Qin Jian didn't know how he left the office or returned to the piano room.
In his empty mind, only He Jing's words played back over and over again.
His back was weak against the wall, but the music folder in his hand was getting closer and closer.
Scenes of childhood memories are like an old vinyl projector, twisted and projected between two time and space gaps.
…
Qin Jian remembered that on his fifth birthday, he made a wish for a little sister.
On his sixth birthday, his father brought home a dark-skinned, skinny girl.
"Qin Jian, come and call sister."
From now on.
A family of three became a family of four.
That year Qin Jian was 6 years old and He Jing was 13 years old.
The small world that was originally my own suddenly had an uninvited guest.
The parents who were originally one's own suddenly became someone else's parents.
On the night of his sixth birthday, Qin Jian locked himself in the bedroom and no one could open the door.
From then on, the adopted girl only called her adoptive parents "Teacher Qin" and "Aunt Fang."
But Qin Jian believed that the "war" between them had just begun.
She obviously learned piano earlier than her, but her father always praised her.
Although the other party gave way to him at every turn, Qin Jian felt that this was the right thing to do because everything the other party now owned was originally his.
Qin Jian never called her sister until one late autumn afternoon when there were no adults at home.
Qin Jian has a fever.
The strong girl carried him in the pouring rain to the hospital two kilometers away.
Qin Jian still clearly remembered that the girl who seldom spoke at home and didn't even know that she needed to register for a doctor, just rushed into a strange pharmacy with him in her arms.
"Auntie, my brother is sick. Please take a look at him. My uncle and aunt will be here soon..."
Qin Jian took an injection and the fever subsided, and she was admitted to the hospital ward.
Because he was holding an umbrella for Qin Jian all the way, he got soaked to the skin and contracted the wind and cold.
"elder sister!!!"
In front of the hospital bed, Qin Jian held He Jing's arm tightly with his small hands, crying like a trumpet, and no one could pull him away.
Quietly, Qin Jian was no longer willing to let go of the girl's arm.
This year He Jing was 16 years old and Qin Jian was 9 years old.
At the age of 16, girls are already very generous. At this age, they already need an independent living space.
But after losing the girl's arm, Qin Jian wouldn't sleep, crying and fussing.
"It's okay, Aunt Fang, I'll coax him."
The 17-year-old girl gradually showed more amazing talent on the piano, and Qin Gang and his wife decided to send her to a more professional art school.
The outstanding girl lived up to expectations and was eventually admitted to the Haicheng Conservatory of Music with a full scholarship with the best professional score in the province.
Before leaving, at the platform entrance.
The girl next door has just grown up. At this time, the girl is slim and has a different kind of youthful atmosphere.
"Sister, if someone bullies you, tell me and I will help you vent your anger."
"Be more obedient and practice the piano well. I will be back soon."
After rubbing Qin Jian's head, the girl bowed deeply to Qin Gang and his wife, turned around and disappeared from the platform.
This year, Qin Jian was 11 years old and the girl was 18 years old.
Except for leaving with 2,000 yuan for living expenses in the first year of college, the girl never asked Qin Gang and his wife for a penny since then.
But at the same time, except for the first winter vacation of her freshman year, the girl never came back to college for four years.
Qin Jian only occasionally heard from the phone that she seemed very busy and had to do a lot of part-time work.
But he still couldn't understand why she didn't go home.
Has she forgotten her home?
Time and time again I looked forward to the other party's return date, and time and time again I was disappointed.
Gradually, some bad emotions took root in Qin Jian's rebellious youth.
Four years is slow, but four years is fast.
Outside Nanshi Airport, a beautiful figure came out of the airport gate.
Among those who could be picked up at the airport, there was no Qin Jian.
The long-lost family of four reunited.
"Jingjing, you have to remember what your uncle said on the road just now. From now on, this bastard will be left to you. Don't be soft-hearted and take good care of him."
"Don't worry, Aunt Fang."
"Qin Jian, my name will be Teacher He from now on."
"There's no need for that, Mr. Qin..."
With a "Peng" sound, Qin Jian locked himself in the room again.
This year, He Jing was 22 years old and Qin Jian was 15 years old.
After being hired as a piano teacher at the best art training school in Nan City, He Jing took care of everything for Qin Jian in the shortest possible time and took him over.
But what followed was two years of silent confrontation.
It was not until Qin Jian was admitted to university that he gradually understood how difficult it was for a girl to leave her hometown with 2,000 yuan and study in a big city for four years.
Qin Jian respected her.
But the seed planted in the heart during adolescence has already sprouted after two years of silent struggle.
Don't meet.
In the end, deliberate avoidance eventually became a habit of indifference.
But at that moment, Qin Jian, who had memories of two lifetimes, was holding the music folder in his hand, feeling aggrieved and not knowing why.
Was it because of the anxious look in He Jing's eyes in the examination room? Or was it the urgent cry before he fainted?
Is it the bowl of childhood favorite porridge in front of the hospital bed? Or is it the old scarred spectrum folder in front of me?
At this moment, regret, sadness, heartache, all emotions gathered together, and in an instant, they broke through the last barrier in Qin Jian's heart.
"despair."
Qin Jian knelt on the ground, and the music scores in his hand were scattered on the ground.
quiet.
In the quiet piano room, Qin Jian was breathing heavily.
for a long time.
On the music score "ata and fugue minor" in front of Qin Jian's eyes, a drop of tears fell.
"sorry."
This tear is like a seed, buried in the music, buried in the lines, and buried in the deepest part of Qin Jian's heart.
…
At this time, the memories of Qin Jian's two lives merged again.
At this moment, Qin Jian is 17 years old again, and He Jing is 24 years old.
…..
In front of the examination building, Zhao Yu carried his suitcase and looked at the art examination registration form posted on the bulletin board.
He picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment and put it down again.
"Zhao Yu, do you really want to drop out of school?" Li Qiye, who was helping to carry luggage next door, asked.
"Yeah." The fat man nodded.
"Why?" Li Qiye was a little curious as to why the fat man was different today.
"Thank you, there's no need to send it off. Someone will pick me up at the door." The fat man took the box from Li Qiye's hand, with a hint of confidence in his expression. "Someone told me that you have to walk some roads by yourself."
Li Qiye looked at the fat man's retreating back and suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."
The fat man turned around when he heard the sound.
"Is that person Lu Xun?" Li Qiye asked loudly.
"No!" the fat man replied.
…..
The two teenagers faced each other in the air for five seconds, maybe six seconds.
"Good luck!"
On campus, Li Qiye's voice spread to every corner.