Nie Yunfeng lowered his head, regardless of her opinion, took her hand and walked forward. He clearly felt the tiny palm in his hand holding her hand, and trembled slightly. However, he did not struggle, and still let him hold her hand.
He looked up, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
With a light touch, he was surprised that there were thin calluses on her palms. People who play the piano take very good care of their hands. Even in times of hardship, she would wash his hands and make soup for him, and he would often use hand cream to protect them.
She often said that the hands are the life of the piano player. Although she does not love the piano as much as she imagined, she will not waste the talent God has given her.
But now, are the fine calluses on the bottom of my hands the traces of those seven years?
Nie Yunfeng frowned with a slight sting in his heart. How many things had happened in the past seven years that he didn't know about?
Luo Xia looked at the tall figure of the man in front of her, almost blocking all the afterglow of the setting sun. She stood in his shadow, just like he surrounded her whole body with his shadow. It was like this in the past, they used each other's
She came to play with his shadow, and she laughed at him for being tall and his shadow was too long. He said that being tall could protect her, and he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms with his broad shoulders.
I knew I couldn't come to school, there are too many memories here. Taking one more step would be a kind of hurt to each other.
The two of them were silent all the way, holding hands and walking to the school playground, where many young people were laughing, running, chasing, and exercising. They were sweating profusely. Their youthfulness was enviable.
Seeing this scene, Xu was infected by the invincibility of youth, and the corners of their lips couldn't help but rise.
After walking through the playground, they came to the back of the teaching building. The building in the theater area seemed to have been renovated and was more luxurious than before. The front wall was covered with glazed mirrors. Because it was the weekend, the door was closed and they could not go in.
Nie Yunfeng stopped, turned around and asked, "Would you like to sit down?" Seeing that she nodded after hesitating for a second, he let go and sat down on the floor first. Luo Xia then also sat down and remained silent.
She somewhat understood what he meant. The two of them were sitting side by side like this back then, and then she told him the story in her heart. Did he want to hear her talk about her seven years of experience? But where to start?
?How to tell it? How can she tell him the seven years that she couldn't even piece together?
"Xia Tian, can you tell me how have you been in the past seven years?" Nie Yunfeng looked up to the top of the cinema building, where there was only some residual light of the setting sun, like a burning cloud, bright red, but with a hint of
Sad despair.
Luo Xia chuckled softly: "As you can see, I am living a good life." Otherwise, I would not be sitting here, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you.
"Then you and Mr. Mo...?" The sentence came out of his mouth several times, but it was still incomplete.
Hearing his question, he couldn't help but laugh. He understood his motives and went round and round. In fact, what he wanted to ask the most was this question. He wanted to know about Jing Han and whether what Jing Han said that day was true. He didn't reply.
Looking at him, I just looked up at the fiery red sky, which made my eyes hurt.
"Are you talking about Jing Han? I met him when I was in the United States. He brought me into the field of music and taught me a lot of piano skills. In life, he gave me a lot of help and care. He loves me very much, and I
I also love him very much. Without him, you might not see me now."
She said these words in a very plain tone without any embellishment. She dared to express her love for Mo Jinghan. In that past life, without him, it is really possible that Luo Xia would never exist again.
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She felt her shoulders trembling slightly against the light touch. She closed her eyes, not wanting to feel his emotions with her peripheral vision or body. She understood that every word in her confession might have a negative impact on his heart.
A kind of torture, but she didn't lie. Mo Jinghan deserved the word love to describe her feelings for him.
After a long while, I heard a soft voice ask: "Really?"
Opening his eyes and turning his head, his dark eyes were staring at him. From such a close distance, he could see her shadow in the other person's eyes. It was a bit surprising that he could control the transition between emotions so well, just by looking at the light.
Just looking at his calm face now, I can't tell that he has any excitement or concern at all.
For a moment, he relaxed his emotions freely.
I think of the rumor I heard before. It is said that Nie Yunfeng is a master of love. He travels around bars to hunt for women. As long as they are women, they cannot resist his unique charm. This may be related to his innate handsome appearance. God
He was given a good-looking skin, but the most charming thing about him is a dark temperament, but he walks the line between good and evil.
Therefore, even though someone as powerful as Lu Cheng didn't realize how much he appreciated and used him, he ended up risking his own life.
Lu Cheng... felt a pain in his heart. The name he had not seen for a long time resurfaced in his heart again, giving him a dull feeling.
She immediately pulled away and saw him staring deeply, as if looking at his uniqueness. However, the word "unique" was too precious. As far as she knew, she was no longer unique to him.
Hong Lehan, Lin Meijing, Su Jing... There are too many passers-by in his world, both in past tense and present tense, and the name Luo Xia must have become his past.
"Let's talk about you, don't just talk about me." The slight sarcasm on the corner of his lips passed by in an instant and turned into a charming smile.
Nie Yunfeng felt like indulging in that smile. He didn't know if it was an occupational disease. Facing her, he actually began to analyze her inner thoughts from every inch of her expression. From his observation just now, he noticed a trace of hostility.
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Moreover, she was wary of him.
Sometimes, without words, just a signal from the body or the movement of eyes can express one person's attitude towards another person. The slight trembling when holding hands at the beginning can indicate that she is either excited or disgusted.
After narrating a long paragraph just now, she didn't look at him, but used her whole body to feel his emotions, which was enough to prove that she cared in her heart, and her current indifference and smile were all pretending to be calm.
Therefore, she showed her feelings for another man in front of her on purpose.
After the analysis, I felt sad for the deep meaning behind her series of actions. What happened in the past made her come here with thorns all over her body. This was definitely not because of the reason why he chose to send her away. There must be something he didn't know.
matter.
It is said that psychiatrists can see through the soul, read people's hearts, and predict many unknown things. But in fact, psychiatrists are just ordinary people. They cannot see where the pain deep in the hearts of their loved ones comes from.
Through the past, she became full of hostility towards herself.
Even if it is analyzed that she may have some intentional elements, she can still feel the importance of Mo Jinghan as a man to her, especially the identity Zeng mentioned. At present, he cannot tell the truth from the false and does not dare to
Go and ask for confirmation.
She admitted that she was jealous in her heart. She was jealous that in those years he could not be with her, but another man cared for her. He was also grateful to Mo Jinghan. Over the years, this man had given Luo Xia help and hope, and he might have done some things.
Many unimaginable things made her admit in person: she loved him.
Nie Yunfeng talked about some things after the studio opened. He did not mention the person who had been in contact with them, but only talked about some interesting and special cases encountered after the studio was opened, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But the effect was
Insignificant, the two of them felt more and more bored as they went to the back, so he suggested that they walk for a while. It seemed that there was not much language between them.
He walked casually and arrived at the music classroom. This place was familiar to both of them. At that time, Luo Xia would often come over to practice the piano at noon. She would play one piece after another under her fingers, and he would hum along softly.
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The door was not closed, it was only gently closed, and once opened, the furnishings inside were the same as before, except that the piano did not seem to be the original one, and looked relatively new. With a thought in his mind, Nie Yunfeng asked: "Can you play the music for me again?"
"?" His tone was pleading, and Luo Xia couldn't refuse him. He sat down in front of the piano stand and tried a few notes. Although the sound was not as good as the piano he often played, it was not bad, so after thinking about it, the notes came out.
Jumped out.
Like spring water chasing in the empty valley, like flowing clouds in the sky, clean, clear, and unpredictable, the field of vision suddenly becomes clear. This music classroom is very large, the paintings on the wall are quiet and serene, and the water-polished marble floor is as smooth as a mirror. The slender and white
When you lift your fingers, the sound of the piano jumps from your fingertips like running water.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. It was so sudden that it was not like the calm and composed Luo Xia before. Nie Yunfeng's heart seemed to jump suddenly with the sudden death of the piano sound. He walked over quickly, thinking that something had happened, but
He saw that she just stopped her fingers and looked at the piano blankly. She didn't know what she was thinking. He had never heard the piece of music just now. Is there something wrong?
Seeing that she was alone and stunned, he sat next to her, touched the keys with his fingers, and began to dance with his thoughts. The brisk melody of "To Alice" hovered in the air, and Luo Xia was shocked and surprised.
She tilted her head, she didn't expect that he actually learned to play the piano.
"Would you like to play with me?" Nie Yunfengfeng invited, and Luo Xia joined in the playing as if possessed.
Two people who have never cooperated before actually have a tacit understanding without any conflict or accent, just like flowing clouds and flowing water. The pure feelings are just like those in the past, filling their hearts. Until the last note ends, the two of them can't calm down for a long time.
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Luo Xia couldn't help but ask: "Have you also learned the piano?" When she wanted to teach him the piano, he always refused, only willing to learn and sing the songs she played, and never wanted to play.
"I only learned this piece." The understatement and the matter-of-factness shocked Luo Xia. She was the only one who knew the meaning of this piece of music to the two of them.
To Alice, when she played this song, she told Nie Yunfeng the story. He chuckled and said to her: "From now on, this song will be mine, and you will be my Alice. Every time you play it from now on,
, it means you are thinking of me, and it also means that I am thinking of you."
In those countless dark nights, she played the piano many times, but she always avoided this piece of music.
And he only learned this piece of music. What did he want to express? Had he missed her countless times?
On the date that day, Luo Xia finally ran away again. She said "goodbye" in a hurry and ran out of the school, regardless of what the people behind her would think or whether she was an ostrich.
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There is a kind of encounter, which is called fate; there is a kind of mood, which is called longing; there is a kind of regret, which is called missing; there is a kind of responsibility, which is called commitment; there is a kind of pain, which is called suffering; and there is a kind of waiting, which is called waiting.