Ye Tang leaned on the bed with the infusion and watched the heated discussion among the freshmen of Boston University, and when Wang Yuan came back, in addition to bringing back preserved eggs and lean porridge, he was also carrying a guitar and a backpack. He handed the porridge to Ye Tang, and then sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed.

"Do you want to listen to songs?"

"Huh?"

"I need to practice my songs on the guitar."

"Oh, okay."

He went to inquire about the patient in the next bed, and when he had agreed, he took out his guitar, plucked the strings, and adjusted the pitch again. The notes rippled from his fingertips, and the soft guitar sounded,

"Don't say what you need to say

You know enough

There really is a certain kind of sadness

You can't even shed tears, you can only watch them

My biggest regret

It is your regrets that are related to me

It's already perfect without a period

Why misunderstand that the story is not finished

What else can I do?

…………

I used to slow down time with my own hands

It's a pity we didn't wait for us."

This is the clearest time Ye Tang has heard Wang Yuan sing, different from those voices played through microphones and speakers, it is more real, and he can better understand his emotions. Singing this slow and quiet song with a slightly magnetic mint voice, Ye Tang seemed to feel the breath gradually spreading on Wang Yuan's body, and was gradually attracted to his attention, and he couldn't help but breathe lightly, and couldn't bear to wake up the young man in his "dream".

Under the brim of the hat, the shadow-shrouded eyes are closed, and the lyrics are already familiar by heart. After singing a song, he opened his eyes and found that Ye Tang was looking at him unpleasantly.

"Uh...... What do you think? ”

"It's good. It's a warm feeling. ”

"Thank you."

Later, Wang Yuan didn't sing such a complete song anymore, just plucked the strings, hummed some melodies, and stopped from time to time to record something in the notebook. Ye Tang listened to the song and took a book to see, it was a bestseller last year, called "You Should Be Like a Bird Flying to Your Mountain", she read the previous part, and she didn't understand the theme that the author wanted to express. It wasn't until today, when she saw the bottom 40%, that she had a feeling of empowerment. The father-daughter relationship in the book is so similar to her, except that the father in the book loves his daughter, and his own father ...... The hand holding the book unconsciously tightened tighter and tighter, and the knuckles were white. She felt that her eyes were a little hot, so she pretended to be casual, endured the pain, leaned sideways, and turned her back to Wang Yuan. As soon as she turned around, the tears fell, and the more she wiped them, the more she began to sob, and she gagged her wrist to prevent it from making a sound. Her body couldn't stop shaking, she hoped that Wang Yuan hadn't noticed her.

When the pillow was almost soaked with tears, she kept wiping her tears, turning the pages with difficulty, trying to continue reading. At some point, the music stopped, and a pair of hands pulled away the book and handed over a crystal candy. Then he patted his shoulder soothingly, picked up the guitar again, and began to sing,

“…………

I imagine you're beside me

Speaking things that don't make sense

Only believe in the position of silence

When it's quiet

We all thought about it for a moment

Confirm each other's eyes

You say I'm a fragile kiss

I don't know the whole anymore

When the scattered lights are on

Confusedly projected in a time that becomes one

I saw the stars

Fall at your feet and mine

Like a wish come true

In life, it becomes the light of a moment

…………”

Wang Yuan didn't speak, but Ye Tang knew that this song was a comfort to herself, she had heard this song and knew that it was called "Fragile Kiss", but as someone said, incompleteness is also a beauty. Under the cover of the sound of the guitar, she cried, and when the tears gradually dried and her breathing calmed down, Wang Yuan put down the guitar.

"Did you think of your one?"

"Hmm. I feel that fate is unfair, I always give myself hope, but I am disappointed again and again. Although the father and daughter of this book are close to breaking up in the end, he at least loves her daughter, and she can feel it. As for me, I was violently beaten by my own father...... However, after this time, I really don't have any hope anymore. ”。

"Crying, in fact, is easy to vent emotions. Tears do not mean that you are vulnerable. In the future, don't hold your bad emotions in your heart, what can you tell me. ”