It's good not to be angry.

The safest answer is that I'm not really angry, and fundamentally, your business has nothing to do with me. It's just a temporary co-living under the same roof, and it is your own business to choose what kind of road to embark on, no matter how unspeakable the future is in the distance and at the end, the ups and downs must be borne by one person.

But the young girl's soft breath was warm on her arm, and her fine chestnut hair fell on her shoulders with lingering weight, like a small animal with its fangs and claws gathered obediently beside him. Fu Yufeng closed his eyes and suddenly didn't want to say that.

People are not plants and trees, and they can't be indifferent to everything that has happened. He admired Ji Qianyu's pride and stubbornness when he first saw her, and when he met her again, he pitied her difficult and difficult situation, and now he can't help but feel soft because of her weak posture.

After all, this is a very dangerous idea: she feels that she deserves to be treated better, so when that better is not yet coming, she simply fills the void first, and lights up a faint fire that flickers on her dark road.

But this is also the most uneasy thing in his heart: this is a girl who deserves better, and he is by no means the best destination.

Three years ago, when he met in Austria, he knew what the future would bring, and he didn't hesitate to know what the future would face.

It's a pity that in this day and now, even if you stay for a moment, you are only afraid that it will be selfish and greedy, and it will be disgusting.

He was silent for a while and didn't speak, and Ji Qianyu didn't speak, leaning on his shoulder steadily, patiently waiting for his response.

However, this response was a bit of a long wait, and she began to wrap her fingertips around the ends of her hair, and after a few loose circles, she pulled out her fingers, letting the soft long hair fall back on Fu Yufeng's white shirt.

Ji Qianyu repeated this small action leisurely, and he also watched silently for a while. The next moment suddenly came back to his senses, Fu Yufeng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and when he put down his hand, he suddenly asked.

"The name Qianyu was given by yourself?"

He asked a little abruptly and thoughtlessly, Ji Qianyu subconsciously answered, and looked up at him after realizing that he began to talk to himself.

"No, it's my mother." She shook her head and shrugged self-deprecatingly, "She gave both of my names, and my dad didn't like me very much since I was born...... Both of these names are too soft, and I guess my mother wanted me to grow up to be a well-known lady with a strict family education, but unfortunately I am a relatively uncompetitive person......"

She spoke alone for a while, and the unnatural pronunciation was a little obvious when she spoke quickly. Fu Yufeng looked at her seriously, shook his head after she finished speaking, and stretched out his hand to touch his lower lip.

"Soft." He repeated, slowly, "Your word is a little weird to pronounce." ”

"Huh? Hmm......" Ji Qianyu blinked, thought for a while, and tried to repeat it.

"Soft-soft."

"What are you doing here, being my Chinese teacher?" Ji Qianyu looked at him unexpectedly, showing an expression that was between curious and funny, "I can't pronounce this sound very well, yes, but are you my guardian, I still have to worry about pronunciation, I've been an adult for a long time-"

"Your name sounds very graphic in Chinese." Fu Yufeng smiled and described to her carefully, "A lot of snow-white down feathers are flying all over the sky, or a bird that looks clean and fluffy, it does sound and read very soft. ”

"Well, and then what?" Ji Qianyu thought about his words for a while, and puffed up his face unhappily, "I know that I am not worthy of my name-"

"Nope. Even with such a soft name, there is an unruly little girl underneath...... It's also a very good name. ”

"Thousand feathers."

No one had ever said her name so lowly and tactfully, with a little bit of an almost murmuring voice, like a feather fluttering down on her heart, and there was a shuddering hum.

A hint of blush appeared on his face uncontrollably, Ji Qianyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't move as he leaned over and approached her.

Then he bent his knuckles and tapped her on the forehead.

This blow was neither light nor heavy, but it was confusing. Ji Qianyu looked at him a little stunned, and didn't know how to respond, but he was pressed by his palm to hold the part that had just been knocked out, and gently rubbed it a few times.

"So don't be so willful in the future." He sighed and said, "Be gentle and give yourself some leeway." ”

"You should be like a soft and tough feather, let the rain blow through the wind. Instead of standing there forever, after all, it is too rigid and easy to break, and it is better to act a little more way out than to live every day like a gamble. ”

“…… Well. Ji Qianyu replied sullenly, lowering his eyes and nodding, rare softness and obedience. Fu Yufeng smiled, and also knew that this kind of thing was not forced overnight, and could only be changed subtly. So he didn't force her to say anything, stood up and asked her, "I haven't eaten since last night, are you hungry?" What do you want to eat? ”

Ji Qianyu thought for a while: "White porridge, the others are a little too much to eat." ”

I guessed so. Fu Yufeng nodded, and couldn't help but say again: "When you encounter this kind of thing in the future, don't carry it alone...... I'm not encouraging you to have a next time, but don't be afraid to cause trouble, others will only worry more about you like this. ”

Good. Ji Qianyu bent his eyes and responded with a smile, Fu Yufeng walked out of the piano room and went to the kitchen to cook porridge. He was also self-reliant during his years of studying and performing in Austria, and his cooking skills were not very good, but he had no problem with his stomach. Right now, I'm busy in the kitchen, and my back coincides with what I looked like in a simple rental house.

Now the soft sunlight is pouring in warmly, and it is not the same as the dim lights of the original simple rental house. This back is becoming more and more clean, almost jagged.

It is this thin back that firmly holds up her world.

Ji Qianyu slipped out and stood at the door, looking far away in the direction of the kitchen for a while. When I got back to the piano room, I put my hand on the keys, and I didn't think much about it, and the smooth and lively music was already ringing.

After falling in love with a pianist, she seems to have become accustomed to using music to clear her chaotic thoughts. Grieg's Piano Concerto in A minor, with its rich Scandinavian □□, romantic and beautiful, a bit like a Norwegian folk song, the romance of Northern Europe can't wait to flow out when the keys are pressed, lively and bright, and lingering.

The girl playing the piano did not have a flower-like smile on her face at this time, she lowered her eyes quietly, her eyes cast a thick shadow on her face, immersed in the murmuring music, sweet and sad.

Even if she is really soft and tough feathers, no one understands it except the wind.

And the wind she encountered was too elusive, she was already like a floating feather without roots, let the wind blow wherever it went, but she was afraid that the other party would still only treat her as a hurried passer-by on the journey.

Sadly, even so, she was powerless to shake it, and she didn't want to break free.

Ji Qianyu did what she said, and she didn't go to school the next day, and concentrated at home on reading her review materials for the Baoyan exam. The external statement is very official, and there is no way to find fault with it: the face has been scratched, and he is concentrating on recuperating at home.

As a real beauty, such a statement is not only reasonable, but also arouses widespread sympathy from others. As for what exactly happened to her face, there are different opinions, and the proponents of various factions of rhetoric almost fought on the campus BBS.

Ji Qianyu didn't know anything about this, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it. She waited intently for news from Principal Zhang, and finally waited for a decent response on the sixth day.

Du Ruoxiao issued a public apology for her publication in the newspaper, although the reason was unclear and the space was extremely limited, right next to the loss of her student ID card in the newspaper, but this struggle ended with Ji Qianyu's victory again, and it also made her once again enter the public eye of teachers and students.

Now everyone knows that although this blue-eyed international student has no background, he acts extremely ruthlessly and ruthlessly, and he must not be provoked lightly. If she weren't really good-looking, maybe it would have evolved into some campus thriller legend. Ji Qianyu didn't care about this, she finally returned to school after the dust settled on the results, and spent a lot of time in the studio every day.

This is also something that can't be helped, the unexpected things that took up too much time before, and completely destroyed her original plan, and her original methodical schedule was disrupted, and when she reappeared at school, the deadline for the school anniversary exhibition was imminent.

Fortunately, she had already decided what she wanted to paint, and she had always had a vague idea in her heart, and although it was tedious to paint and color in detail, it was still within the trouble that she could handle. Ji Qianyu went out early and returned late to sketch and paint in the studio, and the paintings to be handed in finally had an exact appearance day by day. It was another weekend morning, Ji Qianyu took the key to open the door of the studio, and was suddenly stunned when he stepped into the door.

Since the final coloring work, she has asked the professor for a small studio, and the keys are kept by herself, and she can only enter and exit by herself. It is taboo to be disturbed when engaging in art, and the professor understands it very well and gives her the green light.

And when she walked into the studio this morning, the first thing she felt was that someone had come in after she left.

This ominous speculation was quickly confirmed, Ji Qianyu looked at her painting, and on the manuscript that was almost about to take shape, miscellaneous lines were messily painted all over the painting, showing her hard work for half a month-

It was completely destroyed.