While half asleep and half awake, Qin Jian heard another gentle knock on the door.

He opened his eyes subconsciously.

It was already dawn outside the window and the room was bright, but he felt like he had just closed his eyes not long ago.

Qin Jian got out of bed and opened the door in confusion.

Duan Ran looked in good spirits outside the door. He must have had a good sleep last night.

"Morning," Qin Jian breathed, turned around and flopped on the bed again, "I have to sleep for a while." He said and fell asleep again.

Duan Ran followed the room and couldn't help but smile when he saw the figure sleeping in an inelegant manner on the bed, "Morning."

Taking back the mobile phone that was placed next to Qin Jian's ear, she picked up her suitcase and left the room quietly.

...

At around 12:30 noon, Qin Jian suddenly jumped out of bed with excitement.

Holding the head of the bed, he looked around with sweating profusely. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the cloth bag on the wall.

I wiped the sweat off my head and quickly grabbed the mobile phone beside me.

"What the hell."

I forgot to charge my phone last night.

After charging his mobile phone, Qin Jian took off his pajamas, revealing his muscular torso.

He rushed into the bathroom, and the cool shower made him wake up completely.

He just had a dream, in which Duan Ran left without saying goodbye.

I rinsed quickly, then changed into clean clothes, looked in the mirror, took my watch with me, and left the room.

Arriving at the door of the next room.

He raised his hand, a little nervous.

After knocking three times gently, the door opened.

"Have you slept?" Duan Ran turned around and put down the book in his hand, "Come in first, wait a moment, and then we'll leave."

Qin Jian followed in.

Duan Ran's clothes have always been good, and Qin Jian has always felt that whatever Duan Ran wears looks pleasing to the eye.

Indeed, regardless of Duan Duan's good looks, he is 175cm tall and has long arms and legs, making him a natural clothes hanger.

Beige nine-point pants paired with a satin pure white shirt are simple and smart.

Stepping on a pair of white flat shoes, the whole person looks generous and decent, a little less playful than before, and a little more mature and stable.

"What are you looking at?"

Duan Ran's sudden question made Qin Jian panic and quickly turned his eyes away.

Duan Ran raised his hand and lowered his head, looking himself up and down, "Is there any problem?"

Qin Jian shook his head and said vaguely: "No, no problem, very good, I just feel that your style of dressing is different from before."

"Don't you like it?"

Duan Ran smiled sweetly and put on a small black leather bag.

"Well.."

Qin Jian didn't know what to say. He seemed to be a bit of a coward to say he liked her, but he couldn't say anything if he didn't like her. He just gesticulated with his hands and hesitated.

"happiness..."

"Hehe, okay," Duan Ran narrowed his eyes, bent them into two small crescents, and grabbed Qin Jian's arm, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Qin Jian was dragged out of the hotel by Duan Ran just like a monk with two feet.

The afternoon sun is particularly warm.

On the path outside the hotel, the two people were strolling as before.

It's just that there is no distance between them now. In just a few steps, Qin Jian seems to have gotten used to the feeling of being supported by Duan Ran, and his steps have become more natural.

This was another feeling he had never experienced before.

Suddenly, Duan Ran seemed to have changed.

Exactly what changed, he couldn't say.

The most intuitive thing was that she found that the smell coming from Duan Ran was no longer the smell of laundry detergent, but a sweet perfume.

It makes people feel itchy.

"Qin Jian."

"ah?"

"Did you secretly look at my phone last night?"

"without."

"real?"

"Um."

"Didn't you even look at it?"

"Well..."

"Huh, you guys have learned how to lie."

"I'm not lying to you, I just glanced at the time and then put it down to sleep."

"Okay, I believe you, but have you ever thought about me before?"

"have."

...

"Hehe, I want to eat meat."

As they spoke, the two men quickened their pace.

A warm and enjoyable lunch.

"Where do you want to go for a while?" Qin Jian asked.

"I want to go visit DG Company. I've always been curious, and I can practice piano by the way." Duan Ran said, "Is it far away?"

"Very close."

After the meal, the two walked to the headquarters of DG Company.

"Mr. Qin Jian."

Paul was a little surprised by Qin Jian's arrival today. According to the plan agreed yesterday, he would not appear here today.

There is also a young girl clinging to his side. They look like a couple.

"Hi, Paul, good afternoon. I decided to come here to practice piano today. Is it convenient?"

Paul said: "Of course."

With that said, Qin Jian introduced the two of them.

"Hello, Miss Duan."

"Hello, Mr. Paul." Duan Ran shook hands with Paul graciously.

Paul took the two of them to the piano hall again.

As soon as he entered the door, Duan Ran was as surprised as Qin Jian yesterday.

"So many pianos?"

Her eyes fell on a grand piano in the center of the hall.

"Is this the Pelov's 90th commemorative version of the pear blossom grand piano?" Duan Ran walked to the pear blossom piano.

Paul was a little surprised: "Yes, yes."

Duan Ran turned around and asked politely: "Can I play it?"

Paul smiled and said: "Of course."

"Thank you." Duan Ran sat in front of the piano and gently placed his satchel beside him.

She did not play the piano immediately, but gently brushed the keys, her eyes full of joy.

Qin Jian withdrew his gaze and asked Paul, "Paul, do you understand this piano?"

"Perlov, a national treasure brand in the Czech Republic, is also one of the five imperial piano brands recognized in Europe." Paul said.

"I know this. What I'm asking is what's so special about this piano?" Qin Jian said.

Paul continued, "This pear flower xylophone was specially customized in 1990 to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the birth of Mr. Antoni Perlov, the founder of the brand. Only three units were produced at that time."
To be continued...