"What?"

Li Qianqian was stunned and looked at Su Yue incredulously.

Su Yue's shadow was stretched out in the sun, and she repeated it slowly:

"That's right. In fact, for so many years, I have not been able to forget Mu Yao. ”

In the first few seconds, Li Qianqian first stared at Su Yue's face with a stunned expression. Then she seemed to suddenly come to her senses, and said in a very excited tone:

"No wonder! When you insisted on learning music so much, it was because once, Mu Yao praised your singing voice for being very good, right? I remember it was like autumn one year, in..."

Li Qianqian frowned vigorously, trying to recall the picture of that day.

"In a small park near my house."

"Yes, yes, I remember you seemed to be singing that day..."

"Jay Chou's sunny day."

"Yes, yes, and then I remember that I deliberately walked away halfway through the process and pretended to go to the convenience store to buy something. After that, I didn't know what the two of you said, anyway, I heard later that Mu Yao was moving abroad because of his parents' work. ”

Su Yue smiled helplessly, she shrugged her shoulders and continued:

"I fought with all my might that day, looking forward to having a chance to start over with Mu Yao. But in the end, I was resolutely rejected by him. ”

"That's why you've suddenly changed into a different person..."Li Qianqian suddenly muttered to herself thoughtfully

"I want to be him."

"This..."

After a while, a melodious bell rang on the campus, interrupting the conversation between Su Yue and Li Qianqian.

"Sissi, we'll talk about this later. I'm going to go to the general upstairs for a foreign music history class now. ”

"Okay, I got it. I'm going to have piano lessons next, and I'm going to have to go to the piano room as well. Regarding Mu Yao's matter, I will help you think about what to do and contact you later. ”

"Okay, bye-bye!"

Su Yue waved her hand to Li Qianqian, then hugged the textbook of foreign music history in her hand, and trotted all the way to the complex building behind her.

Just in time, Su Yue walked into the classroom that was almost full. She glanced at the empty seats against the wall in the first row of the classroom, and walked over and sat down.

As an elective course at the Academy of Arts, Su Yue is very fond of this foreign music history.

The main reason is that this course is not as boring as I imagined. During class, teachers often convey various knowledge points to students in the form of storytelling.

After a while, the class began, and a middle-aged male teacher with a mustache walked briskly to the podium, and then he began to introduce to the students in high spirits:

"Dear students, today we are going to get to know an important female figure in the history of British music."

Then he pressed the remote control in his hand, and a black and white photo with a sense of age immediately appeared on the projector.

In the photograph is an elegant woman dressed retro and looking very noble.

"Ethel Mary Smith, one of the most famous British female composers, was also a Lady of the British Empire. She was born in a military family, so she has had an air of not letting her eyebrows go since she was a child.

Her personality is also very different, and she has had a sensitive and thoughtful heart since she was a child. Such a personality trait allowed her to finally embark on the road of learning music smoothly, and it also made her love romance extraordinary..."

The middle-aged male teacher continued his speech with emotion from the podium:

"At the age of seventy, what we now call seventy, Smith fell in love with Virginia Woolf, a young writer much younger than himself. And Smith at the time had a deep crush on Virginia.

She once had the audacity to write a letter to her then-lover, in which she wrote: 'I wonder why my love for Virginia came so easily, and I could not do anything about you. ’”

After listening to the story told by the teacher, Su Yue's heart was deeply shocked by this old man who was over seventy years old.

She never imagined that someone would be in her seventies, and she resolutely chose to give up everything and fall in love with another person.

"Eventually, the seventy-year-old female composer fell in love with the forty-year-old young writer." The teacher's two mustaches followed his passionate speech, constantly swinging up and down:

And the young writer, once recalling his first meeting with Smith, described it this way:

In the aisles of the bustling Wigmore Hall, Ethel Smith was dressed in tweed, high boots, and a felt hat with a beautiful blue feather. I was fascinated by how energetic she looked. ’”

I didn't expect that in this world, there are really people who are desperate to pursue beautiful and sincere love.

Su Yue couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and she unconsciously stared at the photo of Smith when he was young on the screen for a long time.

Her eyebrows and eyes are so dignified and delicate, revealing a noble and elegant extraordinary temperament.

Su Yue couldn't help but envy Smith's vitality and courage, and she thought that she had also pursued Mu Yao's figure so without hesitation.

But the difference is that in the end, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't catch up with Mu Yao's footsteps, and the helplessness and loneliness in his heart had nowhere to tell.

But after listening to this story, I seem to have received some kind of special comfort, and my heart is gradually no longer so lonely.

"It turns out that there will be people like you in the world, so please don't be depressed, because you will never be alone."

Su Yue smiled slightly with satisfaction, and then listened to the teacher continue with interest:

However, there is no banquet in the so-called world, and the two of them did not escape the fate of doomed separation.

The relationship between these two men is sometimes fiery, sometimes cold, sometimes inspiring, and sometimes depressing.

Eventually, they chose to become friends and remained friends for the rest of their lives. Okay, let's take a look at some of Smith's masterpieces..."

"Eventually... Became a regular friend? ”

The small candle in the corner of Su Yue's heart had just ignited a raging flame, gently shaking the flame of hope in the comfortable breeze.

And now, it's like a gust of wind all of a sudden. The small seedling of hope could not withstand the merciless tyranny of this violent wind, and was completely extinguished in an instant.

Extinguished along with it, there was the only remaining hope in Su Yue's heart.

"That's right, Mu Yao and I are not also scattered all over the world, and finally become ordinary friends?"