you are my tomorrow

Six years later...

In early autumn, the weather in S City in September is always neither cold nor hot. In the garden of the villa on the outskirts of the city, the flowers are still as beautiful as before because of careful care. The afternoon sun shines lazily into the windows. The living room on the first floor In it, a tall and straight figure in a white shirt is sitting in front of a wine-red grand piano. The shirt is not put in the dark blue jeans, but casually placed outside the pants, and his fingers are lightly dancing on the black and white keys. , the unknown musical note is beating the heart of the person half lying on the sofa. He is wearing a white shirt and jeans similar to a pianist, with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but he is still holding a glass of wine in his right hand. red wine.

The quiet afternoon is suitable for the company of piano and red wine.

At the end of the song, the person on the sofa slowly opened his eyes, with laziness and approval in his eyes. He sat up, picked up another glass of red wine on the coffee table, walked to the piano, and handed the glass to the person who was sitting just now. The person who composed the beautiful music, he took the wine glass and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

"82, Bordeaux." After savoring carefully, the pianist raised his head and confidently looked at the person standing beside the piano.

"Bingo!" There was more approval in the man's eyes, the pianist put the wine glass on the platform above the piano cover, the color in the wine glass matched the color of the piano unexpectedly, "Comet, your piano skills seem You have been promoted again, I think it is a pity that you are not a pianist." He smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, since Han Yu became an official killer, Uncle Song changed his name to Comet and Zhongyi to ZY. They lost their real names, and originally wanted to change Han Qing's name, but Han Qing insisted on using his own name, and Uncle Song didn't force him.

The person standing by the piano looked at the comet in front of him. His shoulder-length chestnut hair was carefully groomed, making the director look like an artist, but who would have imagined that this person took up a gun and aimed at it? What about the cold stare at the target?

Comet looked at the people around him, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said nothing, but that person understood the helplessness behind his smile.

"Comet, sir, I have something to ask you, he is in the study." At this time, Miho's voice came from not far away, and the two followed the reputation at the same time, Miho stood 7 or 8 steps away from the two of them, and nodded to Comet nod.

"Oh, thank you." Comet nodded, then looked at the people around him, "Save some wine for me, don't drink it alone." Standing up, Comet tidied up his clothes, and said to Go to the second floor.

Seeing the figure of Comet disappearing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Miho's eyes fell on the person next to the piano again, "Han Qing, if you want to pair it with red wine, what kind of dessert would you like?" Miho's mouth was slightly smiling .

"It would be great if there is a pudding made by Aunt Miho herself, and a drink with the beautiful Aunt Miho." Han Qing looked at Miho with a smile, and raised the wine glass in his hand, but Miho smiled helplessly. smiled.

"The older you get, the less regular you become. The pudding just made in the kitchen, then... I'll 'reluctantly' have a drink with you." Miho stretched out her right hand, and Han Qing stepped forward, standing next to Miho, hugging her body The left arm was bent in front of him, but it was a little away from the body, and Miho's hand was just wrapped around the joint of his left arm. Then, Han Qing smiled beautifully, and led Miho to the kitchen.

Comet came to the door of Uncle Song's study, took a deep breath, knocked on the door, walked into the room, stood in front of Uncle Song's desk, and nodded slightly to TONY beside Uncle Song as a greeting, then He bowed his head to Uncle Song who was sitting at the desk.

"Uncle Song." Uncle Song looked down at some document. After reading it, he signed at the end, handed it to TONY standing beside him, and then signaled him to go out. After watching TONY go out, Uncle Song's gaze changed Look at the comet.

"How is it? Is the injury healed from last time?" Without saying anything, Uncle Song first asked Comet's body. Comet's last mission ended 2 months ago. When it was finally evacuated, it was discovered by the "target" Although Comet also completed the task, he was shot in the right shoulder by the "target" before he died. Although he is almost better now, he still had a little pain when he played the piano just now, but Comet knew Well, Uncle Song didn't simply ask him if it's not that simple to recover his body, he probably has a new task to fall on him.

"It's basically fine, and it won't interfere with life." Comet moved his right shoulder lightly, indicating that he was fine. Uncle Song nodded in satisfaction, and then took out a small A4-bound paper from the drawer beside him. The brochure was placed in front of Comet, which also confirmed Comet’s idea. Every time Uncle Song sent them a mission, he would give them such a brochure, which contained information on the “target”. Things" basically have a lot of background, and every time Han Qing, Comet and Zhongyi will always complete the mission well and live up to everyone's expectations. In the past few years, they have also "solicited" a lot of "business" for Uncle Song. Finally, the commission was transferred into Uncle Song's account in the millions of dollars at every turn. Uncle Song was not very greedy, and he would split the bill with three people every time, Uncle Song six, and the fourth person who completed the task.

It's just that Comet doesn't understand why there are so many kindnesses and resentments in high-level society, and what kind of hatred makes one person insist on another person disappearing from this world?

"This time it's..." Comet picked up the brochure and flipped through it roughly, without looking at the name of the "target" first, because it was not important to Comet, and the final "end" was the same.

"It's called Zhao Rongzhen, you should know it, a pianist of Korean descent in Germany."

Hearing this name, Comet was startled, and he turned to the first page of the information. The first column did say "Zhao Rongzhen". Of course, Comet knew him. He was sent to the United States to study music since he was a child. When he was 10 years old, he went to study piano at the Conservatory of Music in Hannover, Germany. Because of his talent and diligence, he started from Hannover and studied piano at the Weimar Conservatory of Music in Germany for a while. The college obtained a doctorate in classical piano and modern piano. After graduating from the doctorate, he also gave special recitals at the Hannover Conservatory of Music and the Vienna Conservatory of Music.

Zhao Rongzhen is the youngest pianist in the history of the country. Since a year ago, he has been very eye-catching at home and abroad.

Comet also found out about this person after seeing Zhao Rongzhen’s exclusive interviews in major piano magazines, but all the reports did not mention the identity of his parents. Judging from his piano accomplishments, everyone guessed that his parents should also have Intellectuals of a very high level.Recently, there has also been confirmed news that he wants to return to his country, dreaming of becoming a piano teacher, and dedicating all he has learned to his motherland.

Comet often thinks that his piano is only learned from a relatively famous teacher in China, but Zhao Rongzhen of the same age is already famous all over the world. Compared with Zhao Rongzhen of the same age, Comet always feels inferior, but often finds it funny. People who stand in front of people with their true colors have the right to be famous all over the world with their skills?

If people like them really become famous all over the world one day, it will probably be when they are wanted all over the world.

Comet often thinks so self-deprecatingly.

"Why him?" Comet looked at Uncle Song in bewilderment. How could this child who has been growing up abroad have enemies in China?Parents are even less likely.

Uncle Song smiled lightly, as if he was not ready to answer his question, "Han Qing doesn't know how to play the piano, Zhongyi is still on mission, and his piano is not as good as yours, only you are suitable for this mission." Uncle Song knew that these In 2, Comet never gave up on the piano, "The reason, after you read his profile, you should understand, you can research it, he used to have a partner who was [-] years younger than him when he was abroad, after he graduated, The sparring partner has not yet graduated, and he is anxious to return to China next month, so in China, he must find another sparring partner, whether it is permanent or temporary, I will introduce you through my relationship, so, before he comes back, You just need to make a good plan and practice the piano well, and you can talk to Han Qing about anything.” Uncle Song seems to be very concerned about this task. In the past, the three of them looked at things like finding a relationship. Yes, this is the first time Uncle Song has said to help Comet find a relationship.

"Then... what about the time limit?" Although each client basically has no time limit requirements, according to the complexity of the target, Uncle Song will give them an approximate time.

Uncle Song thought for a while, "Two years, within two years." Comet was surprised again.

This time was the longest time Uncle Song gave.

"Yes." Comet didn't ask any more questions, and walked out of the study with the materials.

After dinner, Comet and Han Qing sat at the bar in the living room and tasted wine. It was still the bottle of Bordeaux that Han Qing brought back. The lighting in the living room was a bit dim, only in the bar, the warm-colored spotlights above their heads were brighter, "Two years? Will it be too long?" When Han Qing heard that Comet's mission could be completed within two years, he was indeed taken aback.

"Maybe Uncle Song wants me to learn more piano from him." Comet said half-seriously, but he did have this selfish intention. After drinking the rest of the wine in the goblet, Comet stood up and prepared to go back. The room carefully looked at Zhao Rongzhen's information, but the alcohol was a bit strong, and he shook when he stood up, "Don't be too late, aren't you going to see a doctor tomorrow?" Comet sees that Han Qing seems to have not left yet Meaning, still refilling wine in the glass.

After returning from Vietnam, Han Qing always went to see the injury on his waist regularly. It was also because of the injury that Han Qing's stature did not grow. He often thought of the day Comet and Zhongyi returned from Vietnam. At the door of the house, in a place where there is no good food, the two of them have grown a lot. Until the age of 20, both of them have grown to almost 1 meters. Zhongyi still has a tendency to continue to grow, and his height is longer He stopped at 8 meters. Although he was a bit jealous of the other two, he also made full use of his "disadvantage". When he was active, he was a little more flexible than the two.

"Well, you too." Han Qing patted Comet on the shoulder.

Watching Comet leave, Han Qing was the only one left in the huge living room, his heart felt a little lost, empty, as if nothing could fill it.

Because when everyone was performing tasks alone, they didn't see each other. No, the two of them hadn't seen Zhongyi for 7 or 8 months.Once the comet is gone, it is estimated that it will not be seen for at least two years.

Back in the room, Comet took a shower first, deliberately not looking at the scar on his right arm, because he was always afraid of recalling the days when he was in the captain and in Vietnam, but they would all be grateful for those days, because later in the mission. Sometimes, they will go to high-end and fashionable clubs, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and the sensual and low-level society will also come and go, but no matter how bad the environment is, there is no place worse than Vietnam.

After turning off the faucet, Comet stepped out of the bathtub, wiped off the water on his body, tied a dry bath towel around his waist, and put on a white vest on his upper body. I looked at myself, because of the heat of the hot water, my cheeks were slightly flushed, my skin was much fairer than when I just came back from Vietnam, my uncombed hair was messy lying on my head, and the tip of my hair was still dripping water, if I didn’t Saying it, I wouldn't believe that this guy was in the Special Forces in Vietnam.

This kind of self is the last thing Xixing wants to see. As long as he appears in front of outsiders, he must be wearing a mask. Although he is somewhat unwilling when performing tasks, he would rather cover up by himself Sometimes, I have been deceived by myself. Thinking about it now, even my life in Vietnam is more real than it is now.

I don't know when it started, the last thing Comet wanted to do was to look in the mirror, because he didn't want to see himself, so he left without staying in the bathroom for too long.

After changing into comfortable clothes, Comet sat at the table in the bedroom and flipped through Zhao Rongzhen’s materials. The first page was full of learning experiences and awards. Comet knew almost everything, so he didn’t read carefully, and turned to the third page , the family situation is marked on the first line, which is also what Comet Han Yu is curious about, so he slowed down and read line by line, but the content also stunned Comet for a long time.

It turned out that Zhao Rongzhen's mother died young, but his father was the largest underworld in China with a history of 30 years - the current boss of the Tiger Gang and the founder Zhao Qian. For drugs, Zhao Qian started his business by smuggling arms. Comet immediately thought that Uncle Song was also doing arms smuggling, and wondered if it had something to do with Zhao Qian.

Looking down, the Tiger Gang established the third branch hall besides the Wolf Hall and the Eagle Hall five years ago, when Zhao Rongzhen was 5 years old, the Lion Hall, and the Lion Hall’s hall The master is——Zhao Rongzhen, part of the “business” of arms smuggling has been assigned to Lion Hall, and the main market is the European and American markets. Comet can’t help but sigh in surprise—it turns out that in addition to learning piano in Europe and the United States these years, it is more important Is it to prepare for the present, and the piano doctor will use it to cover up his identity in the future?So how much piano skills do you have?

Comet began to feel that he was ignorant. Perhaps, Zhao Rongzhen was just wearing the cloak of a piano doctor, but he was secretly doing things that had nothing to do with piano.

At the end, it was mainly about the introduction of the lion hall. On the last page, a 6-inch photo of Zhao Rongzhen was attached, which was taken secretly. In the photo, he was on the phone, with his face slightly sideways, not looking at the camera, no I know who is on the other side of the phone, but there is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, and the tough jaw line has softened. The smile is pure and free of impurities. It is hard to think that this person is the prince of the Tiger Gang who is in the arms business , he should be a musician who is immersed in the world of piano. Hyesung remembered the TV report that Zhao Rongzhen said that after returning to China, he would bring back the piano he had learned, and his expression was very sincere.

"Human..." After closing the document, Comet put his head close to the large sofa chair, but his thoughts were spinning rapidly.

Arms smuggling, Zhao Rongzhen, Zhao Qian.

The three words were juxtaposed in my mind, and Uncle Song's face appeared at the end. Do they have some connection with Uncle Song?

Knowing that Comet will be away for two years, Miho couldn't help sighing, she thought that the last time they went to Vietnam was already the longest parting, but she didn't expect it to be two years this time, "Aunt Miho, it's only two years at most, maybe I will be ahead of time, I always sigh, people will grow old." At noon the next day, Comet and Han Qing finished their regular fighting practice, and at lunch, Comet told Miho about going to the next mission, and Miho I couldn't help sighing while serving food for two people.

"You're not young anymore, but you guys, from childhood to adulthood, didn't even have a childhood..." Miho accidentally said what she always felt sorry for Comet and the others. Comet raised her eyes and gave Miho a look. There were few people, but it was hard to tell who would hear it. It would be bad if it was passed on to Uncle Song. After receiving Comet's gaze, Miho managed her expression helplessly.

A few days later, one afternoon, Comet asked someone to prepare the car. In the afternoon, he wanted to go to the bookstore in the city to buy some new piano scores. Showing timidity in front of him, even though Comet doubts Zhao Rongzhen's strength, it should be true that he can play the piano.

No matter how noisy it is outside, the inside of the bookstore is always quiet and peaceful. The comet moves slowly along the bookshelves where the piano scores are placed. , Two hours later, Comet finally found three relatively satisfactory scores, two of which were Beethoven's.

Comet's most admired musician is Beethoven.

Caressing the cover of the first sheet music, Comet’s mouth showed a slight smile. He wanted to play Beethoven’s works before, but his technique was not so good and he didn’t have the courage to play. Now, the existing Technology finally gave him the courage to buy a limited edition of Beethoven's works.

Looking at the watch, it was almost time, so Comet raised his foot and wanted to pay the bill, but he didn’t notice that a person was walking in front of him. As soon as Comet raised his head, he collided with the person, and due to the reaction force, he fell backward again. The person also reacted immediately, and immediately passed through Comet's waist with one hand, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled towards him vigorously. When the tips of the two noses were about to meet, Comet stopped with the strength of the other party, but The face in front of him expanded infinitely, and he could even feel the other person's breath.

After being stunned for a few seconds, feeling embarrassed, Comet took two steps back reflexively. He didn't see the other person's face clearly. Saying sorry, Comet raised his head and looked at the other party, but it surprised him.

"...Mr. Zhao Rongzhen..." Comet said the name unconsciously, and the people in front of him were also a little surprised.

"You know me?" the man put his hands on his chest and asked slightly surprised.

"Yes... yes, how could the piano player not know..." Comet wondered in his heart why he suddenly appeared in front of him, this person should still be in Europe now, isn't he?

The other party lowered his head, and then he saw Comet holding Beethoven's sheet music in his hand, "Wow, Beethoven, I also admire him." Without any pretension, the person called "Zhao Rongzhen" seemed to be with him for many years. Like a friend talking to me, looking at Beethoven's head on the score, I cast admiring gazes.

"Really? What a coincidence..." Comet suddenly felt a little embarrassed, no matter why Zhao Rongzhen returned to China so suddenly, thinking of the next mission, although they would meet again, Comet wanted to draw the relationship between the two of them closer, "I It's Mr. Zhao's fan. Although it was a bit abrupt just now, I'm glad to meet you." Comet's face showed the smile of a fan adoring fans. Although he was happy, he also restrained himself. In fact, he was also saying some of my own heart.

"Really? Thank you, I didn't expect that I still have fans." Hearing that the other party was his fan, Zhao Rongzhen also showed a pleasant smile on his face.

"If you also like Beethoven, then... I'll give you this one. I just saw that this one was left on the bookshelf. I heard that this book is limited. This bookstore is relatively complete. If this If the family is gone, the other family may not be." Although he was a bit reluctant, Comet still handed the first book to Zhao Rongzhen. This sheet music, which I bought since June, is limited to only 6 copies in the world. When he came back, there were no more for sale in Europe.

"This... I'm sorry, although I have been looking for this book, but you should keep it..." Even though he said this, Zhao Rongzhen never took his eyes off the score.

"It's okay, just hold it. Only musicians who can play more beautiful music for our country are worthy of this sheet music." Comet pulled Zhao Rongzhen's arm, and Zhao Rongzhen had to take the sheet music in his hand.

"Then... how can I thank you?" Zhao Rongzhen looked at Comet flattered, not at all like the musician who had accomplished something on the piano.

"Let's play the piano harder, fighting!" Comet smiled encouragingly, with a look of approval in his eyes, that smile made Zhao Rongzhen feel a strange wave in his heart, "Then I'll go first, you should be busy." Comet Leaning his upper body, Zhao Rongzhen responded with the same etiquette, turning his body sideways to let the comet pass.

When it was confirmed that only Zhao Rongzhen was left behind, the smile on Comet's face disappeared immediately, and the approval in his eyes also disappeared. On the contrary, he flashed sharply, and Zhao Rongzhen behind him watched him go to the cashier, and then turned around. The flattery just now completely disappeared, but it was replaced by a bottomless deepness, and a smile of unknown meaning curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Rongzhen randomly picked a few music scores from the bookshelf. When he went to check out, Comet had already left. He paid the money and left the bookstore without any change. He drove back to the 100 The apartment is more than square meters, and the room still smells like it has just been renovated. Originally, Zhao Qian asked him to go back to live in his old house in the southern suburbs of City S, but he thought it was too far away from the city and lived abroad for too long. I also want to have my own space, so I bought this apartment on the 8th floor in the west area of ​​S City, and asked people to move my piano and piano scores from childhood to adulthood here, and his score occupies that A whole wall of the study room of 20 square meters.

Zhao Rongzhen took the scores and put them on the bookshelf one by one. The last one was the limited edition score, but he put this score on another shelf, and there was another book with the same cover and book next to it. name sheet music.

After eating something simple, he turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the floor lamp next to the piano. The bright black surface of the piano reflected the goose yellow light of the table lamp. Zhao Rongzhen sat in front of the black piano with a glass of red wine, sipping After taking a sip, he put the red wine on the piano, and then opened the cover on the keys. Inside the log-colored cover, there was an English name engraved in black jazz fonts in the middle of the log-colored cover—Eric, which he had been using all the time. Zhao Qian's English name was engraved on it after Zhao Qian knew it.

Zhao Rongzhen put his hands lightly on the black and white keys, and the flowing notes slowly flowed out from his fingertips - Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", the Adagio in C-sharp minor is very much like the sparkling lake at night, reflecting the The bright moonlight, except for the moonlight on the waves, is covered with dark blue, and it is impossible to foresee the clarity of the day.

And in Zhao Rongzhen's mind, there are all the scenes of encountering Comet in the bookstore during the day. When Comet was embraced by him, he seemed to smell an unknown fragrance, not the smell of synthetic perfume, but the natural fragrance of flowers. , but it is a smell that I have never smelled before. It is elegant, but it is also exciting. Although she is wearing a white shirt, in Zhao Rongzhen's eyes, it is like a red poppy flower. near.

In the deep sound of the piano, Zhao Rongzhen's thoughts seemed to be drifting far away. When the last note fell, two hands with slender fingers slowly lifted up. There was a blank staff and a black pen next to the red wine. Open the notebook and write three lines on it:

comet

Killer

tightrope walker

After that, Zhao Rongzhen got up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room with red wine in his hand, and looked at the night of S city decorated with various lights under his feet, his eyes were once again filled with deepness.

At night, Zhao Rongzhen had a dream. On both sides of a dim road, there were whole patches of bright red flowers blooming. The red was so coquettish, each flower was like a hand stretching out to the sky, but But he found that the flowers did not open with green leaves, and the rhizomes seemed to be all red.The red is like the color of blood, bright and strong, but filled with a fragrance that has never been smelled before, like the smell of a comet. He ran for a long time in the field of red flowers everywhere, and he didn't know how far he ran. A person wearing a red gauze dress, the red color is as bright as the flowers on the ground, with his back turned to him gradually appeared in front of his eyes, he stopped, although he ran for a long time, he didn't feel tired.

But along the way, no one passed by.

The hair of the man in red is about waist length, draped behind his back like a black waterfall, with a random bun on the top of his head, making it difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman, that person seems to know that he is coming, that person slightly tilted his head, The curvature of the profile is firmer than that of a woman, and softer than that of a man.

--Who are you?

After a long time, the man slowly uttered a word.

who I am?I... don't know who I am... but that voice is very familiar, where did I hear it?

The person in the red shirt seemed to smile slightly, then turned his head away.

--Who are you?

Zhao Rongzhen asked.

--I?This is the flower... I am Manzhu...

--Oh.

Zhao Rongzhen nodded as if he understood.

——Are you coming back for me? ...I'm always here...

Zhao Rongzhen didn't know what he was talking about, so he could only look at that person coldly.

Suddenly, the man in red started to walk forward, Zhao Rongzhen wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't move his steps, and couldn't speak.

In a hurry, Zhao Rongzhen woke up with sweat on his forehead.

What a strange dream.

It was getting dark outside, Zhao Rongzhen closed his eyes again, nothing remained in his mind, only the man in red and "Manzhu" were left...