He Zhiyin swept the notebook that was ruthlessly thrown on the ground, father, mother, because of this, what about Qingyi? Is it also because of watching this?

He was hesitant to look.

Eventually, it was picked up.

A forty-year-old mature man has passed the age of getting angry at every turn, but at this moment, he feels that there is a fire burning in his heart.

No wonder, Qing Yi would look at him with that kind of eyes? Did she think she had a part in lying to her?

However, he did lie to her.

He Zhiyin smiled bitterly.

I still remember the first time I saw her, on the stage, she was wearing an ink-colored cheongsam, tilting her head, playing the cello, beautiful like a painting. He played the piano with accompaniment, and all he saw in his eyes was her.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time until I stepped down.

He knew that he had fallen in love with this girl at first sight.

Every time he practiced, he went instead of Zhixiang, he deliberately imitated Zhixiang's movements and expressions, and the two who were already similar were more similar, and almost no one doubted it.

Until I met her!

She said, "Why does it feel like you're a different person when you get off stage?" ”

At that moment, He Zhiyin wanted to tell her that it was not that she had changed, but that she was different.

Every time, at the end of the practice, they will change back, and he is just a shadow, a shadow that cannot be seen, and cannot be discovered.

So, even if he helped her, she only thought it was Zhixiang. Because, he said that he was He Zhixiang.

The rain was pouring down, and Han Qingyi, who was hurrying home, accidentally twisted his foot and fell to the ground.

He Zhiyin helped He Zhixiang finish practicing, and then quietly slipped away, and from a long distance, he saw her, a little embarrassed by the rain, her clothes were soaked, her hair was scattered and sticking to her cheeks, covering her ankles, and her face was a little haggard.

He hurried over, took off his coat, and draped it over her, wrapping around her petite body.

The moment Han Qingyi looked back at him, he was a little surprised, "Senior brother? ”

He Zhiyin was bitter in his heart, yes, he had always appeared in front of her as Zhixiang, "Little junior sister, are you broken?" ”

"Hmm."

Hand her the umbrella, "Take it, I'll carry you back." ”

Facing his dark brown eyes, he couldn't say anything about refusal, and he gave her the same feeling as playing with her on stage.

She lay on his back, he carefully supported her legs, I don't know why, Yin Yin is a person, but it gives her two completely different feelings.

"Senior brother, aren't you still practicing?" Han Qingyi remembered that when she left, Yin Yin saw that he was still in the practice room?

"Oh... Oh, no..."He Zhiyin didn't know how to answer, and stammered.

"Senior brother, what do you usually do?"

"Read books, listen to music, practice!" Yes, in addition to helping him cover, he is also working hard to specialize in medical books, hoping to cure Zhixiang's illness one day.

"Senior brother, do you have an older brother or younger brother?"

"Yes!"

"Really?" Han Qingyi's eyes lit up.

"Well, there is an older brother who is in the United States." I don't know why Han Qingyi asked this, Zhixiang said early in the morning that he couldn't let people know that they were together, no matter who asked, they all said that they were still in the United States.

"Oh..."Han Qingyi was a little disappointed. Since you are a person, why do you always give yourself two completely different feelings? Sometimes she really wonders, is it really the same person on stage and off the stage?

As if feeling Han Qingyi's depressed mood, He Zhiyin stopped talking and silently walked forward with her on his back.

Until they separated, the two didn't say a word.

Now I know that he was ridiculously wrong, and if he had told her the truth at the time, would they have had a different ending?