That was when she accidentally broke her finger while doing dye. When he saw her bandaged hand, he asked.
Then she pretended to be aggrieved and said it hurt.
She had drawn her eyebrows in the morning, and she was sure that her slightly frowning expression was still a bit cute, at least not ugly.
She wanted him to see it.
But he is blind.
He just smiled and said: "I don't like pain either, but when it comes, we have to accept it."
"Sister Qin, haven't you heard that pain is the catalyst for human progress?"
"If it's just happiness, if it's just ordinary, how can there be such a thing as 'transcendence' in this world?"
He is a fool!
Who wants to hear him say this anymore?
She is not a philosopher!
But on this night when things had changed, his words echoed in her ears again.
This is correct.
Without love, how could she play the songs he gave her so well that even he would praise her? He rarely praised others. She has so many fans on Weibo, and he
, even she never seems to pay attention to what she wears every day.
Without love, it would be impossible for her to remember all the music scores, not even a single note wrong!
And love is pain.
But this pain is also sweet, otherwise, how could there be a stupid woman in this world to bear this pain alone?
The light on the corner of the table is orange.
This is a small gift given to her by Mr. Wei. It is said to be the newly developed concentrated lamp that can adjust seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, a total of twenty-eight tones. She prefers the orange among them, which is light and warm.
feeling.
Score after score gradually formed under her wrist.
"Lan Ke", "Scorching Flowers", "Top Page of the World"...
"The Great Dream", "The Road of the Saints", "The Great Master", "Creation", "Destiny", "Reincarnation"...
In fact, sometimes she would also think that she might not be in love with him, but rather admired her, and she had an uncontrollable admiration for him because of these songs.
But what difference does that make?
Women always fall in love because of admiration.
This is also the reason why many women in the world have Electra complex, if their father is really great and loves them.
In that way, they will become the most beloved person in their lives, and when they grow up, they will regard their father's image as the criterion for choosing a mate, searching endlessly for someone who can see the shadow of their father in them.
boy.
She has no admiration for her father, not since she was a child.
That father had another woman besides her mother when she was very young, and to her, he was more of a simple guardian than a father.
So that person was the first person she admired in more than 20 years.
He is also the first person to fall in love with.
man.
She would never forget the thrill in her heart when she saw him for the first time in the piano store and when she saw him playing "Lan Ke" for the first time.
Then one song after another.
The magnificence and tranquility of "The Title Page of the World" is like a person walking in the crystal city, the breeze is gentle, the sunshine is warm, the years are as quiet as flowing water, and often after playing the song, her heart becomes quiet, but she is in
In that silence, I unconsciously fluttered like a butterfly.
"The Road of the Saints" is so vast and profound, it is a very special piece of music. In fact, all his songs are special, but this one is especially special.
It seems to be composed of many fragments, which are either solemn, vast, solemn, or gentle.
When playing, the feeling given to her is sometimes like looking up at the mountains, sometimes like looking at the clouds and mists, and the myriad scenes, sometimes like boating on the waves, with only me in the world, and sometimes like being in the wilderness with no one in front of me and no one behind.
There was no one, heavy snowfall, and a vast expanse.
And when all the fragments were played, I felt that those were not fragments.
They are complete.
Just like the name of this piece of music, when they are independent one by one, they are saints and sages, and when they come together, they are the path of sages.
That is the road of time, and that is also the road of space.
It is a path that many people have wanted to take throughout the ages.
Even she, an ordinary little girl, could not get there after playing, but her heart longed for it.
With the persistence and emotion of "Changbai Spring", life gradually transitioned from forbearance to enthusiasm, and then surged like a volcano. The spring breeze was gentle but dominated the earth.
No matter it was the first time or every time after that, she was in turmoil when she played this piece of music. After playing it, she just wanted to ignore it, sing loudly, or run barefoot in the wilderness.
Together with the spring breeze in the song, it runs across the four seas of Kyushu, across thousands of rivers and mountains, bringing the fiery warmth and layers of fresh green to the whole world.
Then I melted into that colorful world.
The vicissitudes and holiness of "Kunlun Snow" seem to be a world that does not belong to the human world at all. It is aloof and lonely. The vicissitudes of life are condensed from the eternal, and the holiness is created by being spotless.
And when you think that's all you have, when you are walking through the vicissitudes and holiness through the notes, you suddenly stop.
In front of me, a snow lotus bloomed quietly in the snow and sunshine.
In an instant, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the world stopped.
For the pride and dignity of life.
But that life is still just open quietly, with its head raised to the sky and also lying on the ground.
"A Flower Blooms"...
By this time, she could no longer describe her feelings, because every time she felt different, the only thing in common was that she only knew that when she finished playing this piece, she would burst into tears, and she herself
But don't know.
I don’t know when I shed tears, nor why I shed tears.
Every time!
But there is no sadness.
Not even a little bit sad.
Her body is just warm, especially the palm of her right hand, which is like a little sun, her own little sun, warming her body and her soul. While it is warm, her body and soul both feel light.
Want to fly.
In the distance at the foot of the mountain, dandelions are planted.
Sometimes, after playing this song, she felt like thousands of dandelion seeds, carried by flower umbrellas, free and free, taking off all the shackles, floating in the blue sky and white clouds.
…
That night, the orange lights were always on in the tent.
That night, Zheng Qin silently wrote all the music scores that Xu Guangling had given her. She didn't play them, but every piece of music sounded in her heart.
When it was getting light, she felt a little tired and went to bed to rest.
Before resting, she did a little activity and a little dance. The mirror in the corner of the tent briefly showed her movements. When her clothes were fluttering, her movements were soothing, melodious, and beautiful.
In fact, there was no bed, just a thick mat spread on the ground. She lay down lazily and leisurely, smelling the freshness of the lotus leaves and the fragrance of the lotus that filled her nose. Before falling asleep, she suddenly remembered a movie she had seen before.
The first little word, and then the words, word by word, came to mind.
Spring banquet, a glass of green wine and a song.
Farewell to Chen Sanyuan:
The first wish is that my husband will live a thousand years, the second wish is that I will always be in good health, and the third wish is that like the swallow on the beam, we will see each other year after year.
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