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Si Nuan found a small medicine box and carefully helped Ling Han treat his wounds.

Seeing that his face was blue and purple, his hands suddenly trembled a little.

The assassination of his previous life resurfaced in front of him, and in the cold night, Ling Han closed his eyes and fell on top of her, blood stained his clothes red, and the whole person was not a trace of life......

A huge panic hit his heart, Si Nuan's eyes turned red, he grabbed Ling Han's hand, and pleaded: "In the future, can you stop fighting?" ”

Son, let's stop fighting in the future, okay? Mom said the same thing.

The distress in that tone was clear to him now.

When he was a child, he also asked his mother if he had a father. Mom always perfunctory a few words to him, and when he returned to the bedroom, he secretly shed tears. Then he didn't ask.

But just because he doesn't ask doesn't mean that others don't talk about it.

There was a little fat man, who was the little bully in the neighborhood, so he took the lead in laughing at him for not having a father, saying that he was a wild seed whose father was unknown, he couldn't bear it anymore, and beat the little fat man hard, of course, he was also beaten lightly.

At that time, my mother was like this, with red circles under her eyes, grabbing his hand and persuading him not to fight in the future.

"Ling Han?"

Ling Han came back to his senses, looked at Si Nuan's worried eyes, his heart softened, and he said softly, "Hmm." ”

Si Nuan suddenly smiled: "Then you rest for a while, and I'll cook you some millet porridge." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked briskly towards the kitchen.

Ling Han didn't go to rest, but stood outside the kitchen with a water glass, watching Si Nuan's slender figure busy in the small space.

Busy for him.

It was as if he saw his mother cooking for him again.

Washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, stir-frying, washing rice, and making soup, but it is not too troublesome at all, but there is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, didn't you go to rest? Forget it, let's come over and drink some porridge first. After Si Nuan finished cooking, when he turned around and saw Ling Han standing at the door in a daze, he pushed him to the dining table and sat down.

You kid, tell you to wear more clothes and don't listen, you catch a cold, right? Come over and drink some porridge first. Take some medicine later.

Mom's voice echoed in my ears again.

"I just thought of my mother." Watching Si Nuan come out of the kitchen with two bowls of millet porridge, Ling Han said, "I always feel that she hasn't actually left, she must still be watching me somewhere." ”

Si Nuan put one of the bowls of porridge in front of him, sat down at the dinner table, looked at him and said seriously: "She didn't leave in the first place." ”

"As long as you remember her in your heart, she won't really leave. She's just going to be with you in a different way. ”

Is that so?

Yes, that's right. Mom won't leave. She had always been in his heart.

Moreover, he is not for nothing, he still has friends.

Ling Han looked at Si Nuan in front of her, in just a few days, she had also lost a lot of weight with her.

and Lao Bai, who is also worried about himself.

I'm so sorry, and thank you.

"Don't tell Lao Bai about today's events." If he knew, he would definitely go to those boys to "avenge" himself.

"Okay."

Ling Han obediently drank the porridge.

Si Nuan also drank a bowl, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and watched that it was getting late outside, so he got up to say goodbye.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you go to bed early, pay attention to the wound and don't touch the water."

"Wait," Ling Han grabbed Si Nuan and showed a slightly shy smile, "Can you listen to me play a tune?" ”

Si Nuan looked at the piano not far away. She noticed it when she first came to Ling Han's house, but she never had time to ask.

It was a grand piano that looked a little old, but the traces of time did not affect its dignity and elegance in the slightest, like a dancer stretching his body to his heart's content, which can easily make any piano lover fall in love at first sight.

Most importantly, there is a unique logo on the piano, as well as a line in English: steinway&sons - Steinway & Sons Piano.

Steinway pianos have a sultry tone and an incredibly sharp touch. The piano used by Si Nuan in his previous life was a Steinway.

Of course, there is another significant feature of this brand of piano - dead expensive.

Ling Han's family, can he actually afford to buy a Steinway?

"Okay."

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Si Nuan sat down again.

Ling Han walked to the piano and sat down, opened the lid, and began to play.

The fair-skinned slender fingers jumped on the black and white keys, and strings of notes flowed out.

Solemn and slow, silent and sad, as if under the gray sky, a funeral procession slowly approached.

It was Chopin's Funeral March.

He's commemorating Ling's mother in his own way.

As if every note contained infinite sorrow, Ling Han was immersed in the playing.

In a trance, I saw the figure I thought I would never see again.

"Son, Mom bought a pot of spider plants today, so I ask you to take care of them more!" The 40-year-old mother folded her hands and pretended to be cute at him.

So, he became a gardener.

"Son, my mother decided to believe in Buddhism and eat vegetarian dishes from now on." The old mother held two bundles of vegetables in her hand and swore to him.

As a result, he didn't eat meat for a week.

"Son, mom also wants to make her own clothes, what style do you like?" The old mother held a book on making clothes and asked him excitedly.

So, he tried cosplay.

……

Too many memories, too many small pieces of happiness, the sound of the piano began to slow down and weaken, as if the funeral procession was about to go away.

Si Nuan looked at Ling Han, who was concentrating on playing the piano, he must not have realized that he had burst into tears.

A poem suddenly came to mind.

With the sound of the piano, Si Nuan read it softly-

"When she was alive, she liked to sweep up the remnants of flowers and fallen leaves,

Vegetarian and coarse cloth clothes made by themselves......"

It was the work of a poet named Du Ya - "To Mother".

"When you sleep on your side, you feel like a child,

Now she lies by the riverbank of her hometown,

In the thick shade of willows and poplars,

The grave is full of white daisies and purple flowers,"

Ling Han woke up from his memories and glanced at her, as if he had thought of something, and the sound of the piano suddenly became a little excited.

Snuan paused.

"Go on." Ling Han urged, and the sound of the piano had returned to normal.

"Sometimes I go for a walk and I see a lot of it,

Yellow pink butterflies fly, flower-backed birds chirp in the willow shade,

I said, "Thank you for the silence that accompanied her,"

Si Nuan's voice was already clean and beautiful, but in such a quiet night, it seemed even more dreamlike.

"Sometimes I dream that she comes back home,

Cook for me, open the door, fold the quilt, dry the clothes,

Pull my scalded wrist and take a closer look,"

The music is nearing its end, and the funeral procession is fading away.

"She sat in the courtyard, and I stood at the door,

Neem flowers bloom in the sky above the courtyard,

In the time, it seems that she is still healthy, and I am still young......"

The piano sound also ended just now.

Ling Han didn't leave, but then played a short melody on the piano, with sweetness and sadness.

It was a melody that Si Nuan had never heard before.

"Ling Han, what is this?" What kind of tune is this, why hasn't she heard it?

"Shhhh Don't talk. Ling Han didn't look back, turned around and got two blank pieces of paper from nowhere, and began to bury his head in writing something.

From time to time, I played two more sections on the piano.

Each piece is a melody that Si Nuan has never heard.

Could it be that he is composing?