Chapter 88: Why Learn the Cello?
Lian Li immediately realized he was referring to the ‘tender grass’ in the idiom ‘an old cow eating tender grass’.
And she… agreed.
“That’s not right,” Jin Shi Yue’s eyes scanned her, his thin lips curving almost imperceptibly. “It’s you who ate me dry, not me who ate you dry. You should be called the tender cow.”
Lian Li: “……?”
A tender cow eating old grass?
“Come eat breakfast,” Jin Shi Yue said, and walked towards the restaurant.
Lian Li had already tried; the gate had a password, so she couldn’t get out. If she wanted to escape, there was only one way – through the backyard to Jin Yan Ting’s residence.
The path was a way out, but the destination was… a place of no return.
The Australian breakfast was very rich, with steak, acai berries, fettuccine, and a tomato and vegetable stew salad.
Lian Li tasted the fries; they had a special flavor that couldn’t be found elsewhere, and they were delicious.
Jin Shi Yue placed a cup of warm brown sugar milk by her arm.
Lian Li glanced at the milk from the corner of her eye, then secretly peeked at him.
There was no milk in front of him.
“What are you looking at? Can looking at me fill your stomach?” Jin Shi Yue’s perceptiveness was beyond her imagination.
A feast for the eyes could only fill the eyes.
Lian Li silently withdrew her gaze and quietly chewed on the steak.
The beef was extremely fresh and tender, with a delicate texture.
Although she wasn’t very hungry, the food was delicious, so she ate quite a bit.
“Why did you learn the cello?” Jin Shi Yue asked abruptly.
The cello was large, and she was so small, her tiny frame carrying the cello all day.
Lian Li said, “Because my parents like the cello.”
“If your parents like the cello, why didn’t they learn it themselves?” Jin Shi Yue’s tone was lazy.
Lian Li was slightly taken aback; she hadn’t considered that angle.
Jin Shi Yue lightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, “Do you like it too?”
A long time ago, finding their mother had become an obsession for the father and daughter. Their mother liked the cello, and their father liked it because of her.
Lian Li’s name was given by her mother. If she could stand on a bigger stage and perform the cello, her mother would likely recognize her and her daughter.
When faced with things that must be done, whether she liked them or not was unimportant.
Lian Li lowered her long lashes to look at the blueberries on the plate, pondered for a few seconds, and retorted, “If I didn’t like it, why would I play the cello?”
“You like it,” Jin Shi Yue said nonchalantly. “No wonder you’ve liked me for so many years.”
Lian Li looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion.
How had she liked him for so many years?
And did her liking the cello have any significant connection to her liking him?
As a result, Jin Shi Yue said with a straight face, “My voice, cello sound.”
“……”
Lian Li was a little speechless; his voice didn’t sound like a cello at all.
The cello is a low-pitched string instrument, its tone possessing rich harmonics and resonance, thus sounding full, warm, deep, and resonant.
The full tone makes the cello very prominent when playing the bass part in an orchestra. The cello’s low range allows it to play a unique and important role in the orchestra.
Jin Shi Yue’s voice was rather cool and clear, like the sound of jade striking a clear spring, completely unlike a deep and resonant tone. Besides, he was always cynical and unrestrained, how could he be deep?
“You should get your ears checked when you have time,” Lian Li suggested, spearing a blueberry with her fork.
And your eyes too, for that matter.
Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow at this, his gaze lingering meaningfully on her face, “You care about me so much?”
“No,” Lian Li said. “I’m just worried your ears aren’t working well, and if you get unhappy at a concert, it might affect the orchestra’s reputation.”
Jin Shi Yue’s eyes held amusement, “You even know I go to concerts. Did you put a tracker on me?”
The Eldest Young Master’s paranoia had relapsed.
Lian Li raised her lashes and glanced at him, “I guessed.”
“Then guess which piece I like the most,” Jin Shi Yue said with great interest.
Lian Li’s eyes darted around, frantically searching her mind for a piece of music that matched Jin Shi Yue’s temperament, but she couldn’t find an answer after a long while.
She felt that no piece could accurately describe him.
Jin Shi Yue leaned back leisurely against the chair, his eyes looking at her faintly, “《Butterfly Lovers》.”
Perhaps due to his illness, his voice was hoarse, like fine gravel rubbing against Lian Li’s ears, stirring a subtle sensation.
Her heart beat half a beat faster, and she stared at him without blinking.
Cello quartet 《Butterfly Lovers》.
It was the piece she had performed at the Cultural Center Concert Hall in Hong Kong before.
It was also her mother’s favorite piece.
The man’s forehead hair naturally fell on his brow bone, and his pair of dark, deep eyes were even more profound than usual.
Although he was usually not serious, the mature man’s hormones were undiminished.
Lazy and casual, exuding a careless desire.
Now that he was ill, his features were calm, magnifying the charm of a mature man several times over. When he wasn’t smiling, he looked cold and ruthless, and Lian Li felt that if she wasn’t careful, she would be brutally consumed by him, leaving no bones behind.
She averted her gaze, clasped the cup of brown sugar milk with both hands, and said softly, “That piece is nice, many people like it.”
The restaurant fell silent, and Lian Li slowly drank her milk.
After breakfast, Jin Shi Yue took a phone call. Lian Li sat on the sofa, waiting for the Eldest Young Master to give her permission to leave.
She was idly scrolling through her mobile phone and saw a trending topic about the popular male idol Fu Si Nian.
Clicking to view, it was entertainment paparazzi who had photographed Fu Si Nian entering and exiting a hotel with a woman, suspected of a relationship being exposed.
Fu Si Nian’s appearance was clearly captured in the photos, but the woman’s appearance was very blurry, so blurry that her figure was barely discernible. The pictures had clearly been processed.
The paparazzi were probably afraid that Chen Wei Qi would come after them.
With Chen Wei Qi’s status, good background, high standing, and attractive appearance, it was normal for her to have a man.
After all, men flocked to try and curry favor with her, doing their best to please her. She wasn’t a goddess, she was just playing around.
Li Ye returned with the God of Wealth, and as soon as he entered, he let go of the leash, and the God of Wealth sprinted to Lian Li’s feet.
She was wearing trousers today, and there were trouser legs for it to sniff.
The Tibetan Mastiff is strong, loyal, brave, with thick fur and a majestic physique, known as the king of dogs.
The God of Wealth had a fierce temper and strong aggressiveness; it took Li Ye a long time to barely tame it.
Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff rubbing against Lian Li like a Samoyed, he inwardly condemned: Double standard dog!
On the surface, he still spoke politely and kindly, “Miss Lian.”
Lian Li smiled at him and nodded, “Does the God of Wealth need to go out for a walk every morning?”
Li Ye said yes, “Tibetan Mastiffs are large and have high exercise needs, requiring sufficient space and activity to maintain their health.”
Lian Li understood and reached out to gently stroke the fur on the God of Wealth’s back. Remembering how it had followed her in New York last time, she asked again:
“Isn’t it said that a dog only has one master in its life? Why did it follow me?”
