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Chapter 144

"I wanted to give him a surprise, but I screwed it up myself... He must hate me even more, right? No matter what, I still want to say... happy birthday."

There was only such a simple record on Weibo that day.

It can be seen that she was a little humble at that time.

Xia Chuwei looked through her Weibo diary again, and there was no mention of "piano" in any Weibo post.

Just as he was wondering, Huo Yunting had already returned from the phone call.

The man's deep, quiet eyes fell on Xia Chuwei's face, "What do you want to do with Mu Ning?"

Xia Chuwei raised her head and looked at the slender and tall man.

"I want...how to deal with it?"

Huo Yunting's voice was calm, "She openly framed you and should be punished."

Xia Chuwei held her chin and thought for a few seconds, "Then let her leave S City."

Huo Yunting said without any hesitation, "Okay."

Xia Chuwei looked at the cold and tall man and opened her mouth, but still couldn't help but ask.

"I...can play the piano?"

Huo Yunting lowered his head, his dark eyes were as quiet and deep as a calm lake without waves.

"You ask me about your own affairs?"

Xia Chuwei said matter-of-factly: "But, I don't remember any of it."

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Yunting said: "After getting married, you only played once, and you played it extremely unpleasantly."

"I know this." Xia Chuwei examined the man's expression, as if she wanted to see something from his face. "I'm just wondering, why did I suddenly play so well today?"

Huo Yunting raised his sword eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you practicing secretly and planning to surprise me on my birthday?"

"...So, you always thought that I was actually practicing secretly in private and wanted to surprise you today?"

Huo Yunting's eyes were deep, "Even the most professional piano master will feel rusty after not playing the piano for several years."

Xia Chuwei understood what he meant.

That's right, no matter how good a pianist is, if he doesn't practice frequently, his technique will become rusty.

When she played the piano, there was indeed a strange feeling.

However, the song "Moonlight Over the Sea" is as familiar as the melody in a dream, and you can play it with your eyes closed.

It felt like she had played it thousands of times and had formed a muscle memory.

But no matter what, no matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to play the piano of this level without practicing hard.

Xia Chuwei's eyes were misty and she murmured to herself: "Did I practice hard to keep you before I lost my memory?"

It has been nearly half a year since the car accident.

She did think that if she practiced the piano well and played it for Huo Yunting, that would be the best thing.

However, she also knows that playing the piano cannot be mastered overnight.

At least, it is absolutely impossible to do it on Huo Yunting's birthday.

After thinking for a long time, Xia Chuwei couldn't figure out the reason.

She never liked to bother others, so she stopped thinking about it.

However, it is a good thing for her that she can play the piano.

Xia Chuwei did not dwell on this anymore, but handed the gift she had prepared in front of Huo Yunting.

"This is my birthday gift to you."

Huo Yunting took the gift and opened it.

A well-made pen comes into view.

Huo Yunting looked at the pen in front of him, his dark eyes becoming darker and darker.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Xia Chuwei asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

The man's gaze, as deep as an ancient well, fell on her face.

"Why send this?"

"I see that the pen you use for work is a bit old, so I want to give you a new one."

During the recent period, she often visited Huo's and noticed that Huo Yunting's pen, which he had been using for signing, seemed to have been used for a long time and the edges were a little old.

When buying this pen, Xia Chuwei didn't think much about it.

But at this moment, some speculations emerged in Xia Chuwei's heart.


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