Stand Awakening: We are all wealthy, who can fall in love?

Bai You was really hungry, but there was still a hotel outside the hotel. She searched on her mobile phone and found a snack bar. There were not many taxis here, so she could only walk there hungry.

Cheng Suwan didn't call her. When he went out, Cheng Suming called her. Of course, it was just a casual shout to tell her not to wander around.

After twists and turns, twenty minutes later, she finally sat in the snack bar and ordered a few things to eat.

Unfortunately, the taste was very average. She took a few bites. Although she was not full, she didn't particularly want to eat it.

After paying the bill, I was not in a hurry to go back and walked along the road for a while.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a black vehicle suddenly stopped on the side of the road. The person inside opened the door and walked straight towards her.

Bai You looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a suit. The man took out his mobile phone from his coat, glanced at it, then stepped forward and said seriously: "Miss Bai, please get in the car, Mr. Hall." Let me pick you up."

Bai You glanced at him cautiously, "Who are you?"

"I am your assistant. He is at the banquet and also in Beicheng. He wants to see you."

What he said was particularly strange, and Bai You asked: "Who is Mr. Hall?"

The person in front of me paused slightly, raised his head, said Hall's full name, and then said, "You were the one who saved Mr. Hall when he was assassinated on the street. Have you forgotten?"

Bai You really didn't remember this person. Not only did she not remember him, but the person in front of her spoke with a full Y Chinese accent. No one had ever told her that she knew any other foreign men.

Come to think of it, this has something to do with the man I met at the elevator door.

So did he recognize himself at that time, or someone else?

He even knew her last name.

The car drove all the way back to the hotel, but this time she entered the most luxurious floor of the hotel. The assistant took her into an empty box. As soon as she entered, people hurriedly came outside.

Listening to the footsteps, I was quite anxious.

As soon as Bai You turned around, he was hugged warmly by the visitor, "You, it's nice to see you again."

The person who came had a faint smell of men's perfume, a pair of brown pupils, his hair was carefully taken care of and meticulous, and his clothes were gorgeous and low-key.

Bai You gently pushed the person away, "Hello, I have lost my memory, so I may not remember you very well."

Hall's body froze instantly, his arms remained as they were before, and his pupils shrank slightly, as if he heard something unbelievable, "You, is this true? What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

He has a Chinese face, looks to be in his thirties, has delicate and three-dimensional facial features, but speaks with a Country Y accent. Bai You thinks he should be of Chinese descent.

Bai You: "I had a car accident before and lost my memory. I'm sorry."

"Car accident? Amnesia? How long ago was that?"

Bai You: "One year ago."

Hall finally put down his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at her in disbelief, "You actually also have amnesia, haven't you been cured?"

Bai You: "Not yet."

Mr. Hall was slightly disappointed. The person in front of him didn't recognize him anymore. He also heard her talk about the car accident. As a person who had also been injured, he felt sorry for her experience, but he was still very excited when he saw a face he hadn't seen for a long time. He quickly asked her, "Where's the violin? Are you still practicing?"

This was strange for Bai You. At this moment, she suspected that the person in front of her had mistaken her. She said truthfully: "Mr. Hall, I can't play the violin."

"Are you kidding?" Mr. Hall covered his heart and looked like his heart was broken. "You, this is not funny at all." Bai You: "I'm not lying to you, what I said is true."

Hall looked at her and was silent for a long time. Then his eyes dropped and fell on her white hands. There was only a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips. It was the same hands. He still remembered how direct blows were pulled out from these hands. The wonderful voice of the soul, I still remember the carefree and unrestrained look between her eyebrows, her fingers are as nimble as graceful butterflies, and her dark and calm eyes seem to have witnessed many lives and deaths. Every time she plays the music, it is immersive, like Pour a heavy rain with your life on the rough sea.

Now she says that she can't play the violin. Isn't this a joke? He knew that she was carrying a greater mission, but this did not mean that she could forget Qin and everything else.

Mr. Hall repeated again, "This is not funny. Forget it, let's eat first, and don't say any more."

Bai You looked at the way his fingers were trembling slightly, and couldn't help but start to doubt herself. But no matter how much she doubted, she still had no memory of the violin in her heart. She couldn't imagine herself playing the violin, and she didn't remember any fingering techniques. .

Neither of them spoke anymore, and when the food was served, no one touched it.

After a long time, Hall calmed down and asked, "When did you come to Beicheng? How long will you stay here?"

Bai You raised his eyes and said seriously: "I have always lived in Beicheng, my home is here."

Hall raised his eyes, frowned, and asked: "You said you were in a car accident. How are your injuries? Have they recovered? Except for memory."

Bai You: "The injury has recovered."

Hall nodded, feeling like there was a hole in his heart. He couldn't explain why it was strange.

"In that case, why don't you come back to Country Y with me? I will definitely make you think about the violin again."

Bai You shook his head.

Hall felt disappointed.

The previous excitement was gone.

He didn't come back to his senses until he walked out of the hotel and was recognized.

"Mr. Hall? Is that you?"

A girl with a high ponytail stood in front of him, carrying a violin behind her.

In the past, Hall would definitely have had a few words with her, but today, he was in no mood, not even a smile, and got into the car with a disappointed look on his face.

"Yan Xue, what's going on? Do you know him?"

Cheng Yanxue stood there awkwardly, recalling the familiar face she had seen countless times on the wall of the Conservatory of Music, and said, "I must have made a mistake. I thought he was Mr. Hall, and I guess so, Mr. Hall How could it appear here?"

Meng Liqiong asked her, "Who is Mr. Hall?"

Cheng Yanxue: "A senior figure with a high reputation in the violin world is a violin genius who has won many honors at a young age."

Meng Liqiong asked: "Compared with Master Yun, who is more powerful?"

Cheng Yanxue shook her head, "It's hard to say. Mr. Hall is much younger than Master Yun. I just heard that Mr. Hall had an accident and no longer plays."

She couldn't even think about taking Mr. Hall's name.

If Master Yun is the master they all want to worship, then Hall is the idol in the hearts of all the girls, Prince Charming.