The world around her was in color, and she was the only one standing in the gray circle. She was the only one.
When returning home, Xiao Ran held Xiao Yingrou's hand and walked in front. She walked behind the two of them alone, watching helplessly as her father, who had loved her most since she was a child, walked further and further away from her own world.
…
Since then, she has not participated in any competitions.
If no one she cares about applauds her, what's the use of getting more first places?
"Huanhuan..."
Someone seemed to be calling her, and the voice was so far away that it seemed to come from the horizon. Her thoughts were brought back, and when she came to her senses, she realized that she had been lying in Jiang Yifan's arms without knowing when, her face full of tears.
"Huanhuan, the competition is the day after tomorrow, you still have two days to prepare." Jiang Yifan stroked her hair gently, his eyes gentle and elegant, but seemed to be sharp enough to penetrate her soul.
"Can you not go?" She secretly wiped away her tears and still buried her face in his arms, not wanting him to see her embarrassment.
How strange!
She has always been strong.
In other words, she has been forcing herself to be strong.
Since leaving home, she had only cried once when her grandfather passed away, but she shed tears in his arms so easily.
When had she become so defenseless against him?
"Can't."
"Why?"
"Because Xinghai Academy needs the trophy from the Weiyin Piano Competition!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Xiao Huanhuan was very disapproving.
"You are now a student of Xinghai College, and it is your duty to bring glory to the school."
"I don't want to go!" Xiao Huanhuan remained unmoved.
"You have to go!" Jiang Yifan insisted.
"I don't want it!" Xiao Huanhuan said stubbornly.
Jiang Yifan looked at her for a while, raised his palm, looked at the scar in his palm, and sighed, "Oh! Well, if you really don't want to go, I have to play by myself! Although the wound may open during the game.
, although maybe the blood will flow all over the floor, although there may be some sequelae, although..."
"That's enough!" Xiao Huanhuan held her head and wailed: "I'm going! Isn't it okay if I go?"
"That's so good!" Jiang Yifan rubbed her head, paused for a while, and then said with a smile: "Huanhuan, do you know why you were always unable to outsmart Xiao Yingrou when you were a child?"
"Why?"
"Because you are so kind! If I were in your place, even if you said your intestines would flow all over the floor during the game, I would not go!"
"..." Great God... can I still regret it?
After it was decided that Xiao Huanhuan would represent Xinghai College in the piano competition, Jiang Yifan would practice piano with Xiao Huanhuan in the piano room on the fifth floor of Xinghai Villa in his free time.
Of course Jiang Yifan's piano is the best. Every time Jiang Yifan sits in front of the piano and plays, Xiao Huanhuan will have a dreamlike feeling.
Outside the window is the blue sky and white clouds, the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Inside are the immortal-like people, the ethereal music of the piano, the most perfect picture and feeling.
Jiang Yifan practiced the song with Xiao Huanhuan again. Xiao Huanhuan looked at his injured hand resentfully and muttered: "It's all a lie, the wound didn't open at all."
The two were sitting side by side. Hearing Xiao Huanhuan's low voice, Jiang Yifan smiled. He turned around, bowed his head slightly, and put his forehead against Xiao Huanhuan's forehead, "Girl! In fact, you already knew that I
You said that on purpose, but you were still fooled, do you know why?"
