The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to 7:30, and the concert admission ticket in his hand was crumpled and then spread out in the palm of Rao Mengyu's hand, crumpled and spread again, over and over again, hesitantly.
It was an admission ticket to a piano concert, with melancholy and deep blue prints, a color as calm and inclusive as the sea, VIP seats, and the opening time was eight o'clock in the evening.
Rao Mengyu looked coldly at the crumpled admission ticket in her hand, watching the blue print become distorted and deformed, as if she saw Kang Meina's crazy face yesterday.
To go or not to go?
She asked herself over and over in her mind.
If she goes, Kang Meina will definitely be angered, and she will inevitably yell hysterically again. She doesn't know if she can still bear the uncontrolled insults and scoldings of that crazy woman, but in short
It’s better to do less than to do more!
However, if you don't go...
She thought that if she didn't go, she would regret it for the rest of her life!
Mu Fan is a rare ray of sunshine in her dark life, a warm ray of sunshine that can illuminate her entire life. The future is such an unknown thing. No one can guarantee that this ray of sunshine in her life will be
Always illuminate her!
Maybe, with Mu Fan leaving, the story between them has come to an end, right?
"No, I want to go, I must go!"
Taking a deep breath and thinking that this might be the last time she saw Mu Fan, Rao Mengyu no longer had the thought to think about anything else. She grabbed her coat and rushed to the theater where Lin Mufan performed.
Along the way, I looked at the darkening sky and the bleak street scenes that passed by. Autumn was already very deep. Large sycamore leaves were falling like butterflies in a tragic and sad posture. The woman wrapped her arms around them.
Wrapped in the coat, she suddenly felt that her eyes were so dry, her vision was getting blurry, and the slightly hot liquid unknowingly covered her cheeks, which were as white as snow.
------------------The theater is located in the center of Taipei. Although it is not large, it has a unique artistic atmosphere.
The fine lights of the dome shine like stars. The stage has a large red curtain. Rows of flower baskets are placed neatly and orderly along the front of the stage. The arched auditorium is layered up. It is already full of seats, but the viewing position is excellent.
A VIP seat that was empty seemed particularly unsightly.
A door that was ajar was gently pushed open. There was no light in the dark room. The faint light that suddenly penetrated from outside the door outlined the handsome and silent profile of the man.
Lin Mufan wore a neat black dress, a white shirt, and a very delicate and elegant black tie around his neck. His jet black hair was neatly and stylishly combed.
He is a rare piano master in the music industry. He not only has superb piano skills, but also has a handsome and gentle appearance. He is like a piano prince.
Tonight, his farewell concert was held with great grandeur. The enthusiastic audience waiting for his music outside the curtain could not hold back for a long time, but he did not seem to care at all and refused to show up for a long time.
"Leon, the show is about to start, why are you still so distracted?"
The manager, Sister Jun, turned on the light in the dressing room and slowly approached the handsome, silent man.
"You have to know that this is your last performance in Taipei, and it is also your last performance in the past year and a half. Next, you will be sent to the United States for a completely closed study. I want you to promise me this
No matter what, you must give me a perfect ending."
She didn't want to put pressure on him, but his current state really worried her.
"Don't worry, I'm sensible. But please go out now, I want to be alone."
He spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion between his brows, but there was determination that could not be ignored.
Sister Jun had no choice but to raise her eyebrows and leave angrily. The originally quiet room became even quieter now.
The man was like a silent sculpture, his whole body shrouded in melancholy.
Will she come?
Will she come wearing the dress he picked out for her?
He didn't know and wasn't sure.
Yes, he has never been sure about his whispers.
She wasn't sure what she was thinking, she wasn't sure what position he held in her heart, and she wasn't sure whether the distance between Taipei and New York would make them strangers after not seeing each other for eighteen months.
Sometimes, he felt that she was a little girl who didn't understand anything. She would always remain the same as when he first saw her when she was three years old, innocent and fragile, and in need of his support and care.
But sometimes, he felt that she was like a gust of wind that he couldn't catch, swaying and wandering around. Her tenacity and forbearance were sometimes beyond the reach of even a grown man like him.
Does she love him?
Will she wait for him?
Does she know that that white dress is his most sincere promise to her?
At half past eight, the music blasted loudly, and a wave of applause swept through his eardrums. His body suddenly became stiff, and his heart was beating hard. When the curtain opened, she... would be there
Does the place where he looks directly respond to him?
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