The Attempt to Reconciliation Chapter 9

There is a luxury brand LOGO in the corner of the gift box.

When Roger saw the LOGO, he vaguely guessed what was inside. After opening it, he was right.

It's a bottle of perfume.

The drop-shaped perfume bottle contains a light blue liquid, like the whitening sky at dawn. The design of the bottle is simple and smooth, and the color of the perfume is clear and elegant. Just by looking at the appearance, one can imagine the subtle fragrance.

It was exactly the same as the smell on Oliver's body at night. Looking at the name, it looked like the one he had missed in his previous life.

This bottle is brand new and should not be the one Oliver used at night.

He unscrewed the cap in a clever way, sprayed a little on his wrist, put it under his nose and sniffed gently.

The quiet fragrance came to his face, as if someone was sweeping a beautiful orchid at the tip of his nose. After just smelling it for a few seconds, the fatigue and anxiety were swept away.

Roger narrowed his eyes in contentment and curled up his toes comfortably.

But when he remembered who gave it to him, he sat up straight again.

"This fragrance smells really good." Aunt Zhang praised, "It's a little light, but it suits you."

"Yeah." Roger said lightly.

Unfortunately, when he remembered who had sent it, he felt that the smell was fishy.

He put the perfume away and picked up the business card in the box.

Unlike the one in Roger's hand, this one had the name and contact information written in Braille, and at the bottom was a sentence, "Have a sweet dream."

Roger touched the words on it with his fingers.

The familiar bulge brings back many buried memories. He stopped in time to avoid falling into that emotion.

"Mr. Lin's gift is very valuable," Aunt Zhang asked, "Should I keep it?"

"I'll close it myself." Roger's long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under his eyes.

He covered the box and carried it back to the bedroom.

A lot of things happened in the evening. He was already physically and mentally exhausted, so he fell into bed and wanted to sleep.

The scent of the perfume was light but long-lasting, lingering on his nose for a long time. He tossed and turned on the bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of Oliver's face.

No, there is still something unresolved.

He sat up from the bed suddenly, pulled the tips of his hair, and let out a long sigh of distress.

Why is Oliver's appearance so impressive?

He originally thought it was too late now and wanted to resolve Oliver's matter the next day.

He turned on the bedside lamp, took out the gift box from the drawer, and gently picked up the business card.

Oliver's contact information was clearly written on it.

He squeezed the card.

Oliver should not be asleep now.

After much thought, he decided to formally tell Oliver that he could not play the piano now and had to refuse the invitation.

On the one hand, Oliver had not done anything to him in this life, so he could not vent his anger on unrelated people; on the other hand, he was afraid that Oliver would misunderstand him and pester him.

He took three deep breaths and pressed the dial key with trembling fingers.

While waiting for the answer, his heart was pounding in his throat, his teeth were chattering, sweat was pouring down his back, and his body was filled with ice and fire.

Otherwise... let's fight tomorrow. If Oliver fell asleep and was woken up by him, the conversation would definitely not go on.

If no one answers after three rings, hang up.

It's a pity that Oliver didn't give him this opportunity. The bell rang once and someone picked it up. A familiar male voice said: "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I am Roger." Roger pressed his chest with one hand and tried his best to say in a calm tone, "I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"It's not too late," Oliver's voice was gentle and gentle, but there was an aura that made people dare not resist, "Did you receive the stuff?"

Roger didn't expect him to ask this, so he quickly said, "I got it."

"Do you like it?" Oliver said with a faint smile in his voice.

"...I don't like it very much." Roger pursed his lips.

Mainly because it was you who sent it.

"Don't like it?" Oliver was surprised, "But you said you liked the taste last night."

"Maybe it's because I was drinking at the time and my sense of smell is not very sensitive. I don't like it."

Oliver's voice was slightly disappointed: "That's it."

"It's not important," Roger said, "Mr. Lin, I'm calling to say that I'm very grateful for your kindness, but in my current state, I can't play the piano for you. Please find someone else. And I can't accept the perfume either. I'll send it back to you."

He finished speaking in one breath, not daring to take a breath in the middle, for fear that if he stopped, he would not have the courage to finish the sentence.

After saying that, Roger held his breath.

It was quiet on the other side of the phone. After a while, Oliver asked, "Have you used the perfume?"

"A little bit."

"You've used it and you want to give it back to me?" Oliver seemed confused.

Roger let out an "ah" and his face suddenly became hot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of that. I'll keep the perfume. Should I buy you a new one? No, I'll buy this one."

He rambled for several times, but Oliver only replied calmly: "No need."

"It was my negligence that I didn't find out what you like. I originally thought that this thing was not suitable for me and there was no point in keeping it. I might as well give it to someone who is suitable. I happened to scare you at night, so I want to apologize. The perfume has been given to you, so you can deal with it yourself."

"What are you apologizing for?" Roger muttered.

"Tonight, when you found out who I was, you suddenly ran away in panic. I thought maybe your agent said something to make you mistakenly think that I cared about your missed appointment tonight. In fact, I was not angry. You have something to do. No, we can make another appointment. But your agent said that you were injured in the fall. I asked him where you were injured, but he hesitated and said, I was afraid that you were seriously injured, so he spoke in a more serious tone.

Oliver paused and said, "I don't plan to change other pianists. If you are not in good condition now, I can wait for you to get better."

Roger bent her legs, hugged her calves and sat with her chin on her knees: "I may not get better."

His voice was very soft and ethereal.

Oliver's reaction was very intense: "What's wrong? Is it because of family issues that you can't recover? Don't worry, I can help you solve it. The same goes for the company's issues. If you agree, I can help you pay the termination fee, so you can be free."

Roger was stunned for a while.

He raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously: "Why are you doing this?"

Oliver was silent for a moment and said, "I want to hear you play the piano."

"Why me? I can't play it well now." Roger looked at his fingers, "Now I can't even play the simplest song "Für Elise" well. Anyone who has studied piano for several years can't play it well. Better than me."

Tears welled up in my eyes and dripped onto my knees.

He laughed at himself and said: "I am just a piano waste."

"You are not." Oliver said firmly, "You play very well. As long as I hear your piano, I can calm down. Don't worry about what other people say, I like your music very much, so you can Play it for me?"

"You don't like it," Roger said, "you just pretend to like it."

Otherwise you wouldn’t have done those things in your previous life.

There was silence in the receiver.

Roger took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and said calmly: "Mr. Lin, this is what I want to say. I break out in cold sweat when I see the piano now, so I'm sorry, I can't play. Please find someone else." "

Oliver said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry too. I just want to listen to you play the piano, I can't find anyone else."

"I can't play------"

"I can wait. I can wait forever until the day you are willing to play."