In the forest on a summer night, he told quietly, but it aroused the nostalgia of the young man for the beautiful memories he once had, and he couldn't hold his mouth back. From the daily stroll with Han Xiaoxi on campus, to the fried chicken fillet on the school's West Street, from Xiaoxi's injury to the performance he prepared for the girl at the school's celebration, the scenes of the past experience with Xiaoxi flashed again in Chen Chufan's heart, and then was told by the teenager in a dream-like voice.

Su Xiuqing was also stupid.

In this exotic summer night, the boy bathed in the gentle moonlight, listened to the waves of the seaside, smelled the fresh breath of the forest, accompanied by the refreshing breeze, and quietly told his own love story with a delicate girl. Talking, talking, the boy even felt like he had returned to the past, back to the shore of the South Lake with frogs and cicadas, and there was a girl like an elf, who was looking at himself with a smile on the willow side of the lake.

Immediately after that, the boy suddenly felt inspiration burst out in his mind like a meteor shower, and a soothing, beautiful and tender melody slowly slipped through his mind, and the melody seemed to hide the shadow of the elf-like girl who was far away in country Z.

didn't even bother to say hello to the girl who was immersed in his story on the side, Chen Chufan ran away quickly. He had to hurry back to his room and write down the melody that was slipping through his head with pen and paper. He was afraid that if he slowed down, a blowout of inspiration would leave him.

Su Xiuqing watched in amazement as the young man's figure quickly disappeared in front of his eyes. She had just heard the story of the boy performing at the school celebration party in order to fulfill the promise he made to his lover, and she was fantasizing about the romantic and passionate scene in her mind, but before the story was finished, the boy left behind his loyal listener, turned around and ran away quickly. She didn't even react to the last question, which made the girl quite annoyed.

Halfway through the story, he ran away, not even saying hello. That's not a good idea, isn't it? Do you think of yourself as a storyteller, and do you still need to leave some suspense? After the annoyance, I wondered, what did that annoying bastard think? Gone in such a hurry?

So the girl stood there and stomped her feet angrily, and decided to go directly to Chen Chufan to ask for clarification.

Pushing open the empty door of the guest room prepared for Chen Chufan, what came into view was the young man sitting at the table, intently and seriously recording something on the white paper. The hand holding the pen slid quickly on the paper, as if it was rushing for time. There was a lot of movement when he opened the door, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't even look up.

The seriousness of the teenager. Su Xiuqing couldn't bear to interrupt his thoughts. But the strong curiosity made the girl can't help but walk to Chen Chufan's side to see what he is recording.

The staff drawn in the essay is already full of musical symbols. Apparently the boy was recording a melody, and a relatively complete melody. The boy didn't even choose to record it with a simple notation, so meticulous that the beat and rhythm were marked everywhere.

The boy quickly recorded on the paper, and the girl stood silently behind him and watched. The room was very, quiet, so the rustle of the tip of the boy's pen as he slid across the paper was particularly clear.

The girl couldn't help but silently hum the song recorded by the teenager in her heart. This is supposed to be a melodic pop song, quite unfamiliar. Maybe it was the sudden inspiration of the teenager. Thinking of the story told by the boy just now, the girl even felt a trace of tenderness from this beautiful tune.

Finally, the boy wrote the end heavily on the paper, and then sighed and dropped the pen in his hand.

"The tune you wrote?" Although judgments have already been made. But Su Xiuqing couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the inspiration that just came was recorded in a hurry to come back. I was a little rude just now, I'm sorry. Chen Chufan scratched his head a little embarrassed. Obviously, he also felt a little rude for being halfway through the story just now, so he flashed people in advance.

"Go try to play it?" The girl did not continue to dwell on the boy's faux pas, but proposed with great interest.

"I haven't added chords yet." Chen Chufan was a little hesitant. He is not good at arranging music yet, and it seems to be a bit monotonous to just play the melody. He had little interest in offering ugliness.

"Try it, maybe just listen to the melody and you'll be able to think of it!" The girl encouraged again.

"Okay!" Chen Chufan was moved by the girl's words. Or maybe he wanted to try it himself

"It's a beautiful song!" In the piano room, when the last note played by Chen Chufan drifted in the air, Su Xiuqing praised from the bottom of his heart.

"It's a pity, I'm really not good at arranging, I'll leave it to Lu Jia to deal with in two days!" Chen Chufan regretted that the chords he tried to add never satisfied him.

"It's already pretty good. You're really talented for music. With her hand caressing the sleeping Qiuqiu, the girl praised her heartily, not stingy with her appreciation of the young talent.

"Thank you!" After all, it is a beautiful girl's compliment, which makes people feel very happy, and Chen Chufan smiled very happily when he politely thanked him.

"When you wrote this song, you had her in mind, right?" Su Xiuqing stared at Chen Chufan's eyes and asked softly.

Chen Chufan gave the girl a smile, and then nodded slightly.

"But now that you're so far apart, do you really have the confidence to be with her in the future?" Looking at the young man's movements, Su Xiuqing asked again.

Chen Chufan didn't even think about it, and replied as a matter of course: "Of course, I promised to marry her, and I believe that she will be willing to marry me, but no matter how far apart and how long." ”

It's like a love vow, but the girl opposite is not the protagonist of the vow.

"Well, then, I sincerely wish you lovers to be married, although I still doubt that you will be able to persevere at such a distance. In addition, I retract the comment that you are not romantic enough, in fact, that Han Xiaoxi may be really happy! ”

After saying this, which was regarded as a wish, Su Xiuqing carefully handed the ball that had been held in his arms to the young man sitting in front of the piano, and then continued: "I'll go rest first." Listen to your story tomorrow. ”

After saying that, the girl simply turned around and left the piano room. Leave a room of fragrance.

Seeing the back of the girl disappear in front of his eyes, Chen Chufan immediately closed the lid silently. After the outpouring of inspiration, there is a lonely emptiness. And now there is only Qiuqiu with him, but the little guy is sleeping soundly. This made Chen Chufan feel even more lonely. There was even a hint of sadness.

The sadness of people in a foreign land is often unreasonable. It doesn't have much to do with the sad spring and autumn, not to mention that it's still summer. And the city of NY is just as hot and dry during the day.

So the teenager is really sad, not a self-pitying injury, but a can't afford to hurt it. I can't afford to hurt because of my impulsiveness, so I temporarily trapped myself in this luxurious villa. Although the life is quite nourishing, without the company of the surrounding classmates, the youthful and lively atmosphere of the college, and the luxurious residence is like a cage.

The sad thoughts kept fermenting in my mind, and it became a longing for a distant girl. I miss the sweetness of the two together, the clear eyes of the girl, and even more when I hugged the girl into my arms. The faint fragrance of the hair. So the boy picked up the pen again and recorded his love for the girl on this sad night. With the melody in my head, I wrote the lyrics of my inner touch.

It was so natural that Chen Chufan wrote the first song after he rethought his life and set goals for himself.

IcantbelieveImstandinghereBeenwaitingforsomanyoldand

(I can't believe I've been waiting here for so long)

TodayIfoundthequeentoreignmyheart.

Only now did I discover that the goddess who ruled my heart was you

YouchangedmylifesopatientlyAndturneditintosomethinggoodandreal

You have made my life resilient and made a lot of things beautiful and real

IfeeljustlikeIfeltinallmydreams.

I felt like I felt in my dreams

Therearequestionshardtoanswer,cantyousee

There are a lot of questions that are hard to answer and you won't know

Baby,tellmehowcanItellyouThatIloveyoumorethanlife?

Tell me, my dear, how I can tell you I love you more than my life

ShowmehowcanIshowyouThatImblindedbyyourlight.

Tell me how I can show you that I've been stabbed in the eye by your light

Whenyoutouchme,Icantouchyou

When you stroke me

Tofindoutthedreamistrue.

I could feel that the dream was real

Ilovetobelovedbyyou.

I want you to love me

Yourelookingkindascaredrightnow,

You look scared

Yourewaitingfortheweddingvows.

You are waiting for my vows to marriage

ButIdontknowifmytonguesabletotalk

But I don't know if I'll be able to speak

Yourbeautyisjustblindingme,

Your beauty blinds me

Likesunbeamsonasummerstream

It's like a ray of sunshine on a summer river

AndIgottaclosemyeyestoprotectme.

I had to close my eyes to protect myself

Canyoutakemyhandandleadmefromhereplease?

Please take me by the hand and take me out of here

Yeah,yeah

Baby,tellmehowcanItellyouThatIloveyoumorethanlife?

Baby, tell me how I can tell you I love you more than my life

ShowmehowcanIshowyou。 ThatImblindedbyyourlight.

Tell me how I can show you that I've been stabbed in the eye by your light

WhenyoutouchmeIcantouchyou

When you stroke me

Tofindoutthedreamistrue.

I could feel that the dream was real

Ilovetobeloved

I want you to love me

Ineedtobeloved

I need you to love me

Ilovetobelovedbyyou.

I want you to love me

IknowtheyregonnasayOurlovesnotstrongenoughtOlastforever.

I know they say our love is not strong enough forever

AndIknowtheyregonnasaythatwellgiveup

I also know that they will say that because of difficult circumstances, we give up our love

Becauseofheavyweather.Buthowcantheyunderstand

But how can they understand that our love is given to us by God

Thatourloveisjustheaven-sent,Wekeepongoingonandon

Let's have it all the time

Causethisiswherewebothbelong.

Because it belongs to the two of us

Baby,tellmehowcanItellyouThatIloveyoumorethanlife?

Baby. Tell me how I can tell you I love you more than my life

After writing this lyric full of young people's thoughts for their lovers, Chen Chufan stood up from the piano, picked up Zhengxiang's ball that was sleeping on the piano desk, and finally looked around the back of the piano room that seemed lonely because of the emptiness. I walked to the door and turned off the lights, then turned away.

It's time to sleep, though it's not yet late at night. Because the boy doesn't want to continue to sigh, who ever said that? Too much sighing can make people depressed!

The girl's piano room was dark again. Everything goes back to square one, as if nothing had happened. It's just quietly spread out on the piano panel, already covered with its own blank paper. It proves that there is a teenager who once wrote a song here, for the sake of his lover from afar. (To be continued......)