The night of Ningchun City is already deep, it is a snowy night, thousands of buildings are loaded with snow, and the bright moon is thin.

The silent snow fell silently in this silent night, and only the sound of the wind could be heard, and the footsteps of pedestrians walking on the snow, and the biting wind pierced the passers-by like knives, and the passers-by, or holding umbrellas, or tucking clothes......

Almost all of them walked forward with their heads down, seemingly with heavy but fast steps, declaring their dissatisfaction with the snow, no, perhaps they didn't care about the snow that had nothing to do with them.

Suddenly, in this silent world, there were more sounds, the sound of the cold wind rolling the violin, like the fragrance of flowers blooming in spring into people's noses, into the ears of passers-by.

Noble violin province with cold and silent snow.

However, the emotions rich in the violin match this snowy night, so mournful, so desolate, it is not the sound of grief and indignation, it is the sound of helplessness and despair.

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Wen Xin was gone, leaving the cold home, the home she had lived in for more than ten years, the bleak snow burrowing into Wen Xin's clothes from any gap she could get into, Wen Xin wrapped herself tighter with a scarf.

She didn't have an umbrella with her, so she had to let the snow perch on her, she didn't like to hold an umbrella, she preferred to wear a hat to fight the snow or rain than to rely on a small umbrella to protect herself.

She walked alone on the street, there were few people on the street, she listened to the song while walking, the song in the headphones was recommended according to her preferences, and with the song, the memories of the past in her mind kept coming back.

The father who was so strict with herself passed away, and the heart attack did not let go of this father who seemed to want to climb up all the time, and then she remembered her mother, no, she couldn't be considered a mother anymore.

Just a few days ago, under the coercion and temptation of her mother, or that woman, Wen Xin took the initiative to sign an agreement to sever relations when she became an adult, so, strictly speaking, she is no longer qualified to call that woman her mother.

After her father went bankrupt, her parents seemed to have been arguing, and when Wen Xin held her father's urn at the funeral, she couldn't tell from her mother's eyes that she was sad, did her mother really love her father? She often thinks so.

Not long after her father left, her mother began to complain to a real estate developer, and her mother, who had not been very homesick before, came back less often, and Wen Xin knew what was going to happen, and soon, they were getting married.

Her mother is really beautiful, even if she is about to be thirty-five, it is difficult for her to see the traces left by the years on her body, presumably this alone is enough for a man to fall in love with her.

My father was an orphan, so the responsibility of raising fell to my mother, and it was obvious that my mother's family didn't like her, and my mother also felt that she was a burden, and they quarreled in order to marry that man, and her mother stuffed her with money, said good things, and even made her experience the "maternal love" that she had never had.

In the end, what prompted Wen Xin to leave this home was the slap from her mother and the woman's decisive eyes that fell on her face, she was already very tired, the long-term lawsuit, private negotiation, had almost tormented her to the verge of collapse, she was physically and mentally exhausted, she thought it would be heartbreaking, but in the end she just signed it calmly.

At the last moment in the courtroom, she slowly stood up and bowed to the woman who had brought her into the world, as a gesture of gratitude.

She continued to walk towards the station, her mind seemed to be frozen, she wanted to cry, maybe it was frozen, or maybe her tears had long since dried up, and she couldn't cry.

It seemed to be brighter at last, and she finally reached the station, and she stopped at the door, shaking off the snow that was falling on her body.

In the rush of pedestrians, most of them are rushing home or working hard for their own lives, but she has no home to go back to, and she doesn't know where to go.

She let out a long sigh, then slowly leaned over to the side of the road and pushed away her suitcase and bag, she didn't have much in her hand, and the woman said kindly that she would send it for her, so she only brought some belongings.

She pulled out her violin, leaned her face lightly on the cheek rest, she could feel the cheek rest was cold, but her face was already cold and she didn't feel anything, then she put on her bow, pressed the strings, took a deep breath, stopped her trembling hands, and then moved slowly, and the sound of the piano began to diffuse like the fragrance of flowers with snow.

Every time she starts to play the violin, she becomes focused, she can forget many things for a short time, she isolates herself from this noisy world, as if she can't hear everything, immersed in the sea of emotions, but this time, she recalls while playing, and the sound of the piano is even more poignant.

Someone around gradually stopped to observe this girl who was as clean and beautiful as snow, her appearance inherited from that woman, many men secretly discussed her, poked each other and signaled, Chu Chu's pitiful expression with the desolate sound of the piano, made her look particularly dazzling, made people want to pity, she was holy in the light of the street lamp in the snowy night.

She played selflessly, and the melodious sound of the piano was at the door of this small station, quietly telling in such a dimly lit place, like crying.

She still cried at all, tears running softly across her impossibly beautiful face and falling densely on the violin, and she couldn't help but swing her body as if she were the only dancer in this white hell.

She wants redemption, she wants light, she is afraid that if she steps on the air, she will never be able to get up again, she wants to rely on, but she is afraid of losing, she wants reason, but emotions fill her body, she wants to escape from this life of chicken feathers, she says no to the future, she is afraid that the sound of the piano will stop, and she has to face such an empty world alone.

After three songs, she pulled down the last note heavily, and after making the bow arc in the air, the raised hand finally slowly fell.

After all, the sound of the piano stopped, and there was gradually a sparse applause around, and people marveled that there was such a beautiful young girl braving the sorcera on such a snowy night, but they did not know what a heavy blow life had given such a thin girl, and people always envied what others had, and did not care about what others lost.

Wen Xin slowly opened her eyes, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the snow on her body accumulated some, but it was not a lot, she looked up, the black umbrella came into view, a grandmother held the umbrella and looked at her kindly, she said: "Thank you." I received a sentence: "Little girl, it sounds so good." Then she put away her violin, ignored the pleas of the crowd, pushed away the crowd of people gathered around her, and walked towards the station.

On the way, there were several bold men who followed her, pestered her, asked her for contact information, and even asked her if she had a place to go, or go home with him. She didn't want to pay attention to these people, and just buried her head and walked forward.

After checking the ticket and entering the train, the voice was much quieter, she liked to sit by the window when she sat in the car, and this time was no exception, she leaned against the window edge, looking out the window at the snow.

The carriage was noisy, there were the crying of children, the sound of coaxing children, and even the whispering of people who were discussing the violin playing and discussing her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard ......"

A sudden voice interrupted Wen Xin, and she came back to her senses and saw her face reflected in the window, haggard and disheveled, like a rain-soaked dog shining on itself by a dirty puddle. It didn't take long for the train to start, and the scenery gradually ran backwards, she subconsciously touched her bag, raised her eyes to look around, took out her mobile phone and looked at it for a while, and then turned her head to look out the window.

Traveler in a foreign land, are you tired, even if tomorrow you will run to a distant place where you don't know where, now, please rest here, the gears of fate begin to turn, carry her forward.