person oxidized by love

The moment Zhou Keyun touched the keys with his fingers, his first feeling was strangeness.

Zhou Keyun lowered his eyes, and subconsciously stroked the neat keys with his fingertips. He hadn't played the piano for a long time, and it seemed like an old friend reunited at this moment.

Learning to play the piano was suggested by my mother at the beginning, and I invited a piano teacher to teach at home since I was four years old. Zhou Keyun actually didn’t have much interest in it. He was forced to when he was a child, and he regarded it as a task when he grew up.

After his father passed away, Zhou Keyun followed his mother to Xinggang, and suddenly fell ill when he arrived at Xinggang. The doctor said that he was not acclimatized.During the period of convalescence, the piano lessons twice a week were stopped.

Zhou Keyun didn't know why his mother loved the piano so much. When he was a child, he wanted to be praised by his mother only after he performed the music perfectly.

A compliment is so difficult, he often feels that his mother is too stingy with him.

But when he was in Xinggang, Feng Meilan was Zhou Keyun's only support. He needed his mother, and in exchange for praise and love, he could only do his best.

Feng Meilan usually lives in seclusion and rarely communicates with Zhou Keyun, nor does she ask about his studies or life.At that time, Zhou Keyun felt that only when she was listening to him playing the piano, they were like an ordinary mother and son, and usually more like a landlord and a tenant.

Due to his tight high school studies, Zhou Keyun would occasionally borrow the piano from the old building for daily practice. The piano became a bridge for him to communicate with his mother, but he didn't really like it.

There is no way to give up if you don't like it, so practicing the piano is often boring.

Zhou Keyun found Ji Xinghui after going there a few times.

He often stands outside the window behind Zhou Keyun and listens to him playing the piano. The time is not too long, and he will rush away after a piece of music.

Zhou Keyun didn't care about it at first, but after a lot of times, he became curious.He didn't know if Ji Xinghui was the same as his mother, because he liked it very much, so he came to listen to it.

Once he deliberately caught him, and asked bluntly: "What are you doing?"

Ji Xinghui's expression became a little panicked, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was just listening to you playing the piano."

Zhou Keyun knew that this was his classmate, but he didn't have much impression. He only remembered that someone commented that he was good-looking.This face-to-face conversation was the first time Zhou Keyun looked at his face seriously.

It is indeed very beautiful, the lines of the facial features are very soft, which makes people feel like rubbing.

"You're bothering me like this." Zhou Keyun said that on purpose.

"I'm sorry." Ji Xinghui apologized to him again, "I just think it sounds nice, if you mind, I'll leave now."

Zhou Keyun knew that there was something nasty in his character, and what he said just now was just to tease Ji Xinghui, so he said again: "Forget it, come in and listen."

Ji Xinghui looked at him in surprise, his expression brightened.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Keyun found that Ji Xinghui looked better when he smiled, his eyes were extremely bright.

Zhou Keyun sat back and continued to practice the piano. Yesterday, his mother criticized him for playing the piano without emotion, so he had to figure it out by himself.

Ji Xing sat upright, looking very serious.

At the end of the song, Zhou Keyun turned to look at him, and asked expressionlessly, "How do you feel?"

"It sounds good." Ji Xinghui said without thinking.

Zhou Keyun pursed his lower lip, thinking that this answer was too perfunctory, but it made him feel very happy.After all, his mother would definitely list a lot of areas for him to improve, and there would be no such straightforward praise at all.

Ji Xinghui glanced at his watch and stood up a little anxiously: "Sorry, I still have something to do. Thank you very much today."

Before Zhou Keyun could say another word, Ji Xinghui disappeared.

Later, he asked the boys in the class, and found out that Ji Xinghui always skipped evening self-study to go to part-time job. The boys said this with a playful expression.

"Teacher Zhou must not be able to imagine that kind of place, don't look at him usually doing such shameful things behind his back."

Zhou Keyun frowned, but didn't say anything. He didn't know Ji Xinghui well, so naturally he didn't have the obligation to protect him.

Maybe because of paying attention to Ji Xinghui, Zhou Keyun knew that he didn't have parents.Human beings are always prone to pity each other, and Ji Xinghui cast a shadow in Zhou Keyun's heart like this.

At that time, Zhou Keyun was not very good at getting along with people, and the so-called friends around him were all found by himself. The reason was either his looks, his grades, or his wealthy family background.

High school students are very snobbish. Ji Xing's poor conditions at home can become the target of their gossip. If Ji Xing has good grades, it becomes another crime and attracts people's hatred.

Zhou Keyun was very annoying to these people, he found a very bad excuse to help Ji Xinghui, he paid a high price for Ji Xinghui to help with homework.

At that time, his thinking was very simple, Ji Xing went back to work for money, so as long as he had money, he could stop going to that kind of place.

In fact, Zhou Keyun has never doubted Ji Xinghui's part-time job location in the mouth of his classmates. It seems that he has acquiesced to this fact from the very beginning, so the behavior of giving money to do homework seems so noble, as if he is persuading Ji Xinghui to return to his lost path. .

Not long after, Ji Xinghui no longer accepted Zhou Keyun's kindness, and he said something very straightforward, "I won't write any more money."

At that moment, Zhou Keyun felt that Ji Xinghui didn't know what to do.

He did hold a grudge, and thought in his heart that he would never do him any favors again.So later Zhou Keyun knew that Ji Xinghui would still come to listen to him play the piano, but he never invited him again.

This incident made him feel disappointed again, because apart from Ji Xinghui, no one simply liked listening to him play the piano anymore.

"Could it be that you forgot how to play?"

Ji Xinghui's voice pulled Zhou Keyun out of his memory, and he subconsciously looked over.

Ji Xinghui looked at him with a smile, his eyes slightly bent, the same bright eyes as in high school made Zhou Keyun's heart tighten.

Zhou Keyun shook his head: "I will never forget it."

Feng Meilan loves to listen to Chopin's "Nocturne" the most. She has practiced it hundreds of times, and after Zhou Keyun hits the first note, her memory is revived.

Zhou Keyun once complained that Ji Xing had been back for a long time, secretly angry, and hoped that he would continue to cling to him with the cheek.He thought that as long as Ji Xing took the initiative, he could forgive him.

But Ji Xing retreated so far.

Zhou Keyun closed his eyes, and the sound of music flowed from his fingertips. At that time, he asked Ji Xing to come in and played the same piece.

Zhou Keyun occasionally thinks, if time can really be turned back, where would he go back?

The day of the New Year's Eve party seemed to be too late. After he grew up, he looked back at his high school days with Ji Xinghui, only to realize that he self-righteously crossed Ji Xinghui's name from the beginning.

So how could he have the face to hope that Ji Xinghui liked him from the beginning?

At the end of the song, Zhou Keyun put his hand on his thigh and said suddenly: "I'm sorry, the day I first let you in to listen, I deliberately played a few wrong places. I thought you didn't understand anything at that time, which made me Very superior."

Ji Xing was stunned for a while, and he thought about it for a while before he remembered it. He smiled with a good temper: "I was very happy that day, because my classmates didn't like me very much, but you were willing to let me listen to you piano."

Zhou Keyun came over, squatted down on one knee, and held Ji Xinghui's left hand.

"I'm sorry, Xinghui." Zhou Keyun lowered his head, and his forehead touched the back of Ji Xinghui's hand.

"I'm not good enough for you."

Ji Xinghui touched the back of Zhou Keyun's neck with his right hand. The hair at the bottom was shaved very short, which felt a bit harsh to the touch. He said softly: "You were not responsible to me before, but now you are really good to me. I thought that after grandma left, no one would love me anymore."

Zhou Keyun didn't speak. He realized his feelings for Ji Xinghui too late, and because of his misunderstanding and self-righteousness, he missed many opportunities to be honest.The only poem that can be called a confession was wrongly read to the right person.

When he thought of the ten years he had missed, his heart ached badly.

"When those people said bad things about you in the past, I should have protected you." Zhou Keyun said sullenly.

Ji Xinghui snapped his hand, and said seriously: "Now that I think about it, I should have punched each of them."

"Let Tangcheng organize a class reunion, and I'll take you to make it up." Zhou Keyun said childishly.

Zhou Keyun sighed: "But you can beat me too. I stood by and watched, no different from an accomplice."

Ji Xinghui was amused by him, he lowered his head and kissed Zhou Keyun's hair: "Then I can't bear it."

"I don't have the hobby of going back and revealing my scars. It's best for us to live in the present moment." Ji Xinghui said seriously.

They had too many regrets and misses before, and the parties couldn't count them. Ten years of silent love is so long. Until today, they have finally learned to be honest with each other clumsily.

Zhou Keyun reached out and hugged Ji Xinghui's waist, thinking that one day, he would have the courage to tell him that he had actually loved him for many years.

Speaking:

The third volume is over.