When Zheng Yuan returned to Los Angeles, it was already past nine o'clock at night. She returned home, tidied up a bit, got into the car and drove directly towards Fang Yi's residence.
Round Tou and Flat Tou had been busy looking after sheep and cows all day, and were taking a nap in the kennel in front of the house. Suddenly, the two dogs raised their heads at the same time and looked into the distance. Soon, the two dogs in the dark night
The lights of the car jumped into the eyes of the two dogs. When the car passed
As he came closer, the round-headed and flat-headed tails swayed from gentle to more powerful. He walked out of the kennel one after another, stood directly at the door of the kennel with his head raised, and jumped happily as soon as the car stopped.
He went over and circled around the visitor's car.
Zheng Yuan opened the door and got out of the car, reached out and touched the heads of the two dogs, then turned around, took down her cello, and walked directly into the house.
Although it was almost twelve o'clock, Yeda hadn't slept yet. He had just sorted out the things at hand for the day and had things to arrange tomorrow. This was also Yeda's habit. When he saw Zheng Yuan pushing the door open and walking in, his face changed.
He was stunned for a moment and then quickly came to his senses.
"I'm going to the studio." Zheng Yuan didn't wait for Yeda to ask, he said directly and walked in the direction of the studio.
Yeda looked at Zheng Yuan's back and smiled.
Pushing open the door of the studio, Zheng Yuan saw the familiar figure who was still looking as usual, sitting in front of the easel with his back to him, thinking carefully about his paintings. The sound of the door opening did not take him away.
Interrupted in thoughts.
"Fang Yi!" Zheng Yuan walked to Fang Yi with the piano case in her hand and said softly.
Fang Yi, who woke up from his own meditation, looked at Zheng Yuan with no strange expression. He just smiled slightly: "You're here!".
The three words "you are here" made Zheng Yuan feel a warmth in his heart for no reason. Although it was not the first time that Fang Yi said these words, Zheng Yuan seemed to feel different this time.
"Well! You haven't slept yet?" Zheng Yuan asked subconsciously.
Hearing Zheng Yuan's question, Fang Yi glanced at the window of the studio and then turned his attention to the clock hanging on the wall. Only then did he realize that it was already twelve o'clock at night. He couldn't help but asked a little strangely: "
It’s already so late!” After saying this, he thought about it for a moment, then looked up at Zheng Yuan and said with a smile: “Let me guess! The interview must have gone well and you got the position! Sleep happily.
You don’t want to find anyone to talk to, right?”.
Zheng Yuan smiled and did not answer Fang Yi's question, turned around, walked two steps, pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to take out her cello. After fine-tuning the strings, she said to Fang Yi: "I
I want to play a piece of music."
Fang Yi nodded slightly after hearing this, looking at Zheng Yuan and waiting for her to play.
When the sound of the piano sounded, Fang Yi couldn't help but become distracted again after listening for a while. He couldn't tell whether the piano was good or bad, but Fang Yi could still hear the beautiful, tight and delicate melody, as well as the romantic feelings contained in it.
When Fang Yi was distracted for two minutes and came back to his senses, his eyes never left Zheng Yuan's body.
The bright lights in the studio shone on Zheng Yuan, who was now wearing a white dress, casting a circle of reflections on her soft outline. She was hazy and elegant, as if a piece of music was playing in her ears. Her head was full of black hair.
Half of her long hair hangs down her back. The other half is gathered around Zheng Yuan's shoulders.
In Fang Yi's eyes, it was just like the first time he saw Zheng Yuan perform in Shi Yi's concert hall. Now Fang Yi couldn't let go of anything in his eyes. He just stared at the girl not far away from him, and
In my ears and mind, every note that comes from the cello is constantly lingering.
Without raising his head to look at Fang Yi, Zheng Yuan was immersed in his own performance, with a slight smile on his face. Sometimes he tilted his head slightly, sometimes he frowned slightly but quickly relaxed.
Zheng Yuan played for more than ten minutes before putting down the bow in his hand and looking back at Fang Yi.
Instead of clapping like usual, Fang Yi paused for a minute, looked at Zheng Yuan and asked, "What kind of song is this? You can play it with my favorite lullaby in the future."
"Romantic song" Zheng Yuan said to Fang Yi with a slight smile. After speaking, the hand that originally held the bow gently plucked the strings a few times, making several low and magnetic string sounds, like a lover's murmur.
Talking in the ears of a lover is like a brilliant mountain flower blooming in the sun.
"When I was in the interview, they asked me a question." Zheng Yuan gently lifted her hand away from the strings and stroked the body of the instrument: "Who do I want to play for! This question immediately made me
I woke up with a start, and the question I had been hesitating for a long time suddenly got the answer!".
After saying this, he looked up at Fang Yi, and then continued: "When I was very young, my parents thought I was a little weird. When I was a few years old, my mother sent me to study music. I was originally going to let me go and
Most children learn the violin or piano, but when I heard the sound of the cello for the first time, I fell in love with it. It is deep and deep. From when I was a few years old to elementary school, junior high school and high school, it has played for more than ten years.
He has always been my soul mate and my best friend."
Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan and listened to her talk. Although he felt that what Zheng Yuan said today was a bit confusing, he was waving his head here and there with a stick, switching from the questions asked to learning the piano, but he still did not make a sound and was quiet.
Listen to her.
"I have known since I was in junior high school that I am different from other children. From now on, I even thought that I would only have it as my companion throughout my life until I can no longer hold the bow! But now I
I found out that I was wrong. It turns out that I really still have a choice. Give a solo concert in the golden hall of Vienna or become an adult.
The next Yo-Yo Ma is no longer what I want most. What I want most is to sometimes be able to sit quietly next to a person and play for him, even though he doesn’t know much about music. Even I sometimes play the wrong song.
I don’t even know the notes, but every time, no matter whether I pull it correctly or not, I can receive his sincere applause.”
Zheng Yuan raised her head and looked at Fang Yi and said softly: "Now I not only want to play my music for him, I also want to play life with him, but I don't know if that person understands my intention?".
After listening to Zheng Yuan's words, Fang Yi stood up from the chair and walked to Zheng Yuan's side. The two people's eyes never left each other's eyes during the distance of several meters. Fang Yi lowered his head and stared back.
Looking at Zheng Yuan's eyes, she found that they were so clear and so clear.
It was so bright that there was even a trace of tears in it. He gently raised his right hand and stroked her cheek: "I think he understands. Now he wants to ask himself whether he is ready to hold her hand."
Hands together until the end of life, can that girl do it?".
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi found that the remaining paint on his hand left a small mark on Zheng Yuan's face. He wiped it gently with his thumb. Who knew that it was not wiped off, but it was left on Zheng Yuan's face?
The dye spread out, leaving a faint blue mark.
Zheng Yuan stood up, raised his head slightly, grabbed his piano with one hand and raised the other, gently caressing the side of Fang Yi's face, and did not answer the question, but just looked at it quietly, with his palms on Fang Yi's face.
His face was gently rubbed, and his eyes never hesitated in the slightest. They were still as quiet and bright as before.
Subconsciously, he wiped his left hand on his body to wipe off the paint on it, but he didn't know if it was completely wiped off. Fang Yi raised his left hand, held Zheng Yuan's cheek with both hands, and then tilted his head slightly towards Zheng Yuan.
Yuan's lips kissed her, and Zheng Yuan's inner problems could not be thought of in his mind.
With a gentle touch, Fang Yi slightly retracted his head and looked at Zheng Yuan's closed eyes. He seemed to feel Fang Yi's breath leaving. Zheng Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Yi. He just opened his eyes.
Not even a second passed, when I saw the warm breath coming in again, I subconsciously closed my eyes again, feeling the lover's lips gently touching me again, and the warmth it brought went straight to my heart.
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After they separated again, Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan and asked softly: "Is there anything wrong?" After a few kisses, Fang Yi finally remembered that the person in front of him had an unusual mysophobia.
Zheng Yuan thought for a moment: "You have too much beard, and your hair is too long, and your whole face is fluffy! It makes me very uncomfortable."
"Just take care of it later." Fang Yi smiled, reached out and took the violin from Zheng Yuan's hand, leaned directly on the back of the chair, put his hands on Zheng Yuan's shoulders, and gently took Zheng Yuan away.
Into his arms, one arm hugged the soft body, and the other hand gently followed the long hair hanging behind him, slowly feeling the silky smoothness, and every breath in the nose
You can feel the faint fragrance coming from your hair.
After a long time, Fang Yicai said: "It's getting late, it's time to rest."
"Then I'll go back to the room." Zheng Yuan pushed Fang Yi away.
Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan who pushed him away, scratched his head and wanted to remind everyone not to waste time while the iron is hot, and to do all the things that need to be done at once. However, he thought about it and did not say it out loud, fearing that Zheng Yuan would accept it all at once.
It’s nothing big, for some reason!
Zheng Yuan happily put her piano back into its case: "It's getting late, why don't you take a rest too?".
"I'll think about it for a while, you go to sleep first." Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan and smiled.
"Don't be too late!" Zheng Yuan walked to Fang Yi's side, hesitated for a moment, then raised his feet, kissed Fang Yi's face gently, and then said: "Remember to shave your beard, your hair is fine
Let’s talk later”.
"I know, I'll do it when I get back to the room. This thing is no ordinary obstruction," Fang Yi said.
Zheng Yuan smiled after hearing this, turned around, picked up her piano case and walked towards the door of the studio. After Fang Yi watched Zheng Yuan go out, he hummed an unknown tune late at night for the first time in two years. Even Fang Yi
I didn't even know what tune I was humming, so I turned back to my easel, and after looking at the work for a few minutes, I hummed another canvas and put it on the easel, and started painting another one.
Half an hour later, Fang Yi still hummed a few words from time to time. The trace of melancholy that had appeared on the canvas in the past two years disappeared. The original increasingly gloomy tones also changed, and the colors on the canvas once again changed.