jiang Jingqi would come to the office.
"I don't know her."
Snowy Village Dessert Shop.
Jin Shuwen had an appointment with Xu Ningsheng for dinner, so she deliberately postponed her work in the afternoon. Recently, her filming had finished, and it had finally come to an end. Jin Shuwen decided to take a good rest for a while.
In the afternoon, Xu Ningsheng went to Jiaru Hospital to change his dressing. He wanted to see Zhou Manchun, but after thinking about it, there was nothing to see. Ever since Zhou Manchun had a boyfriend, there was a wall between the two of them. All Xu Ningsheng could do was wait for her silently.
"When did you arrive?" Xu Ningsheng smiled and sat opposite Jin Shuwen. He was wearing a clean white shirt. His handsome face was cold, his eyes were smiling, and his tone was very gentle.
Jin Shuwen liked to chat with Xu Ningsheng very much. Since the last time they met, Jin Shuwen would chat with Xu Ningsheng on WeChat every day. Sometimes, she would even hang on to Xu Ningsheng and take the initiative to call him.
Xu Ningsheng didn't feel disgusted. Anyway, he had nothing to do at night. In addition, it was summer vacation recently, and he didn't need to go to work. There was no one to talk to at home on weekdays. It was good to have Jin Shuwen to chat with.
As time went by, the relationship between the two seemed to be invisibly closer. When they met, there was no awkwardness like when they first met. They could naturally look at each other and chat.
"I just arrived not long ago." Jin Shuwen's bright eyes were full of fragrance, and her heart was beating faster.
"What do you want to eat?" Xu Ningsheng opened the menu on the table with his slender fingers and handed it to Jin Shuwen in a gentlemanly manner.
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