Chapter 1828 The Person You Like Is Not Me

People have been brooding over injuries for many years, like a thorn in their throats, not because of the injury itself, but because the people who hurt them have no intention of repenting after facing these tragedies, and even rejoice in stepping on their grief and regrets, and feel free and at ease!

Ye Chu sat on the open-air balcony and played the harmonica. The harmonica in her memory was beautiful and moving. She played it on the sea all year round, and there was only this one song. Bruce often said that there was some sadness, so he asked her to play less such sad autumn and spring songs, but she liked it very much. Ye Tingyun leaned slightly against the white door and window to listen to her playing. He rarely played, but he liked to listen.

There was a large lazy rattan chair on the open-air balcony, and flowers were all over the vines. The little girl under the moon was like an elf in the rainforest, playing a moving song for the moonlight.

Her memory was damaged, but she still didn't remember everything. Some painful memories were deliberately forgotten by her, and blurring the memory was like a kind of self-protection. Ye Chu thought, it's better not to remember those memories.

She put down the harmonica, and Ye Tingyun stood gracefully. The lens had some small reflections in the moonlight, which made people look into his eyes. Ye Chu's eyes naturally bloomed with two smiles, and the beautiful and delicate dimples were looming. Ye Tingyun strode over, half-knelt in front of her, and kissed her lips.

The flowers were too fragrant, the moonlight was too beautiful, and her smile was an addiction that touched his nerves.

She was a little dazed, her eyes flashed, and she subconsciously reached out to push him, but missed. Ye Tingyun seemed to have expected her to do this, and pushed her away one step ahead. He kept testing the edge of her acceptance, and never crossed the line. Ye Chu only saw the pair of smiling eyes behind the lens. He was too good-looking when he smiled, and his eyebrows looked more slender and gentle.

"Shall I teach you another song?"

Ye Chu shook her head, not wanting to learn anymore. She was not a person who liked new things and disliked old ones, and she did not have much energy to learn songs. "Actually, I don't like musical instruments, but I can play the piano, the violin, and even the organ and drums... I can do them all. When I was a child, I told my mother that I didn't like to learn these things, they were too boring. I was lively and active when I was a child, and I couldn't sit still without adults. Learning musical instruments was quite boring. But she said that ladies and ladies had to learn them. You don't have to be proficient, but there are some important occasions, and you must know one or two songs, otherwise you will be laughed at by others."

"Your mother is a heretic. She doesn't seem like someone who would say these things."

"Yes, she was a heretic when she was young. She got married, got into trouble, and learned a lesson. At that time, the people in my grandfather's family could no longer protect her. Having a daughter was even more taboo. She didn't want my sister and me to be like her and not fit into our circle at first glance and be ridiculed by others, so she forced us to be ladies and not to be as heretic as her."

"It's a pity. Mom didn't expect that the daughters she gave birth to would be like her, my sister too, and me too."

Ye Chu played with the harmonica in her hand. She couldn't touch any musical instruments on the sea, and the only one she touched was the harmonica. Those unpleasant memories gradually paid the surface of the water. She vaguely saw the scars on her mother's body, which flashed by, but she couldn't remember them.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to learn it."

"Ye Tingyun, you like eight-year-old Emma, ​​not me." Ye Chu looked at her eyes steadily, "That lively, cute, and well-educated girl, she is not me."