"If you don't like me to cry, I won't cry. Nan Yitang turned his head sideways and rubbed his palm.

Nan Yitang didn't like to cry since she was a child, but her delicate cousin likes it, pear blossoms with rain can make all men soft-hearted, but she can learn, as long as she can achieve her goal, she can become any Qin Beimu likes.

Qin Beimu was going to be hospitalized for a while, Nan Yitang had to run at both ends, she was not idle at all, and Qin Beimu also found that there was often a smell of paint on her body.

"You've been fond of drawing lately?"

Qin Beimu looked at the traces of a small piece of paint on Nan Yitang's hand.

"Just look, isn't my useless hand-held paintbrush a tyrannical thing. Nan Yitang laughed self-deprecatingly.

A trace of pain flashed in Qin Beimu's dark eyes, he covered her hand in the palm of his hand, rubbed the scar in distress, and asked, "It still hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore. Nan Yitang withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm a little tired and want to go home." ”

Without waiting for Qin Beimu to say anything, she took her bag and left.

When he got home, Nan Yitang saw someone carrying something home.

"What is this?"

"Madame, you have come back, and they say that it is a gift from someone, and this head is too big, and I don't know what it is. I didn't let them into the house, so I put them in the yard. ”

"Who sent it?" Nan Yitang felt very familiar when she looked at the outline of this shape, and vaguely guessed what it was, and her hand slowly clenched.

"It was given by a young lady surnamed Mu, saying that it is very valuable, please open it yourself. ”

Nan Yitang stood stiffly for a while, then walked up and tore off the black cloth.

A pure white piano appeared in front of her, with a particularly dazzling light in the sun, just like the magnesium lamp illuminated back then, she was sitting in front of such a piano, slender and agile fingers jumping on the black and white keys, as if the whole person was in a circle of light, winning the applause of the audience.

Her teacher said that she was born a piano elf, and that she and the piano were mutually successful, but who would have thought that one day, they would destroy each other.

She opened the piano lid, her fingers fell on the piano keys that she hadn't touched for a long time, and the crisp sound sounded like a ghost to her, making her pale and subconsciously retreating.

"Madame, are you alright, your face is ugly. The nanny held her up, worried.

Nan Yitang turned his head and looked at the nanny, but he couldn't hear what she was saying clearly, and it took a long time to react, "You give these workers some hard work, and you take the trouble to convey to that person, thank her for the gift, I will definitely double the gift in the future." ”

Nan Yitang walked forward, but felt that the light of hope in the evening was particularly dazzling, her eyes were blurred, she heard the cry, and saw in a trance that someone was locked in a room, her hand was bleeding, and the piano cover was smashed all at once, the blood was dripping, accompanied by the sonorous music, her hands hurt to numbness.

"Nan Yitang, aren't you the princess on the piano? today you will see how your hands were destroyed on the piano. ”

Her hands were ruined, she could no longer talk about the piano, she could no longer play beautiful music deftly after countless attempts, and there was no place for her in the temple of music.

At the age of twenty, she died along with the decline of the Nan family, as well as her dream of chasing for more than ten years and the proud piano princess on the stage.

Nan Yitang was sick, and Qin Beimu was immediately discharged from the hospital ahead of schedule.

"Madame was alone in her room, ignoring no one and refusing to eat. ”

"Who sent it?" Qin Beimu's face turned gloomy when he saw the piano when he entered the courtyard.

"It seems to be a ...... surnamed Mu," the nanny's voice weakened.

"Can anyone send anything to Fan Yuan now? Throw it out to me. Qin Beimu scolded.

The door of the bedroom was locked, Qin Beimu couldn't get in, afraid that forcing the door to open the door would scare Nan Yitang, so he could only patiently coax her outside the door: "Yitang, Yitang, I'm back, can you open the door?"

"Yitang, don't be afraid, I've already thrown things out. ”

There was still no movement, and Qin Beimu was really worried. So he took the spare key and opened the door and quietly entered.

The room was very quiet, as if there was no one, Nan Yitang curled up in a corner behind the cabinet in a daze, her expression was very peaceful, her clothes and hair were very delicate, if it weren't for the pale face like paper, it was really like a beauty who was quietly watching the scenery like this.

"Yitang. Qin Beimu squatted down in front of her while holding on to the wound, and gently called her name.

Nan Yitang didn't react, he didn't hear the same.

Qin Beimu's hand covered the hand that Nan Yitang had been injured, she finally moved, and her eyes slowly turned to look at him.

Qin Beimu held her hand, put it to her lips and steadied it, she suddenly retracted and leaned against the wall.

"Yitang, don't be afraid, it won't happen again. ”

Qin Beimu gently coaxed her, the distress in his eyes almost overflowed, and gently patted her back to soothe.

Nan Yitang's eyes were red, and tears fell from her moist eyes, she sobbed, crying out of breath, and whimpered and made a very soft voice: "It hurts, it hurts, I hurt so much." ”

"My hands hurt so much. ”

Nan Yitang's head was buried in Qin Beimu's arms, crying like a child, tears wet his clothes, and there was only a sentence of pain to the bones over and over again.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Qin Beimu kissed the scars on her hands, "It won't hurt if you blow it, okay?"

He didn't know that in his arms, where he couldn't see, the corners of Nan Yitang's mouth hooked up with a sly smile.

Nan Yitang cried for a long time, and was so tired that she fell asleep in Qin Beimu's arms, Qin Beimu carried her back to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping face and was silent for a long time.

She slept very unsteadily, crying intermittently in her sleep, and her voice was hoarse.

Qin Beimu has been guarding and coaxing her for a long time to settle down.

A few days after waking up, Nan Yitang's mental state has been very bad, and Qin Beimu had to call a psychiatrist.

"Your wife's symptoms are because she has been greatly stimulated, and the incident you mentioned caused her a lot of pain back then, although a few years have passed, it has been suppressed in her heart and has not been resolved, but will ferment into a more and more serious mental illness, which is the way it is now. She refuses to talk to people, and in the long run, she will reject the world and even commit suicide. ”

Qin Beimu clenched his hands, his eyes gloomy: "Is there any treatment plan?"

"Medication is one thing, but psychotherapy is also important. If a person loses hope, she can find another light of hope, so that she has a reason to live happily, and gradually hope will overcome despair. ”