Choi Jae-sun came to this bar almost every night, but he didn't come forward to greet Qi Luoling because he didn't want her to recognize him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He would always be silently in a dark corner of the bar, watching her play the piano on the stage from afar.

Ever since he met her, he has always dreamed of her. In the dream, she wore a long white dress, and walked with him, in the clear light of the moon. The pond in the distance was like a shining mirror, and the grass whimpered in the breeze. The two were mysteriously silent. Suddenly, she didn't know what she heard, turned her head, and looked at him with a light smile. That gentle and silent smile touched his heart and made him forget it for a long time.

One night in February, after he had finished his work and socializing, he occasionally passed by this road, and he couldn't help but come to this bar again, listen to the music, look at her on the stage, all the fatigue was swept away, and his heart was as pure as the clear piano.

Later, he always made a detour to this bar almost every night, which became his daily habit. Even on an erroneous night, he would drive here, look at the door of the bar from afar, stay for a few minutes, and then leave, as if that would calm his mind.

Walking to the dimly lit bar, he still chose to sit in the dim and inconspicuous corner of the bar, order a cocktail, and quietly watch her on the stage.

He was sitting just right in front of her side. Long hair, a slender and feminine neck, a long sky blue dress, and a thin figure. The music she played today was very slow, melodious, revealing a touch of loneliness and sentimentality.

After a few songs, she ended today's performance. She stepped off the stage, took the white water handed by the waiter, cleaned it up briefly, picked up her backpack, and walked out of the bar to the nearby bus stop. The bus stop is close to the bar, a few dozen meters along the bar road.

He stood far behind her, watching her slender back disappear into the night.

At first, he only thought about her safety, followed her in the night, and quietly sent her to the bus before leaving. But later, he gradually became obsessed with her back, lonely but with a melancholy temperament.

The moonlight was so bright tonight, and it hung in the sky and fell on the road. The dappled light and shadow of the big trees on the side of the road overlap, like a couple embracing each other.

Her steps were light, her ponytail jumping in the moonlight, like his heart, giving him a sense of impulsiveness.

He walked quickly up to her and stopped her.

Qi Luoling looked at him in surprise: "Why are you behind me?" ”

"I was in the bar just now, and when I saw you playing, I followed."

"Why didn't you say hello to me at the bar?"

"Maybe I'm afraid of disturbing you." He smiled apologetically and said.

Qi Luoling smiled slightly and did not speak.

"I come to this bar a lot, but ..... you don't know it." He thought for a long time, then said. At his hint, she seemed to understand something.

Her eyes suddenly became empty, remembering what the demon had said to her that night, and then she looked at him with unusual indifference, as if she had forgotten who he was, and then her mind seemed to go far, far away. It took a long time for her heart to pull back from that distant past.

"I'll take you home tonight." Choi Jae-sun said.

Qi Luoling did not refuse or answer, and walked forward silently.

Choi Jae-sun felt a little irritated because she didn't see much expression on her face and didn't have much content in her eyes. He didn't know what he was, she was silent, and she didn't know what to say.

Through the sound of her piano, he could feel her lonely soul, and he knew nothing about what happened to her. He longed to enter her soul and to reach her heart. But many times, when she stared at him without blinking, her gaze was empty, as if his presence made her incomprehensible.

Getting into his car, he opened the CD on the car, and the quiet music was flowing, but she remained silent. But the absence of language communication does not mean that it is lackluster, on the contrary, many moods can communicate more smoothly in this musical atmosphere.

When he arrived at the place where Qi Luoling lived, he got out of the car, and the gentleman opened the door for her.

"Thank you for sending me back." She asked him with her head bowed, a smile on her face.

"No thanks."

"Are you coming back to the bar tomorrow?"

"I'll be back in Korea tomorrow, and I'll probably have to stay for a long time because I have to deal with business." He looked her in the eye warmly, as if wishing she could say a word, even a word of concern, would be enough for him to stay.

In the end, she didn't say anything, just nodded, and turned away.

The next day, Choi left Shanghai for a flight to South Korea, where it landed four hours later at Incheon Airport in South Korea.

Walking out of the airport exit, he smiled and watched his father's right-hand man, Park Jung-won, come from a distance and pick him up.

The two hugged tightly, Choi Jae-sun patted him on the shoulder, and the two talked and laughed as they walked.

"Today, your father didn't come to pick you up in person because of something, you may be a little disappointed." Park Jung-won said with a smile.

"I'm glad to have you pick me up." Choi Jae-sun said.

"Your father has an urgent matter to deal with today, and he won't be back until two days later, so he asked me to pick you up, I hope you can understand."

"It's okay, I'm going to stay for a while when I go back home anyway. How are you lately? Choi Jae-sun asked.

"Good. The last time you left, my daughter was eight months old and still a baby, and now she's over a year old and can run and jump. I'll show you a picture of her. ”

Park Jung-won took out his phone from his pocket and flipped out the photo album to show her.

Sure enough, a beautiful little girl with a fluffy ball head and a pink dress was very cute.

Looking at Park Jung-won's album, he suddenly remembered a photo he had seen in Park Jung-won's album, and the protagonist of the photo was Qi Luoling, no wonder he had a sense of déjà vu when he looked at her.

"Your daughter is really cute, last time I saw a very beautiful girl in your phone album, who is she?"

"Girls? What kind of girl? Park Jung-won looked at him blankly.

"The girl with a high nose, big eyes, thin lips, and a very thin one." Choi Jae-sun described it carefully.

"I don't have a photo of a girl like this on my phone!" Park Jung-won looked at him in surprise.

"No way, I'm sure I've seen her in your phone photo album, I'm very impressed."

"So, you go through my phone photo album and see if there is a picture of this girl?"

As he spoke, Park Jung-won handed the phone to Choi Jae-sun. He carefully flipped through Park Jung-won's mobile phone photo album, and there was really no photo of Qi Luoling in the photo album. Could it be that I am mistaken? He struggled to remember.

"No, right? I said no. ”

"Did you delete that picture?"

"If I delete the picture, am I guilty of lying to you about this little thing? Obviously it's not worth it, besides, your sister-in-law is so cautious, can you tolerate other women in my phone photo album? Take 10,000 steps back, I have that heart, and I won't leave a handle to let your sister-in-law catch it, right? ”

Park Jung-won's words are not unreasonable, could it be that his memory is unreliable?

He searched the deepest memories, but the memories seemed to be joking with him, and the door was closed, not allowing him to snoop in the slightest.

Two weeks later, Choi Jae-sun finished his business and came to the resort by the sea. The seaside climate is pleasant, with an average of about 20 degrees Celsius all year round, sunshine, sand, seawater, seafood, and beautiful women. All this is enough to make people forget the boring life of the city.

But he wasn't in the mood to enjoy it all. Because the thought of Qi Luoling was like a ferocious beast running rudely towards him.

Perhaps it was because he had missed it for too long, and he found that his memories of Qi Luoling had become conceptual memories. He even began to wonder if she was his own delusion.

In the vast expanse of time, is her existence an illusion of her own or is love an illusion herself? Or is everything just a physical experience created by your own brain?

What human beings can subjectively feel is only the appearance of things, and in love, this appearance is not just an illusion. It is also called "illusion produces love, and love shatters illusion." ”

Choi Jae-sun thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with an answer that satisfied him. He didn't want to listen to music, he didn't want to read, he didn't want to talk to people, and he was forced to go to the toilet once. Just want to lie on the beach and rest under the shelter of a parasol, and one tries to minimize contact with the world.

He looked boredly at the people around him, at the beach, at the waves, at the sky, but he didn't seem to see anything.

Perhaps out of sympathy, he paid special attention to every lonely figure on the beach, and those lonely figures rarely appeared in the beautiful sun, mostly in the evening or when they came to the seaside. Their expressions were gloomy and thin, like ghosts wandering around.

But at this moment, he was far away on the beach, as if he saw another man of his own, but not his own. Because he was clearly dressed in a very different way from his own, because the man was dressed in traditional clothes and had a beard. The man gently held the hand of a young woman, who turned out to be Qi Luoling, but not Qi Luoling, because she was also wearing a hanbok and her hair was in a bun, and the two were talking and laughing and strolling along the beach.

He froze, then he was relieved. Maybe when a person misses another person, to the extreme, there will be hallucinations, always feeling that this person is right in front of you, but in fact, this person does not exist at all. This is probably the line in a certain movie: "When you fall in love with someone, you will find that the whole world is full of this person." ”