"It's not long, it can be said to be very short." Otoyu shook his head, "Besides, I'm not very good at playing the piano." She told the truth. She has only been playing piano for about 2 years, and her skills are far behind.
too much
"That's right." Renzu just smiled, somewhat casually understanding her answer.
"Shaye actually plays the piano very well, why don't you play it now?" He continued to ask, as if he had never seen her in the music room before. Except for necessary music lessons, he had never seen her in the music room.
Could it be that she has given up playing the piano? However, this sentence is also true. Her piano skills may be a little inferior, but music is something that resonates with people, and she has exactly that.
Skills can be improved over time, but that feeling is not so easy to find.
Why...stop playing? After hearing his words, Otoyu lowered her head and looked at her fingers. Her slender and beautiful hands were different from before. Playing the piano with this body was much easier than before. But she was no longer there.
Want to play
It's not that she's afraid of thinking about it, it's that she's already used to it. Without everything in the past, she's living a good life now, and there's no need to change it, right?
"I play the piano for a man, but it's no longer necessary now," she said, raising her head. She had nothing to hide from him. She always felt that this man could easily see through people's hearts, so for him, she always
What can I say easily?
And in her eyes, she has already seen the sadness of the past. Everything in the past is like water without a trace. After thousands of sails, it has drifted away with the wind. There is no sadness, only some regrets are left.
The memory of the past seems like a dream, and she can live it again, which is really satisfying.
After hearing this, Renzu raised his eyebrows, "Then I play the violin just for a bunch of women." He suddenly joked, with a very handsome appearance, even a bit of wild tension, with his unique charm, like a bottle of wine that has been treasured for many years.
Red sprinkles, lingering fragrance at the mouth of the pool, elegant and moving
It turns out that this is also a side of him
Renzu suddenly chuckled, his smile was a little flawless, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "By the way, Saya, do you still like him now?" This was originally very heavy and uncomfortable.
It’s easy to ask outgoing questions, but he asked them so naturally, as if asking, the weather is very good today.
Who is he? Is it the person from the past, or Tezuka, but no matter who it is, it seems to have become a corner of her memory, indelible, because after all, it really existed, but it can hurt when she doesn't think about it.
In a person's life, he will always meet many people and miss many people. However, life goes on, right?
If so, can it be understood as,
No more love
She shook her head to answer his question. Maybe she really didn't love him anymore.
There are some loves that I have never had the chance to love. When I have the chance, I no longer love them.
"Saya, do you like Atobe?" Ninzu asked again, and this strange question made her absent-minded for half a minute.