It's a lot of money

People come and go outside the opera hall.

Yan Ji had a ticket in her hand, and she secretly stuffed the other ticket into Tong Ya's bag.

This is the first time that The Phantom of the Opera has performed in China. Tong Ya mentioned it, and she likes it very much.

Yan Ji didn't like it very much.

Although there are so many famous musicians by her side, this person still doesn't have much musical talent. She said, find a place to listen to a few people talking about cross talk, or commenting on storytelling, or duorenzhuan. Piano is fun.

But she would go to Yu Xinyue and Tong Ya's concert every time, and if it was too late, she would stick to watching the whole thing online.She felt that the two of them were extremely beautiful, and even the upbeat music of Yangchun Baixue became much gentler and approachable.

The last time Tong Ya casually mentioned it, she specially asked someone to buy these two tickets.

One was hidden in her bosom, and the other was secretly stuffed in Tong Ya's bag when she was not paying attention.

It seems that she will keep every word Tong Ya said in her heart, and firmly remember that in the past, she just thought it was because of good girlfriends, but since Yu Xinyue pointed it out, that so-called "friendship" began to change slowly. A look.

It turned out that the clear and blue sky was filled with orange red, bright and ambiguous sunset glow. Looking up, the clouds and neon are repeated again and again, which makes people unable to understand.

Yan Ji was not a person who likes to go around, but in this matter, he was extremely shy, and was always scolded by Yu Xinyue as "can't bear it and can't let it go".

She waited bitterly in the opera hall, people came and went, but she didn't see Tong Ya.

In the end, Yan Ji watched the opera in the first row, and there was an empty seat around.The audience was careless, twisting their fingers, and the tears and smiles of the people around seemed to have nothing to do with her.She was only thinking, did Yaya not see that ticket?

I still saw it and didn't come on purpose?

Or because something hindered her, she didn't have much weight in her heart?

All sorts of conjectures lingered in her heart, making the always carefree and nervous Miss Yan frowned, feeling aggrieved, and feeling that she was moaning for nothing.

After leaving the opera house, she didn't talk to Tong Ya for a few days, and Tong Ya didn't talk to her either.

Yan Jiyan was sitting on the sofa, her eyes lowered, as if all her energy had been taken away.She picked up the phone and thought to herself, if Tong Ya calls, if she sends a message to herself, if she tells herself that she didn't see the concert ticket...

But a phone call, text message, message, did not come.

Yan Ji's heart was swollen and astringent, as if soaked in sour water, it turned white and wrinkled.She used to envy Yu Xinyue and Qin Qing's sweetness together, and wanted to have a sweet relationship, but she didn't know that love can be so sour and full of pain.

What, what should I do?

At this time Yan Yuan walked in, sat next to her, and pushed her: "What's the matter, you look like a patient."

Yan Ji glanced at him lazily, without speaking.

The Yan family's single skills may be inherited from their ancestors. For example, her good brother, a golden bachelor, has been single for many years longer than her.Thinking of it this way, Yan Ji didn't feel that it was very bitter, and actually laughed out of the bitterness.

"Brother, Yueyue and Mr. Qin are together."

Yan Yuan: "That's right, don't everyone know about this?"

Yan Ji: "Why are you still single?"

Yan Yuan covered his lips and coughed frantically: "This, this... What's wrong with being single, single? I can't find a suitable one, and it's fine to live alone."

Yan Ji asked: "What if you find a suitable one?"

Yan Yuan didn't even think about it: "That must be to go straight ahead and chase after it!"

"But," Yan Ji lowered his eyes, clutched the crumpled ticket tightly, and whispered, "What if she doesn't like you?"

Yan Yuan smiled, with his hands paralyzed on the back of the sofa, and Erlang's legs raised, "I'm so nice, who does she like if she doesn't like me?"

Yan Ji: "..."

Yan Yuan: "Okay, okay, no kidding, if she doesn't like it, let her like it, let her discover your strengths, let her only see you, chasing people, if you don't chase, how do you know she likes you?" Don't you like it?"

Yan Ji raised his eyes, with a faint light floating in his eyes: "Brother? You know..."

Yan Yuan patted her on the shoulder, with the corners of his mouth upturned: "Hurry up and act, when you get married, my parents won't rush me, so I can save your brother."

"Go!"

-

However, after being enlightened all morning and dragged by Yu Xinyue to do emotional therapy for half a day, Yan Ji still didn't say that.

She was lying on her side on the bed, holding the mobile phone in her hand. She typed and deleted the sentence in the chat bar, deleted it and typed it out again. She hung her finger on the send button several times, but she still didn't have the courage to press it.

It's like that's what love is all about.

Even an indomitable warrior will become cowardly and soft, indecisive and hesitant when he meets his sweetheart.

You can pluck the stars in the sky for her, fish out the bright moon in the water, and pick the most beautiful roses through thorns and thorns, even if your hands are covered with blood and scars, and you hesitate at the last step.

That rose was clearly held in the palm of his hand, and he dared not take it out.She had no choice but to put her back behind her, lowered her head in embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "There is nothing to do today."

Before he knew it, Yan Ji slowly fell asleep.

She had a dream.

In my dream, I have been chic for half my life. When I was playing in a bar, I met a clean girl.That child was very good, with deer-like eyes, revealing a softness and innocence that was incompatible with the world, it hit her heart in an instant.

And at that time, she was already a master of love, so she was able to grasp it naturally, holding the deer in the palm of her hand.

The morning sun shone down, illuminating the shallow fluff on the girl's face, as if it was plated with gold. She brushed the girl's soft long hair, and a small blood-red mole bloomed on her jade-white neck.

She bent down, kissed the mole, breathed lightly, and smelled the clean and fresh breath like green grass.

"Ah, it's so itchy." The girl turned around and patted her, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were still sparkling from the night's mischief.

The color blooms in an instant.

Such charming beauty made Yan Ji's heart skip a beat.

This dream is illusory and blurred, colorful, mixed with the evening glow and the singing of the hotel bombing.

Then, all the colors disappeared in an instant.

She lost that child like a dream.

In the endless pain, she chose to believe in the mysterious power, and chose to move around in different countries, seeking the miracles that could change the past and save her lover——

But the so-called religion and the so-called miracles are just fabricated medicines to comfort people's hearts.

Where in the world is there such a thing?

She had no choice but to run around tirelessly, like a bird without feet, for an impossible dream, always flapping her wings and flying in the sky, never stopping.

There was no place for her to rest on the ground, so she had to keep searching until she died on the road.

Friends always complain that she is desperate, but Yan Ji thinks that it would be great if she can really give her life away.

She knew that she had relatives and friends in this world, and she couldn't throw her life away so selfishly. Those people loved her deeply. If they knew that she had left, they would definitely feel pain in their hearts, just like losing their childlike elegance.

However, it really hurts too much.

Living in the world like a walking dead every day, the sky is gray and everything in the world loses its color.

The world she had loved so much seemed to have turned into purgatory in the blink of an eye, cold, dark, and without light.

And surviving seems to be the most difficult thing.Every breath takes all the strength, like a fish out of water, forced to live alone on land.

Yan Ji often sobs in the middle of the night, not understanding why he has become like this. He was so happy and happy when he met before, as if every moment is colorful and every corner is shining.

Why is this happening?

After returning from South America, she had already made up her mind to go back to Han Jiang to meet her best friend.

Sometimes she would regard Yu Xinyue as Tong Ya, they were obviously two different people, but there was a particularly soft light in their dark eyes.Innocent, gentle, and out of tune with the world.

If they can get to know each other earlier, they will probably become very good friends.

Discuss music together, play on stage together, and...

Yan Ji didn't dare to think about it anymore, she drank a glass of wine, there were so many ifs in life, and layers of regret wrapped in her heart.She wasn't in as much pain as before, she just felt empty.

Yu Xinyue is playing the piano.

Yan Ji always likes to listen to her piano sound.In fact, Yan Ji is not a person with musical talent, or rather, she is an out-and-out layman. She doesn't like elegant concert halls, and thinks it's better to carry a bag of alcoholic peanuts to listen to cross talk. Because of this, she is often ridiculed by her brother. Comment on "outright laity".However, when I hear Yu Xinyue's piano sound, I always like it very much.

There seemed to be a healing power in the sound of that person's piano.

Like sunshine, spring breeze, soft green waves.

Even Yan Ji, who only knows how to listen to cross talk, can feel the tenderness in it.

Every time Yu Xinyue played the piano, Yan Ji waited quietly, even the clamoring darkness in her heart was dispelled by the sunlight.

She looked at her with deep eyebrows.

I thought to myself, how could there be such a person in the world.

He also thought, if Yaya were here and played together, it would be great.

After playing, the bartender brought over a bouquet of flowers, saying it was from the boss.

Yan Ji glanced and recognized the so-called boss's handwriting.

Yan Ji cast a playful glance at the slightly open door, and left Yuluo with his friends.

In the car, she gave the gift she had prepared, a shaman necklace that is said to be able to change fate.

The friend asked her with a smile, why didn't she use it?

Yan Ji just smiled wryly.

She seems... She doesn't want to change her fate so much anymore.

Immersed in pain for a long time, my heart was riddled with despair, and even smoothed out desire, remorse, and love.

A haggard face was reflected in the car window, with an expression like dead wood and ashes.

How could she have thought of this when she was having fun at the bar ten years ago?

But... She didn't regret it either.

Yan Ji closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were empty, and she said softly, "I don't seem to care that much anymore."

The friend's eyes lit up, and he smiled gratifiedly: "It's time to let go, and you should have a new life."

However, when Yin Hongfei called, seeing her friend's hesitant and withdrawn look, she couldn't help being angry again.Accusing each other and warming each other in the carriage, they have been like two beasts licking their wounds alone in the middle of the night for more than ten years.There are occasional quarrels and dislike for each other, but...

"I can't do without you."

Yan Ji smiled, patted her, and said something in a very low voice.

Yu Xinyue asked: "What are you talking about?"

Yan Ji shook his head, but said again in his heart: I'm sorry.

This time, he returned to Hanjiang with the intention of seeing the most important person goodbye and leaving with a sense of relief.

So when she saw the bright and dazzling lights hitting her, she couldn't help feeling a little bit of joy. She turned her head away, but in the eyes of her friend, she saw the same emotion—as if she was relieved, but also like ecstatic.

It turns out that you, like me... are so tired.

-

Yan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from that nightmare, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead.

There was no blood, no injury, the tragic car accident in the dream was not real, but the pain was so real that she was still as pale as snow, unable to get out of the lost emotion.

The pillow was completely wet, and she touched her face with wet hands.

Yan Ji didn't turn on the light, just sat in the dark, covered his lips, choked up in a low voice, couldn't help picking up the phone, and dialed that person's number.

"Hey--"

Tong Ya's voice was sleepy, with a strong nasal tone: "Ah Ji, what's the matter?"

Yan Ji wanted to speak, but choked up broken sobs.

"Ah, Aji? Are you crying?" Tong Ya was anxious immediately: "What happened? Where are you, I'll come to you."

"No," Yan Ji wiped away his tears, feeling that he was extremely ashamed to be made like this by a nightmare.She sniffled, choked up, and said, "Why, why don't you go to the opera with me?"

Tong Ya was confused: "What, eh? What opera?"

Yan Ji's eyes were red, and he trembled for a long time before telling the whole story. The more he said, the more wronged he felt.

Tong Ya was dumb, and after a long while, she said weakly: "But, but... A Ji, did you really put it in my bag? I didn't find it."

Yan Ji nodded: "If you leave it alone, it makes me so, so sad..."

Tong Ya was even more at a loss, "I, I didn't abandon you, Aji, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Ji wiped away tears, "It's fine."

Tong Ya: "There must be something, let me come to you, are you at home now?"

"Don't come here!" Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat, thinking of what happened in the dream, he couldn't even bother to cry, "It's so late, don't come out alone, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

Tong Ya smiled, and said softly, "It's a nightmare to cry like this."

Yan Ji bit his lip, and said "um", with a drawn-out tone, as if he was acting like a baby.

Tong Ya was seduced by her and laughed, sitting cross-legged on the bed, comforting softly: "Then let's sleep together, shall we?"

Yan Ji's face became hot, "What, what are you sleeping together?"

"Let's not hang up the phone, so if you have a nightmare, I'll wake you up, okay?"

Yan Ji felt a little lost, so he responded in a low voice, lying on the bed, hearing Tong Ya's shallow breathing.She rested her hands on her pillow and touched the slightly hot earphones, and closed her eyes to see that beautiful, lingering, painful and desperate dream again.

In the dream, the girl had deer-like eyes. When she opened them in the morning, her long eyelashes blinked, making her eyes surprisingly bright.The little red mole on the back of her neck was like pure desire burning on the snow, pure and lustful, making people feel numb.

Yan Ji clutched the pillow, his face flushed slightly, "Ya Ya."

She yelled softly.

The other end didn't answer, breathing evenly, as if already asleep.

Yan Ji was relieved, and then continued: "I like you so much, in my dream, I also like you that way..."

"Ok?"

Yan Ji was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, cold sweat broke out, and he stared at the phone with round eyes.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for anything, Yan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, it seems that it was just a whispered dream.

But he couldn't help feeling slightly lost.

She sighed faintly, and whispered to Tong Ya: "Good night."

Then close your eyes and bury yourself in the blanket.

More than an hour later, the phone ding-dong.

"I see." The man replied.

The author has something to say: I'm going home, I don't know what will happen in the future.

I wish you all a bright future and see you soon.

Thank you for accompanying me all the way.