Suffering.

Actually, they have discussed this topic.

It's not a discussion either.

That was one time, when she was dyeing, he accidentally broke her finger, and when he saw her bandaged hand, he asked.

Then she pretended to be aggrieved, saying that it hurt, it hurts.

She had painted her eyebrows in the morning, and she was sure that her slightly frowning expression was still a little cute, at least definitely not ugly.

She wanted him to see it.

But he was blind.

He just smiled and said, "I don't like pain either, but when it comes, we have to accept it." ”

"Sister Qin, haven't you heard that pain is the catalyst for people's progress. ”

"If it's just happiness, if it's just plain, how can there be such a thing as 'transcendence' in this world?"

He's a fool!

Who wants to hear that again?

She's not a philosopher!

And on the night of the change, his words echoed in her ears again.

That's right.

If there was no love, how could she play the songs he gave her so well, so good that even he praised them, and he never praised them. She has so many fans on Weibo, and he never even seems to care about what she wears every day.

Without love, she wouldn't have been able to memorize all of them, not even a single note!

Love, on the other hand, is pain.

But this pain is also sweet, otherwise, how could there be a stupid woman in this world to bear this pain alone?

The light in the corner of the table is orange.

This is a small gift from Mr. Wei, saying that it is the latest research and development of the shaped lamp, which can adjust the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, a total of 28 shades, and she prefers orange among them, which has a faint and warm feeling.

Score after score was gradually generated under her wrist.

"Rotten Ke", "Scorching Its Beauty", "World Title Page"......

"A Thousand Autumns of Great Dreams", "The Road of Sages", "The Great Master", "Creation", "Destiny", "Reincarnation", ......

"Spring of Changbai", "Summer of Changbai", "Autumn of Changbai", "Winter of Changbai", "Kunlun Snow", "Kunlun Moon"......

Until the recent "A Flower Blooms".

In fact, sometimes she also thinks that she may not be in love with him, but admiration, and the inextricable admiration for him because of these songs.

But so what's the difference?

Women always love because of admiration.

This is also the reason why many women in the world have a paternal complex, if their father is really amazing and loves them.

In that way, they will become the most beloved person in their lives, and when they grow up, they will take the image of their father as the criterion for choosing a mate, and they will also find a boy who can see the shadow of their father in them.

She didn't admire her father, she hadn't since she was a child.

When she was very young, the father had a woman other than her mother, and he was more of a simple guardian to her than a father.

So that person is the person she admires for the first time in more than 20 years.

It is also the first time to love.

Man.

She will never forget the throbbing in her heart when she first saw him in the piano shop and the first time she saw him play "Rotten Ke".

And then one tune after another.

The magnificence and tranquility of "The Title Page of the World" is like a person walking in the crystal city, the breeze is gentle, the sun is warm, and the years are so quiet as flowing water, and often after playing the song, her heart is quiet, but in that quiet, unconsciously fluttering like a butterfly.

The vastness and profundity of "The Way of the Sages" is a very special song, in fact, all his songs are very special, and this one is special.

It seems to be composed of many broken chapters, or solemn, or vast, or solemn, or gentle.

When playing, she feels like she is looking up to the mountains, sometimes she is like looking up to the mountains, sometimes she is like looking at the clouds and mist, the weather is myriad, sometimes she is like boating on the waves, the world is the only one, and sometimes she is like being in the wilderness, there is no one in front of her, there is no one behind, the snow is flying, and there is a vast expanse.

And when all the broken chapters are played, I feel that those are not broken chapters.

They are complete.

Just like the name of this piece, when they are independent, they are saints, they are virtuous, and when they are together, they are the path of saints.

That's the path of time, that's the path of space.

It is the path that many people have wanted to take throughout the ages.

Even she, an ordinary little woman, couldn't reach it after playing, and her heart longed for it.

The persistence and touching of "Changbai Spring", life finally transitioned from forbearance to enthusiasm little by little, and then surging like a volcano, the spring breeze was gentle, but it dominated the earth.

Whether it was the first time at the beginning, or every time she played this song in the future, she was in a turbulent mood and couldn't help herself, and after playing the song, she just wanted to ignore it, sing loudly, or run barefoot in the wilderness.

Together with the spring breeze in the song, he ran through the four seas of Kyushu, ran through thousands of rivers and mountains, and brought the enthusiasm and heavy green like fire to the whole world.

And then he melted into that purple and red world.

The vicissitudes and holiness of "Kunlun Snow", the kind of world that seems to be completely unhuman, both lonely and lonely, the vicissitudes of eternity, and the holiness created by spotlessness.

And just when you think that's all there is to it, when you walk through the notes in that vicissitudes and holiness, suddenly, stop.

In front of him, a snow lotus, in the wind and snow, also in the sun, quietly bloomed.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the world stopped.

For the pride and majesty of that life.

But that life is still only quietly open, both with its head held high to the sky and prostrate on the ground.

The ...... of "A Flower Blooms"

By the time of this song, she couldn't say how she felt, because every time she felt different. The only thing she had in common was that she only knew that when she finished playing this piece, she would burst into tears, and she herself didn't know it.

I don't know when I shed my tears, and I don't know why I shed them.

Every time!

But there is no sadness.

Not even the slightest bit of sadness.

The body is just warm, especially the palm of the right hand, like a little sun, her own little sun, warming her body and her heart. While warm, the body and mind are so light that they want to fly.

At the foot of the mountain, dandelions are planted.

Sometimes, after playing this one, she feels like thousands of dandelion seeds, carried by the flower umbrella, free, taking off all the shackles, floating in the blue sky and white clouds.

......

This night, in the tent, the orange lights were always on.

That night, Zheng Qinmo wrote all the music scores that Xu Guangling had given her. She didn't play it, but every song sounded in her heart.

When it was dawn, a little tiredness came in, and she went to bed.

Before resting, a little activity, a small dance, a mirror in the corner of the tent, slightly showing her movements, the clothes are blowing, the movements are soothing and melodious, but also beautiful.

In fact, there was no bed, just a thick cushion spread on the ground, lying down lazily and freely, smelling the freshness of the lotus leaves on the tip of her nose and the fragrance of lotus flowers.

Spring feast, a glass of green wine and a song.

Goodbye Chen Sanvo:

One wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes that the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years are long.

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