Chapter 74 Luo Qing is Luo Luo
During this time, Luo Qing often dreamed of a boy who was shorter than her and whose face was always shrouded in mist.
Cong Chun, who only showed half of his face in the video that day, undoubtedly left a deep impression on Luo Qing.
Recently, even his agent and assistant Xiao Zhu have noticed that Luo Qing is acting strangely, often staring at something and getting distracted.
Xiao Zhu thought his brother Luo had gone crazy from filming all night and wanted to take him to the hospital that very day to have his brain checked.
That evening, light slanted into the practice room, and melodious piano music gradually filled the air.
On the last night of the freshmen's military training, a performance will be held, which is a tradition at Yenching University.
Luo Qing, a popular senior in the academy, recently became a sensation due to the movie "The World's Scheme," and his teacher arranged a performance spot for him.
Luo Qing has several business collaborations coming up, and if it's a multi-person program, she probably won't have time to coordinate rehearsals with her classmates.
So Luo Qing prepared a piano solo.
Luo Qing's family had been grooming him for the entertainment industry since he was young, so he learned many musical instruments as a child, such as the cello and piano...
Originally, Luo Qing wanted to be a singer, but although he had a good voice, his singing was completely different; it was practically an "indiscriminate sonic attack."
So Luo Qing later became an actress. She was not very popular for the first few years, but this year she has become very popular after years of hard work, winning many new talent awards in China.
Now, Duan Mingxiao goes to the team for physical training every night, while Cong Chun takes advantage of the sun just setting to go out and stroll around the school today.
The boy had a white gauze covering his right eye and was wearing a misprinted English short-sleeved shirt that his grandmother had bought for him, revealing a long and handsome neck. Occasionally, people would look at him curiously.
Unbeknownst to him, Cong Chun was walking toward the Art Building. Yanjing has a dedicated art academy, which has a strong artistic atmosphere and top-notch facilities. The first floor is an exhibition hall.
But Cong Chun heard the melodious sound of a piano, like raindrops tapping on a windowpane in early summer. It was very captivating, and even an ordinary person could appreciate the performer's superb skill.
Cong Chun was unconsciously drawn over.
He saw the performer playing the piece through the window.
Cong Chun never expected to meet Luo Qing here.
The glow of the sunset shone through the window onto Luo Qing, making the boy's silhouette appear gentle and blurred.
However, when they met at the Missy Club that day, Luo Qing mentioned that she was also a student at Yanjing University.
The piano music stopped abruptly the next second.
Luo Qing frowned in the music room, a hint of annoyance showing in her beautiful eyes.
He just forgot to close the curtains.
The next second, Luo Qing looked up and saw Cong Chun, whose right eye was still covered with a white gauze. He was stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the boy opened the door to the music room and invited Cong Chun in.
Cong Chun was quite happy and greeted people in a silly manner. He didn't expect to see Luo Qing here. Luo Qing had given him a watch last time.
"You played so beautifully."
Luo Qing simply replied with a polite "thank you".
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's gaze was drawn to the piano.
Cong Chun had never touched a piano; the only piano he had ever seen was in a music class at his rural middle school.
However, the piano in front of them was much larger than the piano in their music class, and looked very luxurious and solemn.
The piano in front of me is a Steinway D-274 Burgundy Red, which costs over six million.
Luo Qing noticed Cong Chun's gaze, and asked in a calm tone.
"You give it a try."
After Luo Qing finished speaking, a look of surprise flashed across his face; even he didn't know what was wrong with him.
The boy in front of her was just that arrogant young master's maid, someone she had met a few times and who had given her persimmon cakes.
He clearly hates troublesome people the most, as they bring him no benefit whatsoever.
Cong Chun looked up at him, her droopy dog-like eyes revealing a hint of expectation.
"May I?"
Luo Qing nodded.
Cong Chun's slender fingertips pressed on the piano keys, somewhat nervously, and sure enough, he produced a bunch of random notes.
Luo Qing looked down at him, staring at Cong Chun's soft hair whorl.
"I'll teach you how to play?"
Cong Chun nodded with a happy expression.
The two sat together on the piano bench, with only a fist's width between their shoulders, and Cong Chun could smell the faint scent of irises on the other's body.
Luo Qing's slender fingers danced across the piano keys, rising and falling smoothly like waves, producing a clear, melodious sound.
Cong Chun stared intently for a while, his eyes dazzled by the sight.
After a moment, Luo Qing stopped what she was doing.
The boy stood up and came up behind Cong Chun.
Luo Qing placed his hand on Cong Chun's hand, their fingers overlapping. The boy's hand was more than a size larger than Cong Chun's.
The chest and Cong Chun's thin back were only a few centimeters apart.
Luo Qing guided Cong Chun's hands across the piano keys, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
It was a rare display of his patience.
Cong Chun memorized it quickly, and in no time, he could play a short, halting piece.
Luo Qing's praise reached my ears.
"You are very talented."
Cong Chun felt a little embarrassed and whispered a thank you.
The next second, a thought vaguely appeared in Luo Qing's mind.
He inexplicably raised his hand and covered the lower half of Cong Chun's face.
I could almost feel the soft touch of the boy's lips in my palm.
Luo Qing stared at Cong Chun's face, her expression dazed, her pupils suddenly dilating.
The Duan family's address, the familiar voice.
Suddenly, it seemed that the answers were all there.
Luo Qing's handsome face is like that of a conman; he can easily bewitch people.
He said to Cong Chun.
"Can you call me Luo Luo from now on?"
Cong Chun nodded, though somewhat puzzled, but still followed the boy's request and spoke softly.
Luo Qing smiled, her eyes full of laughter.
"Brother, when will you take me to your house to see the little flowers you grow?"
The next second, Cong Chun immediately realized what was happening, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Luo Qing, you are Luo Luo!"
Luo Qing smiled, her eyes curving upwards.
"Brother, I'm Luo Luo."
Luo Qing has never been a selfless person. For every bit of effort he makes, he secretly sets out an equivalent price and then demands it back.
However, when facing Cong Chun, he subconsciously treated her differently.
He was willing to shed his mask and pretense in front of Cong Chun, and to rejoice in the other's joy.
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