It had been a long time since anyone had called her by this name, and now the boy slowly and methodically rubbed between his lips and teeth, and elegantly spat out lingering syllables, ending with a little laughter, like a cold poisonous snake spitting out a gaudy letter, licking from the back all the way to the throat.

The sound of the piano was like a manic raindrop, densely beating on the heart. The windows were separated by two pairs of blue eyes of different shades looking at each other, both with a dark color in their eyes. Connie, who had meticulously combed his white hair in the driver's seat, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, went around to the co-pilot and respectfully opened the car door, the young man stepped on the ground with his cold metallic Martin boots, stepped down from the car, and stood in front of Ji Qianyu.

He looks young, but he has already grown a lot taller than Ji Qianyu. Lowering his head slightly, he looked her from head to toe in a presumptuous manner, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing a playful smile.

"Diana." He bowed slightly as if singing, took Ji Qianyu's hand, and pushed the back of his hand to his lips, leaving a gentleman's light kiss. The eyes were still smiling, but the words spoken were very different from the expressions.

"I'm so sorry to see you this time, you are still living so stupidly without knowing it."

"It's not your turn to worry about how I'm doing." Ji Qianyu, who had been silent, raised his eyes, and the hand that was kissed lightly by the young man broke free, not retreating, but advancing, all the way through his straight high nose and deep blue eyes, and stopped when he touched his blonde hair.

Then she twisted and tugged hard with her backhand, and in a cry of pain from the young man, she pulled him by the hair and pulled him down, forcing him to bow his head wolfly. Ji Qianyu looked up coldly, his eyes seemed to be cold and frosty, and he said every word calmly and fiercely.

"You arranged these reporters to interview Fu Yufeng?" She stood upright, her head held proud, and looked at the boy with contempt in her eyes, "You're playing with what other people are doing, it's really nasty and stupid, and it doesn't match your usual image of a smart little bastard, Luke." ”

The young man who was choked by the throat regained his composure after being stunned at the beginning, and now he was looking at Ji Qianyu with a smug voice, and he just casually hooked his lips in response to her question.

"The fact that a method can be passed down from generation to generation naturally proves its vitality and viability. Besides, I don't care what the result is, even if Fu Yufeng wins, it has nothing to do with me-"

"After all, I just like to watch my prey trapped in a cage, dying and struggling."

When he said this, his lips were still smiling, but his bony hand was raised leisurely, and he choked Ji Qianyu's throat precisely. Ji Qianyu's fingers that grabbed his hair were clenched, and he took the time to choke his throat harder.

Ji Qianyu slowly felt the unbearable feeling of almost suffocation, and his subordinates clenched more and more fiercely, almost pulling the human skull down. The coldness and disdain in his eyes were devoid of timidity or reduction, let alone the slightest compromise. Connie stood with his eyebrows bowed to the side, and after a few moments he raised his eyes and bowed meaningfully to the two of them.

"Please also ask the young lady and the young master to get along with each other, don't be willful, and don't trouble the gentleman."

The old immortal. Ji Qianyu sneered coldly, and slowly let go of his hand while looking at each other with Luke. The intertwining of sights collided with fierce sparks in the air, and both of them knew at that moment-

The other party really wants his own life.

It's a shame that the so-called father is still alive, and that's the only reason she hasn't been able to kill Luke so far. Ji Qianyu stood with his arms folded and crossed his chest, looked at Connie, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Because of a no-show, Connie, you'll probably need to give me an explanation."

- Before she was taken to the detention center, in addition to vaguely informing Fu Yufeng, she had made a phone call to Connie. And that time, until she was released on bail the next morning, Connie did not come as promised.

She knew that Connie was not from her side, and she might not have much expectation in her heart at that time, but she had to find out why he betrayed him.

Connie did not respond positively to her questioning, but bowed to her again, with impeccable manners: "Excuse me, miss, but fortunately you are still safe and sound, thank the gods for their protection." ”

The gods are a fart, the gods didn't keep her safe or bless her life, and the one who found her in the cold night at one o'clock in the morning was a man who was too busy to take care of herself but warmed her. Ji Qianyu lowered his eyes, and then quickly raised his eyes, and Yun nodded lightly.

"So sure enough, it was your master who made a ghost, where did others get this kind of ability, photographing me when I was working in the blues, sneaking into my studio without knowing it, and even provoking Yan Yi and others who you should have settled a long time ago to deal with me."

"Others really don't have this ability, and they don't have this viciousness."

The smile on Connie's face remained unchanged, and there was only a polite silent response to her words. Luke raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at her with great amusement, his blue eyes full of interest, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if a dark light flowed.

"The one who knows each other best is indeed his enemy, Diana." He raised his hand to pinch Ji Qianyu's chin, lifted her face slightly, and was quickly pinched by her wrist and broke it hard, withdrew his hand as if nothing happened, chuckled and touched the top of her head.

"But it's not hard to guess where you deserve to be dealt with by others."

He spoke lightly, with a slight curvature on his lips, whispering in her ear.

"After all, I got the news of that woman one step earlier, but I came from Austria to see how unbearable you look......"

"Sister."

The familiar feeling of being entangled by a poisonous snake spitting a letter came again, and Ji Qianyu's hands and feet froze in place, and the words "that woman" mentioned by Luke almost grabbed all the attention.

How much does he know?! What does he want to do?! Ji Qianyu tried his best not to let himself choke his throat immediately, and only glanced at him, with an irrepressible voice.

"What do you want to do?"

"Who knows?" Luke shrugged his shoulders casually, looked at Ji Qianyu, and suddenly laughed evilly.

He has a name taken from the Bible, and he usually pretends to be an angel of pure righteousness. Now he unscrupulously laughed at Ji Qianyu with a boundless bloody aura, and his dark blue eyes gradually darkened, as if condensed into a devastating storm in his eyes.

"Anyway, to do what I'm most happy to see—"

"Plunge my enemies into despair."

In Ji Qianyu's knife-like sight, Luke smiled brightly and glanced at Connie casually. Connie knowingly bent down and pulled the car door, and he sat in without looking back. The BMW started quietly, passed Ji Qianyu in the gray-white skylight, and drove away gracefully.

It's been a bitter and severe winter. Ji Qianyu stood in place, breathing deeply and suppressedly, trying to suppress the fishy sweet air that surged from his chest and heart. She pressed her chest, her breath carrying the sound of the wind passing through the air, as if she didn't try her best to breathe, she would die in the next second.

Where did Luke find out about Ji Qiufu? What is the source of information that she has been in this land for more than a year and still has no law, but Luke is far away in Austria and can grasp it all?

Will he find Ji Qiufu before her, and then ......

The thought was like a spiky thorn that quickly pierced herself to the ground of blood. Ji Qianyu hurriedly came back to his senses in the violent heart palpitations, looked left and right, stood in place in a daze, and an indescribable panic rose from the bottom of his heart.

She is not very dependent on other people's character, she has had a long life of nothing, whether it is Fu Yufeng or Ji Qiufu, the encounter is all based on God's gift, and if she misses it, she will only be fated.

But now that these two people are in crisis because of her, Ji Qianyu slowly squatted down, her long chestnut hair hanging down in front of her eyes, and curled up in a ball against Infiniti, never feeling self-hatred.

She was not afraid of experiencing darkness and wind and rain by herself, but she felt extremely panicked about infecting this darkness to the people who brought her light.

I don't know how long it took, but she was gently tapped on the shoulder. Ji Qianyu raised his head, his eyes were fierce and sharp the moment he raised it, but when he saw the face in front of him, he suddenly softened.

"What's wrong? You look ...... Helpless. ”

Fu Yufeng bent down to look at her, and saw that after she raised her head, there were no obvious scars on her face again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in a blink of an eye, he saw a circle of clear finger marks on her white and slender neck, and his eyes tightened again.

"What's the matter with your neck?"

Is the pinched area swollen? Ji Qianyu raised his hand and touched it, and sure enough, he felt a circle of clear finger marks.

Fu Yufeng was still looking at her with concern, her eyes were extremely dry. There were no tears, only sniffing in the cold wind, and winking at him with a smile.

"It's nothing, I saw my half-brother just now, and I didn't suffer a loss."

She shrugged her shoulders, lightly brushed aside the reason, and looked at Fu Yufeng for a while, gradually drowning in the guilt that kept pouring out from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm sorry."

She was silent for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice.

"I probably ...... It's a burden on you. ”

She froze, omitted the confrontation part, and said everything she had learned from a few words of conversation. One of them stood and one squatted, one leaning over and one with his head up. Ji Qianyu maintained the posture just now, looking at him cautiously and stubbornly, not wanting to hide the secret he had just discovered in his heart, nor wanting to cover up the peace with a lie. She carefully explained this qiē to Fu Yufeng as it was, but deep down she was afraid that Fu Yufeng would really blame her.

She had kept her head held high as usual, but she had never put herself in such a low position.

This strong self-esteem tormented her, and her eyes were extremely sore and sad after being open for a long time. She didn't look away, just kept looking at Fu Yufeng, and sank down a little bit in the silence of the other party.

Fu Yufeng left Austria and returned to China, living incognito alone for three years, not hesitating to work as a pianist in obscurity in a midnight bar, and did not want to reappear in the public eye. Now because of Luke's malicious interference, he had no choice but to return to the public eye, and agreed to an appointment with a pair of hands that dragged down his career, not to mention Fu Yufeng, Ji Qianyu asked herself, if anyone did such a thing to herself, then even if she didn't retaliate, she would definitely not forgive.

She has the right to confess, and Fu Yufeng also has reasons not to forgive, which is reasonable and very fair.

But deep down, what are you still looking forward to?

The eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as if they couldn't bear such a weight anymore, Ji Qianyu blinked his eyes very slowly, and before he could open them, his eyes were suddenly covered with a warm hand.

This kind of darkness and temperature are a little familiar, Ji Qianyu's eyelashes trembled in the palm of his hand and swept a few times, as if he was ironed by such a temperature, and slowly hung down steadily.

"You're too tired, don't think about it so much."

Fu Yufeng squatted down in front of her, covered her eyes with his palm, and said gently.

"Not to mention that it's not your fault in the first place, even if it's really something wrong with you, it's hard for anyone to really bear to blame you for being looked at like this."

"A girl's weakness, stubbornness, or tears are their own weapons, which can hurt others or protect themselves to achieve a certain goal." He sighed and said, his hand moved upward, and he gently touched the top of Ji Qianyu's head.

And the girl, who has never used it as a weapon, unconsciously showed such an expression, which was more sincere and difficult to refuse...... It doesn't get any worse, your painting or my hand, your mother's illness or my illness is a given, but it's not the time to be helpless. ”

"I haven't given up yet, and I hope you keep going," he said. ”

That's what she's looking forward to.

Obviously, what I do is not perfect, maybe I have all kinds of problems, and obviously the edges and corners are difficult to approach. But even so, deep down there is still a unconscious expectation that someone will never open their arms to her without any guilt.

Say to her, it doesn't matter.

She had never experienced such selfless warmth, and now she finally got her wish in a man who accepted her gently.

You see, you don't dislike me, and I don't give up on you, how fair and appropriate, you should be together by nature.

Ji Qianyu was silent for a moment, trembling and nodding vigorously. Fu Yufeng's hand was too warm, like a stream of heat slowly surging towards her limbs, dispelling the chill she felt all over her body from the moment she saw Luke, and the whole person slowly woke up from the stiffness.

They stood up, Fu Yufeng opened the car door, and Ji Qianyu waved his hand at him.

"Wait a minute." She said, turning around and hurrying towards the school, "I haven't been here for a few days, take the painting home and paint it-"

She hurried back to the art building and came out of the small studio with her folder. After the media reporters finished digging up the materials, they had already dispersed, and as the school leaders visited the campus, they sat down for the original interview work. She walked out of the school gate and found that Fu Yufeng did not sit in the car, and was leaning outside the car waiting for her.

Her steps suddenly became urgent, from striding to trotting, and running more and more rapidly, and the wind generally blew towards Fu Yufeng.

It was still a cold winter, but because of this running, she even had fine sweat on her forehead. That was after a day of shock, anger, exhaustion, and panic, like a tired bird returning to the nest, when she ran to the smiling Fu Yufeng, it seemed that a tired and chaotic love had faded like a tide, leaving only endless peace of mind, she sat in the passenger seat, held her painting, leaned on Fu Yufeng's hand, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

At that time, she really thought that it would not get any worse.

The next three days were busy.

Paintings often originate from momentary inspiration, but the finished product is never achieved overnight. After establishing the framework, Ji Qianyu took headphones and held a paintbrush all day and night, and scribbled on the drawing paper without sleep or food. Although Fu Yufeng has never learned to paint, he is engaged in art, and his thinking is not too much different, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Ji Qianyu's picture for the first time, and when Ji Qianyu was resting, he listened to the single song "Waltz of Death" that had been looping in her headphones, and he frowned even more.

"While pain and depression produce great art, many times the artist himself suffers." At dinner time on the first day, Fu Yufeng sternly admonished her, "Don't listen for too long, listen to something else besides painting work—how do you think of painting a painting with such a dark tone?" Isn't the one you originally ordered beautiful? ”

The dark blue sea originated from the feeling after the only kiss between her and Fu Yufeng, this kind of thing is always difficult to explain to the person concerned, not to mention that the painting has been destroyed and scratched, and it is impossible to say it directly. Ji Qianyu bit his chopsticks, just wrinkled his nose and smiled lightly.

"That's a special one."

She brushed it off without a trace, and very honestly pointed to the new work in the living room full of crazy lines and crazy color schemes: "I am actually better at painting this kind of painting, maybe deep down I am more ...... this kind of person."

"What kind of logic is this, I play Beethoven and I am a person like Beethoven?" Fu Yufeng looked at her amusedly, obviously feeling helpless about her serious nonsense. But Ji Qianyu's attitude was conveyed, he thought about it, and then asked Ji Qianyu instead, "Then do you mind listening to something else during the break?" ”

Don't mind, Ji Qianyu hurriedly shook her head, and then found that Fu Yufeng was very active and opened the door of the piano room that night, and when she took off her headphones in between paintings, she could always hear all kinds of waltzes, marches, and serenades that were soft and soothing or light and lively......

It is uniformly referred to as chicken soup for the soul.

For such behavior, Ji Qianyu intertwined funny and touching feelings, and recorded Fu Yufeng's good in his heart. Everyone has a yardstick in their hearts, who is good for themselves and who is bad for themselves, everyone knows in their own hearts.

Ji Qianyu not only counted, but also acted very kindly and vengefully, she recorded a big favor from Fu Yufeng in her heart from the beginning of meeting Fu Yufeng, and later this good was remembered more and more, and she never deducted a star and a half.

She knew that she liked Fu Yufeng, and she always felt that she had the ability to control this kind of liking in her heart, but now she counted it well one by one, only to find that this kind of liking had been ingrained in the moisturizing things silently, and she could no longer give it up.

After all, he is such a person who is so easy to be liked, and if you get along with him more, you will find a little bit of proof.

The music allowed her to survive two days and two nights without affecting her mood or losing herself in the frenzied lines of the finished table. It's just that in the dead of night, she sleeps tired after a day of creation, but the light in the piano room is always on.

She woke up suddenly at about three o'clock in the morning, sat dazed for a while, got out of bed, quietly came to the outside of the piano room, opened the door silently, and looked in silently.

On the ceiling of the piano room was an ordinary chandelier, the light was pale and calm, and the cold light of indifference was reflected on the piano.

Fu Yufeng was not playing such a calm and ice-like piece at all, Liszt's "Bell" had a fast and distinct rhythm, and his hands beat densely and vigorously on the piano, as noisy as the drum beat of the second sonata. After a rapid buzz, Fu Yufeng pressed a piano key heavily, and Ji Qianyu's heart also moved violently.

He didn't keep up.

For a pianist, missing a beat, while rare, is not irreparable. He can quietly ignore the past, or he can improvise a piece of brilliance when he makes a mistake, and after the recording, he can be used as a rare easter egg collection by music fans.

Fu Yufeng could do this before, but now, his hands can't keep up.

What's more, the mistake of this shot itself was by no means his unintentional mistake, it was he who tried his best to talk, but in the end he still failed to keep up.

Just like the silent pull three that Ji Qianyu heard that time, after this beat, the performance gradually began to get out of control. The last time I saw such a scene in silence was already heartbreaking, but this time, his hand jumped rapidly on the piano, and the music gradually changed from beautiful to harsh, and gradually transformed into a sharp blade, piercing all the softness until it was dripping with blood.

Fu Yufeng pressed down more than a dozen black and white keys on the piano with ten fingers, and Steinway quieted down amid the humming after letting out a violent wail of helplessness.

Ji Qianyu closed his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't bear to look at it again.

Fu Yufeng still sat in front of the piano with his back straight, and after a long silence, his hand was put back on the piano and pressed it gently.

This time he played "The Song of the Mystery Garden", wrapped in soothing music, as if the depression just now was gone. He sat in front of the piano, playing quietly and gently, but it seemed to pour out a lake full of sorrow from his fingertips. Ji Qianyu listened to this song silently outside the door and closed the door gently.

He didn't need outsiders to bother him now, he hadn't said any of these things, but she knew them.

The deadline was a sunny winter day with thin daylight.

The sun hung in the gray-white sky, looking listless and weak, Ji Qianyu came to the school with the painting on his back, and when he came to the door of the old professor's office, he found that in addition to the old professor, there was another person standing in the office.

She raised her eyebrows silently, stood in the doorway, and knocked twice on the open door. The two people in the office turned their heads to look at her at the same time, Yao Yuling's eyes darkened imperceptibly, and the old professor's face showed obvious joy, beckoning her to come in.

"See you're done with it?" The professor's gaze circled around her face, landed on her folder, and asked cheerfully. Ji Qianyu nodded, took out the painting from the painting folder, and put it on the desk.

"Just in time." She said succinctly, her gaze casually sweeping over another painting on her desk.

"Yao Yuling's level is indeed very high."

"Not bad, right? With these two paintings, our oil painting department can also shine this year. ”

After carefully studying Ji Qianyu's three-day painting, the professor finally let go of the quality, put the two paintings together, looked left and right diligently, and gossiped casually: "It's also strange to say that you two are also very strange, obviously you have your own good directions, but this time you both coincidentally chose Impressionism that is not your best school." I used to think that the genre was a bit popular and repetitive, but this is just right. ”

The two men he mentioned were silent, and they didn't even exchange a single glance.

"Wait a minute. Didn't you all name the paintings? The professor looked left and right for a while, and suddenly realized that neither of them had chosen to sign the painting, nor did they provide information about the work on the back of the painting, and he couldn't help but look up at the two of them curiously.

"Isn't this going to come to your side to hand it over, I didn't write it, I just know to sue you directly." Yao Yuling smiled and clasped her hands together and made an apologetic expression. The beauty looks good in any action, not to mention her gentle type with black hair like a waterfall and elegant eyebrows. She dimpleed the professor with a playful smile and pointed to her drawing.

"I paint snowy nights and late returnees, it's too vulgar to call it a night walker or a traveler, so it's better to call it ...... "The One."

Ji Qianyu's lips twitched up silently.

"Huh?" The old professor looked at her with some surprise. Although Night Walker and Traveler are indeed not amazing enough, the only word is not more special than them, and I don't know what Yao Yuling means. However, of course, it is the freedom of the painter to name the work, the old professor nodded, did not ask more, and turned to look at Ji Qianyu.

"What about you?"

"Revenge." Ji Qianyu smiled at the professor, only said two words, and did not say a word of superfluity, so stingy that he was almost indifferent.

However, the reason why she chose her name so is very obvious, and there is no need to ask at all. The professor nodded, registered their names, put down the pen, and the matter was done. In the face of his proud protégés, no matter how strict the professor's face was, it was inevitable that a kind love would appear, and the old professor patted their arms separately, and told them gently and solemnly.

"The work is an important way to reflect the artist's soul, and many unspeakable feelings can be expressed in the work. You have already learned all the techniques you should learn, and now the gap between you and the artist is not in the painting skills, but in the state of mind. ”

"I can say unceremoniously that in your current paintings, you are skilled in technique, but you have a little bit of a problem with your state of mind. But what surprised me a little is that judging from this work, Yao Yuling, your problem is more obvious. ”

Yao Yuling paused, glanced at his soft-toned painting and Ji Qianyu's struggling and twisted lines, and did not speak. The old professor smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"I know you don't understand, you see, Ji Qianyu chose so many marginalized subjects this time than yours, and the display of love is also incisive, but in this painting, her love is so wanton - but it is always controllable by herself, and she can accept this manic love freely. And in your paintings, although not obvious enough......"

"But you should know that there is something in your expression that you can't control."

The old professor had a deep foundation and discovered the problem with the painting at a glance, but what he certainly didn't expect was that the two girls opposite him knew about this reason.

"Okay, I'll take notice." was exposed by the old professor in person, and the word "Only" just started seemed to be thrown on her face, bringing hot pain. Without paying attention to what kind of meaning Ji Qianyu showed at this time, Yao Yuling smiled a little reluctantly, nodded silently, and the two walked out of the office together.

The old professor's office was on the top floor, and the two of them were going down, and for a moment they walked side by side in strange silence. The stairs soon reached the first floor, and the two were about to part ways, Ji Qianyu suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yao Yuling.

"Do you know Luke?" She asked lightly.

Yao Yuling didn't expect Ji Qianyu to take the initiative to talk to her, she was stunned for a moment, and frowned after hearing her words: "What Luke?" ”

Ji Qianyu looked at her expression carefully: "The white-haired old man is very well-dressed. ”

Yao Yuling was still young after all, and when she mentioned her features, a fleeting unease flashed on her face. Ji Qianyu smiled, but didn't answer her question, and walked forward by herself, leaving Yao Yuling behind a little bit.

"You are so loyal to him, but you are not even qualified to know him, the only young lady."

Yao Yuling's reaction now, she has no interest in caring. Ji Qianyu walked out of the teaching building with an empty painting folder on his back and slowly walked towards the school gate. She just came to the school to send the paintings, and by the way, she wanted to buy some paints nearby and bring them back, Fu Yufeng drove her over, and now she is waiting for her outside the school gate. She walked leisurely with her picture clip on her back, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

There was a girl with long hair standing in front of Fu Yufeng, the two were not close, Ji Qianyu's eyes fell on the violin at the girl's feet, but for no reason she felt that it was very eye-catching.

She pursed her lips and walked over slowly, only to find that the girl was a pure oriental in appearance, which seemed very normal here, but in the Austrian symphony orchestra, the black-haired and black-eyed principal piano and the principal violin stood together, which was indeed very conspicuous.

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