Beijing's Princeling Is Alluring! She Flash-Married

When Gu Youran was seventeen, she met Han Jingchen and fell in love at first sight. She knew him for eight years and loved him for eight years.

Han Jingchen had a car accident and was confine...

Chapter 411: The Unfinished Gift (Full Version)

Shi Heng subconsciously pressed the record button on his mobile phone, wanting to record this scene.

This usually rational president unexpectedly found that his right hand was shaking slightly.

The lyrics also sang from Gu Youran's lips, as if they had already existed in her heart:

"The cicadas of four summers are still chirping,

The chords you taught me are hot,

There is an unspoken promise hidden in the piano case.

Now I'm going to finish singing it...

This is an unfinished gift.

Like the fairy tale you haven't finished telling,

Those unfinished music theories,

I learned everything in tears..."

On the first floor, Mark and the five bodyguards raised their heads at the same time and listened quietly.

The sound of the piano penetrated the floor and fell on everyone's heart like drizzle.

"The moon in the attic waxes and wanes,

Now I can write poetry,

The love you didn't have time to express,

It turned into a starry sky covering the entire sky..."

When singing the bridge part, Gu Youran suddenly looked up at the skylight.

The moonlight just happened to shine on her tear-soaked face:

"Dad, listen.

I can write lyrics now.

Dad, look.

This time the chorus is in a higher key…”

Shi Heng's breathing stopped.

He saw Gu Youran pressing the first C chord with his left hand, but playing C sharp with his right hand.

This subtle change of tone seems like a response spanning sixteen years.

At nine, she had fumbled with the same chord, and now, at twenty-five, she had finally completed the unfinished variation.

The strings vibrated in the moonlight, and the lingering sound lasted for six seconds.

In a trance, Shi Heng seemed to see——

The moonlight reflected on the strings, creating a tiny halo, just like Alan's hand lightly covering her fingertips, leading her to complete the last note.

That was the chord he didn't have time to teach her, but at this moment, it was completed in another way.

"Now our song is complete,

As you promised,

When someone asks about the composer,

I will point to the stars and smile."

When the last trace of the sound faded away, Gu Youran curled up into a ball holding the guitar.

The tears hit the piano case, making a soft "tapping" sound.

Shi Heng knelt on one knee in front of her and held her in his arms.

This man who had never believed in God now felt that the attic was filled with some kind of sacred presence.

Through the touch of their skin, he seemed to touch the promise that had been dormant in the guitar case for sixteen years.

Gu Youran looked up at him, tears still welling up in her eyes, but a look of relief appeared on the corners of her mouth.

"Thank you for coming here with me, Ah Heng. Without you, I might never have dared to face these memories."

Shi Heng bent down and kissed away the tears on her face. "I will always be with you, no matter where you go."

at the same time.

On the first floor, the youngest bodyguard rubbed his red nose and suddenly raised his hand. "Boss, can I apply to learn guitar after I get off duty?"

Mark glared at him, but found that his voice was very hoarse, “… Make sure the young lady is safe first, and I will sign you up for class later.”

Late at night, Gu Youran fell into a deep sleep in her childhood bed.

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on her tear-stained face, and the slightly upturned corners of her lips seemed as if she had finally unloaded the weight of sixteen years.

Shi Heng tucked in the corner of the quilt and made sure she was asleep before turning around and gently closing the door.

He walked through the corridor and saw that the study door was open, so he walked in.

I picked up a photo album from the bookshelf and opened it.

It’s full of photos of Gu Youran when she was a child:

The girl with pigtails squatted in the yard to water the flowers, tiptoed to the kitchen to eat snacks, or leaned on her adoptive father's shoulder to act coquettishly...

Each one is full of warmth.

He closed the album and glanced higher up the bookshelf.

There were several thick photo albums there, which looked very old.

He reached for the second one, his fingertips just touching the album.

“Bang!”

A book on "Classical Music Theory" slipped from the bookshelf and fell to the floor.

Shi Heng bent down to pick it up, but the moment he picked it up, he found a yellowed old photo stuck between the pages.

The photo is a group photo of three people.

On the left was a young couple, the man in a sharp suit, the woman in a white dress, and standing on the right was…

A middle-aged master.

Shi Heng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Master in the photo looked much younger than he is now, but those amber eyes were unmistakable.

What shocked him even more was that the young couple——

They were clearly Gu Youran’s adoptive parents, Allen and Lisa.

They actually know each other?

Shi Heng's heart sank to the bottom.

Gu Youran never mentioned this matter. Even in her memory, her adoptive parents and master seemed to have never had any intersection.

But this photo clearly proves that they not only know each other, but their relationship may even be... extraordinary.

He turned the photo over and saw a line of blurry writing on the back in pen:

May our choice not be wrong.

The date of signature was twenty years ago.

It happened to be the year when Gu Youran was adopted at the age of five.

The handwriting was a little shaky, as if the person who wrote it was very emotional.

His thumb brushed the edge of the photo, where the master and his adoptive parents were standing close together, clearly showing a close friendship.

This is no coincidence.

He put the book back where it belonged and tucked the photo into the compartment of his wallet.

He walked to the window and stared at the night sky. The stars were still twinkling, but there was a layer of shadow in his eyes.

The photo burned at his sanity like a red-hot coal.

Next month's wedding must go on as scheduled, no matter how many secrets are revealed or how much it costs.

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