The bow technique in Jiang Yumo's hand was unexpectedly confused, and the note that was originally a jumping bow was accidentally pulled into a continuous bow by him, in fact, this kind of low-level mistake would not have been made since he was a child.

He frowned in annoyance, and the bow in his hand became a tool for him to express his anger, and he angrily pulled out a seven-and-slung melody, but it did not settle into the main harmony, and allowed the discordant notes to occupy his heart, and all this made him even more frustrated, when the piano became his punching bag, it became his tool to vent, such irrational behavior as a well-known musician was a fatal mistake, and as a man it was even more a sign of cowardice.

Flexible fingers quickly move on the fretboard, up and down, high and low, the notes staggered out, he is like a piano, faster and faster, but today he has no opponent, and he is only competing with the demon in his heart, maybe he is destined to be a lonely shadow in the spotlight but lonely in his heart, some people cheer, but no one understands.

All his abnormalities today stem from the appearance of a person, he quietly watched the woman walk in, but deliberately did not stop the sound of the piano, but he understood that she would not fail to hear the strangeness in his piano sound, maybe she would not understand his expression, maybe she would not read his heart, but she would never be able to detect all the ups and downs revealed in the music, this is the minimum sensitivity of a musician, he was afraid that she would understand, but he seemed to hope that she understood, he was contradictory.

Sure enough, she asked with concern: "Jiang Yumo, what's wrong with you? You can't hear such an obvious mistake?" At some point, she began to call him by his name instead of Teacher Jiang, and at some point, she began to talk to him casually, not just in general greetings. She felt that this person was familiar like an old friend who had known each other for a long time, but she would not have thought that all the unusual things about this meticulous man today were only because of one person, and that person was herself.

He snorted lightly and didn't answer, don't you know what's wrong with me? Yes, she wouldn't know that he had become the hottest conversation at the party that night, she wouldn't have known that he had reluctantly watched her entanglement with other men, she wouldn't have known where his heart was broken, she wouldn't have known everything, just because she had never cared about him.

His heart was flooded with anger, he still played the piano, and the dance of his fingers could not stop the gaze of his deep eyes, his eyes involuntarily followed the beautiful woman, her hair was coiled behind her head because of the heat, the scattered strands of hair hung down, she raised her hand to hold it, revealing a large section of the swan-like neck, the beautiful arc slowly extended to the woman's delicate collarbone, his eyes were a little hesitant, but he was still staring at her, the landing point of that gaze was a mark that he was too familiar to be familiar with, this time it was not as terrible as the last time, it was shallow, only like petals dotted on the woman's fair skin, not only not obscene, was full of endless beauty, and he suddenly thought of a word: bright as peach blossoms.

She didn't seem to notice Jiang Yumo's gaze, she came just to explain the night's farewell, but he played the piano frantically as if he was indulging in music, not giving her a chance to speak at all, she was bored lying on the back of the chair, unconsciously watching him play the piano, a pair of small hands supporting her cheeks, with each strong and weak beat, her head was beating differently, like a winding doll.

Jiang Yumo's heart was once again powerless to struggle, and Alice who fell into the dream was right in front of him, but he knew that there would always be a time when she would wake up from a dream, but at that time she would return to that man, and he was crazy with jealousy.

Chuxia deliberately searched for the topic, even though she knew that it was rude to interrupt his piano, but it seemed even more rude if she didn't apologize to him, she asked with a smile, "This paragraph is different from Yo-Yo Ma's version, right?"

"You say, isn't that melody in the opening part a bit noisy?"

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"What exactly do you want to say?" Jiang Yumo suddenly interrupted her rambling and rambling questioning loudly, those words had no meaning, not even a little relevance.

Hatsu bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry. ”

In fact, this is all she wanted to say, but her sorry voice brought more harm to this man, he suddenly laughed wildly, Chu Xia was so frightened that he quickly stood up, she stretched out her hand and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but her leg accidentally hit the chair, impartially, and it was the scar from the cigar burning.

"Ahh

The sound pierced into his heart, he turned around with a bad premonition, and sure enough, the beloved bow fell to the ground in despair, there was no life, no more life of art, Jiang Yumo's heart ached, it was like a weapon on his battlefield, and he really lost his armor today.

Jean Woman, he hesitated for a few seconds before making a decision, and when he took that first step, he finally understood, and he told himself that he cared so much about her.

He crouched down and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

She nodded with tears in her eyes, her eyes innocent like a child.

He looked at her leg again, the scar was so obvious that it was distressing, and he clenched his fists for a long time before he said, "Why?"

She looked at him in bewilderment, tears swirling, but she could still see the concern on his face.

Gathering his courage, he finally said, "Why? He abused you like this, and you still have to be with him? It was he burned, right? And the scar on your wrist that day, it couldn't have been intimacy, he beat you, he abused you?"

He felt distressed, and his hand couldn't help but gently caress the scar, but at this moment he heard the sound of the glass breaking, and then a voice that was very familiar to early summer: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yumo's hand stopped on Chu Xia's lap, forgot to retract it, Chu Xia turned her head, Jasmine's face was full of doubts, the ground in front of her was full of coffee, she tried to return to normal, squeezed out a smile and said: "Jiang Yumo, no •••••• no kind of •••••• coffee, only this, but now this is gone••••••