Qin Jian didn't know how he left the office, and he didn't know how to get back to the piano room.

In the empty mind, only He Jing's words were replayed over and over again.

His back leaned weakly against the wall, but the music folder in his hand was getting closer and closer.

Scenes from childhood are like an old projector on vinyl, twisting and projecting in two space-time faults.

......

Qin Jian remembered that on his fifth birthday, he made a wish to have a little sister.

And on his sixth birthday, his father brought home a dark-skinned, thin girl.

"Qin Jian, come and call my 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.

A small world that originally belonged to him suddenly appeared as an uninvited guest.

Mom and Dad who originally belonged to themselves suddenly became someone else's Mom and Dad.

On the night of his sixth birthday, Qin Jian locked himself in the bedroom, and no one could open the door.

Since then, adopted girls have only called their adoptive parents "Teacher Qin" and "Aunt Fang." ”

But Qin Jian believes that the "war" between them has just begun.

Obviously, she learned the piano earlier than her, but her father always praised her.

Although the other party gave way to himself everywhere, Qin Jian felt that this was the way it should be, because everything that the other party had now was originally his own.

Qin Jian never called her sister until a late autumn afternoon, and there were no adults in the family.

Qin Jian had a fever.

The strong girl braved the pouring rain and carried him to the hospital two kilometers away.

Qin Jian still clearly remembered that the girl who rarely spoke at home and didn't even know that she needed to register for a doctor, rushed into the strange pharmacy with him in her arms.

"Auntie, my brother is sick, take a look at him, my uncle and aunt will come in a while....."

Qin Jian had an injection, the fever subsided, and she was admitted to the hospital ward.

Because he was holding an umbrella for Qin Jian all the way and drenched himself, he was infected with the wind chill.

"Sister!!

In front of the hospital bed, Qin Jian grabbed He Jing's arm tightly with a pair of small hands, crying like a little trumpet, and no one could pull it 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, the girl has been generous, and at this age, she actually needs an independent living space.

But after losing the girl's arm, Qin Jian didn't sleep, crying and making trouble.

"It's okay, Aunt Fang, I'll coax him. ”

The 17-year-old girl gradually showed an even more amazing talent at 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 finally admitted to the Haishi Conservatory of Music with a full scholarship waiver with the first professional result in the province.

Before leaving, at the entrance of the platform.

There is a girl next door who has just grown up, and the girl at this time is slim and elegant, and she already has a different kind of youthful atmosphere.

"Sister, if someone bullies you, tell me, and I'll help you get angry. ”

"Be more obedient, practice well, and I'll be back soon. ”

Rubbing Qin Jian's head, the girl bowed deeply to Qin Gang and his wife, turned around and disappeared on the platform.

This year, Qin Jian was 11 years old and the girl was 18 years old.

After the girl left with 2,000 yuan of living expenses in the first year, she never asked Qin Gang and his wife for a penny since then.

But at the same time, the girl never came back from college for four years, except for the first winter vacation of her freshman year.

Qin Jian only occasionally learned from the phone that it seemed that she was very busy and had a lot of part-time work to do.

But he still couldn't understand why she didn't go home.

Has she forgotten her home?

Looking forward to each other's return date again and again, and disappointed again and again.

Gradually, some kind of bad mood took root in Qin Jian's rebellious spring and spring.

Four years is slow, and four years is fast.

Outside Nanshi Airport, a beautiful figure came out of the airport gate.

Among the people who could pick up the airport, there was no Qin Jian.

A reunion of four after a long absence.

"Jingjing, you have to remember what your uncle said on the road just now, this rabbit cub will be handed over to you in the future, don't be soft-hearted, take care of it. ”

"Don't worry, Aunt Fang. ”

"Qin Jian, I will be called Teacher He in the future. ”

"That's not necessary, Old 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.

was hired as a piano teacher at the best art training school in Nanshi, and He Jing took care of everything for Qin Jian in the shortest possible time.

What followed, however, was two years of silent confrontation.

It wasn't until Qin Jian was admitted to the university that he gradually realized how difficult it was for a girl to leave her hometown with 2,000 yuan to study in a big city for four years.

Qin Jian respected her.

But the seed planted in the heart of adolescence has already germinated after two years of silent resistance.

Don't see each other.

In the end, deliberate avoidance eventually became a habit of indifference.

But at that moment just now, Qin Jian, who had the memory of two lifetimes, held the music folder in his hand, feeling aggrieved, and he didn't know why.

Was it for He Jing's anxious eyes in the examination room, or was it the urgent cry before he passed out?

Is it the bowl of childhood porridge in front of the hospital bed, or is it the old scarred music folder in front of you?

At this moment, remorse, sadness, heartache, all emotions converged together, and in an instant, they broke through the last barrier in Qin Jian's heart.

"Click. ”

Qin Jian knelt on the ground, and the music score in the music folder in his hand was scattered all over the ground.

Quiet.

The quiet piano room was alone with the sound of Qin Jian's violent breathing.

Long.

On the score "toccata and fugue in D minor" in front of Qin Jian's eyes, a tear fell.

"I'm sorry. ”

This tear is like a seed, buried in the music, buried in the line score, and buried in the deepest part of Qin Jian's heart.

......

At this time, the memories of Qin Jian's two lives fused again.

At this moment, Qin Jian is back to 17 years old, and He Jing is 24 years old.

.....

In front of the examination building, Zhao Yu carried the luggage compartment and looked at the art examination registration form posted on the bulletin board.

Picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment and put it down again.

"Zhao Yu, do you really want to drop out of school?" asked Li Qiye, who was helping to carry the luggage next door.

"Hmm. The fat man nodded.

"Why?" Li Qiye was a little curious about how the fat man was a little different today.

"Thanks, no need to send it, someone picked me up at the door. The fat man took the box in Li Qiye's hand, and his expression had a little more confidence, "Someone told me that some roads must be walked by themselves." ”

Li Qiye looked at the fat man's distant back, and suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute." ”

The fat man turned his head when he heard the sound.

"Is that person Lu Xun?" asked Li Qiye loudly.

"No!" replied the fat man.

.....

The two teenagers faced each other for five seconds, possibly six seconds.

"Good luck!"

On campus, Li Qiye's voice spread to every corner.