"You should be with your friends during the winter and summer vacations, so that you won't be lonely." Shen Qingjia heard that there was a character in Song Fusheng's life that she didn't know, and she was sincerely happy for him. The friends who can make Song Fusheng stay quietly in a corner of his city must be very important, just like flowers are to Shen Qingjia.

"Are you mistaken? Shen Qingjia. Why do you think Song Fusheng is lonely? How could a young master like him, who is so talented and beautiful, want something, and what can he be lonely? I'm sure he slept until he woke up naturally every day, and maybe he was narcissistic - he was woken up by himself. After listening to Shen Qingjia's words, Hua Yijin couldn't help laughing. Shen Qingjia didn't know Song Fusheng too well. A boy as powerful as Song Fusheng has always been as high as a king, and what loneliness and sadness must not have anything to do with him.

Shen Qingjia suddenly remembered what Gibran, the pioneer of modern oriental literature in Lebanon who stood side by side with Tagore, said. It is not easy to tear people's hearts apart and see their hearts. My lady, this is loneliness, this is sorrow. He also said that I felt that my loneliness was no worse or deeper than the loneliness of others. We are all isolated, we are all hidden secrets, we are all covered by a thousand and one veils. The difference between a loner and a loner is simply that one speaks of his loneliness, while the other is silent about his loneliness. Speak up, and maybe you can get this happiness; And silence is perhaps a virtue.

But Shen Qingjia didn't say this to Hua Yijin, she just said softly, "Song Fusheng doesn't seem to be very talkative. ”

"You mean that Song Fusheng must be lonely if he didn't say it?"

"That's not what I meant."

"I think that's what you mean."

“…… I definitely want him to be happy. ”

Shen Qingjia didn't know how the dialogue became tortuous and bizarre. She wanted to end the topic soon. No matter who it was, she didn't want to upset everyone.

"Don't you want me to be happy?"

Hua Nijin is ready to fight with Shen Qingjia. Anyway, in the end, it must be Shen Qingjia who disarmed and surrendered. Every time. Hua Rujin was very satisfied. "If you want me to be happy, come to City A these days. Anyway, you haven't been to our house in City A yet, so come and see it. ”

"Of course I want you to be happy. But it has nothing to do with whether or not I come to City A. These are two different things. ”

Blooming once again reveals her dictatorial demeanor. "Anyway, I don't care what you say, you can do it. I'll call Song Fusheng first and ask him to accompany me to dye my hair tomorrow. So be it. Hung up~"

Maybe she was afraid that Shen Qingjia would refuse, or maybe she didn't want to hear her say no, in short, Hua Rujin hung up the phone directly after she finished speaking, and didn't even say goodbye.

Listen to the busy tone coming from the phone. Shen Qingjia's heart was also in turmoil. Did she dig a hole for herself? But she didn't realize it.

It will be a long time before Shen Qingjia realizes this, but it is really a long time later, so let's talk about it then.

How to solve these two dilemmas in front of us.

*

Winter 2003.

City A.

Dijingyuan villa group.

The retro-style crystal luxury chandelier in the living room illuminates the whole space. The beautiful piano sound fills the air like flowing water. When you get closer, you can see a handsome young man in a British-style shirt sitting in front of a grand piano and playing intently, his slender fingers dancing on the black and white keys, which is very beautiful. Hisaishi's "Summer" is finished, and the smell of summer still fills the room.

The teenager's name was Zhuang Zhou.