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Chapter 7
Actually, the Darion in my memory was…
It seemed rather indifferent, and sometimes exuded a hint of a yuppie vibe.
The day before yesterday, he seemed to have had some alcohol, because there was a hint of
fruitiness in the kiss on my tongue.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why his emotions were so openly expressed.
Someone found us.
It was Jalen’s group of friends.
just noticed that the chat records inside have almost flooded the screen.
It was all videos.
Mixed with a few words of appeal.
“Brothers and sisters, come quickly, Darion’s once–in–a–lifetime musical performance.”
Instruments? I sat next to Darion for two years and worked as his photography assistant for one
year.
None of us had ever seen him play the piano or the guitar or anything like that.
This is fresh.
I randomly clicked on a video.
It was obviously clear, Darion sat in the center of the singing area, wearing jeans and a white
T–shirt, with strong eyebrows and a straight nose bridge, wearing small round black sunglasses.
He seemed to be chewing bubble gum and his long legs were casually crossed, giving off a whole
“I’m not happy” vibe.
The only thing that didn’t match the appearance was the guitar in his hands.
He blew bubbles while skillfully pressing the guitar strings with his fingertips.
Zero frames start.
The passion of the performance, the sadness of the melody, the enormity of the sound.
It seemed as if it transported me to another world.
There seemed to be someone saying in my ear, “Mother died of illness.”
“He drew blood until he died.”
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“She was exhausted to death. Her mother died during a difficult childbirth.”
My son was smashed into minced meat.”
I startled and quickly turned down the volume.
Speaking in the group: “Did the bar owner allow him to do this?”
Someone quickly replied to me: “Darion is the bar owner.”
“Will his bar go bankrupt?”
Someone denied it.
“Not necessarily, the current turnover exploded because someone posted online, saying that there was a handsome guy going crazy.”
I couldn’t hold it in and burst into laughter.
Immediately, he picked up his bag and called for Jalen.
“Let’s go. To Darion’s place.”
“What did you do?”
“Negotiated dessert collaboration for the bar.”
On the way, I stepped on the accelerator forcefully.
I didn’t know either.
Why did I drive so fast?
The disgust I had just dealt with Jalen a moment ago turned into strong anticipation.
Just walked in.
Darion in front of the stage lifted his thin eyelids and glanced at me. He cheekily blew a bubble and his eyes gently shifted away, expressionless.
The melody suddenly took a sharp turn.
A lively and cheerful sound flowed out from the strings.
It felt as if I was transported to the wedding scene.
I knew this song.
“Wedding“.
I added Darion on WhatsApp.
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I extended my hand insincerely. “Mr. Novak, pleasant cooperation.”
Barion laughed and was about to reach out when he was intercepted by Jalen.
Jalen shook Darion’s hand before me.
“Darion, you took care of my business for me,” Jalen joked.
It’s really strange.
Jalen was fooling around outside, but his possessiveness towards me remained unchanged.
I smiled politely.
Darion got up and personally made cocktails for us.
After he performed “Wedding,” he returned the stage to the professional band.
Darion had excellent taste, and many people flocked to this newly opened bar.
A girl walked over and rested her shoulder on Jalen’s.
“Hey handsome, alone?”
Under
my deliberate distance, Jalen and I didn’t really seem like a couple.
I took a sip of wine lightly.
Jalen added Natasha on WhatsApp and didn’t avoid me at all. Without saying a word when they met, Jalen tried to make up, saying, “Natasha, I haven’t remembered our thing yet, now…”
“No need to say anymore, I understand.”
I was exhausted dealing with him.
