CHAPTER XXVIII

In the middle of the night, it is quiet all around, the sky is full of stars, and a full moon is staggering in the sky. There seemed to be a clear and beautiful aura wafting in the air, and this aura enveloped Via, and despite her bloated and unkempt dress, the smile on her face was as bright and bright as the morning sun in the daytime.

"What about you, do you like me?" She not only boldly confessed, but also boldly verified, not cowardly on the surface, but her palms were quietly clenched.

Theo stared at her, his eyes deep.

His heart was shaking.

There was no doubt that he liked her, he didn't know if he was qualified to be with her, if he could give her happiness, he was a monster, he was different from others, very early, long before he could remember, he realized this fact.

The director of the first orphanage was a devout believer, and she would always persuade those who valued him and wanted to adopt him, "You can't adopt him, you can cure his physical illness, you can overcome your physical disability, but he can't, he can't be saved, he has demonic blood in his body." ā€

Theo always remembered what she said, the words of God, even though her appearance was blurred in his memory, even if the middle-aged woman was later diagnosed with severe mental illness, dismissed from the director's position, sent to a mental hospital, and transferred to another orphanage a hundred kilometers away. Since then, he has worn gloves and never touched anyone.

His heart is probably too strong, the loneliness and pain of childhood did not crush him, he felt that he was born to live in isolation in the depths of the mountains and forests, without relatives and friends, to spend this life in mediocrity and peace, and this life is not bad.

In his life plan, there is no love, no marriage, and no lover.

But that's just the plan, and the plan can change.

"Forget it, forget it, it's okay if you don't answer my question," Wei Ya waved her hand and walked forward as if she didn't care, trying to ease her embarrassment and chagrin, "It's okay if you don't like me, it's okay, it's really okay, anyway, I like you and it's my business." ā€

She spoke incoherently, her voice getting lower and lower, unable to hide her loss. She thought Theo liked her, but it turned out that she was passionate.

"I'm going home, goodbye"

For the rest of the words, Viagra didn't speak, her whole body froze completely, Theo suddenly took her hand, cupped her cheek, and imprinted a gentle kiss on the corner of her left eye without giving her time to react.

Via's long eyelashes couldn't stand the irritation, and they shook and fanned Theo's lips.

The surroundings became silent, Via couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, she could only feel the hot and humid breath lingering in her eyes.

"How could I not like you?" An almost whispering voice sounded in her ears, and the warmth inexplicably made her eyes sour.

She looked up and saw that the corners of his lips were curled with a clear and gentle smile, which lit up her eyes, and he turned his eyes to look into her eyes.

"These things still have to be done by men."

He put his palm against her hair, untied her headband, and the tied hair spread out like an orchid, and then slowly fell under the effect of gravity, and then fell to the end and bounced leisurely under the reaction force, like a falling flower. At this moment, Theo possessed and kissed her lips, like a butterfly in a flower, gently and softly.

Via's heart was about to fly, but the strange thing was that she couldn't perceive the outside world at all, except for the soft, warm feeling on her lips, how strange and fresh.

The first kiss in her two lives ended like this.

The four eyes looked at each other, and two pairs of beautiful eyes looked into their hearts.

He held her palm tightly, and there was a steaming tide in the warmth, which made her suddenly understand that he had been waiting persistently and shyly, protecting his heart for her.

Her heart was no longer flustered, no longer nervous, only a bright softness, and she slowly began to enjoy the most beautiful moment, her cheeks reddening

When the light lit up at the end of the day, Via returned home, and Theo saw her into the house, and her tall figure gradually disappeared into the forest.

Everyone was asleep, and no one noticed that Via had not returned all night.

She lay on the bed, covering herself under the covers, the small and dark space made the faint fragrance of her body magnify and appear stronger, refreshing, it was the emptiness of the silver fir tree, and she realized that she was still wearing Theo's jacket.

She felt the damp heat on her lips in a trance, and the warm touch made her feel a strange sense of shame, was she too unrestrained and bold tonight? She covered her face with her hands.

Is it too late to think about being shy now?

Via's heart couldn't slow down at all, so she hugged the pillow tightly, buried her face in it, and then drilled deeper into the quilt. I don't know how long it took for her to close her eyes and fall into a deep sleep, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

After the snow melted, the weather was good every day, and Via got into the habit of going up to the top of the mountain every morning for a walk, always climbing to the highest place, and when there was a surplus of goat's milk, Manina would ask her to bring some to Theo on the mountain, and she would put some cherry tomatoes and a ball of bread in the bag by the way.

When they reached the top of the hill, Theo must have waited there early, and Via gave him bread and fruit, and the two of them sat down on the ridge together, and Theo did not do anything more to her as he did that night, but would gently hug her, like a picnic, and watch the golden sun shine over the pastures below, and also on the green valley in the distance.

Via, she thought, might be what it's like to be in love.

The long winter break is over, and when spring approaches, school is in session.

Viagra did not let John send her, she took a bus to the town, since the New Year's parade, she has not left the village for more than two months, and it is also a complete house.

When the driver's uncle saw her, his attitude was more enthusiastic than ever, and he said, "You are now a celebrity with us, and no one does not know you." ā€

Via didn't feel it on the deserted bus yet, and when she got to town, people she didn't know well on the road looked at her and smiled. When she walked into the school, other classmates also pointed at her and discussed.

only sang one song, so everyone wouldn't know her.

The sporadic students in the classroom, chatting and chatting, playing with mobile phones, saw Wei Ya come in, but they all looked at her in unison.

Thomas walked into the classroom half a minute behind Via, and after a winter, Thomas had darkened a little, his little white face was tanned to a wheat color, and the Mediterranean sun still had some effect.

Via greeted him with a smile, "Are you still having fun?" ā€

"Well," Thomas said he wasn't excited, vacations were just an annual routine for their family, "I knew you were going to perform on stage, and I should have told my parents to wait until after New Year's Day," he said in a regretful tone, "and my late birthday present." ā€

Thomas placed a box on Via's table, a box of perfumes.

He not only brought Viya perfume, but also chocolate, which she opened and ate on the spot.

The first day of school was fine, but when school ended, there was no class today, and Teacher Mary, who didn't have to go to work, suddenly appeared outside the classroom, and she called Via,

"Via, can you come with me to the music room?"

Via nodded, "Of course," she said, turning to Jenny and Thomas, "you guys go first." ā€

When she came to the music room, Teacher Mary first sat Via, looked at her again as if she had never known her before, and finally sighed, "You surprised me. ā€

She didn't expect that such a small place would hide children with such high musical talent.

Every year during the Christmas and New Year holidays, Marie returns to Paris to celebrate the holidays in her hometown, so she also misses Viva's performances.

Teacher Mary is not a young person and doesn't like the Internet, and while attending a party in Paris, a friend of hers showed her a video that circulated on the Internet.

Her friend, who teaches vocal music at the National Conservatory of Music, is a person who is stingy with praise above the top, but commented on the video, "This is simply a natural singing, as well as her skillful piano skills, the genius really comes from the people, but I don't know who she is, it's a pity." ā€

After watching the video with half curiosity and half disbelief, Teacher Mary's first reaction was not attracted by the singing, but shocked that she knew the girl singing in the video.

She told her other friends, "This girl is my student. ā€

One sentence stunned the musicians for a moment.

As mentioned earlier, Teacher Mary is from a professional class, and her friends are naturally not small people, but Teacher Mary dropped out of school halfway through with a finger injury, and her music career is over.

Teacher Mary's life is not necessarily a failure compared to her former classmates and friends, even in the eyes of others, she is a failure, and they invite her to the party for the sake of the friendship of the past.

That's why it's hard for everyone to accept that a country music teacher can teach a genius student.

At that party, Teacher Mary was the focus of attention for the first time, and everyone gathered around her, trying to ask her for information about the singing girl.

Teacher Mary handed Via a piece of paper in the style of a colorful poster, "Take a closer look at this. ā€

Viata took it, and the entry was a line of large letters, written in French: "IDOLETV Singer Contest." ā€

Here are some of the entry requirements and precautions.

This is a large-scale young singer selection program for the whole of Europe, the age limit of applicants is between 16 and 26 years old, the competition is hosted by the French TV8 channel, the primary selection begins in March every year, the primary selection locations are located in various parts of Europe, and it continues until the final in Paris in August, the final top three may sign a record company, may release their own albums, may enter the highest music school in France to receive orthodox music education, in any case, it is an achievement that ordinary people dream of, it can be described as a step to the sky.

Even Via's original body has memories of watching the game in front of the TV, so you can imagine how influential it is, considering that "Idole" has been the No. 1 viewer in France for three consecutive years.

Teacher Mary said to Via, "I'll build yƬ for you to sign up for 'idole', you have the strength." ā€

Via had not yet fully digested the news that was too sudden, and was somewhat silent.

Teacher Mary thought she was unwilling, and looked at her deeply, "You took the initiative to come to the music classroom every day to practice the boring piano, over and over again, and devoted yourself wholeheartedly, I thought you had a dream." ā€

dream

Viagra was stunned,

She did have a dream, in her previous life her dream was to become a musician, but before she could start it, her dream came to an end, and a terrible disease destroyed it.

"Your eyes and your talent tell me that you love music, don't you want to stand in front of thousands of people and show them to share your tunes, your inner world? No matter how good music is, it needs the approval of other people. ā€

Teacher Mary put her hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes, and said very seriously, "I can't realize my dream in my life, but you can still do it, you are still young, you have extraordinary talent, I have intuition, this stage belongs to you, you will create a miracle, I believe in you, I have never believed in it." ā€

Teacher Mary's sincere words finally touched Via and aroused the impulse of frivolity in her heart.

That's right, she is no longer Zhao Lan, who is seriously ill at the age of twenty, but Wei Ya, who is seventeen years old and full of youth and vitality, this is the opportunity God gave her, and she must grasp it tightly.

Under the expectant gaze of Teacher Mary, Via nodded,

"Okay, I'll sign up."