Sheng Weixu kept saying intermittently in Lin Shenwan's ear, saying many, many words, his voice became more and more hoarse, lighter and lighter, and the temperature of his body became colder and colder......

Lin Shenwan noticed that Sheng Weixu was not wearing much.

And the spring dusk in T City is a little cool.

The cool breeze was a little strong, rolling up the debris on the ground, and it was drizzling in the sky.

Afraid that Sheng Weixu, who was cold, would catch a cold, Lin Shenwan took her hand and led her towards his car parked on the side of the road.

......

Sheng Weixu was sent home by Lin Shenwan.

The maid boiled a bowl of health soup for Sheng Weixu to replenish his body, Sheng Weixu didn't drink it and went upstairs.

Lin Shenwan was afraid that Sheng Weiwei would have an accident, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to think about it, so he followed her upstairs.

Sheng Weixu went upstairs, and even followed by Lin Shenwan without noticing, and went directly into the master bedroom of himself and Sheng Qing.

Sheng Weixu's eyes were as quiet as a dry well, too desolate and lifeless, Lin Shenwan didn't dare to disturb her, nor did he dare to leave, standing at the door of the room to guard her.

Lin saw Sheng Weixu return to the room in the evening, took out his violin from the closet, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom, and played the piano in the hazy moonlight.

Sheng Weixu is a violinist, an excellent violinist, and once held his own recital.

The violin has a melodious sound and beautiful timbre, but the sad Sheng Weixu plays a particularly sad, deep, and mournful violin song......

In the hazy moonlight, Sheng Weixu's thin and thin body stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the whole person was very distressed.

On this night, the sound of the violin sounded in the Sheng family's villa......

I don't know how many tunes I played, and when Lin Shen listened to it at night, the corners of his eyes were a little sour, Sheng Weixu finally stopped and threw the violin on the cold floor.

Sheng Weixu turned around and took the letter of a few words left by Sheng Qing and went to bed. Ignoring the violin abandoned by himself, he whispered in a low and hoarse voice: "I don't want to be radiant, I just want you to come back......"

Lin Shenwan at the door heard this sentence and looked at Sheng Weixu, who had gone to bed, and his eyes were wet with tears.

Yes, it is the credit of Sheng Qing to be able to become an excellent violinist.

It was he who turned the violinist into a brilliant violinist......

The person on the bed stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and the eyes that were once clear and bright were now quiet and frightening.

Sheng Weixu looked at the ceiling, and in his godless eyes, Sheng Qing's prosperous face entered the depths of his eyes little by little, hitting his heart.....

"Brother, if there is no marriage, without me, will you live a good life......"

"In fact, Sheng Qing's life should not have the ..... of Sheng Weixu, a broom star."

"Then you'll be fine...... I shouldn't have left and sunk again when we met again......"

"I deserve to die in that car accident...... That way, you won't have ...... today"

"I don't believe you're really going to leave me, brother, will you come back?"

Sheng Weixu's voice was very soft, and her eyes were open, and her eyelids gradually became a little tired, and she closed them gently and slowly......

A soft, low and hoarse murmur overflowed: "Brother, I miss you...... I miss you......"

Sheng Weixu held the letter left by Sheng Qing in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes little by little, and the bitterness and regret spreading at the corners of his mouth were deep and heavy.

"I shouldn't have come back, we shouldn't have reunited, we shouldn't have continued our marriage, at least you're still alive......"

Sheng Weixu closed his eyes, still dragging the letter in his palm, and opened the past between himself and Sheng Qing in the dream.

Encounters, entanglements, the time that passed when I was young, and all the grievances and grievances were all played like a movie in Sheng Weixu's dream......