Kim Taeyeon closed her eyes, stood in front of the microphone, let the prelude pass without speaking, the music director and producer is a woman in her thirties, she frowned suspiciously, but did not press the stop button next to her hand, let her singer miss the prelude, and did not say a word for four minutes, until the end of the song, she still waited quietly, her frowning brow had melted at some point, and her face was smiling with encouragement.

"Taeyeon Xi, are you alright?" By the time she spoke, the studio had been quiet for a while.

"Oh, I'm sorry......"

"Don't apologize, do you feel it? I have a hunch that we will be able to record a classic song this time. If you still need time, no problem, do you want to put it again now? ”

When she opened her eyes, Kim Taeyeon, who came back to her senses, apologized immediately, and she just shook her head in the face of the kindness of the music director, took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes again. As the music director nodded, the melodious prelude played by the flute sounded again, like a woman's gentle thoughts, with a touch of sadness.

She said she didn't want the future, just the present.

But she didn't.

Some people, some things, a single determination can't prove anything, because with the passage of time, people's hearts will always change, the original Lin Weiran is like a door, she happened to break in, and saw a different world, this world has no cruelty and indifference in reality, only his gentle smile and strong arms, that is what she needs now, she doesn't have to think about anything, just follow what she thinks in her heart. But gradually, what she needed changed now, she couldn't continue to immerse herself in that world and didn't think about anything, his arms were still strong. But he couldn't block everything for her, his smile just made it difficult for him to let go. But she knew that she had to give up.

The door was closed, and I didn't want to let her go back. She slammed open a gap and escaped. She was nostalgic for everything inside the door, but she was awake too early, and whenever she turned back, she could still see that the door was behind her, and she could go back whenever she wanted. She turned a blind eye to it, even if he appeared in front of her eyes, she resolutely turned her head, now. He set her free, but when she turned around, she could still see him behind her.

He turned the chase into a wait, and no matter how far she went, as long as she turned back, he was still where he was.

But in fact, she was just around the corner that he couldn't see.

Why do you want to cry when you hear the phrase 'I love you'?

Because she always thought that there was no love between them, it was difficult to say these three words.

"It's too late."

"What?"

Kim Taeyeon stood abruptly in place, a few steps away from the door. She was indifferent to Tiffany's inquiry.

The recording went so smoothly that Tiffany clearly didn't expect, and the song was titled 'I Love You'. The content describes the woman's attachment to a deceased love after the breakup, and after the first recording, the music director, who is over 30 years old and has a good reputation in the circle, clapped his hands vigorously and shouted 'perfect'. Even Tiffany herself, who was not on the song at all, was immersed in it, and Kim Tae-yeon behaved normally until she left the company. But when she arrived at the door of the dormitory, she began to be abnormal.

Tiffany, who has never let go of her heart, grabs Kim Taeyeon's hand. She didn't care about the pain in the injured leg and stood up straight, she saw Kim Taeyeon's anxious face, but she didn't know what she was anxious about, she looked at the other side of the corridor, and then at Tiffany, she was so anxious that she shed tears, and even jumped lightly like a child.

"It's in time, it's going to be in time."

Tiffany was obviously panicked, and she was about to hug Taeyeon when she went up, but it seemed that Taeyeon, who was fourteen years old all of a sudden, wouldn't let her hug her, but she was just stalking, aggrieved, crying like a child: "It's too late, it's really too late......"

Hugged by Tiffany, Kim Taeyeon still opened her eyes and looked at the other end of the corridor, her eyes were full of tears, her eyes were full of moisture, and she couldn't see anything really, but she knew that she would never see the person who had been following her again, from beginning to end, he had always provided her with an entrance away from the real world, he had never changed, what had changed was herself, and the truths she never admitted could only stay in her memory, and it was too late to be unwilling or unwanted.

Say I love you to him, it's too late.

It's too late to tell him that I love you too.

What you have always thought is untrue and inaccurate, perhaps the most important thing to try, in the hesitation and countless self-denial, some words will not be able to be said for the rest of your life.

……

"Your long-term rental of Walkerhill View Suites expires at the end of the month, 30 November, thank you for your love of Walkerhill. I would like to express my gratitude to all Walkerhill staff for your patronage......"

Hanging up the phone, Lin Weiran picked up the tool next to him and continued to start his spare time, architecture, which seems to be a profound academic literature, can actually be foolish, and it is regarded as a super-large building block that is one to one with the entity, and it is not difficult to operate. It's just that compared with the professional construction team, Lin Weiran is too lonely at the moment, in the final analysis, it is also a big house, only one manpower is still stretched, and the construction company that undertakes this business understands the needs of some rich people. Interest', cordially suggested a small but frequent dispatch of people to help, but was rejected by Lin Weiran without exception, over time, the construction company no longer requires, only proposed to send people over regularly to do safety inspections, this time Lin Weiran did not object, just asked the other party to send reliable manpower, and made it clear that except for inspection, the things here can not be moved at all.

As early as last year, the person in charge of the construction company who undertook the design of the house solemnly assured Lin Weiran that until now only one professional has been sent to come over for the so-called inspection, Lin Weiran was not present at the time, and then came to see the opinion letter placed in a conspicuous place, and only studied less than five times in half a month.

According to the current progress, it will take six months to complete the assembly of this house alone, provided that Lin Weiran can ensure two hours of work every day, which is really difficult for the president of a listed group, but Lin Weiran insists on building this house brick by brick, and does not allow others to interfere at all. In this regard, Lin Weiran occasionally disappears for a few hours, not every day, but the length is different, but fortunately, this family member has the consciousness of being at the helm, and the mobile phone is never turned off, in order to let others find it.

It's just a little strange today, the mobile phone used for work has been turned off for three hours, Lin Weiran's private mobile phone number is unknown to most people, if there is really an emergency, Han Weiyi will not care if Lin Weiran locks herself up and licks her wounds, she will only dial the phone to try to insert another knife in Lin Weiran's wound, the deeper the better, if you don't see the bones, you can't solve the hatred, you can only find a way to remedy it when you see him almost dying, and the way to think of it has to be as lame as the Jianghu Langzhong.

The mobile phone rang, and Lin Weiran, who didn't know how long she had been working, took off her goggles, saw the number displayed on it, and directly connected it with Bluetooth.

"I love you!" This opening sentence carries joy in every word.

"Is your father still satisfied?"

"Satisfied, quite satisfied." Where Lin Weiran couldn't see, Lin Yun'er kept nodding, "Not only my father, but even my sister's impression of you has changed a little, I thought that you would come to the door to be the president, but I didn't expect you to be so close to the people." They didn't expect you to come to the door suddenly, and they didn't even say hello, in fact, when they said they were going to meet last time, my dad specially prepared a formal suit, but I didn't expect it to come in handy......"

Lin Weiran put on the goggles again, changed the wrench, and pressed gently, "It's good if they're happy." ”

Listening to Lin Yun'er talk about these trivial matters, he was not idle on his hands, in fact, it was not polite to come to the door suddenly in Korean etiquette, and after the last no-show, Lin Weiran's sudden visit seemed very insincere. It's just that in the eyes of most of the elderly people, Lin Weiran's not very outstanding appearance adds impression points, and there are few young people who can accompany the old guy to study Go that he doesn't understand all afternoon, so whether he misses the appointment or makes a sudden visit, it can't compare to the sincerity and heart shown by Lin Weiran's visit this time.

"You're really pleasing to your parents." Lin Yun'er said this, with some inexplicable taste in her tone, like hearing her parents praise the neighbor's child when she was a child, but this child is still very close to herself.

"Envious and jealous? You don't have to, my reputation in your house depends entirely on you, if you don't feel well, brew your emotions, go back and say bad things about me, there are a few times, I guess I won't see a good face when I go back. ”

"Nope." Lin Yun'er refused categorically.

"For what? I don't have the love I deserve, and I feel like I'm taking it away? ”

"Yes, but more pride? Let's say first, pride belongs to me, you can't be proud, continue to work hard, I will reward you! ”

Lin Weiran asked what reward? Lin Yun'er suddenly knotted her tongue, and only said that it was inconvenient now. The phone was hung up early, Lin Weiran, who picked up the mechanical tools again, seemed to have no strength, he raised his head slightly, and the wall in front of him was listed with two palm-length brackets, transparent plastic texture, each of which was inlaid with a name brand, he put down the tools in his hand, went to the corner of the shelf and pulled out a record, took out the vinyl disc in it, and put it on the high-quality stereo that was temporarily energized, but he put on the headphones violently.

No matter how hard she tried, this person said that Lin Weiran, her favorite vinyl disc, listened to it again and again, but still didn't understand.

But what does it matter?

She says the great thing about music is that you don't understand it, but that doesn't stop you from appreciating it.

Lin Weiran closed her eyes, remembering the first time she really knew her, she squatted there and looked at the crowd below, telling him that the university was just a bigger sky, and then when she saw her later, she was like a scarred little beast, crashing headlong into his world, making him willing to hold up a piece of the sky for her, and now, she felt that it was time to leave, but she didn't know that the sky was no longer the size it used to be. (To be continued......)