living in the pocket of a nemesis

An Qiao didn't know that Ye Tang's usually insensitive mind was going back and forth at this moment, and continued, "I thought you didn't see that."

"I'll still take a look." Ye Tang said in a softer voice.

But during that time, the life was too noisy, and there were too many people passing by. With just such a bunch of flowers, the other party obviously didn't want to reveal who they were, and it seemed unrealistic to ask one by one.

But Ye Tang always had some indescribable feelings in his heart.

Many years ago, he also dragged Fu Linfeng to practice, forgetting to eat and sleep, and the boring life also became colorful.

Fu Linfeng always had his own playing style. At that time, his appearance was always introverted, but he could dye every mark with his own color. The ppp was as light as a dream, and it had the beauty of a dream. The fff's Time is thick and colorful, as if wanting to tap the resonance of the soul.

That's why at that time he was so persistent in asking him to compete with him, and the other party lived up to expectations and won the prize.

Ye Tang was not at all depressed after winning No.2. Instead, he was excited for half a month, and then he smiled and imagined their future appearance every day.

He said to himself that he wanted to go to Warsaw and Berlin together, and he added without hesitation, blinking his eyes, saying that he had read the profile, and that anyone who could compete could be called a "young pianist".

At that time, Fu Linfeng just nodded.

Ye Tang felt that his reticence was not a shortcoming at all.

His words have always been few, but his music understands him.

Ye Tang originally thought that he had found a unique confidant who could go on forever, and he even made too many preparations for the future. At that time, he was secretive every day, for fear that his plan would be discovered by others.

He was going to celebrate his 14th birthday at that time, and it was obviously a day for others to celebrate for him, but he was busy with other things all day.He searched for a long time, and exchanged the old Xiao Ye vinyl disc for An Qiao. He also secretly recorded Fu Linfeng's performance, and begged the teacher who was selecting outstanding young pianists to listen to it, so that he could listen to it. He gave such a person who was "not from a major" a chance; at that time, there was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which coincided with the tour of Professor Hayden from the World Music Academy, and the school rarely had a place for trial training. My first reaction was, can Fu Linfeng try it?

It's not that he has no sensitivity to music. Because of this, he feels that Fu Linfeng is someone who must not be buried.

On his 14th birthday, Shou Xing was smiling from the very beginning of the morning, and he was very excited.

Everyone thought it was Ye Tangzheng who was happy for his birthday, and he didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, the young master who always celebrated his birthday grandly said "this time keep a low profile", and didn't even accept the gift. After class, he slipped away from the piano room and disappeared without a trace.

He was going to find Fu Linfeng.

At the time when the other party was in his third year of high school, it was the busiest time, and Ye Tang sat alone at the door of his class, and waited until all the extra classes were finished, then he leaned on the door frame and looked in anxiously.

The people in the other class were no strangers to it. The beautiful literary and art committee member immediately cleared his throat when he saw Ye Tang, and shyly glanced at the thin boy who was immersed in calculations on the table. Xindao finally had a chance to talk to him. He said nervously and joyfully, "Fu Linfeng, your brother is here."

Everyone in the class knew that only when his younger brother came to look for him, Fu Linfeng's usually indifferent expression would become a little more lively.

The slender fingers holding the pen finally stopped, and Fu Linfeng raised his head immediately after listening to the girl's words, and looked towards the door.

He whispered "Thank you", and didn't have time to pay attention to the girl's blushing face. He packed the schoolbag within a minute and walked over without looking back.

Ye Tang hadn't started growing yet, seeing Fu Linfeng who had grown a lot in the past few years, he had to look up and say, "You're here!"

"Yeah." Fu Linfeng naturally put Ye Tang's schoolbag on his hands, and paused for a moment before saying, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It won't be long, after sitting for a while, you will be out of class." Ye Tang didn't care about this, raised his head, and said to Fu Linfeng as he walked, "It's my birthday today."

He saw that Fu Linfeng's originally calm eyes curved slightly.

He said, "I know. The gift is in my bag."

Ye Tang, who originally planned to drag Fu Linfeng home first, changed his mind in an instant. He couldn't wait to go back, so he found a bench in the school and dragged him to sit down. He wanted to have a look now.

He has received too many exquisite and precious things in the past ten years, but every time he will carefully open the gift from Fu Linfeng, which looks too plain in packaging.

It is a handmade tripod piano, which is almost exactly the same as the one in Ye Tang's house. Although it is small, it has sound-producing parts inside, and you can still hear the echo when you press it with your fingers.

Knowing that the other party made it himself, Ye Tang played happily for a while before putting it away. The mood of this birthday reached its peak at this moment, and he even felt so happy that he was about to fly.

He was not a person who was good at hiding things, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to tell Fu Linfeng all the surprises he had hidden before his birthday.

Ye Tang threw the gift into Fu Linfeng's hands, saw the blank eyes of the other person holding Xiao Ye's vinyl, took a deep breath, and told him the biggest decision he had prepared——

"Professor Hayden has a class at the end of this month. You can go to try it out. Maybe he will really accept a student from it. I confirmed it and gave you the performance materials. He said that you can also play together." Ye Tang's heart was pounding, his face turned red with excitement, his eyes were shining recklessly, and he looked at Fu Linfeng without blinking, "Let's go together."

Ye Tang chattered on about other things, each of which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a non-major student: "There is also a competition held by the Conservatory of Music. The teacher also asked me to invite you to participate. We may I have to go to City C for a day first, and then come back to prepare the piece and play it to Hayden..."

"Ye Tang."

Fu Linfeng suddenly interrupted him.

"Huh?" He was puzzled, still looking at him with that earnest, pure, clear eyes full of hope.

He still remembers Fu Linfeng's expression.

Finally, there was a slight change on his face, but instead of becoming happy, he pulled away from the little bit of joy he had just now, fell silent, and fell until he became a lake that lost its vitality.

Fu Linfeng was still holding the precious vinyl in his hand, but his fingers were clenched tightly, his lips trembled for a long time, and finally he turned his head away from Ye Tang's face before he said, "I'm sorry."

"I... don't intend to continue."

All of Ye Tang's blood was wrapped in a biting chill at that moment, and his whole body was icy cold.

He'd been chasing him so hard, following him, seeing him as a beacon.

All his future plans bear his name, and he never thought of other possibilities.

But on this day, after his lighthouse flickered in the boundless black sea for one night, it suddenly went out.

After eating with An Qiao, Ye Tang didn't ask about the card again.

After all, it is too ridiculous to assert with only one card, but inexplicably, he always wants to see a miracle.

An Qiao is watching today's rehearsal content on the sofa, still looking for details that can be improved.

Ye Tang thought of something, so he walked over and sat down.

Maybe because An Qiao was someone who knew Fu Linfeng well, sometimes Ye Tang couldn't help sharing with her: "By the way, in two days, Fu Linfeng said he would ask me out for dinner."

An Qiao paused for a moment with his finger on the tablet, and then said with a smile: "If it's delicious, I'll go with you next time."

Ye Tang also smiled: "Okay."

The relationship between him and An Qiao has always been very good, and there have been no conflicts since childhood. Even if there were conflicts sometimes, it was Papa Ye who would sing the red face and An Qiao would sing the bad face. After a few days, no one would hold any grudges.

It may be that life is too smooth, and the unusual parents he has met are probably Fu Linfeng's mother.

Thinking of this, Ye Tang suddenly froze.

It seems that I have never heard him mention it in this period of time.

He couldn't help asking An Qiao: "Then Mom, you've been celebrating the New Year these past few years. How is Fu Linfeng's... mother now?"

Is it as tense and hysterical as before, or has it improved?

In all fairness, judging from Ye Tang's living environment since he was a child, he seldom has emotions similar to "disgusting" towards people.

Therefore, even if he knew something about Fu Linfeng's mother and knew some things, the thoughts in his heart were "somewhat strange" or "somewhat paranoid" at most, but as long as he thought that she was Fu Linfeng's relatives, he would not be too negative emotion.

Besides, Fu Linfeng seldom mentioned it. Even if he had seen and heard it, he couldn't ask any more.

"Aren't you... reconciled?" An Qiao frowned slightly, as if thinking, "Didn't Xiao Fu tell you?"

After two seconds, An Qiao asked and answered again: "That's right, he was so silent before...he couldn't take the initiative to mention it to you."

At this moment, Ye Tang's heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if he had some premonition.

"Auntie, what's the matter?" Ye Tang's eyes flickered, he asked hesitantly, but he didn't want to hear the answer so quickly.

But I obviously want to know.

Want to know as hell.

This urgency tinged with timidity, Ye Tang only felt his heart beating faster, but it was just a kind of inexplicable nervous and sad palpitation.

He still remembered the first time he saw her with An Qiao, and later, when he accidentally saw the woman screaming hysterically, or howling without warning.

The targets were all Fu Linfeng.

At that time, he was too young to feel scared.

Subconsciously want to take a step back.

"She..." An Qiao endured and endured, and finally understood the question in Ye Tang's heart, and said.

"She passed away, three years ago."

Ye Tang only felt a buzzing in his head, something exploded.

No wonder Fu Linfeng never said to go back to see her, no wonder he downplayed the past so lightly when he talked about reconciliation with himself...

"I only heard about it last year. It was your father's partner who had business dealings with him. I only found out when we were chatting at the dinner. At that time, he seemed to have just mentioned it lightly and passed away without elaborating."

An Qiao was still talking, but Ye Tang could only feel that the eardrums on both sides were covered, but something came in through the cochlea, which disturbed his brain and caused sudden throbbing pain.

"At that time, he was making money like crazy, and he got up too fast, so it was inevitable that he would be watched." An Qiao said a little unbearably, "But Xiao Fu was only 21 years old three years ago, no matter how mature he is, no matter how mature he is, It was still a bit of a sniff..."

"At that time, you were still abroad. I didn't know if you still had contact, so I didn't tell you."

An Qiao rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.

"I heard...she seems to have committed suicide."

She couldn't bear to see her son's expression change from shock to bewilderment, and then from the bewilderment to a little helpless sadness.

But to her surprise, Ye Tang had no other problems.

"I..." He pursed his dry lips, "I see."

15-year-old Ye Tang feels that his family is the most solid backing before he wants to pursue and fight for his lifelong ideals, while money is the least worth mentioning.

But he is too idealistic, desperately trying to be nice to someone, wanting to help someone unconditionally, with a heart full of passion and sincerity, too clean and pure, but lacks a little empathy.

He even forgot those two conditions, the other party didn't have any.