cold flame

"Are you ready? Your dad was just asking when you were going out. Isn't it just the school celebration performance? How many times have you performed on stage, and you're still so nervous."

The first thing Mother Lin did when she got home from work was to go to her son's room. Seeing that Lin Mo had changed into his father's new suit, her eyes lit up, and she praised with a smile: "It's all changed, this suit is really suitable, Better looking than those stars on TV."

Lin Mo couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not that exaggerated, haven't you worn formal clothes many times before?"

"How can it be the same? I used to wear it and looked like a little boy, but now I look at it, I'm a big boy. When will you go there? I have to clean the house and I can leave later."

"I'm going to go ahead now."

"Okay, then you go first, it's close to the school anyway." Mother Lin opened the door of the closet, took out a black coat for him from inside, watched her son put it on, and suddenly asked: "By the way, what are you going to do with the school?" Is there something wrong with Wenxuan? Why do you two look weird these days, and you don’t talk much when you’re together.”

"He's been busy recently, and I've been busy with classes too, so I haven't talked much." Lin Mo restrained his smile, and straightened the shirt inside after putting on his coat.

Lin's mother didn't know whether to remind or persuade, said: "It's fine, we are all one family, if there is any unpleasant quarrel, just let it go."

"I know, then I'll go first." Lin Mo smiled slightly and left with his hands in his coat pockets.

The winter twilight came early, but there was still a lot of traffic in front of the school gate, and it was very lively.The banners hanging from the hot air balloons lined up, all of them were written with the anniversary message in bold yellow characters, and the teenagers and girls in costumes had an impromptu dinner in the small restaurant in front of the school, laughing and chasing each other unscrupulously ran past.

Lin Mo entered through the gate alone, and gradually slowed down his pace along the willow trees beside the morning book pool. There were only a few dead leaves blown down on the calm and deep pool, like plant specimens placed on a mirror, motionless. Be with the cold water in the coming bleakness.In the early summer of next year, the scene will be quite different again. The lush green lotus leaves are tightly attached to each other, swaying in the breeze and releasing the summer fragrance.

This is the first time Lin Mo has returned to his alma mater after graduation. Although it is less than 10 minutes' walk from home, every time he passes by here, he just walks hurriedly and takes a look at the roadside at the school gate before leaving.

It is impossible to say "I don't have any idea of ​​going in and taking a look".On the contrary, it is precisely because of carrying too many memories that it is even more daunting.Three years, it seems short and narrow in the scale of a human life, but when viewed closely, it is a fixed point that can be accurate to the slightest, and its story is written in every frame.

For Lin Mo, the story of his youthful period should be like the black and white keys on the piano. It seems simple and pure, but in fact it has a long meaning.The companionship of those friends and the difficulties of preparing for the exam are as silent as they are lively and hilarious. His little efforts and gains are like the morning book pool in front of the teaching building, which changes in different seasons, but has always been in the this.

There is only a different kind of affection, which sprouted quietly in the past three years, became huge for a moment, and finally collapsed suddenly.

The surface of the pool under the street lamp reflects the towering teaching building opposite. On the last day of this year, the sound of reading books and talking and laughing no longer floated in. Only half of its majestic body was thrown into the water. Sparkle.

"You'll be next, okay?" Father Lin deliberately ran to the dressing room backstage to find his son and asked.

As the vice-principal, he was dressed in formal attire today, and his silver-white hair was combed meticulously. Father Lin, who had given a calm and composed speech before, was unexpectedly concerned about his son's reappearance at his alma mater after four years of absence.

"No problem, Dad, don't be nervous." Lin Mo leisurely walked out of the dressing room and glanced at the stage.

"This is the 20th anniversary of the school, and many leaders are here. Of course, nothing can happen, otherwise, where will the school face?" Father Lin reminded him of the importance of this occasion with a serious face.

At this moment, the host began to introduce the next program, Lin Mo turned around and said, "Dad, I'm going on stage, please take your seat."

The curtain slowly parted, and a black grand piano stood on one side of the huge stage. The slender man had a straight back and faced the audience sideways. The round light projected on him, invisible magnifying his ironed cuffs, clean and neat silhouette, Thick and slender eyelashes, the surrounding darkness set off the only light, like the brilliance radiated by himself, making people unable to move their eyes away.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and there was a tacit understanding until the man raised his hands before returning to calm.The flowing melody overflowed from the flexible fingers, and the clear and melodious gradually turned into a heavy and majestic one. Lin Mo's expression also changed accordingly. It is not difficult to see that he is devoting himself to the ocean of music he created.

He who is so indifferent and dazzling is being deeply taken into the eyes of another person.

At the end of the song, the lights were on, Lin Mo got up and bowed deeply to the audience, the applause was up and down, the red curtain slowly closed, and he left at a leisurely pace.

He walked around from the backstage to the seats in the auditorium, found Father Lin's seat, and was about to say hello and go home. For Lin Mo, the task was completed, and he was never interested in the various performances that followed.

"Momo, sit here." Father Lin pointed to the reserved seat beside him, and introduced him to a man and a woman sitting on the other side of the seat, "This is Uncle Zhang, do you remember when you saw it when you were young? This is you Uncle Zhang's daughter is one year younger than you."

Lin Mo had no choice but to sit down, and greeted them with a smile in the dim light.

"Momo has grown up, she is really a good-looking talent." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

The girl sitting next to Lin Mo also laughed crisply and said, "Your solo just now was really wonderful."

"Thank you."

Father Lin's words reached his ears in a moderate manner, "You young people can still chat with young people, haha."

As if to verify the words of the elders, the girl continued to ask with a smile, "How much have you learned playing the piano?"

"When I was very young, around 5 years old."

Afterwards, they also chatted in a similar question-and-answer manner. It was not a contradiction, but his patience was quickly exhausted. Taking advantage of the gap between the girl and her father talking about family affairs, Lin Mo was about to take the opportunity to leave.

"How is it, can we still chat?" Father Lin turned his head slightly and asked in Lin Mo's ear.

Hearing the temptation in his father's tone, Lin Mo said sharply: "Dad, so you are so nervous about today's performance because you want to introduce Uncle Zhang's daughter to me."

Father Lin was a little embarrassed by his son's unceremonious piercing, and said: "I think you are about the same age, it's okay to make friends as soon as you get to know each other, the girls are pretty and well-behaved, even Wenxuan Not bad."

"Wenxuan?" Lin Mo's attention was attracted by these two words, and he couldn't help asking, "How did he know?"

"He saw it before..." Father Lin turned his head to look for Gao Wenxuan who was sitting behind him, but found that the seat was empty, "The person who was sitting here watching your performance just now may have gone to the bathroom."

Lin Mo got up and said to Father Lin, "Dad, I'm going to the bathroom too."

The auditorium is on the second floor. Lin Mo went out from the side door, stood at the open-air staircase, and looked at the dark silhouettes of trees in the distance. He wanted to smoke a cigarette but found that the cigarette lighter was left behind in the lounge in the background.

He didn't expect Gao Wenxuan to come to the show. Since Linzi's birthday, their relationship has undergone subtle changes.To be precise, it was Lin Mo's unilateral alienation. This kind of situation had happened before, but Gao Wenxuan had always turned a blind eye to it at that time, calmly maintaining the superficial harmony in his usual way.

This time it was different. Facing Lin Mo's deliberate avoidance, Gao Wenxuan chose not to bother him cooperatively.

Regarding Gao Wenxuan's question that day, he also tried to ask himself in his heart, should he blame the other party?As a husband, he spent all his spare time with his sister. As a psychologist, he also found out in time that he was actively treating her sister.

Yu Li doesn't seem to be at fault.Yuqing, but it is difficult to persuade selfishly to stand on the elder sister's point of view to understand the touch point of the matter. In the final analysis, it all lies in Gao Wenxuan's superficial excellence and perfection.

If he wasn't so good at disguising, perhaps Lin Ran wouldn't feel unbelievable after knowing the truth, but would my sister still be tempted by a real him with all his desires and self-interest exposed?

People are very complicated, and love is based on the contradictions above the complexity.It can contain everything, and it can overthrow all.