CHAPTER XIX

"The name Liszt came out of your mouth, and I am ashamed of Liszt!" Although she no longer struggled, Tang Xiyue also endured the nausea in her heart, just to survive the time of this song. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If Liszt had a spirit in heaven, it would be the glory of his life to say his name from my mouth."

"Huh!" Tang Xiyue couldn't cry or laugh, she had seen shameless people, but it was indeed the first time that she was so shameless that Ye Huan was so shameless. In fact, she also liked this piece and longed for Liszt, the great musician. And Liszt's tragic love story made Tang Xiyue often burst into tears when listening to this dream of love.

What a romantic thing it must be to have a wonderful night, a wonderful piano music, and a man you like. Now the first two are available, but the man holding himself is a shameless villain.

"What a romantic thing it is to have a wonderful night, a beautiful piano music, and a woman you like." Ye Huan said: "Miss Tang must think the same way, right?" ”

Tang Xiyue was hit hard, and her liver and intestines were in severe pain.

"A gentleman like you is also worthy of talking about music, I'm afraid you'll only drag a few awkward musicians and tunes to pick up girls. Do you understand? ”

"I don't know where Miss Tang's prejudice against me came from, but it's actually easy to understand." Ye Huan said: "But it's just an ordinary dream of love, I can barely understand it." ”

Tang Xiyue sneered: "Then tell me, what is this dream of love about?" ”

"Piano, do it all over again." Ye Huan smiled and snapped his fingers at the pianist.

"Yes, Ye Shao."

The music stopped and started playing again, Tang Xiyue was stunned, the song was about to end, and he could finally get rid of Ye Huan, but now he started again.

Tang Xiyue wanted to break away, and pushed it over with both hands, but was held by Ye Huan and placed on his shoulder. His hands were wrapped around again, and he was wrapped around Tang Xiyue's waist lightly or heavily.

Raising his head, those Danfeng eyes looked at him with a smile, as if admiring the most exquisite works of art in the world.

"Listen," Ye Huan said softly: "The wind is coming." ”

"Rainy nights, forests, wooden houses, the back of a man with a slight hunch." Ye Huan only used four images to pull Tang Xiyue from the wind and rain building to the dense forest. Tang Xiyue seemed to be in a jungle, a lonely man sitting under the eaves of a wooden house, watching the dark rainy night, smoking slowly.

Accompanied by a little music, it seems that there is real rain hitting the leaves, and then it bounces up and falls to the ground.

Ye Huan said in a slow voice: "Listen, the rain is still falling, not light, not heavy, not in a hurry, this man is already old, his back is already hunched, and there is white hair on his head." ”

"He may have had a romantic time when he was young, a dashing time with a lot of money, and a romantic affair that made countless young women go crazy, but now he is dying of old age, and there is no one around him. Is he remorseful, angry, or ......"

"Missing." Tang Xiyue spat out two words.

"Yes, the original meaning of the dream of love is to miss." Ye Huan continued softly: "He was thinking of a woman with sunny-like blond hair, a body like flowing water, and a smile like flowers. ”

"Caroline." Tang Xiyue spat out a name. Liszt, known as the king of the piano, had a long life and had countless women, but the most memorable was his love affair with Lady Caroline. In order to fall in love with him, Caroline, a Russian nobleman with 3,000 slaves, was expelled by the Tsar and was not allowed by religion, and the two fell in love all their lives, but they failed to become a couple.

"Listen, he's coughing. Nicotine inhaled into his body, destroying his lungs, and he was old enough that his body could no longer bear the smoke and thoughts. He also doesn't have the strength to be crazy about love when he was young. ”

"The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim.

In the middle of the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the pre-step drips until dawn. Ye Huan slowly recited an ancient poem.

The music is slow, not intense, not exciting, like a little raindrop in the heart.

Her figure was fading away, and her appearance was blurring in the bottom of his heart, but he hadn't forgotten it. Why, can't you forget? Still don't want to forget? ”

"This old man doesn't have much strength anymore, he can't be as crazy as he was when he was young, he can't do anything for love, it's better to forget, at least he can sleep well every day, at least he doesn't have to endure the torment of lovesickness, at least ...... But why does he not forget? ”

Tang Xiyue was silent, and couldn't help but look up at Ye Huan, he spoke silently, his face was as calm as water, like a poet chanting along with music.

The old man in front of him stood up slowly, a down-and-out playboy, a frustrated lonely old man, the wind blowing through his hair, his mottled white hair dancing, his waist bowed slightly, and he coughed violently when the wind blew.

"Listen, it's raining harder." The music suddenly became intense, like a torrential rain beating the earth, and the wind whistling, breaking the branches of the trees and rolling them up into the sky.

The old man kept smoking, the sparks kept shining and disappearing in the night, and he got up from his chair like a badly wounded lion, like a dying veteran.

He still didn't forget, but he didn't want to. Even if you endure the torture of longing day and night, you can't bear to give up the little relief that your thoughts bring. ”

Ye Huan's voice intensified, like a mad poet roaring: "Love, love, love as long as you want, until you enter the ......grave with this love."

In the bitter wind and rain, an old man was full of tenderness, and knocked on Tang Xiyue's heart word by word, and as the notes entered his ears, in an instant, Tang Xiyue burst into tears.

Suddenly there was no sound in her ears, Tang Xiyue raised her head and found Ye Huan smiling at her.

"And then?"

"It's a bad story, and I don't want to make you cry anymore." Ye Huan gently wiped away the tears on Tang Xiyue's eyelashes: "After all, I have already made you cry once." ”

Tang Xiyue was silent, bowed her head, and did not speak. She couldn't believe that what she said just now actually came from Ye Huan's mouth. A gentleman changed his impression in his heart slightly. But this impression did not offset his previous shameless behavior.

suddenly realized that with Ye Huan's narration, he had been dancing with him for a long time. Dancing is a test of the tacit understanding between two people, every move, one step and one retreat, both sides must be in harmony. If there is no tacit understanding, stepping on your feet is a trivial matter, even if you don't know how to step on your feet, you will have an unspeakable discomfort in your heart when you meet someone who has no tacit understanding with you. It feels like an obsessive-compulsive person who has to endure the chaos of order.

And after dancing with Ye Huan for so long, Tang Xiyue didn't notice it, but now she suddenly came back to her senses, and she found that she and Ye Huan had a tacit understanding.