After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

In country F in August, the high temperature broke this summer’s record.

The scorching sun baked the ground like a steamer, making people feel suffocated.

Song Yanxi's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he felt like he was about to be roasted.

If he had known that country F would be so hot this year, he should not have accompanied Song Yanning to travel to country F.

Song Yanning went to watch a musical. He was not interested in the musical, so he had to leave alone.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to find a shady place to sit down and rest.

After walking a few hundred meters, a music restaurant finally appeared in front of him, and Song Yanxi walked in without thinking.

The air conditioning in the restaurant is fully turned on, and the cold wind blows continuously, making people feel cool.

This music restaurant is full of romantic atmosphere and has the characteristics of F country. From the warm lighting to the elegant atmosphere and delicate decoration, it makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

The melodious piano melody allows customers to enjoy auditory enjoyment while enjoying delicious food.

Song Yanxi finished ordering in fluent F Mandarin and found that the soothing and gentle piano music suddenly stopped.

He subconsciously looked up at the half-foot-high table directly in front of the restaurant. The foreign girl who was sitting in front of the exquisite piano playing had already stepped down, and a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy wearing slightly exaggerated sunglasses stepped up.

The young man was wearing a simple white suit, and his skin was fair and translucent. Although his eyebrows were covered by sunglasses, Song Yanxi could tell from the lower half of his face that the young man had an extremely outstanding face, which could attract people's attention as soon as they met. kind of.

This restaurant not only has a dedicated piano player playing here every meal time, but if any guests want to come up and play, they just need to say hello to the restaurant owner.

I don’t know if the young man is a guest dining in the restaurant or the piano player of this restaurant.

Mr. Song has been in the army for most of his life. Song Yanxi grew up beside him. His temperament was influenced by him and he was not interested in those elegant arts.

Apart from being a little surprised by the boy's appearance, at first he didn't care or was interested in the boy's playing skills.

Until the music gradually sounded, Song Yanxi's thoughts unconsciously followed the ups and downs of the music.

From the calm before the storm to the lightning and thunder before the storm, to the struggle to escape and the sublimation of breaking through the shackles, it makes people's hearts tremble and their souls tremble.

The ups and downs of the melody aroused people's emotions, and many people unconsciously slowed down their meal.

Even if Song Yanxi had no musical ability, he could still feel the shock in his heart at this moment.

His deep eyes stared unblinkingly at the young man who was immersed in the performance.

Under the soft and warm light, a young man sat in front of a white piano, with a pair of hands that looked like they were carved from white jade dancing on the black and white keys.

Except for the pair of sunglasses on his face that were incompatible with him, he looked like a noble little prince in the castle.

Perhaps because his gaze was too compelling, the young man raised his head and looked at him as if he was feeling something. Then he saw the corners of the young man's lips slightly raised into a faint smile.

Under the warm light, the boy's smile was particularly conspicuous, and it was even brighter than the light.

Song Yanxi's brain suddenly became a little slow.

"Clap clap-"

The music stopped as the boy slowly pressed a few tail notes. The restaurant was silent for a moment and then burst into warm applause.

It wasn't until the applause disappeared that Song Yanxi came back to his senses. He searched for the young man's figure and found that he had already walked off the stage and was heading towards the door.

Without thinking, he got up and chased after him: "Wait!"

The young man turned around and looked at the owner of the voice.

The other person was wearing a light-colored sportswear. He had a handsome face with clear outlines, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a straight nose and thin lips. Although his facial features were not fully developed, he looked sharp and handsome at first glance.

He blinked doubtfully with his eyes hidden under his sunglasses, and asked in standard Chinese: "Are you calling me?"

The sound is clear and clean, refreshing like a clear spring in the mountains.

Song Yanxi glanced at the white roses that appeared in the boy's arms at some point, and nodded gently: "Yes."

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Hearing the boy's question, Song Yanxi tightened his temples unconsciously: "What was the name of the song you just played?"

""Piano Concerto No. 3""

"You play so well!" Song Yanxi praised sincerely, but fearing that the boy wouldn't believe it, he added: "This is the best music I have ever heard, bar none."

"Thank you." The boy raised his lips slightly: "Do you also like music?"

Song Yanxi stared at him and shook his head slowly.

"Since you don't like music, how do you know whether I play well or not?"

The young boy's thin lips as pink as cherry blossoms formed a faint smile, as clean and spiritual as a landscape painting, Song Yanxi's eyes were firmly attracted.

He didn't have the intention to answer the boy's question, and his eyes were just staring at the boy's lips.

When he didn't hear an answer, the boy said, "Huh?"

Song Yanxi thought for a moment: "Although I don't like music, I like your playing very much. Through the sound of your piano just now, I saw the sky being pierced by lightning, the thunder awakening the soul, the heavy rain sweeping away the haze, and feeling a An uncompromising and courageous spirit that breaks through oneself and overcomes sorrow, and does not admit defeat.”

The boy's eyes lit up: "You are one of the few people who don't like music but can understand my music."

Song Yanxi's eyes glanced at the lower half of his clean face, and she said mysteriously: "Can you take off the sunglasses on your face? I want to see your eyes. I think you must have a pair of bright eyes." Eyes of the stars.”

The young man was stunned for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, my eyes are a little inconvenient."

"It's ok."

Although Song Yanxi felt deeply sorry for not being able to see the boy take off his sunglasses, he did not force it. He changed the question: "Are you the piano player in this restaurant?"

"No."

"then you……"

Song Yanxi opened her mouth to ask again when she saw a foreign girl with beautiful golden curly hair at the door, calling in half-baked Chinese: "Xiao Lian, let's go."

The young man responded "Okay", then curved his lips and said to Song Yanxi: "The world is so big, it is a beautiful fate that we can meet. I give this flower to you, I hope you like it."

He took a few steps forward and handed over the white roses he was holding in his arms.

Song Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it: "Thank you, I like it very much."

"I'm leaving first. We'll meet again when we are destined."

The young man smiled politely and hugged him, then turned and left.

Song Yanxi recalled the rose-scented hug in a daze, feeling like a stone was suddenly thrown into the calm lake water, causing ripples to ripple round and round. The ripples grew bigger and bigger, shaking. The whole heart stirred up waves.

By the time Song Yanxi came to his senses and chased him out, the young man's figure had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

We are destined to meet again, can we really meet again?