The Lost Fragment - When there is only one person, for whom is that heart-wrenching song sung?

In the early morning, when the city began to revive again, the dazzling sunlight was once again piercing through the cracks in the blinds as it had been yesterday, and although it was only half past six, the sun seemed to be more enthusiastic than at any other time during the hottest time of summer, and the temperature was very good and the duration was bonus. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So, now it would not be wrong to say that the morning sun is warm.

And the room, with its shutters, also brightened with the penetration of sunlight, and it was not difficult to see that it was a bedroom, to be precise, a girl's bedroom, and that there was almost no furnishings or decoration in a room full of light fragrance, and it was unacceptable that there would be such a bedroom in such a high-class apartment that would make you lose confidence at first sight. Maybe even if you are an old person, you will not be able to sleep because you will always feel that you are lacking.

As the sun slowly rose, the sunlight shining through the blinds slowly changed its position, and at one point, the face of a young girl appeared in the sunlight.

Leaning on his side, lying on the bed and exhaling evenly, his hands on the pillow, he slept deeply.

It was a stunning face, white skin that could almost bounce back the sun, long eyelashes that covered the lightly closed eyes, a small nose, thin pink lips, and even the ears that were covered by jet-black and shiny short hair and occasionally visible from the gap were as eye-catching as crystal. If I had to define her beauty, it would probably be the favor of Venus.

If anyone is lucky enough to see such a scene at this time, it is understandable to exclaim, "The legendary Sleeping Beauty is nothing more than that."

Then, an electronic ringtone rang, and the girl opened her eyes in response, sat up slowly, and took out a mobile phone from under the pillow, confirmed the time and turned off the ringtone. After the quilt on her body slowly slid down from her body, revealing the simple nightdress she was wearing, from her collarbones to her shoulders and two slender and watery arms also appeared in the air, she curled up slightly, held her knees with both hands, leaned her head lightly on it, and said to the room where there was no one

[Good morning...]

It's an ethereal sound like a cave falling from a height into a pool of water, so perfect that even Grandet would give it a perfect score, and one would always wonder if it could produce such a perfect tone without the use of modern technology. It was as if the moment the voice sounded, the soul was washed away, whether it was filthy or filthy.

However, at this moment, no one responded to this wonderful greeting from nature, and after a second or two of wandering around the room, it completely disappeared into thin air.

As if accustomed to such a result, her expression was as calm as when she first opened her eyes, as calm as an Antarctic glacier that has not changed for 10,000 years—blooming its own beauty in absolute freezing, a beautiful lotus blooming on the top of a snow-capped mountain. There was a brief silence, and after about a minute or two, she finally moved slowly and walked to the hanger to take off the sports short.

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After doing the usual workout, Yeyue gently wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel hanging around his neck and walked down the treadmill towards the bathroom, this bedroom that was originally used as a guest room was converted into a room dedicated to exercise, which was arranged by Yeyue herself, because this apartment is very large, in addition to her own bedroom, there are three remaining bedrooms, one of which has been converted into the gym where she is now, and one has been converted into a music room, only the one opposite her bedroom has been well placed as a bedroom, for Yeyue herself, even if it is just a bedroomBecause there is no way that anyone will stay here or borrow it, and the only bedroom that remains is only kept for one person.

After walking out of the bathroom, Yeyue changed into the nightdress again, did not choose the clothes for going out, sat down at the desk, and quietly looked at the photo placed in the middle of the desk that was beautifully framed.

This is a photo of her when she was only six years old, the photo shows her wearing a pink princess dress, and holding a certificate in her hand, which is the scene when she won the first place in the oral arithmetic competition, and there is a little boy with an unconvinced face next to her who is staring at her with "vicious" eyes, wearing a first-grade uniform, although the eyes are vicious, but the face looks a little flustered because he is holding his head with his other hand... Sure enough, is it because he was forced to pull him on the podium?

As if thinking of something interesting, Yeyue couldn't help but smile from the corners of her mouth, her eyes softened a little, and her cold cheeks also loosened, but when the memory was interrupted and the picture frame was put back in place, it changed to the same cold appearance as before.

[Whew...]

After a short period of stunned, Yeyue sighed softly, shook her head again, and then opened the drawer at the bottom left of the desk, and carefully took out a piece of paper folded into a small rectangular piece from it.

Place it on the desk and slowly open it with both hands along the fold line - every step is as careful and careful as a nurse nursing a newborn baby.

After spreading it out completely, Yeyue smiled again as she looked at the dense handwriting on it

What is written above... It's a song.

The handwriting is distorted and immature, and there are even some typos, and even the arrangement is not neat. Say it's a song... It's better to say it's just a limerick poem - if... If it wasn't marked by rows of staves.

It was marked word by word by Yeyue, and even she didn't know how much time it took, maybe a week, a month, or a year, or two years, and she didn't know how many sheets of carbon paper she used to communicate, and how many times she played the piano for it.

After looking at the yellowed music carefully, he smiled and slowly walked to the music room.