The wind is bleak, and the rain is cold.

The farthest distance in the world, it should be, I am by your side, but you don't know me!

She can't find it back, can't she find it, can't she find it?

The sound of the piano quietly moved out of the community. Her tears were dry. She's doing her best, isn't she? Since you've exhausted all means and can't get it back, let's let it go.

Frustrated, she packed her bags and stayed in a hotel for the time being, and began to prepare for her return to the United States.

Although it is a long distance, it is easy to leave. Calling, booking a ticket, almost a few minutes booked. Qin Yin sat in the room in a daze. Just like that, from then on, really like amnesia, forgetting everything here forever? I knew that this was the case, so why bother to recall it in the first place? Without Lu An, without Ajing, her life may be happier than now, right?

It's not that she doesn't work hard, but if she doesn't respond, it's a fire, and it will eventually be doused by the cold rain.

However, reluctant, reluctant, unwilling, really unwilling.

The day before going to the United States, Qin Yin couldn't hold back anymore and came to the community early. Lu An's door was closed. The sound of the piano lingered in the hallway and stopped in front of Ah Jing's door. It was once her home. She spent many wonderful days and nights. Now, it's finally time to leave. Qin Yin put down a heart in front of Ah Jing's door. A colorful and perfect pottery heart. She went to the Tao Bar to do it when she was in Orange River. Now, it's no longer useful to stay around.

Coming out of the downstairs and walking a short distance, Qin Yin saw Lu An running on the trail, sweating profusely and running back. He never came out in the morning to go for a run before. Qin Yin stood behind the shade of the tree and began to have a heartache; Is he about to start a new life?

Lu An went upstairs, but Qin Yin couldn't control himself, and quietly followed up.

Lu An didn't go directly to open the door, he went upstairs, his expression was depressed, as if it was a habitual action, and slowly walked to Ah Jing's door. Holding on to the doorknob, he stood quietly. Ajing. I've always been here. Where are you?

He lowered his head and was surprised to see Tao Xin on the ground.

Lu An squatted down, his fingers trembling and picking it up.

He reached for something from his chest pocket. Qin Yin looked at it from afar, it was another pottery heart, the imperfect pottery heart she gave him!

Lu An put the two hearts together, sat down in the doorway, and began to cry silently.

Ah Jing is gone, and so is Qinyin. Everything is like a dream. He was the only one left, sitting alone. Where did this complete heart come from? Now, does he still have a full heart?

Qin Yin looked at Lu An around the corner, watching him cry silently. She hid her face and cried silently with him, crying about the yesterday that she couldn't go back to, and crying about the tomorrow that the two of them could no longer face.

Is love really a cloud in the sky, and when it falls, it becomes a rain of tears?

……

Lu An sat quietly on the ground for a long time. Lu Zishan has returned to Sichuan City. He was angry with Lu An about Qinyin's departure. But he couldn't bear to blame his infatuated nephew. In a fit of anger, there is only one way to fly away. Out of sight is out of sight.

Let's go. All gone. It's good that this world has fallen into a quiet place.

Lu An picked up the two Tao Hearts and put them in his pocket.

Perhaps, it was time for him to go. Leave with memories and pain. Never to come back.

Lu An, who wanted to enter the door, stood up suddenly, turned his head, and followed the sound of a thin inhale, and saw the mournful sound of the piano looking at him at the corner.

Her eyes were as red as peaches. This woman. Since I left Dongzi Mountain, I have seen each other again, and there seems to be no time when I haven't cried pear blossoms and rain. Is he that hateful? He bullied her to this point? Is she boring or is he excessive?

Anger rose in Luan's heart. He was really angry, for the unyielding entanglement and strange way of the piano sound, and also for this inexplicable torture.

He strode over, took out his two hearts, walked up to Qin Yin, and asked viciously, "You also put it?" ”

Koto was frightened by his menacing appearance. I don't know why he was so angry all of a sudden, in her memory, he has always been gentle and elegant, and he has always been obedient to her, like a pearl in his hand. He had never been so fierce to her before.

Kotoin nodded timidly.

What does she want to do? What exactly is she doing? She was so bored that she used such a strange way to attract him? Lu An gritted his teeth, almost strangling the sound of the piano in front of him. He stretched out his hand, pressed her shoulder fiercely, shook her fiercely, and roared like an angry lion: "Do you like me?" You want to chase me, don't you? It doesn't matter, I don't refuse other people's liking, but can you be normal, can you have your own way? Why are you imitating Ah Jing? Are you so bored that you want to torture me? ”

Qin Yin was shaken by him and his head was dizzy, tears flowed down, and he cried out loudly in desperation: "I have always loved you, Anzi, I have not imitated, I am Ah Jing, I am her, how can I use other ways?" I'm her, I'm her. ”

"You talk nonsense!" Lu An let go of her, yelled at her, and shook his head in pain: "How is it possible? From head to toe, you are another woman, you are the sound of the piano, how can you be Ajing? He turned in pain, no longer paying attention to the sound, and entered the door with his head bowed, his steps faltering, as if he had suddenly grown old.

Qin Yin looked at his back and stood in the corner crying bitterly, and he asked her to love him in her own way and not imitate Ah Jing. Did he always think she was imitating ? She's Ah Jing. Of course, she can only love him in Ah Jing's way. How did they get caught up in such a cycle? Ah Jing, that former past, has it become an obstacle that they can no longer push away?

Kotone wiped away her tears and walked to the door, pressing her face tightly against the cold door. She is really reluctant to leave, inside, there is that beloved man. No matter how much he misunderstood her, she loved him as much as ever.

It's just a wall. Is it really that far away from them?

Lu An rushed into the room, feeling like a mess of cotton wool in his heart, blocking him out of breath. There are countless spider silks around me, invisible and untouchable, but getting tighter and tighter.

Who the hell is she? How could she know so much about their past?

He ran and sweated, and he was tortured by such stimulation and anger just now. Back in the room, the person was crumbling as if he had collapsed.

Take a shower. Then get some sleep. Tomorrow, the dream will wake up.

He went to the bathroom to drain the water, soaked himself in the warm water, and let the water from the sprinkler head spray heavily on his face and body.

She said she was Ah Jing. How can it be? Ah Jing's ashes were held and put into the cemetery by himself. But if not, how does she know that much? How could she make a pottery heart of exactly the same color?

Lu An got up from the water, turned on the cold water tap, and poured cold water on his face non-stop. Is he crazy, or is the world of love messed up?

The sound of the piano stood in the doorway for a long, long time, as if it had stood for a century.

One last time. One last time, let her pluck up the courage to try again. She must leave without regrets.

If she is rejected again, she will not be miserable, she will leave immediately, get on a plane, leave here, be alone in a foreign land, or marry someone else. Covering the door of the heart, peaceful, without happiness and thoughts, ordinary and ordinary, like the black smoke that falls on the ground after the fire burns, living in silence for a lifetime.

Just this once! For the last time!