Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 155 I love you, you are free

Xi Jinbai strode over, took Sang Yu's hand, and as if he was declaring his sovereignty, he lowered his head slightly and approached her ear, "Baby, tell him who I am."

"I..." Sang Yu said dumbly, the surprise in his eyes not dissipating, "Why are you here?"

"What do you think?" Xi Jinbai raised his hand and put his arm around her waist, "Of course I will take you back."

The two of them whispered in Chinese, which Alex couldn't understand. He only heard that the man in front of him was called Sang Yu Darling, and he behaved very intimately.

Sang Yu pushed Xi Jin Bai, but did not push him away. He could only give up and said to Alex: "Sorry, Alex, I have always regarded you as a good friend."

Alex regretted: "Okay, then I wish you happiness."

Sang Yu: "Thank you, and I hope you can find the right person."

Alex nodded, said goodbye, and left wisely.

Xi Jinbai gently pinched the soft flesh of Sang Yu's waist, "It seems that I have many love rivals."

Sang Yu was ticklish and took his hand away, "There are many people who like you."

"But I only like you." Xi Jinbai pinched her chin and raised it, looking into her eyes with burning eyes.

The heat made Sang Yu's heart tighten and his eyelashes trembled wildly, "...when did you come?"

"This morning." Xi Jinbai held her hand and said, "I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"You'll know when we get there."

The night scene on the streets of Paris is dreamy and bright, with romance and tenderness coexisting, like a rich and colorful oil painting.

The Champs Elysées is crowded with people, and the trees and buildings on both sides of the street are decorated with lights, forming a sea of ​​lanterns.

They held hands like ordinary lovers and walked on the brick paved road, passing fountains, sculptures, kiosks and cafes.

"Why did you bring me here?" Sang Yu asked.

Xi Jinbai held her hand tightly, "Because I couldn't take you to visit this street last time."

Last time... Sang Yu thought about it and realized that he was probably talking about her first visit to Paris a few years ago.

"I'm very familiar with this place now."

She has been here many times with her friends, and sometimes she goes out alone.

Xi Jinbai glanced sideways, "I know, just think of it as making up for my regret."

Sang Yu followed him forward in silence.

Finally we stopped in front of Le Fouquet's restaurant.

Xi Jinbai took her inside.

Sang Yu asked, "Didn't you have dinner?"

Xi Jinbai: "Eat."

Sang Yu was confused, why did he come to the restaurant after eating?
Le Fouquet's was once a gathering place for many celebrities and artists. It not only provided a variety of food, but also had live music performances in an elegant and luxurious dining environment.

Someone was playing the piano on the stage, and the melody flowed in the air like a gurgling stream, calm and soothing.

"Would you like to listen to music?" Xi Jinbai suddenly asked her.

"Ok?"

"I'll sing you a song."

"You can sing?" Sang Yu was surprised. He had never heard him sing before.

Xi Jinbai's lips curved into a shallow arc, "I know a little bit, what do you want to hear? Let me see if I can." Sang Yu thought for a moment and originally wanted to order "Under Mount Fuji", but this song is in Cantonese. , he probably didn't know how to do it, so he changed it to a simple song, ""Love Transfer", is that okay?"

Xi Jinbai raised his eyebrows lightly and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course."

He walked up to the stage and spoke to the pianist, who immediately stood up and gave up his seat to him.

Sang Yu stood by the steps and watched.

The European-style crystal lamp above the head is like a string of dazzling bead curtains. It is finely cut and polished, reflecting soft and water-like light and shadow.

The light shone down, just outlining his cold angular outline, and the shadow of the broken hair on his forehead blocked his half-downed eyes.

Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with one button on the collar loose, he is dignified and a little casual.

The slender fingertips danced on the black and white keys, the notes slowly poured out, and the magnetic, low-alcohol sound accompanied them——

"How many shop windows have you wandered around and how many hotels have you stayed in before you feel that separation is not unfair? Feelings should be used to browse or to treasure, so that every day will be unforgettable..."

Sang Yu was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth. His clear articulation and smooth rhythm flowed through him like a clear spring, and his timbre was clean and sweet.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone present looked towards the source of the sound.

"Memory is like the moonlight that cannot be grasped and turns dark when you hold it tightly. When the false back disappears into the clear sky, the sunshine flows on the body, when all the karma is forgiven, love will not stop, and if you want to drive to the end of the world, you need to be brave..."

There was a gap of a few seconds in the middle. When he sang here, he suddenly changed the key, and then changed to the climax of another song.

"Everyone knows that those hands can't be owned by hugging you. To own them, you must first know how to accept loss. You once wandered along the snowy road, why did you shed tears for good things? Who can own Mount Fuji with love..."

Sang Yu stared at the stage for a moment, and the sound drowned out her heartbeat, one sound louder than the other.

"Love Transfer" changes to "Under Mount Fuji", and the transition from Mandarin to Cantonese is seamless.

His voice and piano accompaniment were perfect, and although his Cantonese was not particularly standard, every beat struck the apex of her heart accurately.

As the last lyrics fell, the accompaniment also stopped abruptly.

Before Sang Yu could recover, the figure reflected in his pupils was getting closer and closer, and he stopped in front of her.

Xi Jinbai looked into her eyes and said with a gentle and gentle voice, "You like "Under Mount Fuji"."

Sang Yu came to his senses and said, "Yeah."

Her favorite song is "Under Mount Fuji".

Xi Jinbai paused, "So even if the beginning is "Love Transfer", the ending can be "Under Mount Fuji", because the beginning cannot determine the ending. Everything is human-made, and the same is true for feelings. We all have the power to choose and change it."

Sang Yu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if he understood what he wanted to say.

At this time, the restaurant staff handed Xi Jinbai a bouquet of pink roses. There were still water droplets on the petals. They were so delicate and beautiful under the light, and the sweet fragrance filled his nostrils.

"Yu Yu, what I mean is, can you give me another chance? No matter how long we are apart, I still like you very much, I only like you. I can't let Mount Fuji be private based on love, but I love you and you are free. of."

Sang Yu's breath trembled slightly, and the throbbing in his heart touched the softest part of his heart, causing thousands of waves.

She clearly felt that the uncontrollable heartbeat at the age of fifteen was back again at the age of twenty-six.

He was the one who first fell in love with her, and it is still him who will forever remember her.

With his thoughts peeled away, Sang Yu stood up on tiptoes and threw herself into his arms.

Xi Jinbai was stunned for a second, then hugged her tightly, the corners of his lips gradually raised, and the smile overflowed from his eyes.

He was not as calm as he looked on the surface. When she was thinking, his heart was high. He had never been afraid of anything before, but from the moment he fell in love with her, he had weaknesses and weaknesses.

Afraid of her leaving, afraid of her rejection, afraid that she no longer needs me.

Sang Yu looked up in his arms, "From today on, you have a girlfriend, Mr. Xi."