"The truth? The truth of life? Lu Yi's eyes widened, "What is it?" ”

"The truth that she is unwilling to admit and accept." Yu Yun said simply, took a bite of mixed noodles, and then asked, "Do her parents not love her?" ”

"It's not that serious, is it? Love is sure of love......" Lu Yi said hesitantly.

Yu Yun glanced at Lu Yi: "You are familiar with her parents, you let them come to the hospital to see their daughter." ”

"Let's do it together." Lu Yi remembered the last time Sanping was hospitalized, he went to Senping's house to let them go to the hospital, and his scalp was numb, "Her mother is a little better, her father is too fierce." ”

Yu Yun nodded, but stopped talking. After he finished the noodles by dividing them by two, he drank two glasses of water. Putting the water cup on the table, he sighed, "I don't know what the world is, my child is hospitalized, and I have to ask outsiders to ask me to come to the hospital to see the child." ”

"Is that love?" Yu Yun squinted at Lu Yi, Lu Yi grabbed his hair, buried his head and continued to eat wontons.

Teacher Jian was talking about math problems, and he unintentionally raised his head but saw Xiao Fei turning the pen absentmindedly, he gently tapped the desktop with the pen, "Xiao Fei, can you concentrate a little~ You will be a model next week, and this model can test your review results for a while." You can't let up. ”

Xiao Fei hurriedly withdrew his thoughts, he nodded, straightened his back, lowered his head and continued to look at the practice questions in his hand. Teacher Jian smiled with satisfaction, held a thin ballpoint pen with her round hand, and continued to lecture for Xiao Fei on the book and draw key points.

Yes, don't say that it's for Sanping to study, it's irresponsible for both him and Sanping. His own goals, he himself to achieve. He didn't know if Sanping would be happy when he finally got in, but he felt that no matter who he was, he didn't want to be unconsciously entangled with other people's lives.

He had no intention of using his future to save anyone, and he didn't have that qualification.

If Sanping wants to get better, she has to rely on herself.

Before Xiao Fei made up his mind to study, he put all his mind on painting. It was only when he participated in the drawing competition last time that he seemed to have a goal, and the rest of the time, he instinctively picked up the pen, and what picture was in his heart, what was the picture on the paper - he didn't know what the situation was when Lu Yi was painting, but he found that his inspiration did not come from his heart or his head. Once, when the surging inspiration came up again, he quickly tried to feel the source of the inspiration carefully, and found that the inspiration started from the lower abdomen and slowly rushed in the direction of the heart. While this feeling was still there, Xiao Fei grabbed the pen and buried himself in painting. It happened to be a Sunday with nothing to do, and he didn't feel hungry or thirsty, so he lay on his table and painted from morning to six o'clock in the afternoon. When he raised his head and looked out the window, the afterglow of the sunset was smeared on the canopy in large areas, as if a large brush had been smeared on the canopy in advance, it was pure yellow, it was a warm curtain call, Xiao Fei, who had just come out of the prosperous emotional picture, suddenly invested in the rich natural scenery in front of him, he suddenly felt that his limbs were unexpectedly relaxed, his eyes were extremely clear, he looked at the clouds, the geese, and the house, more and more clearly.

From Lu Yi's bookshelf, he read not only books that taught him how to draw, but also Dickens. He knew how much this crazy painter had thrown away in order to paint. When Xiao Fei first read his story, Tianling Gai reverberated and stirred. But although he longed for it, he still couldn't really throw away these restraints on his body. Some of the constraints of the past, the present, and the future, piled up on the present, and he also relied on these constraints to a large extent.

So, he still has to study hard. What he has to do now is to study hard. This is his first and important step towards his ultimate dream.

That was what he really wanted.

Speaking of craving, Moritaira has now forgotten what it feels like to crave.

From the moment he had to put down the violin, the deepest desire in his heart, the initial and final persistence, had been crushed cleanly.

It's not about livelihoods. For him, the violin is already a faith-like existence. When he was young, his parents intended to train him to become a violinist, and he thought so, so every step of the way was related to the violin. The violin, and everything about it, was like a fire in his heart, burning more and more in his heart.

Even after he received the doctor's verdict that "he can't play the violin anymore", the fire in his heart did not go out, but rubbed it and jumped to an unprecedented height in his heart.

He set his sights on Sanping, his newborn daughter. When Sanpei was a little older, he held the violin in his left hand and the bow in his right hand, called his daughter, who was still unable to walk, to him, and then shoved the bow into her round hand, which had not yet been fully opened. The bones of Sanping's shoulders were not fully developed, so they were forced to bear the heavy body.

"Stand still, don't move." Morihira looked at his daughter, who was still unknown, seriously, "Remember, you are a professional violinist. ”

And this heart fire was completely extinguished, when he saw Sanping, who was fragile and curled up in a ball on the hospital bed. It was only then that he was able to see his daughter clearly.

It was the first and perhaps only time he had seen Sanping's existence for decades.

And so his longing died. Perhaps, he would have died a long time ago, he just didn't want to admit it.

After returning from the hospital, he locked himself in his room, and Ren Qinghua kept knocking on the door, but he didn't say a word.

That's all for the rest of his life - touching the body of the violin that was placed next to the bookshelf, he closed his eyes.

After that, the speed of his aging suddenly increased, his temples were dyed with large silver threads, and his back was no longer as straight as before.

After Yu Yun rang the doorbell of Senping's house, Lu Yi hid behind Yu Yun, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Is that an exaggeration?" Yu Yun felt a little funny. Lu Yi didn't answer, squinted his eyes, and stared at the door.

The door opened in a short time, and it was the door of Qinghua. When Qinghua saw Yu Yun, she felt strange. But in the next second, she saw the path behind Yu Yun, and a trace of impatience flashed on Qinghua's face, and Yu Yun raised her eyebrows.

Sen Ping sat on the sofa, watched Yu Yun and Lu Yi walk in from the door, walked in front of him, and then sat on the sofa in front of him, never saying a word.

Qinghua sat down next to Senping, she looked at Lu Yi, and then at Yu Yun, before she asked, "Lu Yi, this is?" ”

"Ah, I'll introduce you to you. This is Yu Yun, Sanping's friend and Xiao Fei's principal. Lu Yi hurriedly said. He saw Qinghua's eyes dim when he heard Sanping's name.

Now for them, Sanping's name is like a cannonball, thrown into the hearts of her parents, blowing up a mushroom cloud.

"The two of you came here today, is there something going on?" Mori Hei's previous Zhongqi seemed to have been drained by something, but now listening to his voice, it was as if it had floated from a far, far away, with neither a foundation nor a destination.

Yu Yun smiled and didn't speak, Lu Yi subconsciously clasped his hands together, "That's the case, Sanping's current situation is not very good, and she has been arranged to go to the hospital." We think that if she is accompanied by her family, she should not be so difficult, and she should get better and better. ”

Qinghua's two hands were firmly clasped together, and her knuckles turned white. She looked helplessly at Morihira, who had a gloomy face, and spoke, "Let's go over and see her now, okay?" ”

It was a long time before Morihira spoke in a low voice, "We don't owe her." But we'll go see her. ”