She originally thought that the old man would make her forget these painful hypocritical loves, but she didn't expect that the other party would say such words. Su Zhengliang couldn't help but widen his eyes, "But..."
"From your eyes, I can see that you are very melancholy and confused. Although you have been trying to hide the emotions in your eyes, the loneliness and sadness in your heart cannot be easily erased. You know, some
Things, even if you try your best to forget them, since they have been deeply reflected in your heart, you should not forget them."
"You are right, I cannot forgive him, so I will never forget him."
The clear voice, with its long sadness and hatred, quickly disappeared in the night wind of the Neckar River.
"Young man, I can't understand the pain and unwillingness you feel after you find out that you have been cheated. However, if you really don't love me anymore, why do you show such a painful and sad expression?"
Su Zhengliang lowered his eyelashes sadly, "I don't know."
"Whether it's hate or love, at least it means you still care about him. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so confused." Looking deeply at Su Zhengliang's beautiful and melancholy profile, the old man continued to say politely, "I don't
I know what happened between you, but I know that you must have loved him deeply and been very happy. I don’t believe that the person you love would really use your feelings to deceive you, let alone him.
I don’t have any true feelings for you. Maybe it’s just some misunderstandings that caused the relationship between you to become like this.”
The slowly flowing Neckar River gently flapped its banks, making a slight "swishing" sound, as if lovers clinging to each other, kissing each other.
Su Zhengliang said disheartenedly, "If there was really a misunderstanding, he could have told me, why did he hide it from me? I told myself time and time again to believe him, and he would love me no matter what happened, but instead
What followed was deception and betrayal again and again. I am really tired, so tired that I don’t want to love anymore.”
The old man said sadly, "Young man, you still have a long way to go in life. You can't let your heart lose its direction just because of one or two blows, let alone have such pessimistic thoughts. If you don't have
Love is like a ship sailing in the sea that has lost its direction and can never find a harbor to sail into. Is this kind of life what you want?"
Su Zhengliang said hurriedly, "No, I still have great ideals and ambitions waiting for me to fulfill them. My life cannot end like this. It's just..."
"I know what you are thinking, young man. Maybe you should think about it carefully and don't rush to tell me the answer. Remember, I will play here every weekend. I will answer it when you think about it clearly.
Not too late."
**********The moonlight is lonely, and indifferent sadness is like a thin layer of mist, shrouding the sky over Heidelberg at night.
Su Zhengliang walked slowly on a quiet path with fewer pedestrians. Through the hazy night, the outline of the house he rented became increasingly clear in his eyes.
Two years ago, Su Zhengliang came to Munich after leaving city S. Although it was just a music exchange, Mr. Schneider, the dean of the Munich Conservatory of Music, admired him very much and wanted to accept him as his student.
As the dean of the Conservatory of Music, Schneider was already busy with work. In addition, he was invited to the United States to serve as the honorary dean there, so he cared even less about Su Zhengliang's music. Therefore, after the two discussed, Dean Schneider decided
Let his friend Professor Michel Calder, who is also well-known in the international music industry, serve as Su Zhengliang’s teacher.
Because Michel Calder had been in a car accident many years ago, his mobility was inconvenient and it was impossible for him to experience Munich from Heidelberg. In addition, Heidelberg was not too far from Munich, so Su Zhengliang came to Heidelberg through Schneider
He was introduced to me and stayed with the Heisen family.
Mr. Heisen is a student of Dean Schneider and a piano educator. He is currently the director of a piano school in the center of Heidelberg.
Although Su Zhengliang came here as an exchange student, all daily living expenses are also a big expense. Although the Heisen family does not care about these, it is impossible for Su Zhengliang to live and eat in other people's homes for free. Therefore,
, he works as a teacher at Haisen's piano school during the day, and practices piano at home in his spare time, or goes to outside performances to play a few songs at night. On the one hand, he earns living expenses, and more importantly, he accumulates stage experience.
There are very few Asians like Su Zhengliang who study music here. In addition, he is modest and polite, has outstanding appearance, and has first-class piano skills. It didn't take long for people to pay attention to him.
In the eyes of Europeans, such an Eastern man with a melancholic temperament is too mysterious. Many people try to get close to him, with various purposes.
In order to avoid the entanglement of these people, Su Zhengliang left these places. In addition to teaching piano at the Heisen Piano School, he also went to Professor Calder's house from time to time. Occasionally, he would chat with Mr. Heisen about the confusion he encountered during piano practice.
, or play with the Heisen children, and spend the rest of the time practicing piano in the room.
Those people found it boring and stopped looking for him. Such a peaceful life passed quickly. Su Zhengliang's piano skills seemed to have broken through his bottleneck period and made a qualitative leap.
However, as Professor Calder mentioned to him before, even if he has passed the bottleneck period, the cautious and hesitant mood in his music will still show up from time to time. If it is not overcome and resolved, it will
It will cause a lot of trouble for his future performances.
Su Zhengliang knew what Professor Calder was referring to, and naturally understood the source of this problem. If possible, he would also like to erase it.
Unconsciously, Su Zhengliang had stopped in front of this three-story house with a traditional southwestern German style. The rich aroma of roasted pork knuckles wafted from the kitchen, and the laughter of children reached his ears through the crack in the door.
, open the door and go in.
As soon as he stepped onto the stairs, Su Zhengliang was stopped by the landlady, "Su, are you back?"
Su Zhengliang stood on the stairs and leaned over to look at the German woman in her forties, "Yes, Mrs. Heisen."
The enthusiastic Mrs. Hessen asked quickly, "You haven't eaten yet? I see that you have been so busy these days and have lost a lot of weight, so I specially roasted the pork knuckles today, just waiting for you to finish them off."
Su Zhengliang replied movedly, "Mrs. Haisen, thank you. I'll be down as soon as I put my things away."
After having a pleasant dinner with the Haisen family, Su Zhengliang returned to his room.
After taking a shower, he made himself a cup of coffee as usual, and then stood in front of the window, silently looking at the city in the night.
At this moment, the cell phone in his coat pocket rang.