Domineering Master's Favorite

When I opened the door and walked in, the air seemed to freeze, and at the same time, my breathing.

The man who was sitting on the piano chair in front of him was so handsome, his slender and fair fingers were fluently waving on the piano keys, his flaxen bangs were casually floating aside, his eyes were so clear.

Am I wrong?Why is there a sadness in his eyes that I can't understand.

Am I wrong?In the music he plays, what flows is suffocating sadness.

Now, I seem to know a little bit.Han Feiruo, his usual indifference may be caused by some reason.

"Have you seen enough?" I was so absorbed in the music he played that I didn't realize that he had already finished the song and stood in front of me.

I nodded in embarrassment, ignored him, went straight to the piano, and sat down on the chair.

With both hands gently stroking the familiar piano keys, the sadness gradually tore my heart.

Once upon a time, my brother also played this piano piece for me, and then taught me to play it.At that time, I had no talent for music, but my brother taught me patiently, and I still knew it.

Once upon a time, in order to impress my father, I studied hard for a long time, so that my fingers were full of calluses.But in exchange, only father looked indifferently and full of disdain.

Once upon a time, in order to play my beloved piano, I guarded it at all costs, but it was still smashed by my father.Blood flowed down my father's hand immediately, but I didn't feel sorry for it at all, only my piano that brought me many memories.

So from then on, I never touched the piano again.Because I was afraid, Dad destroyed these pianos again because of me.

Thinking of the bits and pieces of the past, tears came out of my eyes unsatisfactorily.But I didn't take it into account.

At this moment, how can I think that the other person here is distressed because of my cowardly tears.The heart that has been frozen for a long time is gradually disintegrating.

He walked up to me slowly and sat next to me, I didn't estimate this.

His hand touched the piano keys again, and said to me: "Do you still want to listen? If you want to listen, I will play another song for you."

I nodded and shook my head again. After thinking for a long time, I said, "Let me play with you! Okay?"

He seemed surprised that I made such a move, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

So, I no longer had the slightest scruples, and gradually touched the piano I was most proud of with both hands.

But now, how can I go back to the past.

The past years are like poured water, which can never come back.

The only thing to do is to wait for the sun to let the sun dry it gradually, so that it may be able to bury it deep in the memory.

I lightly pressed the keyboard under my fingers to familiarize myself with the piano keys I was most familiar with, but now, I don’t know if I have forgotten it.

After getting familiar with each syllable, I smiled and said to the person next to me: "What do you play?"

He thought for a while and said to me, "Just play the farewell song."

I nodded, I have played this piece many times, but now, I don't know if I have forgotten it.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the score slowly, while playing slowly.