as you meet

Ji Yusheng's worry was not diminished by his joke, and he was not interested in joking at this time, so he directly bypassed the topic and asked:

"How's your recovery going?"

Seeing that Ji Yusheng didn't respond, a trace of disappointment flashed across Song Shihe's face, but he quickly said lightly:

"After the operation, the recovery is good, and I can go to class after a few days of rest."

Having said that, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked Ji Yusheng:

"you miss me"

The tone seemed calm, but Ji Yusheng's heart skipped a beat like a piano key being pressed abruptly.

"Is it class?"

According to Song Shihe's tone, this is clearly a complete question. Ji Yusheng felt that Song Shihe seemed to like to fool him, which made him feel that his worries were completely unimportant to Song Shihe.

"You—" Ji Yusheng puffed his mouth slightly and said angrily.

"Okay, I'm really fine. I'll go back to school in a few days." Song Shihe told Ji Yusheng gently, calming his emotions.

Song Shihe drank the porridge spoonful by spoonful. He seemed to feel the spring breeze blowing through his throat and the spring water rippling, which also made him feel warm.And Ji Yusheng sat beside him without making a sound.

"Thank you."

Song Shihe said this after searching the last spoonful of porridge in the thermos.

"However," he closed the thermos and turned to Ji Yusheng to change the subject.

"Have you encountered any troubles?"

Not a question, but an affirmative tone, Ji Yusheng froze for a moment, and deliberately said plainly:

"It's nothing."

"Really?"

"Ah."

The air became silent for a while, and after a while, the bird that had been sitting on the branch outside the window suddenly flapped its wings and flew away, and Song Shihe suddenly made a sound.

"Shengsheng, what is our relationship now?"

"Ah?" Ji Yusheng turned his head and saw Song Shihe looking at him seriously.

"Are you still treating me as a professor?"

"Of course you are my professor." Ji Yusheng was very puzzled by Song Shihe's question. If it's not a professor, what else could it be?

"Just the professor?"

"Have you forgotten what happened at the station on a rainy day? Have you forgotten what you said?"

"Have you always been like this?"

Song Shihe asked him a series of questions, and Ji Yusheng didn't know how to answer them for a while.

Suddenly remembered that such a scene happened a few years ago, but it turned out that I still regret it so far. The friend's brows were tightened, and the angry voice seemed to still echo in my ears.

"Ji Yusheng, you are always like this, you don't say anything, just tell me the result now, and carry the process by yourself, do you regard me as a friend?"

"Aren't friends supposed to share joy with adversity? Sure enough, you still don't trust me..."

The air condensed for a while, Song Shihe looked at him silently, his eyes were a little dim, after thinking for a while, Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe steadfastly, his eyes shone like the light refracted by the sun.

"No, I remember, we were friends."

Song Shihe's eyes flickered, like a faint starlight slowly igniting in the dark night after gray clouds and rain, or a gleam of fire ignited in a cold winter night. They were all waiting for the fire to ignite after sufficient oxygen.

"I often feel that things in the world have never gone as planned, and human beings seem to be born against the world." Ji Yusheng said with some difficulty.

"It's like...my mother and I, it's like...my mother hates my father." Ji Yusheng finally decided to open the locked box in his heart, and slowly expressed his inner troubles.He cherishes this hard-won fate very much, and this time he also wants to work hard to fight for a real friendship. Besides, it is also because he has a little selfish feeling that if he tells Song Shihe, everything will be better.

Because Song Shihe is Apollo's favorite poet, every word and sentence is gilded by God, the tip of the pen is light, and roses bloom where it touches.

Also pick a rose seed in my garden. Although it is not now, it will be a long time in the future. Maybe... maybe some day in the future it will really grow into the rose on the planet.

"Maybe because my father was a big influence on me, he was close to an ideal she hated."

"For so many years, my mother has never visited my father. Some things happened to my father, and all his friends left him. Every year, I am the only one who goes to accompany him."

Ji Yusheng suppressed the turbulent emotions, and pretended to speak indifferently, but he also clearly realized that he was just a clumsy clown at the moment. When he mentioned this matter, his heart seemed to be pierced thousands of times by his own words, tearing him apart. It was not a smile behind the mask, but a hideous wound.

Song Shihe listened quietly, and only spoke after he had finished speaking. Instead of commenting on Ji Yusheng's parents, he talked about his own family.

"Although my parent-parent relationship can't be said to be bad, it can't be said to be good."

"I often read about love in poetry, some are letters with the fragrance of lilies, some are hot home-cooked dishes; some are wooden houses under the starry night, some are bicycles shuttling through deep alleys; some are cherry trees in spring, and some are roses in the country. Some are hidden in the heart, some are on the lips, some are domineering, and some are cautious. But none of them are the way my parents get along with each other."

"I have also witnessed many love blossoms in oil paintings, including the heartbeat of "Spring Day" and the enthusiasm of "Kiss", but I can't see the slightest in my parents."

"They are polite and distant, not like a husband and wife." Ji Yusheng said suddenly.

Song Shihe smiled helplessly towards Ji Yusheng

"Ah."

"It's like the relationship between my parents." Ji Yusheng said again, with a hint of sadness like violets in his eyes.

"My parents used to respect each other as guests, but their relationship has been slowly washed away by time, like faded Greek buildings. I can no longer see their original brilliance. Until my father left, all these colors disappeared. If they fall off and oxidize, their relationship will turn white." Ji Yusheng sighed regretfully.

"However, maybe, their relationship was originally white." Ji Yusheng added sadly.

"Although my parents are still as respectful as they used to be, their life seems to have many elements of love, but the core is missing, so I don't think they are happy."

"But this form is also good, that is, it is a better relationship than love for a long period of ordinary life. It is better than hatred." Ji Yusheng expressed his relief to Song Shihe, but at the same time regretted it.

"But I don't want this, I want a more poetic love." Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng and said, and Ji Yusheng also looked at him.

Song Shihe saw the desolation from Ji Yusheng's eyes, but Ji Yusheng saw the blue sky from Song Shihe's eyes. Song Shihe wanted to give Ji Yusheng his blue sky, so that the imprisoned lark that he had always loved so much could spread its wings and fly.

"Their relationship may not be changed by my ability, but what we can do is to ensure that our love is true and there is no missing core love."

Song Shihe noticed that Ji Yusheng's eyes were still dark, so he stood up suddenly, walked to the recliner, opened the box, and then turned to ask Ji Yusheng:

"Shengsheng, do you like listening to music?"

Song Shihe suddenly changed the subject, Ji Yusheng was stunned, and nodded.

Although I haven't studied music specifically, how can I not like the melodious violin music?

"Then do you know how to rub rosin?"

Although he has never learned the violin, Ji Yusheng has also seen violinists rub rosin on the bow before playing.

"Will do."

"Then wipe it off for me." Song Shihe handed the bow to Ji Yusheng who was sitting on the ground.

Ji Yusheng immediately stood up and carefully borrowed the bow. Looking at the bow, he seemed to feel how expensive it was.

"It is said that geometry and mathematics are the language of God, but I think music is the best. Music can interpret all the sounds in the world, such as the blooming of spring and the cry of frogs in summer—" Song Shihe carefully set the violin in place, While saying so.

"The fallen leaves in autumn and the cold wind in winter." Ji Yusheng added while rubbing the rosin.

"And you are my missing spring day." Song Shihe, who had been silent for a while, suddenly sighed.

Ji Yusheng, who was applying rosin, shook his hands, and a lot of powder from the rosin came out and floated into his nose, making him sneeze non-stop while covering his mouth.

Song Shihe immediately took the rosin and the bow, and hurriedly handed him a tissue.

"Little idiot, what are you doing so vigorously?"

After hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng couldn't move his hand covering his mouth after he sneezed. He was afraid that without this layer of cover, the emotions in his eyes would be revealed.Song Shihe put the piano on his shoulders after finishing everything, and Ji Yusheng sat on the Greek carpet and looked at him.

The music flowed out with the touch of the bow and the violin, Song Shihe's fingertips danced on the strings, Ji Yusheng heard all things in spring, he didn't hear a specific sound very clearly, but heard the mixed With the sound of birds singing and flowers blooming, green grass emerging, and everything recovering.He felt as if he was in a valley, with green grass under his feet and butterflies flying beside him. He could smell the harvest of grain, the laughter of children playing, and he heard the call of the God of Spring.

He felt his mood brighten.After Song Shihe drew his bow perfectly, Ji Yusheng applauded him warmly.

"Bravo!"

Song Shihe held the piano and looked at him with a smile, and Ji Yusheng felt his eyes talking, telling him hope and the future.