Chapter 961 Cellist, Trial Marriage?10

Bu Qingge bit her lip, closed her eyes, and said the following words with difficulty, "We can have a trial marriage, so that you will know why I like you!"

Yan Shengyi was stunned, but was very surprised.

"Do you know what you are saying?"

Bu Qingge nodded, she opened her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her without any direct eyes.

"Before, I listened to your CD and went to your concerts, but I just liked the way you played music, which was very different from others. Later, because I met some people and knew that you would practice the cello in that place, I... went to secretly listen to you practice..." Bu Qingge's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was completely unclear until the last sentence...

Her voice was slightly raised so that Yan Shengyi could hear it clearly.

"I feel that there are other repressed souls in your music. Those music are completely different from what you usually show. You can say that I am meddling in other people's business or that I am worrying about nothing. I just want to know what kind of soul you have behind that beautiful music!"

Yan Shengyi was a little moved. No one had ever said this to him.

Since entering the circle, Yan Shengyi has heard the most that your music is really good, your music makes me forget all my troubles, your music makes me regain confidence...

No one can hear the little depression behind his music.

However, Yan Shengyi hides this depression very deeply.

"What are you talking about?" Yan Shengyi restrained his emotions, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were also calm and incomprehensible.

Bu Qingge smiled awkwardly: "Maybe I think too much! I just feel very depressed after listening to your songs for a long time. This kind of depression is not caused by sadness, but a kind of..."

The waiter she saw brought the food up, and took a deep breath: "Just pretend that I didn't say anything, just think of all these just now!"

Yan Shengyi looked at her thoughtfully, but didn't speak.

Instead, he ate with her.

When they were eating, the two of them were very quiet, and no one took the initiative to say a word.

Until Yan Shengyi paid the bill and walked out with her.

He stared at Bu Qingge, who was a little thin beside him, and then he said, "Actually, what you said is not wrong."

Bu Qingge turned her head and stared at him in confusion, not understanding why he said this.

"My... music is indeed a bit depressing." Yan Shengyi forced a bitter smile, "Except for you, no one can understand it at all."

"..."Bu Qingge walked in front of him, looked up at such a handsome man, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Why do you look at me like this?"

"..."Bu Qingge couldn't answer for a while.

"Take me home!"

"Okay!"

When she drove the car to the underground garage of the community.

Yan Shengyi sat in the co-pilot seat and had no intention of getting off. He looked at Bu Qingge who unbuckled her seat belt, and a faint, imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What you said before, I have considered it!"

"Consider what?" Bu Qingge looked at him in confusion, not understanding what Yan Shengyi wanted to express.

"Let's try marriage! Don't you want to know the real me?"