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Chapter2
As soon as I returned to rent, Fang Luosu's phone came, reminding me not to forget time at night.
I looked at the cello placed in the corner of my eyes, and said, "Simpage at six o'clock in the evening, remember."
Fang Luosu and I belong to the same symphony orchestra and are both cellists. She has a lively mind and knows a lot of people. Sometimes when there is no performance in the group, she will take care of her own private affairs, accompany the reception, and add to the fun at the wedding banquet. If there are many people who want, she will sometimes pull me along and let me earn extra money along with me.
"Did you talk to Nan Xuan?" I asked.
Nan Xuan is my college classmate, an authentic Chonghai native. After graduating from college, he returned to Chonghai, and I happened to be with him because of my work place in Chonghai. He used to be a good-natured man. When he saw me alone in a foreign land, he often asked me for dinner and asked me to climb mountains. Sometimes I also come to listen to our troupe's concerts, and I come and go, and I meet Fang Luosu and achieve good things.
Strictly speaking, I am still their matchmaker.
Nan Xuan did not join any orchestra after graduation, but worked as a cello teacher in a children's institution. He has a gentle personality, Fang Luosu is bright and bright, the two are a perfect match, and their relationship has always been very good. Once, I thought that love should be like this in the end.
Until two weeks ago, I found out that Fang Luosu was cheating.
I accidentally settled a small gadget on my mobile phone that day. My sister gave it, not expensive, but because of some commemorative value, I started to think about the place where I might be left in the first time when I found out that I was lost. The theater dressing room.
In order to confirm whether the jewelry fell in the locker room, I was almost home, and I turned around and returned to the theater.
The corridor was covered with thick carpets, and there was no sound on the door. The door of the locker room leaked a seam, and a ambiguous sound came from it.
I was about to hold back the handle of the handle, and I stared at the slit suspiciously, but just a few times, I felt that the female voice inside was a little familiar.
"Lao Xin, this time ... How can it be me?" The woman's voice was hit seventy -eight, and the tail sound was hooked.
I am not a theater security. Whoever sought stimulation inside has nothing to do with me, I should turn around and leave, less trouble. But because I wanted to confirm whether the woman was Fang Luosu, I not only didn't go, but also held my breath and sneered up.
"Rest assured, the new chief must be you." The man was panting and his voice was insignificant. "My big baby, see me so much for you, you can serve me tonight."
With the promise of a man, the woman seemed to be in a good mood, and it was "um" as "um".
"Just know you are good to me ..."
I never heard the voice like Fang Luosu, shocked the disgusting, and the stomach suddenly stirred up. I almost fled and ran out of the wall.
Until the fresh air outside the outside, the nausea faded a little bit.
The former Principal Cellist of the Orchestra resigned not long ago due to some personal reasons. As for the speculation about the new Principal, Fang Luosu and I were among the most vocal people in the ensemble.
I know that Fang Luosu has always been ambitious and wants the chief position, but I did not expect that she could do this for this ambition.
It is impossible to find the ornament. I went home and went all over the night. The next day I went to work in a bad spirit. I was adjusting the string. Fang Luosu laughed in front of me and spread it out. Yellow lemon fell in front of me.
"You fell in the locker room yesterday, and I saw it for you." She said.
She looked unconscious.
Slow down, I held the hanging ornaments and stuffed it into my pants: "Thank you."
Fang Luosu: "You're welcome."
She turned and wanted to leave.
"Actually, I went back yesterday. Congratulations, the new chief."
I hit a heavy bomb and fired, and Fang Luosu was caught off guard. Until now I remember when she turned around and looked at me, the panic looked like the blood was lost.
I gave her a choice - I go and tell Nan Xuan, or she goes. She chose the latter. However, it has been two weeks now, and she has not acted. I'm not sure if she was deliberately dragging her time, or if she was really hard on Nan Xuan, or both.
"Give me some more time." Fang Luosu's voice on the phone was a little stifled, "This kind of thing is not so easy to talk about. I love Nan Xuan, and I don't want to see him suffer..."
I interrupted her: "I will give you another week."
I used to listen to her show affection, I was always happy for them, but now I just feel irony and even unbearable.
Fang Luosu paused and said weakly, "I see."
Human beings are born with sexuality, and they will go wrong if they don't pay attention. Any deviation will destroy the song "Life" in an instant like the discordant notes that play the wrong fingertips.
From birth, we should all make every choice carefully. This is how my mother has taught me since I was a child.
At the age of eight, my dad found a primary three when my mother was pregnant with a second child. My mother always waited for him to stand up late at night. When he raised his family hard, he stewed a lot of soup for his days.
It may be that it was too long, and after a long time, he was suddenly condemned, and he was excited, and he immediately died on the bed of Xiao San.
How ridiculous, how shameful.
My mother did not even open the memorial service, and burned the people directly, and the ashes were poured into the sea.
Later, she began to believe in religion, always saying something about causal cycles, and gradually became extreme in the education of me and my sister. Strict to harsh, we do not allow us to make a little mistake. It seems to use this to prevent the "lower" genes in our bones.
I did not follow her to teach, but these years were spoiled by her in my ear, and thoughts were more or less assimilated. Others did not believe it, but "retribution" still believed. If you do something wrong, you will be retributed.