Chapter 71 "You are the liar."

After having enough food and drink, the sky outside the restaurant had darkened and only a thin golden line of the sun remained in the distance, outlining the contours of the undulating mountains.

On the way back to the old house, Jiang Yao took Duan Zhuxian's mobile phone and looked through the photo album. All the photos were taken with him as the focus, and there was not a single pure landscape photo.

Jiang Yao couldn't help but smile, but he forced it down before looking up. "Why did you take so many pictures of me? Because I look good?"

Duan Zhuxian said "hmm".

Jiang Yao was just joking, but now he was stunned: "What does 'hmm' mean?"

Duan Zhuxian stared at him straightly: "You mean you look good."

Jiang Yao's heart trembled and his face suddenly felt a little hot.

In fact, Jiang Yao has been the target of many confessions since kindergarten, and he is quite self-aware of his appearance, but this is the first time that Duan Zhuxian has praised him for his good looks, which actually made him feel satisfied again about something he had long since ignored.

As they walked through the park, they saw a foreign man standing by the fountain playing the violin. The two of them stopped and listened for a while.

The music was played well, with a touch of sadness, but Jiang Yao couldn't understand the specific meaning. Just as he was opening the music app to "identify the song by ear," he heard Duan Zhuxian say, "He's playing 'Song of the Wanderer.'"

Jiang Yao glanced sideways: "Do you usually like listening to violin music?"

Duan Zhuxian said: "I can play the violin."

Jiang Yao opened his eyes wide in surprise, then frowned slightly: "How come I didn't know about this? You didn't even report it to me."

Facing Jiang Yao's somewhat unhappy expression, Duan Zhuxian said helplessly: "I only know a little bit, and I don't usually have the opportunity to mention it."

Then she rubbed his head and said, "What else do you want to know? I'll tell you."

Jiang Yao was speechless.

That's right, he and Duan Zhuxian are usually very busy, and he is not as meticulous as Duan Zhuxian, so he always ignores things related to Duan Zhuxian.

Recently, he has been eager to understand Duan Zhuxian, from small details of his life to big things like his growth experience, but he still missed a lot, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

It was clearly his own problem, but he blamed Duan Zhuxian. Duan Zhuxian was not angry at all, but coaxed him.

He is bad, Duan Zhuxian is good.

The performer next to them was tired and drinking water. He happened to hear their conversation and enthusiastically invited Duan Zhuxian to try it in his broken Chinese.

Jiang Yao immediately became excited after hearing this and pushed Duan Zhuxian: "Let's try it!"

Duan Zhuxian showed a look of rejection.

Jiang Yao urged again, "I haven't heard you play the violin yet."

It is simply too much to ask a loner like Duan Zhuxian who likes to pretend to be serious to perform in public.

But he is just mean-spirited.

Seeing this, the foreign man smiled and muttered something, which seemed to be in Spanish. Jiang Yao didn't understand. Duan Zhuxian replied, also in Spanish, and then, under Jiang Yao's expectant eyes, took the piano and bow from the other party.

Duan Zhuxian and Jiang Yao are tall and have long legs, and are good-looking. Walking side by side, they are already conspicuous enough in this small square. At this moment, Duan Zhuxian put the guitar on his shoulder and pulled the bow, many people who were secretly watching them surrounded him openly.

Duan Zhuxian can indeed play the violin, but it is not just the "superficial" skill as he said. Both his relaxed demeanor and skillful movements show that his level is not low.

The music flows slowly.

Jiang Yao stood in the crowd and couldn't make out what song it was. However, the melodious melody was very suitable for the early spring evening. It was gentle and lingering, like a calm and affectionate breeze, slowly confessing its love to the sunlight that was about to escape.

The person playing the violin stood tall and seemed to be glowing.

Jiang Yao held his breath several times, his ears and eyes sinking together.

Before I could hear enough, before I could see enough, it ended abruptly.

The crowd erupted in applause, with many shouting "One more song".

Duan Zhuxian made an elegant farewell gesture towards Jiang Yao, returned the zither to its owner, took Jiang Yao's hand, strode out of the crowd, leaving the booing behind, and let people talk about their relationship.

Jiang Yao dragged Duan Zhuxian to slow down his pace. "Why are you walking so fast?"

Duan Zhuxian: "I'm shy."

Jiang Yao: "?"

When everyone was cheering just now, he clearly felt that Duan Zhuxian was very happy.

He looked carefully at Duan Zhuxian's expression, and sure enough, the man had an unfathomable smile on his face, without a trace of shyness.

Leaving the park and walking toward the riverbank, Jiang Yao bought two fairy wands, lit them with a lighter, and gave one to Duan Zhuxian. "What did that foreigner just say to you?"

He wanted to know what made Duan Zhuxian suddenly willing to perform.

Duan Zhuxian looked at Jiang Yao: "He asked me to dedicate a courtship song to my lover. He said my lover is looking forward to it."

"...Who's looking forward to it?" Jiang Yao habitually said stubbornly, but he and Duan Zhuxian's hands clasped together tightened a little. "What's the name of that song?"

"Ode to Love"

"Oh, that sounds nice."

It was the most beautiful violin music he had ever heard.

Jiang Yao shook the fairy wand: "I thought you only knew how to play the guqin, but I didn't expect you could play this."

Duan Zhuxian said: "I learned to play some musical instruments when I was a kid. I can play guitar, piano, and accordion a little bit."

Jiang Yao was shocked: "You are a musical talent, right? No wonder your name is Zhuxian."

Duan Zhuxian chuckled: "Call me like this from now on."

In the dim light of the fireworks, Jiang Yao looked at the man who was so handsome that it was shocking in the twilight and breeze. He asked with a little unwillingness to admit defeat and a little secretly proud: "What else can't you do?"

Duan Zhuxian thought for a moment and answered seriously, "Does loving someone count?"

Jiang Yao blinked, somewhat puzzled.

He felt that Duan Zhuxian was good at loving people, at least better than him. She had only liked him for a few months, but it seemed like she had loved him for several lifetimes.

Suddenly, he remembered something, suppressed his smile, and took out a small heart-shaped note from his pocket and waved it in front of Duan Zhuxian: "Explain, who is this little liar who makes you unable to put down your meal?"

The moment he saw the note, Duan Zhuxian was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and chuckled softly, touching Jiang Yao's fairy wand with his own: "You are the liar."

Jiang Yao: "?"

"Why me?"

He refused.

Duan Zhuxian: "Recall it yourself."

Jiang Yao: "??"

Jiang Yao, who had been upright for most of his life, was suddenly labeled a liar. He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he pressed Duan Zhuxian against the door panel and kissed him all over to vent his anger.

In the end, both of them were a little overwhelmed.

Before the gun went off, Duan Zhuxian restrained the restless Jiang Yao: "Go to bed early tonight, we still have to watch the sunrise tomorrow."

Jiang Yao thought about it and it made sense, so he went to sleep obediently under Duan Zhuxian's coaxing.

However, Jiang Yao failed to get up at four o'clock in the morning for three consecutive days. Every time Duan Zhuxian called him, he would hug the quilt and hum, and stay in bed for various reasons.

Duan Zhuxian was so annoyed by Jiang Yao's trickery that he had to postpone the sunrise trip again and again.

That afternoon, Duan Zhuxian was going to meet a partner in Yuan City. Workaholics are like that, they couldn't put work aside even for their honeymoon.

After lunch, Jiang Yao took a walk alone along the route he had taken in the previous two days to help digest his food.

However, the ancient road without Duan Zhuxian would be very boring.

Perhaps due to the bad weather, the flowers along the way wilted under the sudden arrival of cold air, the newly sprouted green grass withered, the hawking along the street became inaudible, and even the gentle sunlight was hidden deep in the clouds, leaving the whole street foggy and green.

He suddenly understood what Duan Zhuxian had said, "When revisiting an old place, what matters is not the scenery, but the people you travel with."

I returned to the house bored, and Duan Zhuxian had not yet finished his social engagements.

He walked around the study and finally calmed down to read a book by the window.

It is a suspense novel, which also contains comments written by Duan Zhuxian when he was a child. Like barrage comments, it fully demonstrates his sharp tongue and ability to pay attention to details, which is very interesting.

He thought Duan Zhuxian never read such idle books.

The novel was short and he finished reading it quickly. Jiang Yao put the book back on the shelf and suddenly saw something stuck behind a row of books.

He took it out with great effort. It was an old orange notebook with the words "Diary" written on the waistband in Duan Zhuxian's handwriting. The date was marked ten years ago, when they were in high school.

He swore he had opened it subconsciously, not intentionally.

Anyway, this is just an ordinary notebook for daily planning, recording what needs to be done from morning to night, and then making a conclusion based on the completion status. It is not a diary.

He peeked into Duan Zhuxian's daily life with great interest, and the image of Duan Zhuxian as a child appeared before his eyes. His facial features were not very clear, and his eyebrows and eyes were still immature.

When he was alone, the boy would sleep, eat, and drink on time, then take care of himself and go out with an arrogant and indifferent look.

The schedule also records the study progress.

I have to take two sets of test papers every day, and they are all collections of questions that are beyond the syllabus.

Duan Zhuxian was really working hard behind his back! !

No wonder sometimes he could never get higher scores than Duan Zhuxian.

He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, his facial features busy with the content of the schedule and his associations.

He froze suddenly when he saw the "Weekly Summary" on a certain page.

It was still a similar summary method as before, categorizing the week's life into different categories and making it clear and organized, but the last line contained an abrupt sentence:

[I tried not to like him for a week, but failed.]

Like...him?

who is he?

At that time, they were in their second year of high school, which means that Duan Zhuxian had someone he particularly liked when he was in his second year of high school.

Jiang Yao's mind went blank for a moment.

Then, what Duan Feiyi had said to him twice came to his mind again - Duan Zhuxian had a white moonlight that he could never forget.

Duan Zhuxian’s answer to him was that there was no one else before him.

He believed it.

But what about first love?

It’s not that he can’t accept Bai Yueguang’s existence, but Duan Zhuxian’s denial is like a guilty thief.

Half a minute later, Jiang Yao frowned and walked around the room.

He felt that he was quite calm and could still think of something to beat the liar Duan Zhuxian to death.

But soon, he remembered what he had said at Duan's house that day: if Duan Zhuxian lied to him, he would not commit murder and would only meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

He is not the kind of person who hides his true identity and cheats people like Duan Zhuxian.

He has to keep his word.

So in the end, he calmly took out his cell phone and clicked on the return ticket.

At the same time, Duan Zhuxian finished the meeting and walked to the door of the house with Jiang Yao's favorite strawberry cake.