I had a dream, and when I woke up, a cold feeling penetrated my bones.
It was probably the summer when she was in junior high school. She and Shasha participated in a martial arts competition. Jia Ming followed, and Cao Dongfeng was also there. They were spinning around like flies all day long. The three of them acted in unison and pretended to be very close to him.
Look, they were actually very close. During that time, I kissed Jiaming for the first time, pretending to be a public servant for personal gain, and my heart was pounding wildly. That little me with cute pigtails...
Although they are still little children, they sleep in the same bed at night. The three of them huddle together, covered with a thin blanket, and their bodies touch each other. On a very cool summer night, they feel refreshed by each other.
, but none of the three people wanted to close their eyes and sleep. They were not sleepy. They lay on the bed and looked out the window. What a beautiful moon on the treetops. Rustling got up and said they were going out to get some fun things to play cards together. The sound came back from the corridor.
The sound of tiny footsteps came back, but she took a few bunches of marshmallows. The three of them sat on the bed and licked and licked. The marshmallows soon began to melt and stick to her hands. She lowered her head to eat.
So the hair hanging down on her face was all stained with it. Jiaming and Shasha were laughing at her. She tried hard to get rid of the sticky marshmallows and opened her eyes, and then... she really opened her eyes.
opened.
So sad...
Light filtered in from outside the white curtains. She was used to turning off the heater before going to bed at night. She just felt the cold in a daze and wanted to look for a warmer body next to her. Then she gradually woke up. She looked at the ceiling, her nose
The sadness that came over me lingered. More than three years have passed, and this body still retains the memory of the past. The sadness is like a tarsal maggot, stubbornly fighting against time.
Her hair, which was as long as it was when she was a child, has been cut off long ago, and now it barely reaches her shoulders. Few female students in the music department do this, unless they go a personal route. But she is not, her beauty is always soft and traditional.
Beautiful, such hair seems to be a symbol of toughness and independence. Some people say that she is unique, but not many people understand. Every day here, she grits her teeth and comes here.
In the three and a half years since she came to Vienna, she has grown two centimeters taller and lost four kilograms. If you just look at the data, she has not changed much. But in fact, she has become slimmer, thinner, more beautiful and mature.
In the past two years, she has had many suitors, in various ways, some subtle and some unrestrained. There were also chauvinistic boys who felt good about themselves who used her rejection as a way to play hard to get. At the beginning of the year before last, a guy with a wild personality took the opportunity to talk a few words.
He wanted to touch her, but she broke her hand in the corridor outside the classroom in front of many people. Even if this kind of artistic person looks strong, he can't stand it in front of Ji Ming's specially selected joint skills.
She looked so vulnerable that a group of people were dumbfounded. No one knew that she could actually have such a side, as she looked soft, frail, and gentle. From then on, there were a lot less similar troubles.
It's not just a pursuit. In the past few years, she has refused many things. She has refused to have too many university interactions, too many memories, refused to go home or even heard news about Jiang Hai. She has always kept herself with some hope.
She hopes that the breakup was due to some special reasons - she understands Jiaming. Even now, she believes that this understanding is not an illusion. It is self-confidence and necessity. Otherwise, all the good things based on past memories will be lost.
It is bound to fall apart and nothing will remain.
If Jiaming had been in a relationship with another woman for more than a year, he would never say it out of the blue. Whether true or false, there must be other reasons.
She hoped that Jiaming had encountered a threat, that he suddenly encountered something that he couldn't solve but refused to talk about, and even hoped that--even if it was like a bloody romance TV series--his real reason was because
Due to the pressure, he deliberately asked her to study abroad for further study in order not to delay her future, so he chose to break up. No matter what the reason was, there would still be half a year until she completed all this and completed what he expected her to do.
She would go back to Jianghai, throw all these things in front of him, and tell him: "You misjudged me, Ye Lingjing, and you broke my heart..."
In any case, she can only look forward to this. After the breakup, memories and hopes are the only things she can hold on to...
During this period, Dongfang Lu came to see her once. The two chatted for a while. In fact, they didn't have much to talk about. As if they were aware of her mood, the other party didn't say anything about Jiaming or Jiang Hai. Every year
The only contact with her family was to make a few phone calls. Her parents seemed to be avoiding the topic of Jiaming and Shasha. She just avoided everything with such a dull mind. The only sad thing was that she couldn't contact Shasha. All the previous phone calls had been lost.
I can’t get through. Is Jiaming with her? He goes to university in Beijing, or Jiaming is separated from her. Otherwise, she will definitely call to find her. But after the call is connected, what should the two of them say?
, until now she can't think of it...
"The man we liked together dumped us..." or "He's a bastard..." Shasha likes Jiaming more than herself, and she definitely can't stand it...
She turned on the air conditioner with the remote control. After a while, she sat up from the bed. Her hair was messy. She placed a photo album on the quilt. She fell asleep after looking at it last night. She put it on the bedside table and read it.
Looking at the alarm clock, it was already twelve o'clock after noon, and she had a rare sleep.
Today is New Year's Eve. Due to the time difference, it must be past 7pm at home. She sat on the bed and dialed the home phone number. She talked to her parents for more than ten minutes and couldn't help but get red-eyed. In the past few years,
Her parents seemed to regret their decision to let her come to Vienna, and they didn't dare to say anything more about letting her go home on the phone. But in fact, she felt that she was sorry for them, and she didn't even see them for the sake of Jiaming, which was too willful. Love
Everyone knows that it is not everything in life, but when we are young and frivolous, who can really suppress such feelings?
After the overseas phone call, she was getting out of bed when there was a knock on the door. She walked to the peephole and looked out. The man in a white suit outside the door was about thirty years old. He had light blue eyes and silver.
He looked quite handsome with thin-framed glasses and a blond hair shawl. He had his hands folded in front of his chest, holding a document bag. Seeing that no one was speaking, he rang the doorbell again.
"Teacher Julian, give me five minutes."
After saying this, she came back and opened the door a few minutes later. She had already put on neat winter clothes, washed her face, and arranged her hair. She just held a toothbrush in her hand: "I still need to brush my teeth, please come in."
"
"Well, I was thinking...it's okay for me to see you just getting up once, isn't it? Then I don't have to stand outside for several minutes..."
"Feel sorry."
Lingjing answered lightly. Lingjing closed the bathroom door. When she came out after a while, she was already in a completely tidy state: "Teacher Julian, I think... I asked for leave yesterday..."
"It's not about this." Julian maintained a charming smile, "I know that today is the most traditional and important New Year in China. In fact, a friend introduced me to a good Chinese restaurant. We will meet him tonight.
There's a party and I think you could go and join it."
The room was not big, Julian sat on the sofa, Lingjing sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, then raised her head and smiled: "Actually, I don't really want to participate in such an event today..."
"OK. If I want to participate and experience Chinese customs, I hope you can accompany me... You know, I don't know much about China, and my Chinese language is also a barrier."
After a moment of silence, Lingjing nodded: "If you want this, teacher, I will go there."
In the past few years since she came to Vienna, her tutor Julian is the person she is most familiar with. This teacher is young and talented. Not only has he participated in the New Year's music performance in the Golden Hall, he is even the honorary piano tutor of the Austrian royal family, helping
After a lot of work, he introduced her to a work-study program at the Opera House. Despite her fame, at least the salary she earned was enough to meet her living and study needs. This room with a good condition and location outside the school was rented because of his introduction.
She kept the bank card, contacts, etc. that Jiaming gave her when he broke up with her. One day she would throw them back intact and ask him to apologize to her.
Julian looked at her for a few times, then smiled and shook his head: "I'm just kidding, I just think you should have more normal social activities. Since you don't like it, I won't force it. In fact, I came here today to give it to you.
These documents." He shook the document bag in his hand, "I talked to you about your post-graduation affairs last year. I said it casually, and you refused casually, but I hope you can think about it again. You have already
Now that you are quite famous, several companies have already expressed their interest. I hope you will continue to develop in Europe. I have also contacted some friends. This is a series of plans for you. I will serve as your agent.
, until the day you step onto the stage of the Golden Hall."
"Teacher, this..."
Julian waved his hand: "You have talent and spirituality. As long as you continue to develop, you will definitely achieve great success. Because of many things, I have lost my spirituality and can no longer focus on the piano, so I hope to put it down for a while."
Time may be able to bring this feeling back, you deserve these things."
He took Lingjing's hand, put the document bag on it, and let go quietly before the other party reacted with rejection. Lingjing frowned: "Teacher, I will not stay in Europe..."
"You don't need to answer me so quickly. You can think about it for a few more days. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Julian looked at his watch, waved and left. Lingjing walked him to the door, watched the figure go downstairs, then closed the door and put the file bag in the drawer.
The photo album on the bedside table was about to be stuffed in. I put it halfway and hesitated for a moment. I pulled it out and opened a page. After looking at it for a few times, I closed it again and held it on my knees for a long time. The air conditioner behind me blew the gauze curtain.
White light shone into the entire room, and the figure sat on the edge of the bed, so lonely that it seemed as if it was melting into the light...
Julian walked out of the apartment door, took out two party tickets for a Chinese restaurant from his pocket, looked at them for a few times, then tore them up and threw them into the trash can.
Not far away, a friend's car was waiting there. The man leaned against the car door, saw him, and laughed: "You came out so quickly again. Only in front of this girl, you can't find the topic."
But, should I say this is a good phenomenon or a bad phenomenon?"
"She is too sensitive. I don't want to be disliked by her."
He entered the car door from both sides, and then the car started slowly: "So, do you really want to arrange a future for her? Create an Eastern music goddess?"
Julian smiled: "I should go to China."
"Well?"
"She is very stubborn and will not stay in Europe, so I made so many arrangements for her first, and then she would make concessions and let me arrange her future in China, and... the East should be able to give me more inspiration.
I've thought about going to see it for a long time..."
"You're really working hard. I think you really can't focus on the piano now..."
"I'm more focused on her now."
"As if every artist falls in love with their own work?"
"That's right." Julian nodded, "It's like... every artist will fall in love with his own work."
As the car turned the corner in front of him, he remembered the photo album placed on the bedside table in the room. He had seen the photos in it before. They were wedding photos, one man and two women. In those photos, Lingjing was smiling sweetly.
Or cunning and agile, these emotions can be called happiness, he has not seen them in the three years since he was her mentor.
It will appear again one day...
As the vehicle drove past beautiful buildings, he thought about this and frowned.
At the same moment, Ling sat quietly in the light, pressing the photo album on his lap, his eyes blurred. Thousands of miles away, in the deserted city street, the man behind the cart raised his head and looked into the night sky
The fireworks kept exploding and scattered, and the light flickered, exaggerating the face of memories...