A month later, a young girl was added to Rome, the capital of Italy, on the banks of the beautiful Pont Sant'Angelo on the Tiber River.

Her name is Ye Ning, that is, Chu Ning a month ago.

Yes, I am not dead, my name is Ye Ning now, and Ye Ning is Chu Ning after Nirvana.

Every time I stand on the bank of the Tiber River, which goes down in history, I will miss the Hanjiang River at the other side of the ocean, at the mouth of the village in Y City, and the bits and pieces that have happened by that river for more than 20 years; I miss the person who accompanied me through every childhood and accompanied me through my youth; And the Yu Han who stained the cold city with blood for me.

Thinking of the blood on the ground again, I still felt a strong feeling of vertigo, and I held on to the railing of the Ponte Sant'Angelo, slowly waiting for the dizziness to disappear. Sure enough, no matter how good a person's physical strength is, he still can't withstand the toss of exhaustion.

So I found a secluded place by the bridge and sat down, and then continued to listen to the song "Remember" in the headphones.

……

I walked alone on a lonely long street

Memories replay scene by scene

I told myself to be brave and face it

Even if it's heartbreaking, it's perfect

I think of the picture of me holding hands with you

Tears turned into rain all over the sky

If I could meet you again

Let the love still be a dream come true

……

Memories seem to have become all I have had in the past month, hehe--, except for the time spent rehearsing and performing at the opera house, the rest of my time seems to be used to reminisce.

I was smiling bitterly when I suddenly felt an unidentified white object in front of me, and I suddenly came back to my senses, and it was a very well folded tissue that was dangling in front of my eyes, and the owner of the tissue was holding his hand in front of me with a look of disgust, as if to say, 'If you don't catch it again, I'm going to throw it away?' The posture squinted at me.

I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly removed the earbuds, stood up and took the tissue, wiped my eyes very quickly, and then bowed to him to express my gratitude!

"Didn't anyone tell you that a single woman who doesn't return home in the middle of the night is not complete?"

The owner of the paper towel opened Chrysostom, and in my surprised gaze, he pouted in disgust, and then said with great reluctance: "Don't be surprised, I am also a quarter of Chinese, and it is not difficult for me to speak a few words of Chinese." ”

"Thank you! What time is it?" Mobile phones are rarely contacted, and due to the nature of work, mobile phones are rarely carried with them.

"It's almost ten o'clock, and it's twenty-two o'clock in two minutes to be exact."

"Oh my God! It's so late!" I bowed to him, then quickly grabbed my bag and ran towards the platform by the river.

I don't know how long I waited, I still didn't see the shadow of the bus, I was about to give up the idea of taking the bus and take the TEXI instead, a black car stopped in front of me domineeringly, a pair of slender hands stretched out from the window, and then the owner of the hand poked his head out.

"Get in the car!" The tone was a little cold, unquestionable.

"Thank you! I'll take a taxi! I nodded coldly to the owner of the car in thanks, then walked sideways to a taxi that came after me, opened the door, and got in.

I quickly forgot the little episode by the Tiber River, and after taking a hot shower back to the apartment, I quickly fell asleep, and the next week, life went on as usual.

A week later, the opera house informed me that for the next three days, a small concert would be performed in a small recital hall, and that all the performers would be Chinese folk music players, and that I had arranged for me to play the guzheng, but the theater did not explain why it was performing.

Due to my professional instinct, I have never had a penchant for inquiry, but according to the arrangement of the opera house, I rehearse with a small temporary orchestra outside of the performance.

Before the first day of performance, I glanced at the audience, but I didn't notice a single person in the audience, just a little confused.

The next day, there was still no one in the audience, and I was even more confused, but I still performed normally.

I have to say that the psychological quality of every performer in the opera house is first-class, the time outside the performance of these two days, almost all used for rehearsals, the purpose is to give the best play to the performance of these three days, and more importantly, the performance repertoire of a few days is all Chinese folk music, which is an opportunity to carry forward the Chinese national art, so every performer is not afraid to slack off, but for two consecutive days, not even a shadow of the audience has been seen, although most of them feel a little puzzled, even in private there will be a little commotion, But on the surface, they are all quiet.

Before the performance on the third day, there was still no one in the audience, and I couldn't help but sigh, such a large amount of money to charter a performance hall, and the owner of the charter has not appeared, is this person brain-dead or a tyrant?

When the last piece began to play, I just felt that there was a shadow moving in the audience, probably because the brain-dead or the local tyrant's charter owner was late!

At the end of the curtain call, I couldn't get used to the light that suddenly lit up in the audience, and I could only see that in the middle of the audience, a man in a black suit, white shirt, and a faint dark tie was sitting in the seat, and there was no applause, until we walked out of the recital hall, and the man still maintained that position.

Because of the end of the high-level rehearsal for several days, everyone is very tired, so the theater gave the participants a day off, I was going to see Sister Xiaoxuan, but she was pregnant with a baby who was about to give birth, and she was very sleepy every day, so she was not so casual after I passed, I just made a phone call to report the performance, and by the way, I asked her about the situation and hung up the phone.

In the evening, I went alone to the Tiber near the Pont Sant'Angelo and enjoyed the spectacular night view of the Tiber. Walking quietly by the river, I felt relaxed, I don't know how long I walked, I felt a little tired, so I stopped, found a place to sit down, and then turned on the music, played the song "Remember", and then took a deep breath and closed my eyes......

I don't know how long later, I suddenly heard a sigh beside me, I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw a somewhat familiar figure squatting beside me, I was startled and quickly stood up.

"I say, this beautiful lady, you look much better when you perform than when you cry." The man had a disgusted tone and expression on his face again.

"You—" I looked ashamed, a little embarrassed, and picked up the tissue in his hand and wiped the corners of my eyes.

"Remember me?" When the man saw that I had no response, he turned around with some interest and looked at the Tiber River.

"Last time by the river? And—"

"I've seen you so many times that I finally remember my face." The man immediately changed his expression of interest.