Vol 1 Chapter 9 (1/2)

G.o.d's Left Hand - Book 1: Chapter 9

Luckily, Grunt did not say anything more afterwards.

He and Ai Qing were the minority in this room, so he naturally sat next to Ai Qing.

He only picked one song to sing during the whole night.

When the music began to play, the whole room suddenly quieted down.  Unlike the noisy pop songs they had sang before, it was James Blunt’s “You’re Beautiful”.  His voice was deep and low.  It was a slower song to begin with, but his singing instantly grabbed everyone’s attention when he sang with his deep voice.

When he put down the microphone, Ai Qing’s sister excitedly gripped on her hand.

“You sang very well.”  Ai Qing also exclaimed sincerely.  “You like James Blunt?”

“My ex-girlfriend liked Blunt very much.”  Grunt put the microphone back on the table.  His eyes were slightly squinted so one couldn’t tell how genuine his words were.  “She liked to hear me sing this song, so I just learned it in pa.s.sing.”

Ai Qing did not expect him to talk about something so personal and did not know how to respond.

Luckily, he did not seem to have any desire to continue on the topic either.

It was her sister who pulled on her arm and mouthed: he’s not just cute but also a very doting boyfriend.

Ai Qing turned around to look at her sister and also mouthed back: don’t tell me that you’ve fallen for him?

Her sister’s eyes flickered a bit then quickly nodded.

On the way back, they rode on the same taxi since only Grunt and the two sisters were staying in the same hotel.  Her sister acted very lady-like all the way.  Once they were back in the hotel room, her sister grabbed her arm excitedly.  “I really like him, really.”

“No wonder you were restless the whole night.”  She did not know whether to cry or laugh.  “You don’t even know his real name.  Don’t you find that a little bit untrustworthy?”

“But my heart raced when I first laid my eyes on him, just like you when you saw Solo for the first time.”

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In a split second, Ai Qing became silent.

Many, many memories wildly bursted out; she couldn’t suppress them in time.

She remembered that the first time she saw Solo was when she was 14 years old.  The internet at home was off and she and her sister went to an internet cafe to pa.s.s the time.  She recalled that she was playing a matching game and suddenly heard a boy talking.  His voice was very pleasant to the ear.

She couldn’t help herself to take a peek.