C5 Non-drunkenness Non-return

Qiao Qianchu was stunned for a moment. She knew immediately that it was Tang Yixin who had called her over. Sure enough, Mu Nanyan explained as she locked the car, "Tang Yixin has something on her mind, so she called me to come and accompany you to find something. What did you lose? "

Facing Mu Nanyan's gentle face, Qiao Qianchu remained silent for a moment. She felt that Tang Yixin had really done something unreliable. He wanted to ask Mu Nanyan to go back, but he felt that she was being too hypocritical. He turned around and said as he walked, "It's nothing. It's just an old item. I didn't lose it, I was just borrowed by my mother. "

"Something very important?" Mu Nanyan walked beside her and spoke in a deep and mellow voice. Somehow, it made Qiao Qianchu's anxious mood quieten a lot. She paused before lowering her head slightly. "It's not that important. It's just a cello that's been played for a long time."

"Since it's been put away for a long time, it's not that important. Why are you in such a hurry to get it back?" Mu Nanyan's voice was neither hurried nor slow, carrying a sense of calmness with it.

Qiao Qianchu was slightly stunned, but she gradually slowed her steps until she stopped.

For a moment no one spoke.

Mu Nanyan noticed that Qiao Qianchu's hands were slightly trembling. She raised her head to look at her and stopped on the spot before speaking indifferently, "Is there some memory that you can't let go of and wants you to imprison it in the past? The musical instrument is also a spiritual object. Rather than letting it be covered in dust, it would be better to let it play its due role in the hands of others. "

Qiao Qianchu glanced at Mu Nanyan and quickly fell silent.

Qiao Qianchu's cell phone suddenly rang. She looked at the screen and pressed the answer button. "Mom."

Qiao Meilin spoke apologetically on the other end of the phone, "Chu, I'm sorry. Mom doesn't know we can't borrow the zither. I just called Old Li. They haven't opened it yet. Go and get it …"

Qiao Qianchu went silent.

Mu Nanyan stood quietly by the side, waiting.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the number '10' before her. All he had to do was walk in and bring the guqin back. But... She knew that Mu Nanyan was not only talking about the guqin, but herself as well. If she couldn't cross this threshold, she would die in the past.

Mu Nanyan observed Qiao Qianchu's expression. After a long time, she heard her calm voice resounding in her ears, "I'm not taking it. To them. "

"What?" Give it to them? "Then what were you in such a hurry to do?" Qiao Meilin asked in surprise.

"Give it to them." Qiao Qianchu repeated herself and hung up the phone. She apologized to Mu Nanyan, "Sorry, sorry to trouble you."

"Then how are you going to repay me?" Mu Nanyan was quiet for a while, but her voice carried a hint of a smile.

Qiao Qianchu froze for a moment. She obviously did not expect Mu Nanyan to climb up the ladder smoothly. Following that, he also smiled and said: "What kind of reward does Lawyer Mu want?"

"Come with me to a bar." Mu Nanyan smiled and walked out first after seeing Qiao Qianchu feigning calmness.

Qiao Qianchu was stunned for a moment before she immediately followed him. It had to be said, she really didn't need to wake up. Self-control and forced calmness made her live too arduously.

"No problem!" "Not leaving until you're drunk!"

The two of them sat down at the stall and ordered some side dishes and a dozen beers.

Mu Nanyan smiled as she opened the beer bottle and placed it in front of Qiao Qianchu. As if he understood Qiao Qianchu's thoughts, he opened a bottle for himself and clinked it with Qiao Qianchu's wine. He watched as Qiao Qianchu silently intoxicated him.

In less than half an hour, he could already feel the alcohol.

Qiao Qianchu looked at Mu Nanyan, who seemed out of place. She didn't understand why this man was here accompanying her. Shaking his head, he raised his head and took another gulp of wine.

Her consciousness started to blur. She couldn't even remember what she mumbled. She only knew that Mu Nanyan would occasionally clink glasses with her.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she was feeling dizzy. A moment later, she was swaying on the table.

While watching from the side, Mu Nanyan smoothly took off her coat and put it on Qiao Qianchu. The first time he heard Zhang Zishan mention Qiao Qianchu, he didn't feel anything. It was just that once when he was reading a book, Zhang Zishan said that the illustrator was Tang Yixin's friend, causing him to have the urge to meet him.

He was like a painting.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked the spot between Qiao Qianchu's eyebrows. There was a hint of pity between his brows that even he did not know about.

Qiao Qianchu slept for a while and dreamt of all sorts of strange things. Fu Bai's fingers danced excitedly on the piano. In the music room of the school, he handily taught her how to read and play strings, but when she raised her head, Fu Bai's face became Mu Nanyan's. He frowned slightly, his eyes were clear, and his lips slightly opened as he said something.

"Fu Bai, why can't I perform my second movement? Are you going to teach me?" Qiao Qianchu narrowed her eyes.

The man was surprised for a moment. The faint trace of anxiety on his face quickly disappeared as he asked, "What's the second movement?"

A pleasant voice, mixed with the chaotic background of a small stall in a busy city, seemed out of place.

This time, Qiao Qianchu was truly awake. The dream and the wine were awake.

No, not a dream. She looked up at the man standing a head above her and said nothing.

It was less than a meter away, beyond the ambiguous edges, yet it could not reach the boundary of intimacy.

"Which song's second movement?" Mu Nanyan took another step forward and sniffed her body; her brows relaxed as she spoke in a rarely gentle voice.

Qiao Qianchu stood rooted to the spot, unable to move her head. She was forced to raise her head a little more. Feeling the coat on her, she couldn't help blushing a little.

"No …." "Thank you." She smiled and looked a little drunk, but her brain had already awakened. She raised her head and fixed her gaze on Mu Nanyan, preparing to take off her coat and give it back to him.

"I lost a deal," Mu Nanyan said seriously. She pressed Qiao Qianchu's hand, who was about to take off her coat, and looked into Qiao Qianchu's eyes. "I lost a deal because I received a call from Tang Yixin."

Qiao Qianchu's mouth was slightly agape in surprise. She was at a loss as she said, "Then … "Then what should we do?"

Mu Nanyan smiled and pulled out the tissue on the table. She took her hand and carefully wiped it with the side of her hand. Qiao Qianchu lowered her eyes and saw the wine stain on the table.

"Compensation."

"More compensation?" She felt a little dizzy.

He said unhurriedly, "Have you considered the question that I have asked you?

"What problem?"

He said nothing, but suddenly looked up at her.

Qiao Qianchu suddenly thought of something. Do you think I'm a suitable person?

She stared blankly at Mu Nanyan. She knew that he was joking about the business just now, but she couldn't smile no matter what she did. She didn't know how to reply. Her mind was in a mess. Drunk and sleepy, she pulled back her hand.

"I don't know." She shook her head in bewilderment and half-closed her eyes in exhaustion.

"Then I'll ask you one more question, only once, and I must answer it now." Seeing that she wanted to sleep, but didn't dare to, Mu Nanyan started laughing.

Qiao Qianchu narrowed her eyes and nodded.