The guitar chords flow slowly, forming a nice tone.
"I hope He Yu can have the freedom he loves and have a youth of his own. Instead of being trapped in a small room because of official duties. I hope he can also have his own time and do his own things.
, he can occasionally see the mountains and rivers that belong to him, and on the long road that belongs to him, I hope he can stop and enjoy the beautiful scenery on the roadside——"
He Yu's breathing paused slightly.
The subtle sound of the wind in my ears carries the flowing notes, walking in the sky together with the fireflies flying all over the sky, and finally becomes one.
Under the moonlight, the young man sitting on the round platform had a smile on his lips and plucked the strings with his fingers.
"He Yu, happy birthday. May you always be a young man."
When the guitar finally stopped, He Yu remained in that position without moving. When Su Ziwei put down the guitar and walked along the light path to He Yu, he found that the young CEO's eyes were slightly red, as if he had shed tears.
It was wiped off hard again.
Birthdays are the same every year, from parties to banquets, and from banquets to business events. Year after year, He Yu always thinks that he is just a tool used to make money and invest. Every birthday, he never looks forward to it.
Yes, because he knows what he wants to do and what his birthday represents.
But at the beginning of this year, He Yu suddenly seemed to be looking forward to next year's birthday.
"It seems that it will be necessary to release an album for you in the future."
He Yu smiled.
"Hey, I don't play the piano for you just so you can make an album for me," Su Ziwei shook his finger, "After all, this piece of music only belongs to you. Of course, if you want everyone to hear it,
I don’t mind if this is your birthday song.”
He Yu nodded thoughtfully: "Letting everyone share my happiness tonight is also a good choice."
He knew that Su Zi was not talented, and his talent should not be buried.
The two returned the aunt's bicycle and when they returned to the villa, the banquet was almost over.
Even after it was over, He Yu still had to send off the bosses with whom he had business dealings one by one - formal courtesy was indispensable.
"Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me first," He Yu said to Su Ziwei, "There are too many people leaving now. I'll ask the driver to take you back later. Are you tired and want to sleep at my place?"
Not long after Su Ziwei had just finished the operation, he did feel a little powerless. He yawned greatly, looked at the party still held in the villa, nodded and said: "I'll go to your place to rest for a while, I'm too sleepy.
"
He Yu nodded and asked the housekeeper to send Su Ziwei to the guest room.
"Master, the seven guest rooms have not been cleaned up yet." The housekeeper was a little embarrassed. "Some guests went to the guest rooms to rest when they were tired, and some went to the guest rooms...that, so..."
Su Ziwei was just thinking about what the housekeeper meant when he said "go to the guest room" when he heard He Yu say: "Then take him to my room to sleep."
Su Ziwei was stunned. He was about to say no, when he saw the butler politely said to Su Ziwei: "Mr. Su, please come this way."
Seeing that He Yu had been dragged away by the man holding the wine glass, Su Ziwei had no choice but to follow the housekeeper to the elevator door.
The housekeeper entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
"It turns out this villa has five floors..." Su Ziwei murmured.
The butler smiled and said: "Mr. Su, there are two floors underground. But they are not open today. They are usually the place where the young master stores his wine and has a home theater."
"Oh," Su Ziwei smiled awkwardly, "So that's it..."
The entire fifth floor of the villa was occupied by He Yu's room, which was very large. The bathroom and shower room alone were twice as big as Su Ziwei's house. He was brought to He Yu's bed by the housekeeper with a confused look on his face.
, said: "Mr. Su, please rest here."
Looking at the bed which was neatly laid out and even the quilt was so high-grade that it glowed golden, Su Ziwei was a little embarrassed: "Young master, don't you have mysophobia?"
The housekeeper said politely: "Someone will come to change the sheets after you sleep. Since the young master allows you to come to his room, you don't have to worry about this."
Su Ziwei smiled bitterly and nodded.
The housekeeper asked again: "Does Mr. Su want to go to bed directly, or does he need to take a bath? I'll ask someone to put the water in."
Su Ziwei quickly waved his hand: "No, no, it's not necessary. I don't have the habit of taking a bath in other people's houses!" He pointed to the sofa by the window, "I can just lie there for a while!"
The housekeeper didn't stop him anymore. He just said that if he had something to do, he would ring the bell on the table and he would come to serve him. After that, he left He Yu's room.
Su Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief.
In addition to the bedroom, He Yu's room was connected to the study room. But it was someone else's house after all, so Su Ziwei looked around, thinking that he could just rest on the sofa for a while.
He was sitting on the sofa, trying to adjust himself to a sleeping position, but found that he was very thirsty and uncomfortable.
I should have gone to the bar to get something to drink before I came up just now.
But there should be a small refrigerator in He Yu's room, right? Su Ziwei stood up and glanced at the room, but did not find the so-called refrigerator. He had to walk to the adjacent study room.
He Yu's study has three walls filled with books, and only one wall next to the desk is a wine cabinet filled with wine. The light strikes it, and it looks quite high-end.
Generally, there is a refrigerator under the wine cabinet. He Yu wouldn't be angry if he took a can of Coke from the refrigerator.
Su Zi walked to the desk without thinking. However, before he bent down to find the refrigerator, there was something on the desk that stung his eyes...
After He Yu greeted the guests, sent away the investors and big bosses, and then watched his artists get into their cars and leave the villa one by one, it was almost past two o'clock in the evening.
When he breathed a sigh of relief, he remembered that Su Ziwei was still sleeping soundly upstairs.
"Master, do you want me to ask the driver to take Mr. Su back?" the housekeeper asked.
"Forget it, let Tong Hua come and pick him up tomorrow morning," He Yu looked at the time.
"Then where will you sleep tonight?" the housekeeper asked, "I'll let them clean up the guest room now."
"I'll sleep on the sofa in the movie theater and make do with it," He Yu said, "I'll go up and see him. You call Tong Hua's driver and tell him that Su Zi has not recovered from the operation and will sleep here tonight."
If it's over, ask him to pick it up tomorrow morning."
After explaining everything, He Yu felt a little tired and wanted to go upstairs to see if Su Ziwei was asleep.
However, He Yu opened the door to the fifth floor and saw Su Ziwei sitting on the sofa in front of the window, staring downstairs in a daze.
"?" He Yu was stunned, "Aren't you sleepy? Why didn't you sleep? Or are you waiting for the driver to take you back?"
Su Zi didn't hear He Yu coming and stood up from the sofa.
The two looked at each other, and Su Ziwei's eyes wandered to the table. There was no wave on his face. The tips of his eyes, nose and cheeks were hidden in the darkness without turning on the lights, giving people an indescribable coldness.
He Yu's face darkened. Su Ziwei suddenly sneered and raised the thing in his hand: "Is it fun, He Yu? Or do you just have two faces? Han, Yi."