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Jian Ze'an instinctively noticed something strange.

"Although I have learned the piano, I am still at the level of an amateur, so I don't have the ability to judge... Hey, wait a minute."

Before Jian Ze'an finished explaining, Yu Yue's fingers had already landed on the keys and started to play.

Flowing music flowed from under the boy's slender fingers.

Jian Ze'an's upbringing prevented him from making noise and disturbing others when they were playing, so even though he felt it was wrong, he could only keep his mouth shut, feeling a little depressed in his heart.

After Yu Yue finished playing the prelude, he opened his mouth and sang along with the music.

As soon as he made a sound, Jian Ze'an was taken aback, and most of the unhappiness in his heart dissipated.

He doesn't chase stars very much, and he didn't have a good relationship with Yu Yue before, so he only saw Yu Yue's character when watching movies, but he really didn't know that he could sing.

Naturally, I didn't expect that the other party's voice was so pleasant.

Moreover, the posture is also so elegant, it is not at all like the somewhat harsh appearance of tit-for-tat with Jian Ze'an on weekdays.

Perhaps this appearance is the appearance he is obsessed with by fans.

However, what is revealed in front of Jian Ze'an is usually the bad-mouthed and proud side of this person.

But at this moment, the boy's whole body seems to have calmed down.

He closed his eyes slightly, moving his fingers over the keys, as if he had put all his attention on the music.There is a small round embedded spotlight above the grand piano, which casts a bright white light, enveloping the boy, and coating the whole body with a bright halo.

His profile is very superior, his forehead hair is combed up and fixed with gel water, revealing his full forehead.The bridge of the nose is straight and the lips are thin, but under the illumination of the light, they appear moist.At this moment, he is sitting upright, staring intently at the keys, with his hands flying over the keys, looking as graceful as a little prince in a fairy tale.

He crooned:

"...

You are the bright fireworks in the night,

It is a light song like poetry in youth.

You are the wind chime swaying under the corridor,

It is the only flower I want to treasure in the sea of ​​thousands of flowers

......"

He twiddled his fingers, weaving a gentle dream with music on the black and white keys.

The boy's voice is a clear boyish voice, which seems to contain endless tenderness and hope at the moment, and with the smooth and melodious music, it feels like cool satin is flowing from between the fingers.

Even though Jian Ze'an didn't want to listen to Yu Yue's performance at first, he was fascinated by the music unconsciously, and was brought into his emotions by the music.

He could hear vague apprehension, longing and hope in the clean singing of the other party. The subtle and complex emotions were perfectly integrated in the music, like the quiet moonlight in the night, which can most stimulate the feeling of being alone. mood.

Yu Yue's voice is very clear, without any noise, and the transition between high and low sounds is natural. It seems that he is not singing, but expressing himself through music.The voice is low, making people feel that he seems to have endless and full emotions, but he dare not vent it completely, and can only convey it with a gentle and forbearing singing voice.

Jian Ze'an Primary School has been learning piano, and her musical literacy is very good.He listened to it and sank into it. He felt that the other party's song was really touching. It fully expressed the consideration of gains and losses in a young man's secret love, as well as all-round praise and singing for the person he likes.

When he listened to the first paragraph, he was immersed in the singing, and there was no lack of admiration.

But soon, after the interlude, the song came to the second part, and the chorus was sung over and over again, mainly "You are the bright fireworks in the night, the poetic song of youth. You are the wind chime under the corridor Swaying is the only one I want to treasure in the sea of ​​thousands of flowers." These four sentences.

Jian Ze'an didn't notice much when he first heard it, and he didn't hear every word clearly.

However, this paragraph was repeatedly emphasized, and he finally heard it clearly. He thought it was good at first, but after listening to it several times, his heart stopped suddenly. For a while, even the beautiful music made him unable to fully devote himself to it——

Not counting the phrase "poetry-like light songs", but "fireworks in the night", "wind chimes under the promenade" and "sea of ​​thousands of flowers" all made him unable to help but think of the grandpa Cheng's birthday party. One night, the scene where I was comforting Yu Yue under the corridor in the garden.

At that time, in order to rescue Yu Yue who was forced to play the piano by Yu's father, Jian Ze'an asked for help and started the fireworks show ahead of schedule.Later, when he saw the lonely Yu Yue under the corridor between the garden and the villa, he couldn't help but go over. The other party confided to him a lot and even hugged him.At that time, he thought that Yu Yue lost control of his emotions due to the discomfort and was looking for comfort.

Opposite the promenade is the flower garden, which is full of complicated flowers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sea of ​​thousands of flowers.

There is also a wind chime hanging in the corridor, which will jingle when the wind blows.

Listening to this refrain sung repeatedly, Jian Ze'an's mood became more and more complicated.

Is this what he thinks too much?Or was the other party's lyrics really inspired by that night?

But the theme of this song is very clear, it is depicting the secret love mood of teenagers.If those images are all scenes from that night, then who is the "you" described with endless praise in the lyrics?

Jian Ze'an wanted to convince himself that there are only so many descriptions and images that can be used in songwriting, such as flowers and fireworks, they are all common in the lyrics.

However, this was said by Yu Yue himself. It was the only song on the record that he wrote and composed, and Jian Ze'an was specially left alone to play and sing for him.

Yu Yue and Jian Ze'an happened to be the two people chatting in the corridor under the fireworks show that night.

Jian Ze'an couldn't help raising her heart.

His heart was fluctuating, and Yu Yue's singing came to an end.

The movement of the boy's ten fingers gradually slowed down, and his voice became soft and quiet, becoming like a whisper before falling asleep.In the end, he pressed a few gentle chords with his hands, then lifted them up slowly, and the singing fell silent.

Yu Yue withdrew his hand, turned his head and asked Jian Ze'an who was sitting on the side: "Do you like it?"

He had a smile on his face, the same as when he was singing, an indescribably elegant and gentle smile, with vague hopes and even prayers.

It's as if the whole person is still shrouded in the emotions brought by the music and haven't come out.

After hearing his question, Jian Ze'an's heart sank. He was hesitant about whether his guess was right, but now he doesn't have to guess at all.

The eyes and tone of the person in front of him all showed that he wanted to sing that song to him.

Or, more specifically, it was addressed to him.

For a moment, Jian Ze'an almost felt absurd.

He has grown up so well and has always been very popular, but until recently he had never been confessed to.

He doesn't know if anyone likes him, but among the students, even if they have a crush, most of them don't have the courage to confess and fall in love early.

Jian Ze'an couldn't figure it out, why did the peach blossom suddenly bloom one after another recently?

He was really torn in his heart, but he tried hard not to show any other expressions on his face, just pretending that he didn't understand:

"I said that I don't know much about music. How about you ask the teachers hired by your company? They can definitely give meaningful guidance."

As he spoke, he looked at his watch pretendingly: "It's almost ten o'clock, I have to go home."

He got up and was about to go to the door, Yu Yue followed and stood up from the piano bench.

"You understand."

Jian Ze'an was a little flustered, but his tone remained calm:

"What do you understand? It's really late, you should go to bed earlier—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Someone hugged him from behind.

Just like at that time in the corridor of Cheng's villa, Yu Yue, who finished talking about his experience in a mocking tone, hugged him tightly like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.

Jian Ze'an's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately grabbed his arm: "Don't make trouble!"

"Jane Two."

Yu Yue leaned over from behind him, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, and put his lips next to his ear, but his voice was no longer as gentle as before, but seemed to return to his normal posture all of a sudden, revealing a pride of gnashing his teeth .

"Stop playing dumb for me."

This is the Yu Yue that Jian Ze'an is most familiar with, that proud and stubborn young man who is not good at expressing his inner feelings.

Jian Ze'an was not used to the gentleness and elegance revealed by cutting off the stubborn exterior at that moment.

When he recovered like this, Jian Ze'an was relieved, and he lost the subconsciously cautious, tactful and vague tone and mentality, and directly spoke with the attitude he usually gets along with Yu Yue:

"release!"

"No." Yu Yue hugged him tightly.

Jian Ze'an just saw the look of faint hope in the other party's eyes, and was a little bit apologetic, but now he mercilessly increased his strength and pulled Yu Yue's arm away.

"I want to go back."

Yu Yue came around from behind and stopped in front of him, his tender eyes just now seemed to hide two burning torches in his eyes, scorching and stubborn:

"You haven't given me an answer—do you like it?"

He asked loudly, as if he was arguing like usual.

And until now, he has been ambiguous and doesn't say the object in the words, and it is not clear whether he is asking Jian Ze'an whether he likes the song, or... him.

He probably wanted to assume a haughty and domineering attitude, with his chin raised slightly and his tone fierce.

But at this moment, the room is too quiet, there is no noise at all, only his shouting can be heard.

Even the slight tremor in the voice is clear.

Jian Ze'an saw a trace of unconcealed fear in his stubborn staring eyes.

Although he asked loudly and stopped in front of Jian Ze'an, he looked aggressive, but in fact he was stern and soft, using his bluff to hide his inner fragility.

Jian Ze'an looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered the time when he first met more than four years ago.The little boy in a white suit threw the small cake someone gave him into the trash can.Jian Ze'an angrily jumped out to accuse him.

At that time, Yu Yue, who was less than 13 years old, clearly showed panic on his face before he straightened his back and purposely made an arrogant and righteous expression.

At that time, he didn't know how to hide his emotions perfectly, and Jian Ze'an couldn't see the panic and grievance under his proud expression.

More than four years have passed, Jian Ze'an looked at the person in front of him.The other party performed well in various activities and seemed to be perfect, otherwise he would not have been so popular until he won the reputation of "the younger brother of the nation".But in front of him, he seemed to be the same young boy back then.

Obviously caring, obviously wanting to explain, but stubbornly trying to cover it up with a tough stance.

Jian Ze'an couldn't bear it.

But he knew that it would be truly cruel if he didn't refuse cleanly and left undue expectations for the other party.

He looked into Yu Yue's eyes and paused word by word:

"do not like."

The fire in Yu Yue's eyes went out.

"The song is very nice, but it's not my style." Yu Yue didn't explain clearly, and Jian Ze'an didn't explain it clearly, "But I think, if more people hear it in the future, some people will like this song."

——You are very good, but I don’t like you, but in the future, if you meet more people, there will always be someone who will like you.

But Yu Yue raised his chin even higher:

"Do you think anyone can be lucky enough to listen to me playing and singing to him alone?"

—Maybe someone likes me, but I don't.

He deliberately held his head up, and his eyes looked up, as if he was arrogant to every side.

But Jian Ze'an's eyes were sharp, and the moment he raised his head, he saw a very shallow water in his eyes.

He didn't want it to flow out, so he held his head high.

Jian Ze'an was silent for a while and said: "Even if there is no one now, there will always be some time in the future."

Yu Yue asked him: "Then how do you know that you don't like it now, and you won't like it in the future?"

Before Jian Ze'an could answer, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed: "You already have someone you like...?"

He was vague and didn't say the word "person" after all, although both of them knew in their hearts that it wasn't a song.

He also insisted on pulling the fig leaf and not letting it go.

Jian Ze'an's first reaction was to say "no", but a figure suddenly flashed in his mind, with eyebrows like daggers and starry eyes.

His mouth froze for a moment.

After this meal, Yu Yue was extremely sensitive, staring at him firmly: "Sure enough."

Jian Ze'an heard his judgment and wanted to refute, but felt a huge guilty conscience.

—he couldn't say "no".

Thinking of Cheng Zichen, even if the other party wasn't here, he couldn't deny it.I always feel that if I say no, my heart is faintly resisting.

At this moment, under Yu Yue's gaze, Jian Ze'an heard the sound of the dust settled in his heart.

--I am done.

The author has something to say: Cough, I feel so sorry for Yu Yue.

It's all a confession.Xia Heran can be jealous of Lin Xiao and Cheng Shen, and classmate Yu Yue...