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After Weiran wakes up, what she likes to do is hold a book and read aloud softly.He likes to lean on the hospital bed and half cover the curtains, and the bright sunlight will pour through the window on his white quilt, staining it with a light yellow layer. At that time, he will pick up the book at hand, Read aloud slowly.

His voice was clear and clear, with a hint of air and clouds, indifferent and not deep.

He likes to listen to his own voice, and also likes to feel the vibration of vocal cords, which makes him feel like a treasure that he has never had before. He soon became obsessed with listening to himself reading in a quiet environment, sometimes reading for two or three hours , until his throat was dry and not in the best condition, he would put down the book in his hand and rest.

His voice cannot be said to be distinctive, but it is very malleable. Such a voice can be transformed into various styles. It may not be the best, but it is enough for him.

What Mu Jiangsheng heard when he came to the ward was the sound of reading slowly, light and faint with a unique rhythm, which made him feel very comfortable.

He hesitated whether to interrupt such a voice, but when he stood at the door for more than ten minutes and found that the other party did not intend to stop, he was very embarrassed and knocked on the door.

"excuse me."

"Well, please come in."

What I saw when I entered the door was a young man lying quietly on the bed holding a book and reading. The white shirt and the same white ward sheets made the young man very pale.

The young man raised his head, his black eyes stared straight at him, and there was only one figure reflected on the clean black mirror.There is no emotion in his eyes, the clear eyes are very pure.

"Are you...?" Wei Ran asked, tilting her head.

"That..." Mu Jiangsheng scratched his hair in embarrassment, and put the condolence fruit snacks beside Wei Ran, "I'm Mu Jiangsheng from the next class, and I accidentally hit you when I was playing basketball... "

As he said, his face was burning hot red, and he was very embarrassed.Such a shy appearance is surprisingly harmonious with his 185 height appearance.

His skin is a healthy wheat color, and his limbs are full of strength from playing basketball all the year round. However, he has two small dimples when he smiles. He is a very popular boy.

If Wei Ran is melancholic, then Mu Jiangsheng is sunny. They are two different types of people, so no one will talk about the two of them together in school, and they are not in the same class, so they are not in harmony with each other. do not know each other.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't hit you on purpose, um... you can come to me for anything at school in the future, and I'll take notes for you during your hospitalization. That... I'm sorry." Mu Jiang Sheng apologized very seriously.

Although he likes basketball, he is a real good boy. He studies well and never causes trouble. This is the first time he has sent his classmates to the hospital, and he feels very sorry.He had already been educated by his elder brother at home, and seeing the young man so weak, he felt very guilty.

He has already vowed in his heart that after Wei Ran comes to school, he must take good care of him at school!

In fact, Weiran was hit by a ball and was hospitalized, not all of Mu Jiangsheng's problems. Weiran was very weak physically and mentally at the time, which accounted for a large part of the reason.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wei Ran replied quietly looking at the boy who was blushing and apologizing.

Wei Ran has not been in contact with many people before, except for the people in the orphanage, Lehe, none of them is as simple as Mu Jiangsheng, pure and beautiful, it is easy to feel good about him.

Wei Ran's first impression of Mu Jiang Sheng was good, even though he might be one of the culprits who made the original owner disappear, he couldn't hate him.

Afterwards, they chatted about school and exchanged cell phone numbers, and Mu Jiangsheng left.

After staying in the hospital for two more days, Wei Hengchu helped Wei Ran complete the discharge procedures.

"Clean up your own things and move to live with me. I want to see how you made yourself into a malnourished and damaged spleen and stomach." Driving Wei Ran to the apartment downstairs where he used to live, Wei Hengchu did not hesitate to turn on the poisonous tongue mode.

"sorry……."

"In the next period of time, you will cultivate at home, and you will not be able to go to class until your physical fitness is all right."

"Yeah." Wei Ran nodded.

Looking at the well-behaved young man beside him, Wei Heng pushed his glasses at the beginning. The young man in his memory was also so quiet and didn't talk much, but he always deceived everyone with a reassuring smile. Even he, the screenwriter, didn't See anything amiss.Perhaps, they should give the young man more attention, so that they won't realize that his cuteness and worry-freeness are all illusions until today.

"I'll give you half an hour to sort things out."

"Okay, uncle."

With that said, he left the car and went to the apartment.

Weiran's home is in a high-end apartment in the city center. It is a four-bedroom house. At the beginning, Weiran's parents bought it in a location with convenient transportation for his convenience. It's just such a house of nearly 200 square meters. Only the boy lived alone, empty and unpopular.

Weiran's parents once thought about finding a nanny to help the boy with daily life, but the boy refused because he didn't like others to interfere in his life. The boy's smile and persuasive parents made him feel at ease and let him live alone with.

Opening the door, everything here is the same as in Weiran's memory. The warm decoration can't hide the fact that there are few people coming and going. Weiran can feel the sadness that comes up when entering the door. Like sinking into the deep sea, desperate and peaceful.

That was Wei Ran's original emotion, and it was also infecting him at this moment.He could feel the sockets of his eyes becoming slightly hot, and his vision was filled with water vapor. He closed his eyes hard and swallowed the water vapor.

Wei Ran has been troubled by such emotions for several months, and he can no longer immerse himself in it.

Entering Wei Ran's room, the light blue sheets and quilts on the six-foot big bed were lying on it in a mess. Obviously their owner didn't have the habit of tidying them up. When I opened the closet, there were mostly white shirts and jeans in it, simple and simple. The single style is the same as his preference.

After putting the change of clothes into the suitcase, Wei Ran entered the study.When I opened the door of the study, I saw a very conspicuous white grand piano, so pure white that it was a bit dazzling. Beside the piano, there was a violin box and a badly scratched score falling on the ground.

Originally, Weiran liked music. He learned piano and violin since he was a child. Now he plays very well, but he doesn't show off and doesn't take grade exams. Therefore, no one in the school knows except his relatives.He likes to play the piano or play the melody late at night. This room was specially prepared for him by his parents at the beginning, and it has been specially sound-proofed so that he will not disturb others.

He picked up the score and looked at it carefully. Even though it had been disfigured beyond recognition, he could still remember what notes were written on it. Those melodies had been deeply engraved in his memory, expressing his most helpless and most intense emotion.

He sat next to the piano, opened it, and put his hands on the keys. In an instant, a smooth melody poured down.

He searched for the melody in his memory and popped it up, his fingertips seemed to press the next note directly without thinking through his brain, and quickly staggered on the black and white keys in a frenzied rhythm.

The longing in countless late nights, the sadness in countless late nights, the heartache in countless late nights, the helplessness in countless late nights... These strong emotions have turned into melodies, either slowly or violently, in this In a world with only sound, the catharsis speaks of grief thicker than the night, turning into an indelible imprint that will forever be imprinted in the boy's heart.

The drastic catharsis is still going on, but the warm tears have been slowly falling along with the progress of the music.

Such a melody is too sad, and such an emotion is too intense.

He cried after all.