It was like the journey suddenly reached its end, Qin Jian said so calmly.
After blurting out four words, he finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and meet Ye Yi's gaze.
However, Ye Yi just blinked, then pursed his lips and smiled faintly.
Qin Jian's heart tightened. At this moment, it seemed that all the stage experience he had accumulated was no longer effective.
His breathing quickened.
He couldn't describe what kind of smile he saw in front of him. He imagined countless ways Ye Yi would react when he heard this sentence.
This scene was the only one he had ever expected.
Eyes facing each other.
Qin Jian seemed to be able to see his uneasiness through the other person's calm pupils.
There was a little bit of emotional fluctuation in that unspeakably calm look, and there was also a hint of relief in it.
The stalemate was complicated, and the only thing he was familiar with was the brightness and brightness in his impression.
In just a few seconds, Qin Jian felt more than just suffering. The scorching sun spread through his five senses like needles.
Subconsciously licked his dry lips.
The apology welled up in his throat, but he couldn't say it out.
Seeing Qin Jian's painful look, Ye Yi felt heartbroken, but at this moment, it was not only a kind of torture for her, but also a double roast that was even more depressing.
Because she couldn't speak and couldn't speak, it was Qin Jian who she asked to meet.
But she is passive.
At this moment, she was only afraid of hearing Qin Jian say sorry.
She doesn't need Qin Jian's position, she just wants her dignity as a woman.
Ye Yi hopes that he will exit the stage as an emotional loser in this emotional entanglement that is about to end, rather than as a person who is pitied.
Love is a love between you and me.
Qin Jian just made a choice. She understood that Qin Jian didn't owe her anything.
Although when she heard the hoarse "I'm in love" with her own ears, her heart was severely cut by a knife, but she was already prepared for it.
Her expression was not out of control, she was even a little relieved.
Maybe it wasn't her turn to say anything, but in her eyes, Qin Jian had grown up if he could honestly say this.
She was waiting for Qin Jian's next words. She was here to listen to Qin Jian's speech today.
It took no longer than ten seconds.
"We met in Yanjing."
As if there was a voice in his consciousness guiding him, Qin Jian decided to tell Ye Yi the whole truth.
Ye opened her mouth, her long eyelashes unable to hide the surprise in her eyes.
but.
She really wanted to hear this part.
"It was the time I went to participate in the Huayun Competition."
Qin Jian paused and spoke again, "Her name is Duan Ran, she is a tall girl."
Ye Yi knows that she is still a very beautiful girl.
As he raised his head to take a breath, Qin Jian glanced at Ye Yi's face intentionally or unintentionally.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Ye Yi didn't know the meaning behind this look. Even at such times, he still had to figure out other people's emotions.
She smiled inwardly, wondering what she could do after seeing you?
After trying hard to bend two crescent moons, Ye Yi opened his curious eyes in encouragement.
He casually picked up the milk tea and took a sip.
Regardless of his behavior or smile, Ye Yi is always gentle.
Wrapped in this tenderness, Qin Jian gradually entered the role of the story.
"When I first met her, I didn't have that special feeling. You know, it was a piano store, and we happened to go to the piano store..."
Ye Yi understood. Ye Yi felt that he didn't have that special feeling when he saw Qin Jian for the first time. As a result~
"As a result, I left an important notebook in the piano room when I finished practicing the piano that day. Then she went into the piano room and took my notebook. It took a long time for her to tell me that the notebook was in her place. Before I never knew, but I didn’t blame her after I found out.”
Ye Yi admired the courage of this girl Duan. If it were her, she would never dare to put the things she picked up on herself.
From Huayun Sai to Tokyo.
Qin Jian talked about cherry blossoms.
Ye Yi had never seen swaths of cherry blossoms. Listening to Qin Jian's description, he imagined a sea of cherry blossoms.
From Tokyo to Vienna.
Qin Jian talked about the House of Figaro.
Ye Yi had never listened to opera. When Qin Jian told the story of The Marriage of Figaro, she felt like she was listening to music.
to Germany.
Qin Jian talked about the mountain hut in Salzburg.
Ye Yi once again secretly sighed at Miss Duan's boldness, but she thought that if it were herself, she would definitely not let Qin Jian freeze outside the bedroom door, because she had been exposed to the cold, and she knew what it felt like.
to Bergen.
Qin Jian talked about the endless sea.
Ye Yi thought that the scene with the red sun rising on the sea must be a beautiful thing in the world. She thought that during that period, Qin Jian would always be very happy when he woke up from his dream with the sunrise on the seaside.
to Warsaw.
Qin Jian talked about every detail of the Chopin Competition.
Ye Yi added the scene outside the TV screen. Perhaps she was right. Qin Jian is a person who lives in a personal emotional world.
Anyone who can take the initiative to break in will be happy. She wished Miss Duan the best.
After Qin Jian finished talking about winning the championship, a full three hours passed.
Just arrived at the first stop of the tour.
A complete story.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and it was almost time for Ye Yi to leave.
She has classes in the evening.
Qin Jian didn't know that Ye Yi still had classes, so he thought he had already confessed, and felt a little relieved, just a little bit.
So he took a sip of cold coffee and asked after a moment: "Where is Grandpa Ye from?"
Ye Yi didn't know what Qin Jian wanted to ask. If this was the last question, she was really confused.
She shook her head
Isn't this the question she wants to hear before leaving, or do these questions still have something to do with Qin Jian?
She came to help Qin Jian solve his doubts. She didn't want Qin Jian to continue to get deeper into her life. This was unfair to Miss Duan. She also didn't want to see Qin Jian continue to worry about certain problems.
Seeing Ye Yi's reaction, Qin Jian looked anxious and asked, "Is Grandpa Ye your biological grandfather?"
Ye Yi frowned.
She looked at the time and realized it was really time to go.
Although she wanted to continue sitting down, what was the point?
Sighing in her heart, she just thought Qin Jian's two questions were about her concern.
These two questions that have never been asked before come from the mouth of the man in front of me at this moment, the man that I still love.
Ye Yijue's picture is a bit absurd, but it doesn't matter anymore.
"Ye Yi, can you tell me how old you are this year?"
Ye Yi smiled and said in sign language, 'Qin Jian, I wish you the first place in the Chopin Competition.'
Qin Jian was startled, he didn't understand what it was at all.
Ye Yi pursed his lips and then said in sign language, 'I'm sorry, I have to leave.'
This time Qin Jian understood. As soon as he stood up, he saw Ye Yi take out a folded white paper from his bag.
He stared at Ye Yisheng and sat down.
Ye Yiyi's expression struggled and changed, and finally took a deep look at Qin Jian.
Then he pushed the white paper in his hand to Qin Jian's desk, turned around with his backpack, and left without any sloppiness.
When Qin Jian broke free from the complicated look in his eyes, there was no one in front of him.
Leaning slumped on the sofa, he absentmindedly took out his right hand.
He looked at the green pendant in his hand that he had not yet returned to Ye Yi.
He didn't even have the courage to turn around and look at the figure outside the window.
a long time,
He stared blankly at the folded white paper on the table.
...
After running through the traffic light, Ye gasped for air. She continued to run, letting her tears flow unbridled in the colder wind.
The moment you push out the door.
Only then did she truly understand what heartache felt like.
It's a thousand times, ten thousand times more ferocious than the one that comes at midnight.