fingers of musicians

Not long after, there was another knock on the door, softly and politely, accompanied by "Yulou, it's me", Chang Liangyan's voice.

He Yulou glanced at the door, his face darkened, he didn't know that Chang Liangyan was there.

Wen Yuean's fingers holding He Yulou's wrist tightened suddenly.

"I'll open the door." He Yulou said.

Wen Yue'an tightly held He Yulou's wrist.

He Yulou let Wen Yuean grab it, stood in place, lowered his head, and looked down into Wen Yuean's eyes.

"Yulou?" Chang Liangyan called outside the door.

"Wait a minute." He Yulou said.

He looked down at Wen Yue'an, as if he could wait until the end of time.

"...Brother." Wen Yue'an shouted.

He Yulou still looked at him like that and didn't respond.

Wen Yuean looked at He Yulou, and slowly let go of her fingers.

He Yulou took a few steps to the door and opened it.He didn't let the door open wide, just opened it slightly wider than one person, just enough for him to block it.

Chang Liangyan's ears were a little red, but his face was pale: "Yulou...I heard everything."

He Yuge, who was on the side at this time, didn't know what to do. When she saw Chang Liangyan running over, she already regretted it. She knew that things would turn out like this, so she shouldn't have told Chang Liangyan about it.

Chang Liangyan bit his lip, biting hard, reminding He Yulou of their taste.Even after hearing those unpleasant words, she still looked at He Yulou with a little hope and asked, "It's not like that, right Yulou?"

If it was only her and He Yulou at this time, maybe, just maybe, she would hear other answers, maybe He Yulou would explain those strange words to her.But now, He Yuge is also standing beside her, and she looks at He Yulou like Chang Liangyan, hoping that he can say no, that he can say with a smirk like usual: "I lied to you, do you believe this?" You can calmly send Wen Yuean away alone.

No one knew what He Yulou was thinking at this moment.

He leaned against the door frame, pressing his slender fingers against the door, the tips of his nails turning white.

The sound of crackling rain outside the window made the room even more dead silent.

He remembered the sound of water around him when Chang Liangyan came up from the swimming pool.She was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit, her breasts protruding, her thighs firm, her hands resting on the armrests.Water droplets rolled down from her hair and body, and the sun was so bright that it illuminated those water droplets and streams with brilliance.

The girl's skin was like milk, with honey flowing from it.

He remembered Chang Liangyan sitting on the hillside in the suburbs, playing the clarinet.She is not good at playing such a simple musical instrument. The wind sometimes blows her short hair to her cheeks. hair, the sound of the flute immediately became nondescript.

She simply stopped playing and handed the clarinet to He Yulou generously: "You come."

Under the sun, the shallow wet marks on the flute mouth are obvious and vague.

Picture, sound, touch, smell, because of the appearance of Chang Liangyan, this summer has become very different. It is beautiful, but it is not the so-called artistic beauty that He Yulou has learned. This kind of beauty does not require appreciation and thinking , there is no need to dig and discover, it is there, natural, original and strong.

But summer is almost over.

"Yulou?" Chang Liangyan took a step forward, she wanted to reach out to touch He Yulou's white fingertips, but she held back, the two of them were not the only ones here and now.

He Yulou gave a low "hmm".

He knew that behind him, Wen Yue'an was also looking at him.

Wen Yuean looked at He Yulou differently from Chang Liangyan.If the gaze had substance, Chang Liangyan's gaze might leave two circles of tears in front of He Yulou's body, while Wen Yue'an's gaze would probably leave two scalding bloodstains behind He Yulou.

He Yulou took a long, silent breath, and said, "That's it."

Chang Liangyan stared at He Yulou, his lips parted slightly, and his cheeks moved slightly, as if out of control.

"He Yulou, you, then you still..." Chang Liangyan's chest heaved up and down for a while, "You are obviously not like that, you don't have that kind of disease, I know it."

He Yulou said, "That's it."

"Stop talking. I'm going home. I, I won't come to your house again." After she finished speaking, she didn't move. She was still looking at He Yulou, waiting for his reaction.

The tips of He Yulou's nails turned whiter, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "...OK."

"...Okay?!" Chang Liangyan took another step forward in disbelief, and punched He Yulou uncontrollably.

She felt that she couldn't stay any longer, so she turned around and ran out of the gate.

He Yuge chased after her, rather than comforting her, she wanted to make sure that Chang Liangyan would not tell this scandal.

He Yulou didn't turn around to look at Wen Yuean, he closed the door from the outside.

Wen Yuean turned the wheelchair, opened the door, and followed out. He Yulou turned his back to him and said, "Don't come here."

Wen Yue'an's lips moved, but she couldn't even say "Senior Brother".

He watched He Yulou walk away, and after a while, the sound of the piano came from the living room.

The melody was bold, dreamy, cute, and sweet, Wen Yuean had never heard it before, and he would not have been unaware of He Yulou's new song, let alone such a song.He stayed in his room, listening to that piece of music quietly.That was the first time he heard He Yulou playing the piano like that, it was obviously such a happy melody, but He Yulou played it over and over again to make it more and more sad.

After a long time, there was a sound of running footsteps in the yard.

"He Yulou." It was Chang Liangyan's voice.

The piano stopped.

Wen Yuean turned the wheelchair to the window, and saw He Yulou coming out of the room, standing in front of Chang Liangyan.He Yuge followed Chang Liangyan back and stood far away at the gate of the courtyard.

Chang Liangyan still held a picture and a stack of music scores in his hand.

"Here you go," she said.

He Yulou said, "If you don't want it, just throw it away."

Chang Liang said, "I'll ask you again——"

"That's it." He Yulou said.

Chang Liangyan looked at He Yulou with tears in her eyes, she nodded fiercely and tore all the papers in her hands into pieces.

The rain has stopped, and there is still water on the grass, slowly soaking the paper.

He Yulou lowered his head, looked at the shredded paper falling on the ground, Chang Liangyan thought he would have some reaction, but He Yulou only said: "It was given to you, it's up to you to deal with it."

Chang Liangyan was angry and sad, and couldn't help but said, "You, aren't you afraid that I'll tell others?"

He Yulou actually smiled slightly, like the boy in the painting.

He said softly, "I will do as you please."

Hearing this, Wen Yuean felt a sharp pain all over her body, as if her chest had been cut open with a sharp knife, letting these words whip her internal organs.This pain even reminded him of the feeling when he lost his legs in his distant memory.

Chang Liangyan looked at He Yulou, and burst into tears instantly: "I won't say it."

He Yuge breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Chang Liangyan's words.

Chang Liangyan cried for a long time before she calmed down. She wiped her face and said, "I'm leaving. He Yulou, I really won't come here in the future."

She turned around and walked a few steps, He Yulou said, "I'll see you off."

The two walked out of the yard for a long time without speaking.

When he reached the tree where Chang Liangyan had been waiting for He Yulou, Chang Liangyan stopped, looked up into He Yulou's eyes, and said, "I still don't believe you are sick. I know you are not, and I just know it. But I just I don't understand, you are obviously not sick, why do you say you have?"

He Yulou was silent for a while, looked at her and said, "Go back."

Chang Liangyan shook his head and didn't look at He Yulou again: "I'm leaving."

After she had walked a long way, she suddenly heard a soft and beautiful music.

She turned her head, He Yulou was standing under the tree, holding a leaf in his hand, playing the song just now, two concentric rainbows appeared in the blue sky after the rain behind him.

When He Yulou walked home slowly alone, he also asked himself: You are obviously not sick, why do you say you have it?

When he walked into the yard, he found that all the shredded paper had disappeared. He saw Wen Yuean sitting in front of the window from a distance, looking at him.

He Yulou actually didn't know why.

He stood in the yard, looked at Wen Yuean, thought for a long time, and finally came up with a possibility.

It was probably because Liangyan was his favorite girl. If another girl walked into his house this summer, that girl might also become his favorite girl.

Yue'an will not be the girl he likes, Yue'an is just Yue'an.

But Yue An... always Yue An.

If Wen Yue'an could know this, maybe many things would be different later, but he didn't know.

When He Yulou walked out of the yard with Chang Liangyan, he turned his wheelchair to the yard and picked up the wet shredded paper with difficulty.

That night, he kept putting together those scraps of paper until late at night, tidying them up carefully and gluing them together carefully.

The reassembled piano score has six pages, called "Xia", and under the title is written: To Good Words.

Every note, every word is written by He Yulou himself.

The painting also showed its original appearance, but it was distorted by the rain on the ground: a pair of beautiful feet.

Wen Yuean quietly turned the wheelchair to a full-length mirror.

He looked at himself in the wheelchair for a while, then bent down, and slowly placed the painting upright in front of the wheelchair, where his feet would have been.

Wen Yue'an looked at the mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a green shirt, holding a stack of re-glued piano scores, and a pair of slightly deformed but still beautiful feet under the empty trouser legs.

In the dark night, the person in the mirror kept stroking the three words "To Good Words" on the music score, and slowly pulled a bleak smile.

"If this song was written for me, I'd be willing to die now."