The July sky was scorching the earth. I was sweating all over after walking from school. I closed my umbrella and walked into the store.
"Good morning, senior~" Xu Yawei, the senior behind the bar, was talking to someone. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly and said hello. I also slightly curled my lips. When I came here with Li Yangxi before, he had
She quietly told me that Yawei’s smile has an inexplicable appeal that no one can resist.
I walked straight to my usual seat, took the book I loved to read before, and went to the freezer to get a Haagen-Dazs. My younger brother, Hitomi Bisenko, knows how to do business, and at least he can enter into this kind of comparison.
Expensive ice cream.
"Hey, classmate Jun, you are turning a blind eye to me again." My book was taken away, and the man sitting opposite me who had just been chatting with Xu Yawei looked at me with a pair of peach blossom eyes. Unfortunately, I am allergic to peach blossoms, and I am an insulator.
You can't easily shock me.
This man gave me his clothes by the fountain in the central square on a March night, and then followed me all the way. For nearly four months, his ghost never left me. I shook his clothes to the ground, and he never left me.
I thought he would be Ji Yinze, the new professor in our department, who specializes in psychology.
There was no professor at that time, but his appearance, with his peach blossom eyes, had already caused huge waves in the entire school.
I raised my head, took the book from his hand, and continued reading. Over the past few months, I have become accustomed to what Mr. Ji Yinze, who is a role model, is like.
"I'm recovering well. It would be better if I started talking, ah, and changed my cold and glaring attitude." Ji Yinze didn't care what my eyes looked like at the moment. He was a psychology major and told the truth.
In the past four months, he has done a lot of psychological counseling for me. Now my mentality is much more stable, but my personality is indifferent. It is true that I am not interested in anything, and I can talk about it. I can say,
But I don’t want to say it.
Li Yangxi was still in the internship period. After my situation stabilized, I originally wanted to stay for a while, but the firm informed him that he had taken on a new case and needed him, so he left. Since this time, I have not replied to s
I have never met any of these people in Q City, Jun Xiaoqing, Jun Changqian, and Ji Min'en. However, Le Siyuan was filming in Q City and took the time to have a meal with me.
At that time, he was sitting opposite me, with that special brooch on his front. My eyes hurt so much that he took it off and put it in his pocket, as if he had seen something.
Le Siyuan's personality is better than Yu Bei's, and he won't talk about things I don't want to hear in a casual way, so during that meal, we basically talked about how his drama was going.
Le Siyuan said: "It's a pity that you have cut your hair now. Do you still remember that when you were fifteen, a director took a fancy to your beautiful hair at a glance and asked you to play the leading role?"
Of course I remember that at that time, Jun Changqian misunderstood that I liked Sum Yetong, and I ran away from home because of his attitude. But unexpectedly, in three years, everything had changed.
I slowly picked up the knife and fork, put a small piece of steak into my mouth, and chewed it carefully. Now I can hold anything with my head down, and my hair will no longer fall down in front of me. There are some things
Destined to become a thing of the past, you need to draw clear boundaries. When your heart is still struggling, you can only make changes on the outside.
"Yu Bei has just taken over the old man's business recently and is very busy. There are three of us, and I am the only one who can be regarded as a leisurely crane." As I ate and listened, I always felt that his words were a bit sad.
"I met Uncle Zhong before I came here and asked me to bring these to you. The ones bought outside are not as good as the ones at home. When you have time, make some soup yourself." These words should be Uncle Zhong's original words. At that time, when I heard A Bai leave,
When I was gone, I told Jun Changqian that I wanted to graduate soon and go home to be with Uncle Zhong, but I found that sometimes, even a small wish may not come true.
"Classmate Jun! You're distracted again! It's okay to be distracted in class. It's rare to see people who are still distracted after class." Ji Yinze put the book back in front of me and sighed helplessly.
"By the way, how are you doing with your lip reading? I heard you haven't been there in two weeks?" Ji Yinze asked.
I was impatient by his quarrel, so I simply took the ice cream, put the book back where it was, held up an umbrella, and left the book bar. I just kept good habits and came to the book bar every day to sit for a while, just as a way of remembering
The past between Sumino Hitomi and me.
The lip reading that Ji Yinze mentioned was reported last month under his pressure and strong promotion. All four girls in our dormitory were harassed by him in turn, saying that the coach was very famous and what was the level of such-and-such authoritative institution.
Certification. Huanhuan heard this and said, "What level of certified lecturer by authoritative organization would you let him pimp? Although Ji Yinze is very popular in school, Huanhuan has always believed that her boyfriend is better than him
He's handsome, so of course he won't buy his fault.
After taking a nap and getting up to freshen up, I will prepare to go to Yueshang Lake Village. Yueshang Lake Village is a private club. I work there. The job was introduced by Li Yangxi. One of his classmates is the lobby manager here. I heard that they are recruiting a person.
A famous pianist, he had heard that I played the piano in the campus singer competition before. I asked him to help me pay attention to my work, so he recommended me to come here.
Every night from 6 to 10 o'clock, you can only go when someone orders. The rest of the time, you can sit by yourself and read a book or take a nap. But you must play well. It is common for customers to complain if you don't play well.
I have been working here for nearly three months, and my salary plus tips are basically enough to cover my expenses. I locked the card Jun Changqian gave me with the key in the apartment outside Q University. With my own efforts, I
Live a good life too.
"Speechless, a 1." Sister Mu called me. She immediately put down the book, straightened her clothes, and went to a 1.
The staff here all have corresponding uniforms. Those who play the piano are different from those who play the guzheng. Although they are both white, the guzheng requires Hanfu. Fortunately, I play the piano and the clothing requirements are not so high, otherwise
Putting on that outfit alone would probably take a lot of time.
The layout of the private rooms in Yueshang Huchun is similar, but the music equipment is not necessarily the same. For example, most of the furnishings are pianos. Some businessmen like to have some background music when talking about things. Most of the people who come here are younger and more modern.
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The place where I work and the place where they eat and talk are separated by a screen. The lights on both sides are different. My figure shines on the screen through the light, and along with the sound of the piano, it will bring some visual and auditory feelings.
I bowed slightly towards them, sat in front of the piano, placed my fingers on the black and white keys, and started playing.
Most of the songs played here are ordered by the customers. If they don't order, then the songs specified by the talk club will be played. I was about to start when I suddenly heard a conversation coming from inside: "It's rare for Mr. Xu to be so kind, so I will order it today."
How about a song?”
My back was stiff. I never thought that such a chance encounter would happen. More than three months have passed, from the warm to cold spring to the hot and scorching summer. I have passed several heart thresholds before I feel at ease.
Sitting here, this voice, just one sentence, makes my hands on the black and white keys tremble slightly.
I tried to calm myself down, turned slightly to the side, and nodded slightly towards the figure on the other side of the screen.
"Play a Sodagreen song, "I Miss You So Much"." His deep voice seemed to ring in my ears, making my eardrums vibrate, and then penetrated into the bottom of my heart, making it difficult for me to calm down.
I don’t listen to this song anymore. I haven’t heard it for a long time. Occasionally I hear it in shopping malls or on the school radio, and I can’t help but plug my ears with headphones.
Sometimes it's like this, even though I hate it, I can't help but miss it.
I clenched my fists, then unclenched them, nodded slightly towards him, and my fingers began to fly flexibly.
Accompanied by the piano, I actually heard him harmonizing slightly:
What you see before you turn on the light
Big room, lonely bed
Everything looks the same when the lights are turned off
The pain in my heart cannot be shared
Life goes by with the passage of time, and gray hair grows old
As you leave, there is no news of happiness
Let the past fade away and let the dreams fall asleep
As the numb heart gradually goes away
I miss you so much
But no trace is revealed...
I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and they fell on the keys and the back of my hands. Since you missed me and loved me, why did you do that? Why?
I wanted to slap him on the keys, jump up and push open the screen to question him, but I couldn't do it. Reason prevailed, and more importantly, I didn't want to see him again, not even a glance!
My fingers continued to jump, and I remembered that I was nine years old, wearing a brand new white dress, sitting in front of his white piano, with admiration on my face. He taught me fingering, and sat behind me, holding my little hand in his big hand.
, teach me what kind of arc I should keep my fingers in.
At that time, the sun was shining brightly, the sea was windless, blue and broad, and Abai was wandering around the piano, confused as to what we were doing.
I still stand on tiptoe and miss you
I still let the memory linger
I still cry with my eyes closed
I still pretended not to care
I miss you so much
but deceiving myself
As I walked through the door, only the sound of the piano continued. I looked up from time to time. Through the screen, I seemed to be able to see his direct gaze, so I lowered my head again and simply closed my eyes.
Perhaps it is because music and singing that comes from the heart are particularly easy to move people, or perhaps they intend to flatter Jun Changqian with a few words. After the song was finished, warm applause rang out.
One person said: "I didn't expect Mr. Jun's songs to be so good."
Another person said: "That's right, the next program will be moved to KTV, which will give our ears some entertainment."
A female voice said: "It's okay for Mr. Jun to go. I'll keep an eye on Min En. She's very relieved."
This name was like a thorn. I had not heard it for so long. When it entered my ears, it pierced into my heart. Even my eardrums were buzzing. The emotions that made me cry just now became an illusion. I
He stood up, bowed slightly to them and was about to run away, but he heard the female voice just now saying: "Since you play so well, let's play another song."
I was stunned there. The only thing I wanted to do now was to leave as soon as possible!
