Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 163

The first notes of the Zheng family's new environment slowly floated out.

If you can't take the initiative to file a complaint, then let cheap dad find out by himself.

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After the curtain fell, the iron gate of Zheng's nursing home slowly opened, and a black car drove in slowly, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the villa.

The bodyguard walked to the back row, opened the door, and saw a man in a gray and black formal suit bowing out from the back seat of the car.

The man's facial features are deep and handsome, and there are a pair of awe-inspiring eyes on his expressionless face, those eyes are like a cold pool under the abyss that never sees the sun all day long, revealing a heart-shattering indifference and indifference.

After getting off the car, Zheng Hongyi walked towards the villa non-stop. If he got closer at this moment, he would definitely be able to smell the slightly mellow aroma of wine from him, the fragrance of astringent and sweet tannins. It was red wine The smell of alcohol, but there was no sign of drinking on that cold and handsome face.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is an inconspicuous dark wine stain on the corner of his gray-black suit, which is obviously the source of the wine aroma.

Although he was sprinkled with red wine, except for this small piece of wine stains, there were no wrinkles or messes all over his body, which shows that this must be a man with strong self-control and over-rigor.

After entering the door, Zheng Hongyi walked up to the second floor, his frowning could clearly tell that he was obviously unhappy at the moment.

Almost everyone in the upper-class circles knows that no matter what the occasion, Zheng Hongyi never drinks alcohol, and if necessary, he will replace alcohol with tea. Some people guess that he is allergic to alcohol, some people guess that he is unique, and even more so. Some people guessed that he was looking for style, but no one ever guessed the real reason.

The reason is actually very simple. Alcohol is a mistake. Alcohol paralyzes thoughts and senses. Long-term exposure may even paralyze nerves.

Zheng Hongyi is a pianist. Music dominates his entire life. Even a slight tremor of his fingers will disturb the tone of a piano piece. Almost a formulaic man's most basic requirements for himself.

He is already well-known in the world, no matter what kind of banquet he is at, he has always never drunk a drop of alcohol, but today he was sprinkled all over by a woman with ulterior motives in the organizer, and while apologizing, he also made an excuse to get close to him If it weren't for the long-preserved good qualities in his bones that stopped his reflexive movements, he would have turned his face on the spot.

Just because he doesn't turn his face doesn't mean that he won't make other moves. The reception was only halfway through, and Zheng Hongyi was full of surprise in front of everyone's eyes, and the woman was like a palette, white and red, so exciting With a gloomy face, he turned and left.

After entering the room, Zheng Hongyi took off his alcohol-stained coat, threw it aside, and turned to enter the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water gurgling came from the bathroom, and in the lingering steam, one could vaguely see the man's muscular figure and honey-colored complexion. The hot water poured from the top of his head, brushing over his firm and sexy muscles and straight long legs, and finally smashed fell to the ground.

After a long time, the sound of water splashing on the floor stopped, the door of the bathroom opened, and in the steaming water, Zheng Hongyi came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, dripping a little water.

The pungent smell of alcohol dissipated from his body, and Zheng Hongyi's face also eased a lot. Looking at the darkened sky outside the window, and the bedside cabinet pointing to the time of [-] o'clock in the evening, thinking about the score that he wrote last night when he was inspired, he changed his mind. After getting dressed, he went downstairs to the piano room on the first floor.

Zheng Hongyi's personal piano room is very large, and the entire piano room is furnished in a simple and luxurious way. On the cabinet on one side of the piano room, there are no less than thirty trophies and medals, large and small, shrouded in light halo of spotlights. The trophy lying quietly, exudes an undisguised magnificence and glory all over.

Nearly half of the awards may be ones that countless people in the music industry could not get in their lifetime, but they were all won by this man, which shows his outstanding musical talent and influence in the music industry.

There are nearly five or six pianos in the piano room of nearly [-] square meters, some are new and some are old. Some of them were with Zheng Hongyi for countless days and nights when he was not famous, and some of them have witnessed his countless glorious moments. , an existence that has won countless honors hand in hand with him.

Walking to a pure black grand piano placed not far from the window and sitting down, Zheng Hongyi pulled out the score that he made last night when the inspiration came to him.

He revised the music score which was still in rough shape with a pen, and put Hongyi on the music stand, on top of the black and white piano keys. The man's vigorous fingers fell down like a soul, and the melodious notes jumped out of it. Pause, raise the pen to revise, play again, revise again.

Just like this, the ups and downs, the ups and downs, in the brightly lit piano room, on the keys interlaced with black and white, the man wrote a new chapter of music with his own hands.

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