That person is like that, don't take it personally. Wen Hao put his hands on the railing.

"You know what? Actually, I was really scared. Su Aya suddenly hugged Wen Hao, and said in a gentle and slightly hoarse tone, "I'm afraid of losing, so I hate it." ”

"Well, you're stupid."

"Wen Hao, in fact, I really thought you were naïve at one point, you looked cold on the outside, and after you understand it, you are a naïve person."

"What the hell am I naïve?" Wen Hao was unconvinced.

"It is now, but I like you like this."

"I like you too."

Wen Hao stretched out his hand, holding Su Aya's cheek, his eyes burning and staring.

"Why don't you go back first, at twelve o'clock, your family will scold you." Su Aya reacted and took a step back.

"I'm a single-parent family, my dad, he basically doesn't care about me." Wen Hao smiled bitterly.

"Isn't Kelly going to wait for you?" Su Aya seemed to remember something, and then said, "Your fiancée." ”

"She's not my fiancée, and I haven't admitted it." Wen Hao's eyes were displeased.

"It's a long time before the meteor shower arrives." Su Aya looked at the time, she turned around and went into the room to get a guitar.

"Otherwise, I'll play a song for you." Su Aya hugged the guitar and sat down on the soft sofa on the rooftop, Wen Hao blinked bright and gentle eyes, and sat next to her.

"When my mother was at home, she bought me a lot of pianos, but after they divorced, I was angry and smashed them all, and only this one was left."

"My mom died." Wen Hao lowered his eyes, and his warm voice was a little heavy.

"I'm sorry, I thought, I'm sorry." Su Aya felt guilty in her heart, and she said in a slightly apologetic tone, "I don't know about your sadness. ”

"I've gotten used to it over the years." Wen Hao's tone was light. He was silent again.

"I think you can play the piano too, have you ever learned this?" Su Aya held the guitar with one hand.

"No," Wen Hao shook his head.

"I finally have my strengths." Su Aya smiled.

"You're not bad except for bad grades."

"Ha, it's not bad, why are you going to be so powerful?"

Su Aya lowered her eyes and plucked the strings, her slender white fingers were dexterous, slowly slashing through each string, and slowly sang.

It was a lifetime of grace

Who is wrong with the beacon fire warming the day

You seem to be a hero, and your ambitions have not been rewarded

Leaning on the east wind and crying

The candle remains warm and the wine is condensed

Angry Ma Jingo is like a hate

The moonlit night city tower forgives sorrow

You gave me an inscription on the wall

Life and death do not give up, and the son does not leave

Waiting for the geese to return and go again

One person, one heart, no ink traces

Acacia buckles the bottom of the heart

The peony pavilion piano is not resting solo

The white jade hairpin is getting thinner in autumn

The foggy lonely boat is as old as ever

Read your inscription on the wall again

Life and death do not give up, and the son does not leave

Waiting for the geese to return and go again

One person, one heart, no ink traces

Acacia buckles the bottom of the heart

Infatuated with Shaohua East to go

Withered flowers are too much

The Yiren sighed, and the ink faded

Acacia tears buried at the bottom of the lake

At the end of the song, she raised her hand away from the strings and said with a smile, "I've always liked this song, it's called Mo." ”

"It's good" Wen Hao came back to his senses, took the piano handed over by Su Aya, looked down at the five strings on it, reached out and touched it again, and said, "This piano, is there a story?" ”

"Do I look like someone with such a story?"

"Like"

"Yes, I've seen one, but this story is quite sad." Su Aya snatched the guitar and said in a pityful voice, "If you want to listen, I can tell you." ”

"Then you speak, I'll listen."

"Just a story about poverty, very short."

"Poverty?" Wen Hao looked at the guitar in Su Aya's hand and continued to ask, "What does this guitar have to do with poverty?" ”

"It was an incident that happened when I was in the first year of junior high school." Su Aya raised her hand and stroked the strings.

"At that time, my mother signed me up for a competition, and it was a huge competition, to be precise, it could be in the media." Su Aya paused, her voice was slightly heavy, and she continued, "But on the way to the game, something happened that I remember deeply, and I have never forgotten it now. ”

"When I went out, my mother drove me there, and when I arrived at the East Ring Road, there was a big truck, and a small car that was hit badly, the car was red, and the big truck didn't know what the reason was, so it hit the car out of control, and there was a parking lot, and the fee was about 100 yuan, the kind that lasted for an hour."

"The owner of the big truck must be in a hurry because he hit the car, the owner got down from the big truck, was silent, stood aside, smoked and looked at the red car, he was waiting for the traffic police, waiting for the traffic police to come and give him a fine, waiting for the owner of the red car to appear, waiting for him, it was a huge amount of compensation."

Su Aya lowered her eyes and said, "My mother and I went out quite early, so I happened to be there at that time, because there was still a car in front, so I was stuck in the back and couldn't enter that parking lot." ”

"I saw the man clearly, the man was middle-aged, a little thin, and there were traces of gasoline staining on his body, I guess he was a mechanical worker, his face was still a little dirty, and a little oily, and he was dressed quite casually, striped clothes, and his pants were shorts." Su Aya's eyes seemed to return to the scene of that day.

"He kept smoking, his face was very solemn, he looked at the red car, extinguished the cigarette, covered his eyes, and cried silently, that kind of helplessness from the bottom of his heart, I looked at the picture in a daze, I sympathized with him in my heart, in fact, I really wanted my mother to help him, but, I know, my mother will not help."

"That's it, he covered his eyes and cried for a long time, and then snapped and slapped himself, which was a very heavy kind, and showed me crying on the spot, I was wearing makeup because of the competition at that time, and my mother didn't find out that I wiped my tears, and then I never saw him again." Su Aya was silent for a moment, her eyes darkened.

"That stranger, I don't know what his name is, every time I encounter this kind of thing, I write down their story, romantic or sad, I know that the world is hard, it's really hard, it's really not easy to live."

"Okay, it's hard in the world, I'm here." Wen Hao grabbed Su Aya's hand.

"You don't know, I really envy you, living so unstained." Su Aya raised her charming eyes, and then said, "It's not like me." ”

"This city, the early hours of the morning are really beautiful, I often stop in the early hours of the morning to wake up, open the curtains of the room, just look at the street outside the window little by little traffic, little by little become prosperous, the street lights at night, you can also see here, after night, thousands of lights."

Wen Hao was silent, he seemed to want to say something, but he still didn't say it after all.

"Two months ago, when I asked for leave, I saw the man, it turned out that he had a particularly cute daughter, and his daughter should also be a teenager and in the parking lot."

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