white rose

When I knew that Qiu was going to leave me, I felt as if my heart was dead. Although my mother repeatedly promised me that I would see Qiu in the future, that meant nothing to me, and I could no longer leave him.

Out of revenge, I started skipping meals because I was punishing me and my mother, and I knew how selfish I was.Mother and Qiu are the only ones who care about me, but I make them all feel sad for me.

I don't want to practice the piano anymore, because my piano sound was given by Qiu, and when he left, my piano sound went with him.I know that no matter who my future teacher is, it is impossible for me to care about me like Qiu.I had put all my heart on him, but it broke my heart that he refused to even say goodbye to me.

Looking at the roses in the garden, I only feel more heartbroken. The roses that I used to be attached to now make me feel even more vulnerable.I'm a selfish person, and I'm starting to admit that I do always have a little bit of a self-indulgent element.As long as someone gives me a little more care, it's hard for me to let go.

I became angry and stopped talking. I was really a failure. It took Qiu a year, and it seemed that because of my wishful thinking and my sensitivity and fragility, my success fell short.

I don't know if my performance at the banquet was really as successful as Qiu said, but what moved me was that in the end - Qiu came back.

When I finally saw him again a month later, he was exactly the same as before. In that moment, I was really grateful to my father, and all the bits and pieces of hatred I had for him disappeared in an instant.I don't know why I didn't think of thanking Qiu first, and then I realized that my gratitude to him had been buried in my heart.

We still live in peace as before, but I sometimes dream that I don’t know where Qiu has gone, and I am the only one playing the piano in an empty room. I search like crazy, but I can’t find him.It may be that my life is too boring, or it may be that I am too dependent on Qiu.All in all, I am really afraid that I will never see Qiu again.

One day Qiu's girlfriend came to him, but he never mentioned it to me, maybe because I never asked, I was very surprised at the time.His girlfriend is very beautiful, but I still think Qiu is better looking than her, maybe because I have seen too few people.

I really don't want her to see me, because my appearance is really hard for others to accept, and I don't want to see the same astonished eyes again.Fortunately, she didn't come in, I'm really glad.

I heard their conversation, and I felt baffled at first, and then I realized what the woman was referring to. I was a little ashamed, but I really had some "Oedipus complex", and I was very annoyed and angry when I heard her talking to Qiu like that. , I always feel that Qiu's gentle tone should get the same reply from everyone.But the fact is obviously not, that woman trampled on that warmth nakedly.

That woman doesn't deserve to be by such a kind Qiu's side.I said to myself, if it weren't for such a kind Qiu, I might have spent my whole life in helplessness and despair. She doesn't understand how precious Qiu is.

I finally realized that maybe it was because of this that Qiu gave up this job and me.My endless annoyance with myself is stronger than ever, and I've always been like this, only thinking about my own feelings, and never caring about those who care about me.For the first time in my life, I want to become stronger, just like a long-term sick person, I finally have the obsession with health.

Qiu just walked in calmly as before, without any ripples on his face, I could tell that the woman gave up on him, maybe it was because of me.Listening to his calm tone, I felt Qiu's helplessness for the first time.He showed himself for the first time in front of me, and the previous Cho was strong, positive, and full of life.

He used to have his own attachments and abandonment. Just like me, he also had times of confusion. For the first time, I met the lonely autumn like autumn.I suddenly wanted to comfort him softly like him, but he smiled at me immediately. He still won't always be immersed in his own sadness like me, he is far better than me.

When one has a goal, one must work hard to achieve it. I worked harder than before, and I began to care about my father’s attention to me. Sometimes I even offered to play in front of everyone. Qiu was also surprised by the changes in me. He was still very happy. Happy.I just kept my faith in my heart.

My skills are constantly improving, and more and more people want to know me, and some even want to invite me to participate in professional performances, but my father politely refuses, I know what he is afraid of, If I intentionally mentioned some of the grievances I suffered when I was a child, then the prestige he had built up over the years would immediately collapse, which would undoubtedly be a big blow to him.But my father started to visit me alone, which was unprecedented before. At first I was surprised and thought I had made some mistake. Later, he came more and more frequently, and I became calm.

I began to deliberately show my hard work, my talents, my gratitude to him, and my pride in the family when my father came.My father also started to ask me some questions. Sometimes he would frown after listening to my answers, but more and more often, he would listen with great interest.I know that my goal is getting closer.

My father soon increased the number of servants for me, and those servants who once looked down on me also began to be respectful, diligently wanting to get a word of appreciation from me.I satisfied them all, expressed my gratitude to them, and promised not to pursue the past, as if I became more and more like a master.

Qiu didn't care about this at all. Maybe he found out but didn't take it seriously. If he could predict the future, maybe he would stop it all, but he is Qiu, and he has always been full of kindness to this world.

I started to play in bigger venues, and I no longer feared the eyes of the crowd, and everything went on the right side.My father is no longer afraid to mention me, but he is a little proud to tell those people about my changes.More and more people began to be intoxicated by the sound of my piano, and I even started to arrange and create my own music.

Of course, Qiu supported me with all his strength, and sometimes he would discuss with me some compositional issues. At least half of the credit for those moving melodies was due to him, but he was like giving a gift to a child, never haggling with me. And only my name.

I seldom play these pieces for others. Sometimes Qiu will deliberately arrange for me to play them, but when it comes time to play, I always find various reasons to change them temporarily.Only I understand that I just want to play those songs that condense our hard work for him alone.

Later, my father specially arranged a housekeeper for me to handle my daily performances and chores. The new housekeeper is a tall, short but very capable middle-aged man. He is very enthusiastic and always arranges everything in an orderly manner. , I am very satisfied with him, and I am very relieved of him.

My hard work finally paid off, more and more people knew me, I began to perform in bigger and bigger venues, some newspapers planned to interview me, write a report about my affairs, and even some writers planned to give I published a biography, but it was always rejected by me. I am not a very strong person. I just hope that I can do what I can do and be satisfied.What's more, I really don't want to recall the old memories that were a bit ugly.

My inspiration is like an uninterrupted mountain spring, flowing out continuously, I began to create day and night, sometimes Qiu will be with me, sometimes by myself, my mind is full of those beating melodies, sometimes even eating Also forgot.Qiu is very worried about my state. He sometimes forces me to stop creating, but my mind is always out of control.My eye circles became darker and darker, and my energy became more and more listless. Finally, one day, I passed out due to overwork.

When I woke up, Qiu was sitting beside me.My first sentence was "Give me paper and pen". He was a little helpless, but said to me very seriously, "During this period, you should take a good rest, and leave the rest of the work to me."

I rested for a week, and my condition improved a little. Qiu was very efficient and quickly completed Chapter 2 of my symphony, the "White Rose".The deserted melody flows out slowly. Although it continues the same style as the first part, the melody is more beautiful. I even feel a little jealous of Qiu's talent.

"I seem to have really seen the sea of ​​roses."

"Really? You can go and see it. When you feel better, working all day is not something a child of your age should bear."

"I am not a child" I hate being defined as a child, as if you will never have the right to argue and participate, just like Qiu Nian left me without saying a word.

In a blink of an eye, I sneaked away in the second year. Qiu agreed to my father's request to stay and decided to take me for another year. This is the second time that Qiu has postponed. Although I know this is the result, I I still feel very guilty. If it weren't for me, Qiu might have been very successful by now.I hate myself for being so selfish, but I can't do anything about it.