The two of them stood in the cemetery relatively silently, surrounded by cold stone monuments, and their ears were slightly gusting with the oncoming wind.

"Xiao Luo, are you okay?" a fashionably dressed young woman came up and walked directly to Yan Luo's side.

This is Yan Luo's cousin and agent, Song Weici.

An extremely well-known gold medal agent in the industry, Yan Luo can have today's fame, half of the credit is due to her talent, and half of the credit is due to Song Weici.

"I'm alright, Sister Weizi. Yan Luo nodded obediently at Song Weici.

"Xiaoluo, it's almost time, it's time for us to go to Dr. Cheng. Song Weici turned her head to look at Si Moqian on the side, she knows something about this man, this is a good brother by Qi Linfeng's side, Song Weici is different from Yan Luo, she is an agent with a wide range of connections, a character like Si Moqian, she naturally recognizes it at a glance.

"Mr. Si, I'm sorry, we're leaving. ”

"Let's go, Sister Weizi. Yan Luo walked down directly, without a trace of attachment.

"Xiaoluo, your piano ......" Song Weici hurriedly caught up.

"It was originally given to me by Brother Linfeng, but now he doesn't want me anymore, what am I doing with it, besides, I ...... I won't be able to play the piano again. "Today may be the last time she plays.

The wind was too strong to blow away her words, and what stayed between Si Moqian's snort was the faint fragrance of plants and flowers, very faint, but very good.

Si Moqian walked over and saw the coffee-colored violin with a word on the end.

Yan Luo's violin, a violin that has accompanied her on countless international stages, was abandoned in the cold stone monument.

After a closer look, I found that one of the original four strings was broken.

The raindrops fell big and big, one by two on the piano, and then fell bigger and bigger, crackling on the piano.

——

Sanhuo Garden is a well-known psychotherapy center.

After receiving two hours of treatment, Yan Luo lay on the rattan chair, looking at the heavy rain outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, crackling on the flowers and leaves in the yard, a little distracted, a calm pale little face, unable to see any emotion, like a soulless doll.

After Song Weici sent Yan Luo over, she went to deal with her own affairs, she is a professional artist agent, and she has more than one Yan Luo in her hands.

Coupled with Yan Luo's current situation, her concert this year has been postponed or stopped directly, and many things have to be dealt with by Song Weici.

"Are you better?" Cheng Yan handed her a glass of hot milk.

"Thank you, Dr. Cheng. Yan Luo took the hot milk and glanced at this young man gratefully, he was an excellent psychiatrist who had returned to China and a good friend of Song Weici, so he was so relieved to hand over Yan Luo to him for treatment.

After all, once any artist is known to be infected with mental illness, his artistic career will suffer a serious setback, Yan Luo is only 22 years old, and the stage that belongs to her is really open, and she can't lose it all so early.

More than a month ago, Yan Luo received the news of Qi Linfeng's death, and was still on the plane to see her in Vienna, the stimulation was too great, so that she couldn't bear it at all, and went straight to a coma, and woke up three days later, the whole person was completely mentally disordered, and once believed that Qi Linfeng was not dead, and also had thoughts of suicide, which is a manifestation of depression.

Song Weici was afraid that something would happen to Yan Luo, so he quickly contacted Cheng Yan in China, and booked a plane ticket to fly Yan Luo from Vienna back to Ancheng to see Cheng Yan that night.

"Doctor Cheng, do you really believe that the soul can support dreams?" Yan Luo took a sip of milk, and the warm fishy smell still made her frown wrinkle.

"Just now, I dreamed of Mr. Qi again, and he told you that he is not dead, right?" Cheng Yan sat on the chair next to him and communicated with her in a very gentle tone.