When the sound of the piano first started playing, Nie Yunfeng felt as if he had been hit by a boulder. He was very familiar with the way the sound of the piano first started playing. Many years ago, he stood somewhere and listened to that special sound more than once.
tone.
First, a high note opens the melody of the music, and then enters the theme. The keys are like play between fingers.
I stared intently at that beautiful white figure, my eyes suddenly became blurry, my hands were shaking so much that I could hardly hold the knife and fork. Is this another hallucination? I felt suffocated in my chest, there was a fishy sweetness in my mouth, and my teeth hit my tongue.
The feeling of pain was so clear. I blinked away the water in my eyes, but the beautiful woman was still there.
So peaceful, so peaceful, so beautiful, so moving.
"Boss? Are you okay?" Xiaoxuan asked anxiously. She felt a little uneasy when she saw her boss looking like she was crying for a while and smiling for a while. If she knew him, then he would go up and say hello. Why did he sit still quietly?
Nie Yunfeng seemed not to hear Xiaoxuan's voice. He only had her in his eyes and only heard the music she played in his ears.
The fragments in his heart were gathering little by little. He couldn't bear to look away, he just wanted to look at her so dreamily.
Summer, I finally found you.
...
Some people say: A woman is like a piano. If a famous artist plays it, a famous song will come out.
If you meet an ordinary person, you will be able to play at least one popular song. But if you meet someone who can’t play the piano, I’m afraid it won’t work... In short, some people will often say to her: "You don’t have to play the piano at all, just sit and play."
At the piano, it's as touching as Mozart's music..."
Mo Jinghan often said to her: "Summer, your musical talent is an innate instinct given to you by God. If you don't grasp such a beautiful blessing, it will really be a waste of God's gift to you."
of mercy."
So, she devoted herself to the career of piano, but she was not bound by this world. She always didn't like to play some famous songs, and always liked to put the elements of pop music at her fingertips.
During the journey of study, the composer she admired most was Mozart, not because his music was moving, but because he could play the nobility and purity of the soul in a difficult life. He could not get comfort from others in his life.
I am also willing to use nectar-like music to moisturize the dryness of others!
So she wants pop music that the world considers vulgar to reach the depths of people's hearts through the piano keys.
After hearing this, Mo Jinghan often shook his head and sighed, saying that there was a missing famous person in the music world.
She smiles sweetly every time and doesn't mind. She doesn't care whether she can become famous or not. If she can become famous, then it's just a matter of convenience. If not, she can still live a good life with music as her belief.
After playing the song, she walked out of the chair and saw Mo Jinghan walking towards her. She couldn't help but smile sweetly.
"Summer, can you leave?"
She nodded, packed up her music, and was about to leave. The owner of this restaurant was an old acquaintance of Mo Jinghan, and he invited them to come and suppress the situation. With Mo Jinghan's current identity and status, as well as his arrogant temperament, he would naturally not agree to such vulgarity.
way, but she didn't care. She thought it was just a favor to help him. She liked such an atmospheric restaurant very much.
Suddenly, Mo Jinghan pushed her arm from the side and whispered in her ear: "Summer, there he is."
He looked over with his eyes.
Within a few seconds, I saw clearly the person sitting on the sofa in the corner of the restaurant. Opposite him was a quiet girl.
I haven’t seen him in years, and this is the first time I look at him so calmly across many tables and chairs. The person is very close, but the eyes are very far away. One step away, it seems that we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and we are staring at each other.
The pure black straight suit is as exquisite as a knife, and the tall body is tall and straight but slightly thin. It is like a bright moon shining through the clouds in the black sky, and the light is moving; it is also like a green pine standing cold and lonely in the white snow.
The crystal lamp above his head seemed to lose its color in an instant. Only his silent and dazzling face remained, which shocked Luo Xia.
He seems to have changed a lot. If we say that when we first met him, he was a lonely and helpless young man; if we say that from a little contact to when we fell in love, he was a young man with black charm; if we say that after seven years
When she left before, he was a responsible man who knew how to give up and give.
So now he is: he has the handsomeness of a man in his twenties, the confidence and domineeringness of a man in his thirties, and the restraint and calmness of a man in his forties. He is like a glass of very mellow wine, you can’t understand it, but you are intoxicated
charming.
From darkness to light, from hardship to peace, success in studies, success in work, and caring friends. Over the years, nothing has made Luo Xia too panicked. But at this moment, looking at this man who has been away for seven years and is almost a stranger,
But he felt his heart shrink suddenly, and his heart, which had always been peaceful, began to beat very fast.
What he looks like now is not like Xiao Leng when I saw him in the bar that day. He was sitting there, sunny, decadent, youthful, vicissitudes of life. Many contradictory adjectives are not enough to describe him. That day, at the invitation of Mo Jinghan, I went
Ye Weiyang Bar, when I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure there, I almost ran away, but hid in the car, quietly watching him chase him out, watching him hugging another woman, feeling in my heart
I don't know what it feels like.
Jealousy? Heartache? It seems like neither.
Ask yourself, if Jing Han didn't know what she was thinking, how could he ask her to go there? He knew he was there, right? So what about this time? Was it another intentional arrangement by Jing Han?
I saw the man sitting on the sofa, not moving the whole time. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be shocked to see her here. A voice quietly asked: Nie Yunfeng, do you remember me? Do you remember the past?
?
Could it be that she was like her, who could barely hold back the throbbing in her heart, and her whole body felt like it was slowly being burned on a fire? It hurt, she was scared, and she was ready to move... She turned around and said to Mo Jinghan
: "I'll go over and say hello."
Mo Jinghan shrugged his shoulders clearly, without expressing any opinion, and sat back to his original waiting position.
Nie Yunfeng felt his eyes stinging as he saw the bright figure in his dream walking towards him, but he couldn't move or make an expression, he just stared blankly at her approaching. She was only two steps in front of him.
At a distance, she stopped, looked down, and then smiled: "Nie Yunfeng, long time no see."
The unique Rorschach style name, no one can name this unique taste.
Her voice was less youthful and more gentle and charming. Just like her person, her eyebrows had lost their original immatureness and were now more charming and bright. When she extended her hand, the other party hesitated to hold it.
Then he turned to the girl opposite and smiled gently: "Hello, I am Luo Xia."
Xiaoxuan stood up at a loss and reached out her hand: "Hello, I'm Xiaoxuan, I'm the boss's assistant secretary." I don't know the relationship between them, but my intuition should reveal my identity. I don't want this beautiful woman in front of me.
A woman misunderstands what she has with her boss. Women's intuition is usually very accurate, especially from the boss's concerned expression.
Luo Xia saw Xiaoxuan's reserved smile, and suddenly she felt that she liked this girl very much. It would be lucky for Nie Yunfeng to have such a lovely person taking care of him. She turned her head to look back at the sluggish man, but saw no movement, so she chose
He raised his eyebrows and said, "You guys, please take your time. I'll take my leave first and contact you later."
She had just taken two steps forward when her arm was grabbed from behind. The coldness of the fingertips penetrated through her clothes and into her skin, making her tremble slightly.
Looking back, she faced the deep eyes that never faded in her memory, the black eyes that she had never forgotten even though she had fallen into the endless darkness. Suddenly, her nose felt sour, and there was a faint hint of tears about to overflow.
Nie Yunfeng opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. His mouth was full of bitterness. When he really saw Xia Tian, he actually lost his voice...
In the restaurant, a piece of music suddenly floated out and surrounded the surroundings.
The deep male voice carries a kind of pathos, while the female voice is full of sadness, making people instantly fall into a depressed state of sadness.
(Male) Who could have expected that love would be like this? I hope you will understand
The promise I once made has changed. Love is so strong.
Silently looking at the tears on my face, I still have no complaints
How can I offer my apology?
(Female) I will treat you the same when I meet you again anytime, anywhere
Tenderness is always there, always longing to fall in love with you again
Step into the road of love silently and be willing to follow the path forever
My heart is just afraid that I will never meet again
(Together) woo woo I’m afraid I won’t meet you again
...
Luo Xia closed her eyes and opened them again. She was just afraid that she would never meet again. Is this what she was thinking? When her brother Leslie Cheung sang this song, did she have the same mood?
Nie Yunfeng, do you know how hesitant I was in those days without you, in those days when I lost you? But now you are right in front of me, holding my hand, but I can't throw myself into your arms again.
.Because, there is no turning back for us.
Mo Jinghan received the cry for help in Luo Xia's eyes, walked over in time, held her waist, gently and without leaving a trace, pulled her arm out of Nie Yunfeng's hand, smiled politely and said: "Hello, I
It’s Mo Jinghan, summer’s…husband.”
The gasp came not from Nie Yunfeng's mouth, but from Xiaoxuan who was ignored. She intuitively looked at her boss's face, and could clearly see the shock in his eyes, and then cracked and shattered into pieces.
There is no trace of pain on the whole face, which makes people feel an inexplicable sadness.
Mo Jinghan couldn't bear to see Nie Yunfeng like this. Even he felt that he was being cruel to this man.
He thought that Nie Yunfeng must be a very tolerant person. No matter how painful it was, he would not show any pain in front of others. Such a person must have a firm heart, so he has such a strong will and can overcome many difficulties.
He looked at Luo Xia with a questioning look, and saw that her eyes were emotionless, without a trace of ripples, as if she didn't notice the strangeness of the man opposite him. Unconsciously, he began to sympathize with Luo Xia. Is it his luck or misfortune to fall in love with Luo Xia?
At this moment, Nie Yunfeng felt as if his ears had been bombarded, and the tinnitus was swirling. The two words spoken by the man with a gentle smile were repeated in his mind - husband, he said he was summer's husband.
Isn't summer what summer means? The pain that was so desperate that he couldn't breathe could no longer be concealed, and his feet went soft. If he hadn't held the table in time, he might have fallen to the ground. At this moment, he
The thing I want to do most is to lie quietly on the floor and let the pain erode into my bones. This is called skin-cutting pain.
The ecstasy and excitement when I first saw her gradually dissipated, leaving only sadness...
It turns out that even if he finds Xia Tian one day, it will no longer be his Xia Tian.
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Luo Xia: I am afraid that the regrets of the past will not be repaid, and my heart is just afraid that I will never encounter them again.
Another sentence: If two people still love me without forgetting each other, I will definitely give my love, but it must be conditional.
The author has something to say: At this chapter, we finally get to the point. Now if you listen to the song "I'm afraid we won't meet again", will you have a different feeling?