It rained and the sky was washed away.

Those who stay in the basement won't know that when the rain passes, stars will streak through the dark night sky.

Shi Yanchen sat in the cage, listening to the laughter coming from the picture, while looking at the text message sent by Jiang Wei on his mobile phone.

He sent a photo.

It was Xia Yuning who hugged Sheng Yuzhe, and the two of them walked with each other.

To be honest, it's a pretty good match.

It's kind of wonderful.

Xia Yuning - this person he liked all his life in his last life, why didn't he like it in this life?

Whether it was watching her with Sheng Yuzhe or rubbing herself medicine on the court, Shi Yanchen didn't have any waves in his heart.

On the contrary, a wave of disgust arose for no reason.

But that's not right.

Xia Yuning should stay in the cage with him.

Shi Yanchen thought about it as he exited the chat box.

At the bottom of the message interface, there is a message that has not yet been clicked.

He frowned.

Mu Xinan: [It's raining so hard, did you bring an umbrella?]

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Shi Yanchen stared at this message for a long time, but did not reply to her.

It's been two hours, and she sees that he's not there, so he must have left a long time ago.

For some reason, this thought made Shi Yanchen suddenly feel stabbed in his heart.

Why?

Why did even Mu Xinan treat him like this?

He gave her the opportunity to get close to Sheng Yuzhe, bought her ice cream, and taught her to play the piano.

But this man has no conscience at all.

I only sent one message, and I never posted anything else.

It's really bad.

He should have known it a long time ago, knowing that Mu Xinan only likes Sheng Yuzhe.

But she didn't mean it...... Didn't she say that they were friends?

Why don't you even say hello between friends?

It's really bad.

Shi Yanchen thought about it, and his head was full of the smiling face of Mu Xinan, an evil girl.

He was a little irritable, and raised his hand to turn off all the surveillance screens.

The room was dark.

Shi Yanchen sat for a while and decided to go out.

The outside was brighter than the inside, and the air that had rained was filled with a strange smell.

He stepped on the stone road and left the Shi family compound directly.

The dilapidated buildings on the road facing Xiande No. 1 Middle School were once full of extracurricular training institutions.

Shi Yanchen's mother taught piano lessons here.

She is a piano teacher.

The most relaxing moment when he was a child was lying on the blanket floor, holding his chin with his hands, listening to his mother play the piano.

The sound of the piano will drift along the mind far, far away.

It's a pity that there are no more moments like this.

Sometimes Shi Yanchen wonders, why can't he be reborn back when his mother was still there?

Why is he still unloved in his first life?

When he arrived at the dilapidated building, Shi Yanchen stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

The corridor was very dark and dark, and the sensor lights were not on.

There was a power outage.

In the darkness, he heard the sound of the piano.

It's very light, it's light.

The tune is familiar.

His mother used to play it.

Shi Yanchen was almost stunned, he thought she was back.

Or rather, he thought it was a dream.

The scene in the dream was dark, and nothing could be seen, only the sound of the piano guided him towards the source of the sound.

The further inside, the clearer the sound becomes.

The innermost room is a glass room with a faint firelight.

The boy walked over slowly, stood in the doorway, and stopped.

The fire came from the white candles on the piano, and the light was not bright, concentrated in that place.

The shadow of a piano player is printed on the wall.

He stared at the shadow, and the melodious sound of the piano was in his ears.

The person playing the piano was very focused, and he didn't dare to rush forward to disturb him.

For a long, long time, the end of the piano faded.

The man who played the harp looked at him—

"Shi Yanchen? Is that you? ”

After Mu Xinan sent a message to Shi Yanchen, he guessed that today was likely to be his mother's death day.

He must go back to accompany his mother.

So she didn't bother with any more messages.

Shi Yanchen didn't come, but Mu Xinan didn't think about slacking off.

Playing the piano has become a habit for her, and she has a mobile phone where she can look for tutorials online.

Mu Xinan taught himself new fingering and repertoire, and after playing, he found his favorite piano music to compose it.

She practiced this song all night, wanting to show Shi Yanchen her progress.

As I practiced, the light above my head suddenly went off and went out all at once.

The surroundings are plunged into darkness.

She remembered that Shi Yanchen said that the voltage in this building was unstable.

Today there is thunder again, and it is normal for the power to go out.

Mu Xinan rummaged through the room and found a pack of white candles and a lighter.

She lit it and played it again.

I forgot the time and didn't notice that someone was coming at the door.

When Mu Xinan turned his head, he saw a young man standing there.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she recognized it at a glance.

"Shi Yanchen, is that you?" Mu Xinan was a little surprised.

She didn't think he would be here today.

The boy heard her voice and woke up from a dream.

"Why are you still here?" Shi Yanchen walked in and asked her.

Under the light of the candles, the shadows of the two were projected together on the wall.

Mu Xinan got up and looked back at him, and saw that the broken hair on his forehead was a little wet, but there was no rain on his body.

"I'm practicing!" She replied.

"Is this a tune you learned yourself?" He asked again.

Mu Xinan nodded, "How is it?" I'm okay with it, right? ”

The boy didn't answer.

His eyes were dark and bright in the flickering light.

He stared into her eyes, as if to poke something different out of these bottomless eyes.

"Why are you here?"

The boy asked a different question.

He was not satisfied with her answer.

What do you mean by "I'm practicing"?

He's not here, she has no one to guide her, why can she sit here and practice so calmly?

Is it that whether he is there or not will not affect her interest in practicing?

Could it be that he disappeared and she could sit here and practice in peace?

Mu Xinan, you are really bad.

He thought so in his heart, and his face no longer maintained its original politeness.

Mu Xinan noticed it.

It was written in the novel that in the past, Shi Yanchen would stay with Xia Yuning on the day of his mother's death.

But since Xia Yuning met Sheng Yuzhe, this rule has been broken.

So, if today is really the death day of Shi Yanchen's mother, then according to the plot of the novel-

He didn't have Xia Yuning by his side.

No wonder he was so upset.

In a few short seconds, Mu Xinan didn't have time to empathize and think about how she would want others to comfort herself if she encountered this situation.

She just subconsciously wanted him not to be so upset.

So, her shadow slowly approached his.

She hugged him.

The boy's body stiffened suddenly.

Mu Xinan didn't have any other thoughts at this time, she just hoped that he would feel better.

"I don't know when you're coming, and I don't know if you're going to come today."

"I sat here and played the piano for a long time with a 1% hope."

"Because I thought, what if, what if you come and don't see me?"

The firelight was blown by the wind, and the shadows on the wall moved with it.

But the two hugged each other, and neither pushed anyone away.

Shi Yanchen's eyelashes fanned, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"What if I can't see you?" The boy asked in a low voice.

"You must think I'm a bad student who doesn't love the piano!" Mu Xinan joked.

"Well, you're a bad student."

"Huh?!"

"Very bad, very bad kind."

In the darkness, the boy was surrounded by the breath of the girl in his arms.

She still smelled of cheap laundry detergent.

As soon as she smelled the shampoo on her head, she knew it was the most common brand of mass in the supermarket.

Obviously, it doesn't make people feel unique.

Why does it smell different today than last time?

Mu Xinan's mind was full of what Shi Yanchen said in a hoarse voice - "very bad, very bad kind".

Damn!

wc！

She just found out! They're hugging!

The kind where the body is close to the body!

The smell on his body is faint, how can there still be a smell of metal?

However, it smells good.

Mu Xinan inhaled the smell and recalled what he had just said.

Heartbeat – involuntarily accelerating.

It's getting faster and faster, and I want to jump out of general.

Then she heard the boy's low voice: "Are you going to have another nosebleed?" ”