fingers of musicians

Later, Chang Liangyan no longer came to the He family.He Yuge also no longer mentioned the matter of sending Wen Yue'an for medical treatment, but this was her last resort for the He family, so she hated Wen Yue'an even more, and even had no good feelings towards He Yulou.

Wen Yue'an seemed to be unaware of all the evil words and angry eyes, and became like when he first came, always sitting alone, lifeless.

He Yulou would sometimes silently do some of his own things by his side, reading or writing, but he no longer provoked him like before.

Gu Jiapei also noticed something was wrong, so she went to ask Wen Yuean what was wrong, but he just looked out the window and whispered, "I'm homesick."

He Shenping also heard it, and when he really remembered what happened when he was a child, he brought up the incident at the porcelain factory.Jiang He has been painting all his life. When he was homesick, he would immerse himself in painting. There are many peonies in his hometown, so he often painted two or three peonies to express his nostalgia.He Shenping had dealt with musical instruments all his life, and the porcelain factory had no conditions, so he cut a flute himself, which was considered comfort.

"So, Yue'an," He Shenping said to Wen Yue'an, "Go play the piano."

Wen Yuean asked: "Don't you want to play the piano?"

He Shenping said, "It will feel better."

When she was a child, Wen Yue'an was homesick and unable to get it, but after having He Yulou, she didn't think much about it.Now, he wanted He Yulou but couldn't get it, so he changed to practicing piano.

Instead of practicing for a few hours a day like before, it was like an addiction, as long as no one yelled, he could keep playing.

Gu Jiapei was a little worried, but He Shenping said that if he likes it, it's not a bad thing. Many artists only do one thing in their life.

It really doesn't seem like a bad thing, because since Wen Yue'an began to practice the piano almost crazily, he seems to be recovering gradually, as if the piano really made up for what he couldn't ask for, and the sound of the piano filled the empty body again.

Wen Yuean became normal day by day, and even He Yulou dared to joke like before: "You practice like this, do you want to beat me?"

Wen Yuean cast a glance at He Yulou, and replied, "Do you dare to come?"

He Yulou's smile deepened: "Why don't you dare?"

Slowly, the relationship between He Yulou and Wen Yuean seemed to be back to the past.

For a while, although it was only a short period of time, in Wen Yuean's memoirs, the page after page of records became like the days that were almost the same in the past, and he began to write carefully, repeatedly, and tirelessly about what He Yulou played with him Qu, what kind of tricks did he play chess? He Yulou likes to lie on the grass in the yard, covering his face with books or piano scores, sometimes dew and grass marks on his body.

Those memories are so detailed that He Yulou was lying on the grass writing a tune, fell asleep while writing, his pen rolled from his hand and fell into the stream, a small fish used its mouth to push the pen to rest on the pebbles The picture of the pen was also recorded.

After a while, the wind picked up, and one piece of music score was blown up, and one piece floated to the surface of the stream.

When He Yulou woke up, he sat up with a cocklebur stuck in his hair.The green, burly fruit landed on the sleepy-eyed He Yulou, making him look less intelligent than usual.He looked around, picked up the scattered piano score, and walked into the house while humming the melody on it. When he reached the door, he suddenly wanted to make changes: "Where's my pen?"

Wen Yuean said, "In the water."

He Yulou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, went back and fished out the pen, and stood by the stream with a wet pen in hand to change the piano score.

Wen Yuean called out after entering the room, "Senior brother."

He Yulou: "Huh?"

Wen Yuean: "Come here."

He Yulou walked over, Wen Yuean said: "Squat down."

He Yulou squatted in front of Wen Yuean, and Wen Yuean took the cocklebur from his head.

The four eyes meet, too close.

He Yulou wanted to leave quickly, so he smiled and said, "Look, the cocklebur fruit is fruiting, autumn is here, haha. I'm going...to write a song to praise the great, cough, autumn."

"Wait." Wen Yuean said.

His thumb and index finger were still pinching the cocklebur, but the remaining three fingers couldn't help touching He Yulou's messy sleeping hair, once, twice, to smooth the curled hair.

In Wen Yue'an's imagination, his finger moved down a little, stopped on He Yulou's lips, and traced carefully.But he didn't really do that, he just traced the two lips with his eyes for a while, and then turned the wheelchair a few steps back: "Brother Shi, when you finish writing the song, show it to me. I'll go practice the piano first. "

Soon it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Yisi Year.

That afternoon, He Yulou took Wen Yuean to a piano room in the middle school attached to the Conservatory of Music.There are two black pianos facing each other near the window in the piano room, and there are two handwritten scores on them.

He Yulou pushed Wen Yuean to a piano, and Wen Yuean saw the words on the cover of the score:

Ode to the Autumn Wind

Composed by He Yulou

He turned a page and found that it was a piece for two pianos, and there was a little hope in his eyes that he hadn't seen in many days: "This...was written for us?"

He Yulou sat in front of another piano and smiled calmly: "It's not for anyone, it's just a song of autumn wind."

Wen Yuean responded, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Come?"

"En." He Yulou raised his hand.

The two played together.

The sound of one piano is vast and flying, and the sound of the other is quiet and mournful.

The autumn wind outside the window blows down a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus, blowing into the piano room with the wind.

The two teenagers played the last line of the whole song, raised their heads, looked at each other, and saw thin white petals floating in and falling on each other's heads.

A song of autumn wind, a song of white hair.

The music stopped.

There was no applause, not even the sound of breathing.

As if a century had passed, no one had reacted.

Zhong Guanbai raised his head and saw Wen Yuean's wheelchair parked next to the fence in the first box on the second floor of the theater.The box fence of the theater is slightly extended like an open-air balcony. If people in adjacent boxes stand near the fence, they can not only see each other, but even shake hands.Wen Yuean was turning her head to the side at this time, facing the man standing in front of the fence of the second box.

Zhong Guanbai found that Wen Yuean seemed to be getting old suddenly, and the black hair he had combed for Wen Yuean not long ago had quietly turned into white hair.

Ji Wentai and Lu Zaoqiu stood behind Wen Yuean.

Ji Wentai bent down, as if saying something in Wen Yuean's ear, with his usual smile on his face, as if he didn't care, but his eyes were sad.

After hearing what Ji Wentai said, Wen Yuean raised her hand and touched her temples: "Is it all white?"

Ji Wentai said: "It looks good when it's white."

"It should have been white long ago." Wen Yuean looked at the man in the box next door, and his hands clasping the fence with white gloves, and whispered to himself: "It's just, senior brother...I haven't seen you, I don't Dare to grow old. It would be great if you could really sing the autumn wind and turn the white hair back in those days."