Ivy took another sip of wine, rested her chin on her knees, and muttered, "It just feels like ...... When you first see him, a voice in your heart says to you: yes, he is the man. Since then, your heart has been filled with Him, and there is no room for anyone anymore. ”

Owen savored her words in his mind. He suddenly remembered the little girl who played the piano, she was like a distant and bright star, the only concern left in his heart.

"Owen, thank you. Ivy suddenly changed the subject.

"Hmm, thank me for what?" Owen asked, inexplicably.

"You and I are not related...... Do you think I'm annoyed by listening to my nagging?" she said as she belched, her eyes blurred, apparently drunk again.

"Absolutely not. How can we be related to each other, have you forgotten? You are my teacher. Owen waved his hand.

Ivy glanced at the grand piano in the corner of the living room, and stood up with her hands propped up, "I'll play a piece for you, it's a thank you gift." ”

It's as if the whole room is spinning. Ivy staggered over to the piano and sat down on the bench with her butt lifted the heavy key cover. She began learning piano at the age of three, and the cello was an instrument that she only learned in high school.

Whenever she couldn't relieve her thoughts, she would often play Chopin's "Nocturne". Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, immersed in the melody between her fingers. Every note speaks of the sadness in my heart, and it sounds poignant.

When the first note sounded, Owen couldn't help but shudder. He propped his chin in one hand and watched Ivy intently, a similar scene flashed in his mind.

Ten years ago, in that sunny summer, in the piano room of the middle school attached to the Conservatory, there was a thin little girl.

What she practiced repeatedly every day was this Chopin's "Nocturne". When she plays the piano, she is also so focused and agile.

He took a deep breath, his mind wandering to the music. Music is like an invisible thread that strings together fragments of memories scattered in the depths of the mind.

Ten years ago, on a summer afternoon. Not long after he escaped from the orphanage, he was penniless, had not eaten for several days, like a shriveled stray dog. In desperation, he stole bread and sausages from a roadside shop.

Before the food could be stuffed into his pocket, it was discovered by the shopkeeper. The boss rushed over with a loud shout, grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground.

Passers-by surrounded him like a play. He lay on the ground helpless, letting his fists and feet crackle on his body, with only one thought in his mind: it would be better to die like this.

Suddenly, a little girl rushed through the crowd, wearing a yellow Mickey Mouse T-shirt, half a cut shorter than the adults next to her, but her voice was loud and powerful.

"Stop fighting, he's going to die...... If you hit me again, I'm going to call the police. ”

Enough was angry, and after the excitement was over, the small shop owner didn't want to delay the business, so he dispersed with passers-by.

The little girl sat down on her knees, took out a handkerchief, wiped the muddy water from his face, and helped him sit up again.

He looked at her pure, clear eyes and hung his head in inferiority.

"Brother, your leg is injured, it hurts, right? You are waiting for me here, I will go to the pharmacy to buy medicine for you, you must wait for me to come back......"

Ten minutes later, she arrived as promised, bought him trauma medicine, and clumsily helped him disinfect his wound.

"You bear with me, iodine will hurt a little when rubbing, I'll try to be lighter. She didn't forget to comfort him.

He looked at her smooth forehead, and his originally lonely heart was like a stone falling into a deep pool, causing layers of ripples.

"Here you go. He took the red rope off his neck and shoved it into her hand.

The girl looked at the thing he stuffed in her hand in amazement, it was a round silver pendant, and she hurriedly waved her hand to give it back to him, "I don't want it, you don't have to do this." ”

"It's mine, not stolen. He pushed her hand away, stood up, and ran away with a puff of smoke.

Since then, he will quietly follow her every day, peek at her practice, and silently accompany her to and from school.

She often wears that yellow Mickey Mouse T-shirt with a high ponytail.

However, he never had the courage to speak to her, even if it was just to ask her name. She is so beautiful, but she is as humble as dust in front of her.

The memory of her is like the only warmth huddled in his heart, occasionally awakening his desire for emotion at a special moment.

"Boom—" A heavy thunderclap interrupted his thoughts.

Owen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his glass in his hand and stared at the dark sky. The clouds grew thicker, and a bolt of lightning pierced the clouds, and in an instant, a deafening thunder rang out again. His estimate was correct, the typhoon will soon hit Zhuhai and Macao head-on.

The end of the song. Ivy covered her face with her hands and let out a long sigh. Alcohol did not relieve the depression in the heart, but magnified the negative emotions infinitely, and the heartache was like being cut by a blunt knife.