Looking at the soft and hopeful eyes of the red leaves, Lu Feng also smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, you just need to open my computer, open a disc icon inside, and select "Autumn Whispers" to listen to it." ”

At night, Momiji does what she says, listening to the sound of the piano like a lover. She affectionately recited the "Mid-Autumn Festival Heart Song", which is a poem written with ups and downs, and only those who have experienced hardships can taste the most beautiful dance from the withered yellow leaves. In order to see the frank sincerity in the ridges that have been harvested. In order to hear the hymn of the infinite reincarnation of life from the autumn insects in the dead grass.

At this time, Lu Feng also listened to the same song, and he seemed to see the remnant leaves of the branches torn off in the melody like the autumn wind, and in his short life, he poured his heart into the only green of his life without regrets.

When the autumn wind came, it took off its green clothes without hesitation, and with the dream that had been brewing for a long time, it left the branches absolutely, jumped into the air and danced, releasing the last intensity of life.

Accompanied by the beautiful music, Lu Feng gradually fell asleep, but suddenly there was a PHS sound, and he just wanted to pick it up, but it was broken again, and the number was red leaves. It's so late, she still called me, something must have happened, Lu Feng called back in a hurry, but no one answered.

So he got up and turned on the computer again, and sure enough, Red Leaves' QQ was online, and he also left him a limerick poem rich in Red Leaves: "Lu Feng is a big villain, holding the computer and looking at it obsessively, his eyes still have glass eyes, and he doesn't pay attention to asking for something, he is really a big villain,"

Looking at the funny poem of Red Leaves, Lu Feng cried and laughed: "I didn't just call you, but you didn't answer, blame me, if you don't understand anything, just ask, I know everything, and I can't say anything." ”

Thinking of Lu Feng's warm words. The previous sadness in Momiji's heart dissipated unconsciously, pretending to be hip-hop and said: "It's okay now, I can't sleep, I thought you were asleep, I was bored to send a message, I don't think you haven't slept yet!" ”

The kitten called him in the middle of the night, and refused to say clearly, something must have happened, and it was difficult to speak. So Lu Feng said straight to the point: "It's half past eleven, do you have something on your mind?" Don't think about it, go to bed early, it won't be a wild cat that wakes you up, then lock it up and save you from annoying. ”

Seeing that Lu Feng had doubts, Hongye defended again: "I just had nothing to make trouble before going to bed, how could I think that you haven't fallen asleep now, what is wrong with me, don't worry!" Fold a crooked paper boat, fill my thoughts, ride the moonlight like water, float to your bed, may this crooked paper boat, moored next to your pillow, let my thoughts and blessings, guard your dreamland, good night!"

Lu Feng fell asleep for a long time with a worried heart, and only learned from Aunt Hua a few days later that Hongye cried a lot about the man's marriage room. The reason is that the man has two brothers, and he has to live in the same building when he gets married, and the living room needs to be shared, and Momiji's parents are worried that they will be entangled in the future, so let the man find a way to solve it.

But it's too late to bring it up now, and it's just over a month before the wedding. That night, Momiji and his parents had a dispute over this matter, and finally Momiji cried and complained, you forced me to marry, if the man didn't agree earlier, he could not marry.

Lu Feng sighed, about engagement and marriage and the like, Hongye didn't say a word in front of him, maybe she thought it was a marriage where parents were in charge, she was just a chess piece with no choice, and she couldn't get the happiness she wanted. Although Momiji has resisted more than once, what can it be.

For the sake of her aging parents, for this unrequited nurturing grace, how can she go against the wishes of her family and quarrel bitterly! She would rather hurt herself than her parents hurt for her. This is a sad girl who gave up the happiness of the second half of her life for the sake of family affection, is it worth it?

During the lunch break, Lu Feng was concentrating on consolidating his lines, and at some point Hongye had quietly appeared beside him, and whispered listlessly: "I don't know why, I am in a very low mood today, I can't lift a little energy, I feel like I have entered old age, is it really old, and I have lost the vitality of young people." ”

Seeing that the red leaves that were heroic in the past had become lifeless now, Lu Feng's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but feel relieved: "Do you remember, when you went to work alone on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year, aren't you also very depressed?" And now that I am with you, I think it will get better soon, and there is no hurdle in life that cannot be crossed. ”

"I may have caught a cold at night and my throat was a little uncomfortable. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a few days ago I had a premonition that there would be a problem with my throat, and I didn't expect it to work! Momiji's voice was mixed with a hint of pain, and the pure and beautiful voice of the past became soft and weak.

These days, seeing Hongye busy preparing for the wedding, busy and tired, and people are also a lot haggard, Lu Feng sighed and said pitifully: "Wasn't it okay a few days ago, I see that you have been running less outside lately, and paying more attention to your body." I know of something called 'pear candy cream' that is particularly effective in treating hoarseness. ”

"It's just that this shop is in a small secluded alley, and if you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all. If you don't take advantage of the leader's lunch break now, I will sneak out to buy it for you, maybe your throat will improve significantly after you take it, and you will have a good performance when you recite poetry on stage. ”

Seeing Lu Feng, who was cautious in the past and didn't dare to go out during working hours, was willing to take the risk to buy pear candy paste for her, Hongye's heart couldn't help but rise warm, and that warmth spread all over her body, turning into a special feeling, that feeling, there is a nice name, she is called beautiful.

Finally stayed up until the Mid-Autumn Festival party in the afternoon of the next day, Lu Feng said to Hongye with confidence: "Is your voice better, Sister Zhao said that the front office department has won glory with the two of us." ”

"It's pretty much the same as yesterday, huh. My heart is cold! But the 'pear candy paste' you gave me was delicious, sweet, and cool in my throat. Momiji's clear eyes stared at his face tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You didn't say anything, I'm afraid I won't even be able to catch the breath now, if I really come to the stage, I have to rely on you!" ”

It seems that it will take a while for Momiji's throat to recover, and I remember that the same is true of Momiji in the last chorus, is it an occupational disease? It's no wonder that the hotel is doing a thriving business, especially at the front desk, where many guests are received every day, and audio service is a top priority.

"Just have a sound, what kind of breath does it matter, such a difficult thing." Lu Feng looked at the program list and encouraged: "Our recitation is ranked sixth, and the problem will be solved in five minutes." Anyway, it's all about participation, do your best, don't look down on yourself, you can do it, Aunt Hua came here to cheer you on! ”

Under the dazzling and colorful stage lights, colleagues who are busy with work on weekdays put on elegant and simple clothes, waving huge pink folding fans in their hands, accompanied by graceful light songs, dancing, showing the diligence and spirit of Jiangnan girls.

Watching them perform so well in a month after a month of rehearsal, I can't help but think of the quatrain of 'dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world'.

"Kaede, it's our turn." Thinking that he was about to play, Momiji's mood couldn't help but become a little nervous, and his voice became more and more hoarse, looking at him apologetically.