The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 71

A mirror was attached to one wall of the room. The dark green curtains were drawn open. Bright and warm light shone through the window onto the floor, and then refracted through the mirror into the shape of broken gold, shining into the eyes of the person in the center.

Pei Xingzhi was in the center of the room, with his hair hanging down from his forehead, partially covering his eyes. His curled eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelids. The light of broken gold was reflected in his calm eyes, like the beautiful scenery of the ripples on the surface of a lake.

He had a musical instrument that Meng Wanqiu didn't recognize against his collarbone. He held a bow in his right hand, and rhythmically pulled it up and down on the strings. The sound of the piano flowed out from the strings like flowing water. His eyes were lowered, his face was calm, and he seemed to be completely immersed in it.

The rest of the people were scattered around, listening quietly. Meng Wanqiu realized that this was Pei Xingzhi's solo performance. She had never seen Pei Xingzhi like this before.

Meng Wanqiu stood still, and strands of golden thread were reflected on Pei Xingzhi who was playing music. The gently fluttering hair, the distinct fingers, and the elegance of his gestures were all deeply reflected in her heart.

Time passed quietly, and the piano sound that was as gentle as the flowing water in the mountains suddenly changed, becoming majestic and magnificent. At that moment, the picture in front of Meng Wanqiu changed, and it became the noisy Milky Way waterfall and the vast dusk desert.

In a trance, she smelled the misty water vapor on her nose, and heard the long and lonely camel bell in her ears...

When the music stopped, Meng Wanqiu was still immersed in Pei Xingzhi's musical charm.

Pa Pa Pa--

"Beautiful, another song!"

"Bravo--" Jiang Peiran shouted in the middle, and the people next to him smiled and slapped him.

If this were in the outside world, they would have to be dragged to fight eight or ten times, but in July 15, this place is like a pure land, a paradise for them to show their talents and develop their personalities.

Pei Xingzhi smiled lightly, half bowed to express his gratitude, and put away the violin.

With a glance, Pei Xingzhi was stunned and saw Meng Wanqiu standing quietly at the door with a lunch box. I don't know how long she has been here.

"Why didn't you call me when you came? How long have you been standing here?"

Pei Xingzhi hurried over, took the lunch box from Meng Wanqiu, and then pulled her in.

"Seeing you were all busy, I didn't say anything. I haven't been here for long." Meng Wanqiu smiled and greeted everyone, "Knowing you were rehearsing, I made some snacks on purpose. Let's have a taste."

Everyone in the technical department knew Meng Wanqiu, but they didn't talk much.

"Oh, thank you, Xiao Meng, for your trouble."

"Thank you, Xiao Meng."

"You've worked hard. You're pregnant. Hurry up and sit down. You're thoughtful."

"Haha, we have to thank our Pei Gong. We are just relying on him." Jiang Peiran is a lively person who can make people laugh wherever he goes.

Everyone was polite, and they all thanked Meng Wanqiu sincerely and praised Pei Xingzhi for marrying a good wife.

Pei Xingzhi looked at Meng Wanqiu with an ambiguous look, handed the lunch box to Jiang Peiran, and took Meng Wanqiu out, "Everyone eat first, we'll go out for a while."