She squeezed the phone with a hand so hard that it turned white, and held it to her ear stubbornly, and the other hand covered her face stiffly, and the water marks flowed down her fingers little by little, squatting there stubbornly and fragile, and her pride and loneliness were all folded in it.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the hallway, hurrying past her for a moment, occasionally with curious eyes falling on them. This kind of wolf bèi is not uncommon in this rehabilitation center, and it may be a patient who has reached the extreme of mental stress, or a family member who has just learned the bad news. In a place like a hospital, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, the most cruel reality is staged every minute, the most fierce and silent battle, and no one will put too much energy on the joys and sorrows of others.

Fu Yufeng slowly closed his eyes.

But she wasn't supposed to be here, to be watched by curiosity or pity. This is such a persistent and proud girl, no one is qualified to crush her persistence and stubbornness into the mud and show it to others. Some people are born with their heads held high, and no matter how heavy the turmoil and ups and downs they endure, they can't learn to retreat and give up.

At the end of the day, it's just about liking someone you shouldn't like.

There was an undetectable sigh from the mobile phone, Ji Qianyu closed his eyes, covered his face tightly, and heard Fu Yufeng's voice ringing in his ears in the darkness.

"You get up first."

"I'm sorry." Ji Qianyu gritted his teeth and replied, his voice muffled from his palm, "I want to squat here now, you care so wide?" ”

After she finished speaking, she waited with bated breath for a few more seconds, and there was no further response from her phone.

Sure enough, in a relationship, whoever likes it first will lose the initiative, and can only wait anxiously for someone else's verdict. Ji Qianyu smiled bitterly silently, she is a character who will never suffer, she has suffered a lot in the first twenty years of her life, most of them can take revenge on her own, she never thought that there would be such a day, in an isolated and helpless foreign country, she suffered a great grievance, and she still didn't want to give up.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, no different from those who had passed her before, but it seemed to ring in her ears and knock on her heart. Ji Qianyu frowned irritably, subconsciously took the phone away a little, and was stunned for two seconds after noticing that the sound in his ear was also weakening, and suddenly put the phone back to his ear.

She still held on to the last bit of self-esteem, and did not look up at the side of the hallway, and gradually the sound in the earpiece coincided more and more with the footsteps around her, and she crouched in place with her head down, and the footsteps stopped in front of her.

Ji Qianyu raised his head suddenly.

Fu Yufeng stood in front of her, looking down at her with a faint brow.

They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and compared to the last time she was cooking porridge at the stove, the person in front of her was getting thinner and thinner. The two looked at each other, Fu Yufeng sighed, bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to her.

"This is not the place for you." He said, looking at her gently and calmly, "Come with me, I'll take you away." ”

Ji Qianyu didn't stretch out his hand, and looked at him fixedly.

Her eyes had just been thoroughly washed with tears, like the blue sky after rain. When she looked at it intently, there was a sharp feeling of being seen through from the inside out. Fu Yufeng didn't move, keeping his original posture and looking at her calmly, Ji Qianyu took the lead in turning his gaze, and then turned back unconvincedly.

"You simply rejected me twice." "I was just thinking that if you still refuse this time, I might really have to give up," she said. ”

Fu Yufeng's eyebrows moved slightly, and his hand moved visibly in an instant, and before he could make any movement, he was suddenly grabbed by Ji Qianyu's eyes quickly, and his ten fingers were intertwined, leaving no gaps and entangled.

This is a pair of hands that belong to the artist, with obvious thin calluses on the sides of the little thumb and middle finger, soft and slender, and feels like a delicate piece of jade. Such a persistent and enthusiastic girl, but her hands were terribly cold, and when they were attached to the palms of their palms, they were slowly wrapped in the temperature of the palms of the other hands, warming up little by little.

Not accustomed to such direct skin-to-skin contact, Fu Yufeng uncontrollably raised his eyebrows slightly, and patiently glanced at the intimate and intertwined ten fingers, but did not directly withdraw his hand. Ji Qianyu raised his eyes to look at him, and the smile on his lips spread little by little to the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. She smiled beautifully, like the thin sunlight after the snow.

"I know you're not used to it." She said, standing up softly and deftly. The two looked at each other face to face, Ji Qianyu raised his eyebrows, and pinched the ten fingers of each other tighter.

"But you have to get used to it slowly, after all, I'm a person who has to make inches, and you can't refuse me now, and you can't in the future. Fu Yufeng, you remember-"

"My name is Ji Qianyu, and I am the present and future of your life."

It is said that whoever likes it first will lose a mess. But love is an unreasonable thing. Either it is wishful thinking, or it is a lose-lose, no matter what wins or loses, who can get out of it all.

Ji Qianyu was taken out of the rehabilitation center by Fu Yufeng, and the smile on his face never disappeared all the way, and his hand was persistently pulled and did not let go. Fu Yufeng walked beside her without saying a word all the way, looking at her smiling face, he couldn't help but sigh.

"If I'm not mistaken, I just promised you to play on the two pianos?"

Oh, yes. Ji Qianyu rolled his eyes and nodded happily in acknowledgement. Fu Yufeng glanced at her again, and his good upbringing made him pause, and he didn't ask what was in his heart.

However, Ji Qianyu thought with his knees, and he also knew what thoughts were turning in his heart now. She glanced at Fu Yufeng lightly, and she couldn't help but smile again: "You want to ask and don't respond to my confession, why am I so happy?" ”

Fu Yufeng was noncommittal, Ji Qianyu saw it in his eyes and shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Because there are so few things to be happy about, that's great news." She said, looking up at the sky, "I'm not greedy, I can be happy for a long time when I encounter a little good thing, and there is nothing wrong with gradually coming in a good direction, I am afraid that if I get too much at one time, I will only lose it in the future." ”

"It seems that I started to have good luck after meeting you, thank you." Her eyebrows were bright, and after seeing Fu Yufeng's eyes, she blinked, and changed the topic lightly, "I don't know if it's presumptuous to ask like this, how did you get depression?" ”

It's not a good thing that you met me. Fu Yufeng glanced at her with a complicated expression, and then the girl didn't give him time to answer at all, and quickly changed the topic.

There are some things that she realizes and insists on not caring about, and he doesn't have anything particularly good to do at the moment. The new question could not be answered, Fu Yufeng did not evade it, and after a short period of thought, his eyebrows were light when he spoke.

"There was a time when I was standing at a turning point in my life."

"Vienna is a city of music, but it's not a piece of music. Something happened in the orchestra, and the music happened to be in a bottleneck period at that time, thinking too much, and getting answers from the outside world, slowly spending more and more time in a closed mind, and in the end, the body did not notice anything wrong, and the music had gone wrong. ”

"The last piece I played in Vienna was 'Dream of Love', for solo piano. There were a lot of people who came, and I couldn't play that song until the curtain call. ”

Those once unforgettable pains and pains, when he said them now, he seemed calm and calm. Ji Qianyu turned her head vigorously, not letting Fu Yufeng see her expression, and she knew what the deep sorrow and gloom in her eyes were for.

Vienna is not only not a pure land for music, but also about orchestras. Music knows no borders, but the human heart is not pure. Fu Yufeng, as an Asian, has been rejected openly and secretly in the white area, and Ji Qianyu empathizes with it and knows it. The piano is the romance of the West, and the display of Oriental talent always has to fight its way out of the encirclement in countless contempt and suppression. Fu Yufeng became famous as a young man, and he stayed in many orchestras, and it was not until the last orchestra that he became the principal piano.

At that time, the two piano pieces he composed when he was studying at the Conservatory of Music were involved in a plagiarism storm.

The standard of eight bars of continuous similarity that most people agree on does not apply in the classical music world, and the important thing is that rumors always circulate countless times faster than the truth, and she does not know what kind of struggle and effort Fu Yufeng has experienced in the middle, so she can only barely piece together one or two from the information Connie gave her. And when he finally cleared his name and returned his innocence, he only left a half-played "Dream of Love", and never appeared in public again.

The last video Connie gave her was the unfinished performance.

He was still dressed in an orthodox black suit and white shirt, sitting upright, revealing a handsome and silent side face. It was his first public appearance since he vindicated himself, and when he didn't give interviews to the media, music lovers poured into his concert with their guilt.

The room was full, and the sound of his piano spread to that moment, and his hand was on the piano, and he couldn't play it anymore. When the piano stopped abruptly, the audience began to hear a buzzing noise. He sits in front of the piano, leaving only a pair of inky eyes in the shot. Then the spotlight on him dimmed, and when it came back on, he had disappeared from the piano.

It hasn't been seen since.

Ji Qianyu couldn't say what mood he was in when he watched the video at that time, but at this time he vaguely realized that maybe he had died in front of the doubts of love at that time, and he was deep in darkness, unable to see heaven or the eyes of love.

"I see." Fu Yufeng didn't mention a word of these words, and she could only press them all in her heart, and finally showed a smile with a little abruptness, but her hand unconsciously slowly loosened her strength, and suddenly she was a little shrunk and didn't dare to step forward.

Fu Yufeng naturally didn't know her inner activities at this time, they walked side by side through a street corner, but Fu Yufeng suddenly stopped and walked in another direction. Ji Qianyu was startled, subconsciously chased after him, followed two steps but stopped.

In front of him was an automatic vending machine, and after Fu Yufeng walked over, he turned back after a while.

"Heated." He said, handing her a can of coffee, "Take it and warm your hands, your hands are too cold." ”

After Ji Qianyu paused silently, he lowered his head and took it, holding the coffee can in the palm of his hand. She looked down for a while, then suddenly raised her head and looked at Fu Yufeng steadily.

"Is your Stanway still there?" She asked.

"I want to see it."