Human memory is also a strange thing, every day, no, just every moment, in the big and small things that I encounter, in the surging thoughts, there are things that I think are extremely important when I think about them later, but I forget them soon after seeing and thinking about them at the time, and it takes a lot of effort to recall them again. But some things, such as the shape of a person's face when he smiles, the shadow of a willow branch swaying, the fall of a petal, at that time, and later, did not think that there was anything extraordinary; But often, after a long, long time, it can clearly appear in front of the eyes at any time, thus causing a long list of memories.

- Ji Xianlin

He watched her fall asleep.

It was something she had never imagined. But now it's really happening. And so it came without warning. She looked at his face so close and so clear, she was really worried that she would suddenly hold on to him.

Song Fusheng said like a voice in a dream: "Sleep." ”

"I see, you should go back to sleep quickly." Shen Qingjia's hands were clenched tightly, because they were placed in the quilt, no one knew how nervous she was at the moment.

"I'll wait until you're asleep before leaving." Song Fusheng said.

"You remind me of my mom telling me stories when I was a kid. Before going to bed, she would talk to me for a while, sometimes telling stories, sometimes singing, sometimes just saying trivial things. Shen Qingjia said. When she mentions her mother, her heart still aches. She wanted to cry because she thought of never having a mother again. She was very sad, and the muffled pain at that time was painful and unacceptable.

But it must also be accepted, and it can only be accepted.

Shen Qingjia did not shed tears. She's grown up and won't be so weak anymore, she told herself many times. She has to be strong. All the pain that cannot be overcome will pass. Even if you really can't get by, you can't let people know.

"Then I'll sing to you." Song Fusheng said.

"Okay. Speaking of which, I haven't listened to you sing seriously. Zhuang Zhou said that you can play the piano, but I have never seen you play the piano seriously. Shen Qingjia gradually relaxed her body, and she felt less nervous.

“…… And all my love

We're holding on forever

Reaching for the love that seems so far

So I say a little prayer

Hope my dreams will take me there

Where the skies are blue

To see you once again my love

Over seas from coast to coast

Find the place I love the most

Where the fields are green

To see you once again， my love”

"My Love" by the West Side Boys. It turns out that he likes his songs. Shen Qingjia didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment, he sang English songs so affectionately. He only had her in his eyes. Shen Qingjia felt very relieved after a long absence. Watching him like this, listening to him sing, gradually she felt a little sleepy, and then fell asleep peacefully. Before falling asleep, I seemed to hear Song Fusheng say: "Next time I play the piano for you, I heard that you like to listen to Beethoven and Mozart very much." I'll play it to you next time. Good night, my Qingjia. ”

Maybe it's just a dream.

Shen Qingjia himself didn't know. The confused voice seemed like a dream.

*

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright. Shen Qingjia quickly packed himself up and immediately went downstairs. Then I saw that Song Fusheng had already gotten up, and there was no doubt that breakfast was ready. Shen Qingjia smiled and said good morning to him, Song Fusheng.

"Morning. The weather was also nice today. Song Fusheng responded with a smile.

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