Pei Yanchen looked at Feng Jun's laptop in front of her silently, and Cheng Xiaoyu on it was talking about flirting skills. At this time, she was not the only one, but many people from the school symphony orchestra were also quietly looking back not far away, that is, watching the video, and watching these two gossip men and women with different looks.

When the video was played to the end, Cheng Xiaoyu looked indifferent, smiled slightly, and said to a group of people, "Then you are ready to run naked." There was a burst of laughter, and then the picture shook and went black. Pei Yanchen stretched out his hand to turn off the video that he hadn't missed for a second, and calmly looked at Feng Jun, who was complacent, and said, "Hmm, so what? What do you want to sue me? He is not the first to bet on me, and he will not be the last." Do you think I'll mind?"

Feng Jun sneered and said, "I want to sue you, he is a liar, his approach to you is planned, your black material is that he found someone to put it on the Internet, he is acting by stealing things from the supermarket for you, and he is also acting when he writes this violin concerto for you, his motives are not pure at all"

Pei Yanchen could still stay calm when she heard what Feng Jun said earlier, and she was already mentally prepared when she watched the video, but when she heard that this violin concerto was really Cheng Xiaoyu's work, she finally couldn't help but get up from her chair and said, "What did you just say?"

Feng Jun thought that Pei Yanchen couldn't hold back and exploded, and said in an accentuated tone, "He approached you, but he just regarded you as a plaything, to him you are just a game, everything he did was premeditated, put your black history, steal things for you, write music with you, this qiē was planned by him, you were deceived, Pei Yanchen." ”

Pei Yanchen only had one piece of information scrolling back and forth in his mind. The person next door was really him, it was really him, she stared at Feng Jun's eyes and said in surprise, "You mean this violin concerto was written by Cheng Xiaoyu?"

Feng Jun realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. A little surprised, he looked at Pei Yanchen and muttered, "Don't you know? How could you not know that this piece of music was the work of Cheng Xiaoyu? Didn't he leak the score to you?"

Pei Yanchen didn't know whether she was happy or sad at the moment, or that it was more appropriate to have mixed feelings, she said to Feng Jun, "Do you know? senior, I don't care about his deception at all, yes, even if Cheng Xiaoyu is a liar, so what? Am I not also a black/dao girl who smokes, fights, and is also not so honest? So. Thank you for letting me understand who my scum is the best match. Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Feng Jun didn't expect that this would not make Pei Yanchen wake up, he couldn't accept such an ending, he couldn't believe that this was the answer of the proud Pei Yanchen, he reached out and grabbed Pei Yanchen's arm like crazy and said, "Pei Yanchen, how can you be like this? I have known you since you entered your freshman year, and in the first semester, I brought flowers to the bottom of your dormitory every day, waiting for you rain or shine." I treat everyone in your dormitory very well, invite them to dinner, and ask them to take care of you. I'll send you a little joke every night. I hope to make you laugh, and I have never stopped persevering until now. In order for you to become the principal of the Academy Symphony Orchestra, I would rather quit. and make it perfect for you. I know that you want to study in Germany, I have studied German hard, I have done so many things for you, why can't I compare to that liar Cheng Xiaoyu? Why? Just because he can write this kind of second-rate music?" As he spoke, Feng Jun's tears flowed, he once thought that he could die for her, or that he could die for love, but in fact, love can't kill people, so many such deep pains come more from unwillingness and can't get.

Feng Jun felt that he had been stripped of his heart by the girl he loved again and again, and he had given so much. He didn't know wishful thinking. It's like pouring water in the palm of your hand, no matter how hard you try to stay. After all, it still has to flow through the fingers, bit by bit, and there is nothing left.

Pei Yanchen looked at Feng Jun, who completely disregarded his face in front of everyone, and his tears flowed wantonly, in the eyes of everyone's pity and pity, in the voice of everyone shouting "together", he pushed away his hand holding his shoulder and said coldly, "I haven't been moved yet, you yourself are moved first?" After finishing speaking, Pei Yanchen looked around at the dressing room, and the people around him who were watching the play immediately turned their heads back, pretending to be doing something else.

Pei Yanchen bent down and slowly walked out of the dressing room with his piano case in his hand, leaving Feng Jun, who was so grief-stricken that he didn't know what to do, and the members of the symphony orchestra who had witnessed the show. (BGM NetEase Cloud "I'm Still in Winter")

Walking out of the dressing room, Pei Yanchen's hands began to tremble, she was chilling all over, and she felt that she was lost in the dark forest. The confrontation seemed to take all her strength, she hurried to the bathroom, closed the door, took out her phone, and looked at the only phone in the address book, shivering.

She knows far more than Feng Jun, she hasn't forgotten about Cheng Xiaoyu and her past, one by one, those details buried in the moonlight rushed out, almost forcing her to breathe. She was almost certain that these were all nets woven by Cheng Xiaoyu, and that she was nothing more than a prey trapped in the nets and struggling under his crosshairs.

But she didn't hate Cheng Xiaoyu at all, she felt that this was retribution, and she also felt sad. Like the elk he abandoned in the boundless wasteland, like the goldfish he released in the endless sea, like the bird he wanted to be imprisoned in the basement by him. She didn't want to deal with these calculations from him, she wanted to sue him, she had long given up resisting the ill-intentions of fate, and if all tenderness came from his lies, she was willing to believe it.

Pei Yanchen leaned against the door of the bathroom, wisps of scattered thoughts, no matter whether Cheng Xiaoyu deliberately disappeared or not, she had the responsibility to play this music that belonged to her, and this sad story was really a perfect foil, whether it was ancient or modern, in the gap between time and reality, youth and beauty, like air-dried paper.

She hid in the bathroom alone, she couldn't listen to a single word of the symphony in the theater, her heart was like a mess, the hands of the watch were also moving fast, the music that Cheng Xiaoyu had played echoed in her mind, and finally it all became this last concerto, but the concerto of the two came to an abrupt end in the most joy, even though she knew that the tune behind was so unbearable, but she still greedily wanted to listen to it. She cherishes her love for Cheng Xiaoyu and is as cautious as a thief with stolen goods.

Finally, a voice shouting her name came from the corridor, Pei Yanchen looked at the table below, knowing that it was not far from his own stage, he habitually flushed the water in the bathroom, and then walked out and practiced smiling in the mirror at the door.

Looking at her smile in the mirror, she was very disdainful that Feng Jun would cry, even if she was regarded as a flood beast, even if she became a laughing stock, she had never shed a single tear, and she had not cried since her biological father died when she was ten years old.

She knew very well that there was no empathy in the world. You feel like your heart is broken, and your liver and intestines are broken, but in fact, others can't experience it at all.

When others look at you with a miserable expression, they sympathize for a while, and then they should be comfortable and comfortable, and they should be happy and happy, because you are you, I am me, he is him, our hearts, our flesh grows on each of us.

Sweet and sour, the taste of oneself is only understood by oneself. She has never been accustomed to pinning her hopes on others, nor does she expect others to understand her feelings, since she was a child, she has understood that no matter how loud she cries, it is in vain, and if she can't ask for it, she can't ask for it after all, don't blame others for being cold-blooded, blame yourself for being defenseless.

When she walked to the dressing room, she ran into Shi Chuanyang, who was looking for her, and when she came over, Shi Chuanyang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Pei Yanchen, you really scared me to death, no one has your phone, and no one has seen you for so long just now." I don't know what happened to you and Feng Jun, but you must adjust your condition! ”

Pei Yanchen smiled at Shi Chuanyang, like a blooming snowflake, beautiful and short-lived and cold, "Don't worry, President, I have never been in such a good state as I am now." ”

Shi Chuanyang saw that Pei Yanchen's expression really didn't show anything unusual, so he put his mind at ease and said, "Hurry up and wait for the backstage of the theater, the glory of the hundred years of today's drama will be pinned on you." ”

Pei Yanchen nodded, carrying the piano case and walking in the corridor leading to the back door of the theater, her shadow folded and danced with the angle of the light, obviously the darkest self, but she needed the soothing of the light to be tireless.

Pei Yanchen pushed open the somewhat heavy fire door, and the theater was full, rows of spotlights illuminated the stage, the Hannover Conservatory Symphony Orchestra had just finished playing and was walking down the stage, and the dazzling Dragon TV host was standing on the stage and was about to announce the curtain.

She looked at the script in her hand and said, "Here is the Shanghai Opera Symphony Orchestra to bring their finale, this violin concerto originates from the well-known ancient romantic love story in China."

Liao Dongneng told the students to hurry up to the stage, before Pei Yanchen walked up, Liao Dongneng smiled at Pei Yanchen, and just wanted to encourage her, but Pei Yanchen opened his mouth first, "Dean Liao, is Cheng Xiaoyu here?"

At this time, the host also said loudly, "The author of this work is Cheng Xiaoyu, a freshman in our freshman year of opera, is he on the scene?"

The host looked at the audience for a moment, but no one stood up, so he could only say "It doesn't seem to be there"

Liao Dongneng turned his head and said, "I don't know why he wants me to hide it from you until now, but his concern for you is true, I think he must be silently watching you somewhere." ”

Pei Yanchen smiled, took off his long cotton clothes, picked up the violin and bow from the piano case and walked towards the stage.

Wearing a white gauze skirt, she is like a staggering butterfly, standing in the spotlight, standing in the chief position, standing in the center of the focus, Pei Yanchen has never been so radiant, she knows that this moment is the pinnacle of life he gave her, she believes that her beauty will bloom like fireworks at this moment, even if she burns into ashes from then on, she can't bloom for anyone. She also wants him to know that he is proud of himself when he turns into dust, and that even if he is broken, he does not need your mercy and mourning.

(Asking for a vote for the senior sister) (To be continued.) )