Did you do something wrong by confessing to the school grass on the first day of transfer?

Chapter 63

The night was getting darker, and Linjiang City at 11:10 p.m. seemed to be no different from that at [-]:[-] p.m.The heavy clouds are still pressing in the sky, heavy, as if they may fall down at any time; on the viaduct in the distance, the passing vehicles are like running water, and the lights of the cars are densely packed, weaving a sea of ​​light.

On the nameless broken tower in the back mountain, old yellowed music scores were scattered on the ground. Xie Fei sat cross-legged, facing the night wind, looking into the distance for a moment.

It has been a while since he came out of the nursing home, instead of going to Jingyue Lake, he went back to the small one-bedroom apartment near the school, and brought his piano with him.

There is no piano in that ward, so it is impossible to have a real class.

The imaginary movement can only sound in the imaginary after all, if you want to convey the sound, you must reach out and touch the real thing, and if you can overcome the shadow in your heart with your chest raised, then Xie Fei will never have the present pain.

Xie Fei worked hard.

In the past three years, he has tried too many times, but he has never been able to break through that door.Behind the door is the lock he added to himself. There is no key, and he wants to open it unless he smashes it directly.

However, in order not to disappoint the teacher too much, Xie Fei still took the scores with him when he left.

Page after page of handwritten scores, after such a long time, I can still feel the gentle touch on it.

Yes, gentle, as if the spring breeze is blowing, the green branches will pull out the fine buds, and the flowers will bloom from the subtle places.

He hummed a short part of it, and from the warmth of the spring breeze, he sensed some kind of apology that was clearly hidden in the depths, but he tried his best to convey it... apology.

Ming Rong was apologizing to him for the cruel side she showed to Xie Fei in the last period of time.

The illness made her moody, crying and laughing, singing and cursing, like a madman who smashed everything she had.

And Xie Fei was a precocious child, knowing that Ming Rong hated this world that brought her pain, so she tried her best to comfort her, take care of her, and try to make her happy from the bottom of her heart.

He put in a lot of hard work, practiced hard, participated in various competitions, won one trophy after another, trying to make her proud of having such a son.

But these were useless, Xie Fei didn't know until later that among the people and things that Ming Rong hated, she was the one who ranked first.

She hated him for being a burden, hated him for dragging her to live in this world, and wished she could take him with her to die.

"But you couldn't take me to die with you, so you chose to leave me to die by yourself." Xie Fei looked at the scattered lights scattered in the night of the city, and murmured.

So Xie Fei never imagined that after a few years, Ming Rong would send her apology and tenderness to him in this way.

So soft, it makes the eye sockets sore.

"Are you seeking reconciliation from me?" Xie Fei blinked slowly, "But you have been dead for so many years, so I will not reconcile with you."

After sitting for a while, Xie Fei finally moved—he picked up the phone, and after unlocking the screen, the interface that popped up was a WeChat dialog box.

"Gu period." A few characters are displayed in the center right above.

Xie Fei asked him, do you also hope that I can start playing the violin again?

Gu Fangyan said: "Although you never said the reason, I can see that you are very repulsive to Qin, even to the point of resistance. I don't want you to start over with these emotions. But if the problem itself is concerned, My answer is - of course I would."

When he said this, it took him a long time to formulate the words. At that time, Xie Fei was staring at the screen, watching "Gu period." It changed to "the other party is typing", and then changed back from "the other party is typing".

Xie Fei could imagine the expression of the person opposite when he typed these lines, first his brows were slightly furrowed, and then gradually relaxed, but the tone of his expression was still indifferent, tenderness and gentleness could only be found in the depths of his eyes.

In fact, as early as the night when Gu Fangyan agreed to act as the narrator of the stage play, Xie Fei had vaguely noticed his thoughts, so he asked Gu Fangyan why he agreed to such a request.

At that time, the temperature was not as cold as it is today. Gu Fangyan was only wearing a windbreaker, holding a paper coffee cup in his hand. Hearing this question, he turned his head towards him through the rising white mist, and said with a smile:

"I want to see you on stage. You were born to shine and deserve to be noticed."

The young man's low and cold voice, fainted in the foggy night, sounded very pleasant.

Xie Fei clicked on the WeChat input box, and continued the conversation that had lasted for tens of minutes: "Is it a New Year's wish?"

Gu Fangyan replied with "forget".

Xie Fei turned off the phone screen, got up and walked towards the piano case placed against the wall.

unlock.

The digital password is the six digits after the decimal point of the root number, and the fingerprint is the middle finger of his right hand. After the verification is passed, there is a click, and the lid of the box is opened a thin crack.

Xie Fei took out the violin inside, calibrated the sound familiarly, then picked up the bow, tightened it, stretched it straight, and spread it evenly with rosin repeatedly.

Then get up.

Accompanied by a long, deep breath, Xie Fei's beautiful peach blossom eyes slowly closed, and when she opened them again, her left hand flipped over and clamped the piano to her neck.He held a bow in his right hand, but it was like holding a sword. He pointed at the open door not far away, pointed at the night full of dark clouds that were about to fall, and said in a low voice:

"I didn't take it out because I wanted to reconcile with you. I just wanted to see if I could satisfy someone's New Year's resolution."

But in fact, his right hand holding the bow trembled a little before it touched the strings.

Those black and blood-colored memory fragments roared from the depths of his mind, whirling and dancing wildly and pieced together, like a gust of wind whipping up huge waves, clamoring to overturn the people standing on the shore.

Xie Fei closed her eyes fiercely, but these images existed in her memory, they were both empty and objective, even if she closed her eyes and didn't look at them, they still couldn't get rid of them.

He simply opened his eyes again, staring at the lights that looked like a long dragon in the distance, staring at the crowd gathered in the square waiting for the New Year's bell, and forced himself to mobilize his arm strength and raise his right hand.

It was still trembling, and even the rosin powder smeared on the bow fell off, spinning and dancing in the dark night, as light as some kind of elf.

His fingers didn't land on the fretboard.Finally, the bow tip hits the E string, one of the four strings.Xie Fei slowly stretched out his strength, moving an upward bow from bottom to top.

What came out was not an ethereal and crisp sound of empty strings, but intermittent, loud and small, and even accompanied by some kind of chaotic friction noise.

Yes, noise.

No different from previous attempts.

Come again.

This time from top to bottom, it is the bow.

The results were not any different.

Come again.

The noise was still harsh.

Come again.

……

This seemed to be a battle, and the curse called memory refused to loosen the shackles on Xie Fei, making him start to tremble with fear deep in his heart.

He is always dreading that day, and will never get out of that day.

He was at that moment, that square inch of the world.

On that rainy night, the boy walked onto the stage amidst applause and blessings, and won the trophy that countless people dreamed of. Everyone congratulated him.

But when he returned home and wanted to share the good news, what he saw was a picture intertwined with black and red rendering.

Ming Rong sat behind the long dining table, wearing a crow black cheongsam, her long eyes were closed and her lips were smiling.

She is dead.

He died when he was competing, at the happiest moment in his life.

What's more, they died under the instrument they all loved.

At that time, Ming Rong had already revealed her suicide intentions, and Xie Fei put away all the knives, sharp objects, including pencils, but she still found a way.

First cut the wrist with the slender and crystal-clear E string, and then cut the wound deep with the G string, countless blood gushed out, and a life of despair and sorrow flowed on the ground.

The boy who was less than 15 years old took home the trophy and smashed it to the ground together with the umbrella.

Water splashed and he was stuck in this day forever.

So he... still can't do it?

On the dilapidated nameless pagoda, Xie Fei closed her eyes again.

Or is it the same as before, as it has been done dozens and hundreds of times before, and still can't do it?

No matter how you adjust your posture, no matter how hard you use, can't you play a clear voice?

In the last moment of 2019 and the moment before 2020 is coming, the sky is cloudy and the snow is falling.

It was a small ball at first, and then it gradually grew bigger. It floated in the wind and fell in the dark mountain forest, dotting a piece of white on Linjiang City in the night.

Xie Fei's face was also pale.

When he opened his eyes again, the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were no longer glowing, and the bottom of the pupils was as black as ink.

clang clang-

The 12 o'clock bell rang in the distance, and the time finally ended on the last day of the year, and a new beginning was ushered in amidst the cheers of everyone.

At this moment, how lively the city is.

"So, is this still the ending?" In the silent mountain forest, Xie Fei lowered her right hand and laughed very lightly.

"No matter how hard you struggle, can't you get rid of the shadow of that year?"

"You are such a failure."

The mountain wind blew, and the falling snow drifted in along the open windows and doors, passed over Xie Fei's forehead, and slid across his cheeks.All expressions on his face faded away, and he slowly turned his head, looking at the lights in the distance, looking at the tall buildings in the city, his eyes were calm and his expression was indifferent.

The corner of the clothes rose and fell in the void, outlining a fleeting arc, but suddenly, Xie Fei grasped the neck of the violin and threw it forcefully!

The song at the beginning of the new year floats in the distance, and the crowd cheers for the new beginning and the first snow. In the endless night, the fireworks rise into the sky, dazzling, but on the barren hills and broken towers, under the cold wind and cold sky, there is only a heavy sound——

Boom!

The beautifully shaped violin fell out of Xie Fei's hands, with the back panel facing down, the neck broken, and the four strings neighing.

Xie Fei lowered her eyes.

The winter in Linjiang City has just begun, but he feels that it has been cold for a lifetime.

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