Dongzhi and Chen did not hold a wedding. After they decided to get married, they obtained their certificates and officially moved from two places to one place to live.

A newlywed trip comes earlier than a wedding full of uncertainty, and the first stop is New York.

On the day of arrival, he rested in the hotel. Early the next morning, Dong Zhi took Chen to visit the school where he graduated.

The sun is shining in the morning and the weather is warm. I spent a few years here. I took a deep breath, as if it was the same as every morning I welcomed during school.

Chen was held by her arm, and her windbreaker made her look tall and tall. She probably was in a good mood and had a rare mood to joke: "Have you not felt the air here for too long?"

"I haven't been back for a long time." Dong Zhi half hung on his arm, smiled, and took his steps casually with his strength.

The main building of the Manhattan Conservatory of Music is on Broadway Street, and Dongzhi pointed to the buildings with a quaint appearance and tones to show him.

"Look, I was eating there at that time, just that floor—"

"You remember the place to eat very clearly."

"What." Dong Zhi pretended to be angry, clenched his fist and hammered it on his arm. "I remember everything else, class is there, performance is on that floor, and sometimes someone rehearses, and the lights will light up until very late."

There are already early students walking on the campus road, each with leisurely postures. Compared to the destination, they are more experiencing the atmosphere around them.

"Once I was rehearsing with my classmates, and the window was there." Dongzhi pointed to him not far away and said to him, "I had been practicing for a long time, and it had been more than ten hours, but the effect was not good. I was very depressed and lay on the window, pressing my head against the glass. You don't know, my temple was almost blown up at that time, and it hurts."

"So hard?"

"There's no way..."

Keep going, next to the main building is the student apartment.

"Our apartment has nineteenth floor." Dongzhi asked Chen Ju, "How tall is your Oxford apartment?"

Chen frowned and thought, "I can't remember it very clearly."

"You can't remember anything you remember," she complained in disgust, and said, "But this is not only the dormitory, but also the performances and study, and it is also here. The place I stayed most often at that time was here. Sometimes I didn't have classes, so I could not come out in the practice hall for a few hours, and the day passed quickly."

"Where is the evening?"

"It's all night, the practice hall is open all day, so it's no problem to spend the whole night."

Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her, disagreeing. She smiled dryly: "Except when rehearsing before the performance, I rarely go all night long. I always get up very early and come early, and have a healthy schedule!"

He twitched his lips lightly, barely satisfied.

Dongzhi was a little unhappy when he thought about it, and couldn't help but hammer him again, "Tsk, what's wrong with all night? Everyone else is devoted to art all night, I..."

"You can live longer and devote yourself to art." Chen retorted slowly.

Dongzhi was stunned for a moment, wanted to refute but couldn't argue with him, so he had to shut up.

After passing the library, they only looked outside and did not go in.

Dongzhi said: "I used to come to the library often."

Chen had no expression and obviously didn't believe it.

"Really, there is a lot of information inside, I often go to check the information..."

He nodded, quite perfunctory.

This was not what Dong Zhi wanted, so she reached out to his windbreaker and pinched him hard on his waist.

Chen's calm face had a little more "fear" that was difficult to detect.

There are several performance theaters, of different sizes, and Dongzhi has a much deeper relationship with this.

"The stage I performed in school for the first time was not big and relatively small. At that time, my teacher, Mr. Xilin, saw me at that performance. Because of him, I was able to step onto other big stages so quickly. I have stood up to perform all the theaters in the school. I had my first solo performance, and Mr. Xilin personally served as the orchestra conductor for me."

Adaberg Cillin was her mentor. She discovered her, promoted her, trained her carefully and taught her carefully, and gave her a lot of help.

It is recognized by the violin industry that Tongen Dong was followed by Adaberg Xilin, and for this, she is proud and proud.

Chen then gently said that the hair on her temples was on her face and said: "Didn't you say you want Mr. Xilin to have dinner together? Have you arranged it?"

He is also grateful to her gentle person.

Dongzhi nodded, thinking of the long-lost teacher, a smile appeared on his face.

She pulled Chen away from her sad mood and trotted: "Let's go, hurry up."

...

After visiting the Manhattan Conservatory of Music, the driver was already waiting at the designated location, so Dongzhi and Chen got in the car and went to the lunch location.

New York is a metropolis of the world, with extremely prosperous and colorful skin and hair visible along the street, and different races gather together.

Dongzhi looked out the window, remembering the days when he was studying abroad, and sighed softly.

Chen asked, "What's wrong?"

"I remember that time. I don't like going out very much, but sometimes I still have to go out."

"Um?"

"At that time, Brother Boyan provided me with my studies. I was embarrassed to use his other things except for the tuition. Most of our classmates have cars. In fact, buying cars abroad is not expensive, but I still don't have money, so I just take the subway. The subway in New York is very old and it's a bit scary during the day. When I go back at night, I'm always worried..."

Chen paused his expression and gently hugged her shoulder, "I thought you were not afraid of heaven or earth."

"How could I not be afraid of being alone at such a distance?" Her eyes became a little darker, and suddenly she remembered something, turned her head and told him, "Oh yes, one time I even encountered a robbery!"

Chen's eyes were slightly sunk. She leaned towards him, next to his shoulder, changed into a comfortable position, not noticing his expression, and was still saying: "That was summer. On the street, I was looking for something. Someone ran over from behind and bumped into me. I bumped into the statue next to me, and a piece was cut by the pointed place."

She rolled up her sleeves and looked for him, "Here, it's just that here is broken, a small piece of meat is knocked off, and after it's done, it's scarred, like a pit."

With his thumb covering that place, Chen stroked it again and again. His fingers became hot. She wanted to pull the sleeves, but he held her arm, so she had to let him go.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. The man snatched the bag, and there was a lady behind him chasing him all the way." Dong Zhi said, "But there are still many good people. An aunt next to me saw that I broke my hand and immediately came over to ask me if I was fine..."

She said it casually and told him one of the rich experiences, but Chen felt uncomfortable.

Dongzhi said a few more words, and then realized that he seemed to be feeling a little depressed. He stopped talking and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's been fine for a long time, it's normal, a minor injury."

Chen's eyes were deep, his lips were pursed and he didn't say anything.

Dong Zhi sighed secretly, grabbed his hand, and embedded his five fingers into his fingers, tightly connecting with him.

...

The two went to Broadway in the afternoon, with seats in the middle row and facing the stage, which is the best position.

Dongzhi told him: "The first performance I saw in New York was on Broadway."

“Watch an opera?”

"Um."

Perhaps because of the name "first time", she was deeply impressed by this place.

But in addition to that, she personally likes Broadway.

Although not an opera actor, the desire is the same.

The stage is like life, with some people settled here and some people set sail here. At that time, as an audience, she was very touched when she looked at this world-famous stage.

After watching a performance, I had an appointment to have dinner with Mr. Xilin, but suddenly I received news that his temporary itinerary had changed and I was afraid that I would not be able to meet.

Dong Zhi and the teacher chatted briefly on the phone to express their understanding. When they put away their phone, they were regretful, but they had no choice.

"Everyone says that ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law. I originally wanted to take you to see her for my teacher, but God insisted that I hide it." Dong Zhi shook his head and patted Chen Ji's face.

"Ugly?" Chen grabbed her wrist, leaned close to her, raised his eyebrows, lowered the volume, and his voice was slight, "Who holds my neck and kisses my face, begged me to sleep with her? It won't be possible if you don't have to stop. You'll scream and pester me..."

Dongzhi's face turned red suddenly, and he reached out to cover his mouth, "This is a civilized occasion, so you are not allowed to tell me such a serious person."

A few seconds later she let go. As soon as she let go, he said quietly: "Then don't be so serious tonight..."

She covered his mouth again with a "swoosh".

Chen didn't resist, letting her cover her lower half of her face, her eyes filled with light teasing and smiles.

...

Mr. Xilin did not eat with them, so the two of them canceled the original restaurant.

After a walk around, I didn't eat anything. Dongzhi decided to go back to the hotel to eat the food made by the chef in the restaurant.

So there is nothing she wants to eat outside. She has been eating here for several years and has not gotten used to it. Although there are delicious foods around the world, she probably has a Chinese stomach and still likes Chinese food the most after eating. However, most Chinese restaurants are not authentic, or the taste has been improved, so there is really no need to make a special effort.

Both of them were a little tired, but Chen was fine. This amount of exercise was just a small matter for him. Dong Zhi was lazy. When he returned to the room, he stayed on the single round sofa and remained motionless.

She felt that it was not comfortable enough, so she waved to Chen Ju. He sat on the sofa reading a book. She was lying in his arms and looking at the scenery outside the window. She had a plate of cut fruit on her hand, which was extremely comfortable.

"Dongzhi." Chen suddenly stopped looking at the book.

"Um?"

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

"I'll try it?"

Dongzhi was about to poke a piece with a fork, but he suddenly lowered his head, and his breath surrounded her instantly.
To be continued...