Chapter 58: I haven't seen her for a few days, so I miss her like this

Song Ziheng's heart tightened, but he didn't have a superfluous expression, just nodded, looking indifferent and calm.

Chu Mingyao rubbed his hair, and his voice was gentle: "Ziheng, it's good to make more friends, but I can't say your name." After all, you know that it's messy out there, and your identity is special, so it's not good if you are taken advantage of by someone with a heart. ”

Song Ziheng continued to nod, his eyes quiet.

Chu Mingyao looked at him fixedly for a few seconds, and then said, "This weekend, I have nothing to do, let's go on an outing together, and when we come back, we will stop by to see my parents." ”

Song Ziheng was shocked, he didn't know if the girl he met today would also go to the cemetery, if he bumped into ......

He thought of something and wrote on the paper: "Big brother, I don't want to go out on the weekend, I want to draw a design draft at home." ”

Chu Mingyao smiled: "You are really the same as your sister, she used to like to stay at home all day long, and it is not easy to ask her to go out! Okay, it's up to you, I'll go next time." ”

He looked at Song Ziheng for a while before turning around and leaving.

In the room, the young man picked up the water glass next to him and drank water, only then did he realize that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

That night, Song Yiren sat in the fountain square in the center of Ningcheng City, looking at the neon sky, and already knew in his heart that Song Ziheng would not be able to come.

Chu Mingyao was so careful! She felt a faint chill in her heart, and for a while, the whole person seemed to be surrounded by a chill.

Here, it is the bustling business district of Ningcheng, with a beautiful musical fountain in front of her, and a huge LED screen above her head, spanning the east and west sides of a street. On the huge screen dome, a music video is playing.

At the end of the song, the screen gradually darkens, and then soft music plays, and with it, snowflakes begin to fall on the screen.

Artificial light and shadow snowflakes descended from the dome, and white light and shadow fell like catkins, enveloping the entire street.

Suddenly, the traffic on the road slowed down, and the whole world seemed to be dyed with indescribable romance because of this 'snow'.

Song Yiren stood up, raised his fingers, and saw those snow-white lights and shadows falling from between his fingers, piece by piece, stained with her long hair and eyelashes, and then disappeared.

There was light in her eyes, and her voice was very soft, as if she was only saying to herself: "Ziheng, it's snowing......"

And at this moment, on the bustling road, in a black car, Pei Jun in the passenger seat opened his mouth to Gong Lingye behind him: "President, this street in Ningcheng is really distinctive......

Hearing this, Gong Lingye raised his gaze from the document and looked out the window......

"Parking. Gong Lingye commanded.

The driver wondered why the boss suddenly stopped the car, but he slowed down and parked the car smoothly on the side of the street.

"You go back to the hotel. Gong Lingye said, put down the file, only took the mobile phone and opened the car door.

Pei Jun in front was still hesitating: "President, you ...... yourself"

"I'll go back on my own. Gong Lingye said, and had already walked towards the snowy sky.

He stood on one side of the street, his gaze resting on the delicate figure on the other.

He had never seen her like this, and the whole person was bathed in that white light and shadow, and his hand was raised reverently to catch the snowflakes that did not have a cold touch.

She stood there quietly, and her whole person seemed to be the only silence in this world.

In the stereos on both sides of the big screen overhead, there was a low-magnetic singing: "Gently, it falls on the palm of my hand." Quietly, frozen in the palm of your hand. Meeting is destined in a previous life. Pain and taste, taste the pleasure. ”

Song Yiren stood in the flying snow, his eyes dazed for a moment.

"Obviously, the words are so chilling. Pretend, that's just a warning. Tears are over, and I can't believe it. In this life, life is as thin as paper. ”

Gong Lingye crossed the road and looked at the girl who was only seven or eight meters away from him. He didn't step forward, just stared at her indifferently.

The music continues: "I listened slowly, the sound of snow falling, closed my eyes and imagined that it would not stop. You can't get close, it's not too affectionate, it's just greedy for the good scenery outside the window. ”

Song Yiren looked at a small shop on the side of the street and walked over.

At the door, a two-year-old baby is reaching out to grab the snow, with an innocent smile on his cheeks.

Behind him, a young couple was smiling and saying something, and a few words were written on the plaque above their heads: "Yan Zhao Qinxing." ”

When Song Yiren saw them, a nihilistic smile overflowed from the corners of her lips, and she continued to approach.

Not far behind him, Gong Lingye also followed, but kept a distance of seven or eight meters from her.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the music has already entered the **, and the singer's low-magnetic voice is smeared in the entire street covered with summer snow: "I taste it slowly, the sound of the snow falling, as if you are sticking to me called Qingqing." When I opened my eyes, the snow in the sky was merciless, who would pay for the good times of this life......"

When Gong Lingye heard the last sentence, she couldn't help but raise her head and look at the big screen above her head.

At this moment, his eyes were occupied by snowflakes, knowing that they were all artificial lights and shadows, but he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the pieces of crystal hexagons.

"Who will pay for the good situation in this life......"

Song Yiren sighed lightly and walked to the door of the piano shop.

"Hello, are you here to see the piano?" asked the young woman.

Song Yiren shook his head, hesitated for two seconds, and spoke: "Can I borrow your piano to play?"

The woman was a little confused, but she nodded immediately: "Okay!"

After speaking, she picked up the baby at the door: "Baby, let's listen to the beautiful sister play the piano!"

The little one obviously prefers to play in the snow, so he twists his body and is reluctant to go in.

Song Yiren was already sitting in front of the piano at this moment.

She raised her hand, and her white, slender fingertips landed on the keys.

And at this time, the song has just ended, but the snow is still flying, enveloping this romantic city.

Gong Lingye looked at Song Yiren who was diagonally facing him at the door, his gaze passed through the crystal snowflakes and fell on her face.

Her expression was quiet, but he read a certain sad flavor.

The familiar melody flowed in his ears, and it was the song "The Sound of Treading Snow" that he missed.

He heard her play the piano on the phone that day, and he imagined what it would be like.

He thought about it a lot, but only at this moment did he realize that all his imagination seemed too pale and thin compared to her now.

She sat there silently, her face coated in a soft glow by the lights of the piano shop. Behind her was a strange patch of light, the neon color like the sky flowing fire, and the snow-white crystal plating the whole world with a layer of haze.

He stood in the snow, his eyes fixed on her, listening to the recital she had given him.