Song of Qingqiu

Bai Qian sat in front of the window, watching the continuous and dense rain, with no intention of stopping.The cold rain ruthlessly knocked down the leaves on the trees, and dripped continuously along the eaves, hitting her own heart even more.

A deep male voice sounded from the entrance, obviously Mo Yuan was talking to a visitor.The two people's voices were not high, and Bai Qian had no intention of eavesdropping, so she picked up the teacup and took a sip casually, letting the warm feeling enter the stomach along the throat, and then spread in the body, which can also make the tea Warm yourself up.

Mo Yuan's footsteps interrupted her meditation at the window.

"The guest is gone?" She turned her head and asked.

Mo Yuan nodded.

"sorry."

"No need to apologize." Mo Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It's Zheyan who came. He asked me to go to the party and lent me his car. But he saw that I didn't go, so he ran over to see what happened. business." Mo Yuan said, picked up another cup of tea on the coffee table, and sat casually on the far armrest of the corner sofa.This series of movements is natural and smooth, casual and handsome.Especially when his tall and straight figure was sitting in the warm light and shadow of the living room, Bai Qian suddenly wanted to go up and hug him, even if it was just to touch the abdominal muscles wrapped in the short-sleeved T-shirt.

Mo Yuan looked at Bai Qian who was in a daze, and added: "He actually came to see you. Knowing that you are with me, he is relieved."

"Hmm. Thank him for me." Bai Qian replied, and then she came back to her senses, realizing how stupid she was.It wasn't a coincidence that I met Mo Yuan on the road just now, he went to that party specially.And with Mo Yuan's character, there must be something very important.

"I'm sorry." Bai Qian couldn't help but say another sentence.

"Why do you always say I'm sorry?" Mo Yuan smiled, and the bright color that Bai Qian liked flashed in his eyes again.

"Did I delay your business?"

"No." Mo Yuan shook his head, patting his leg rhythmically with one hand. "That kind of occasion is not my favorite. I just want to raise money."

"Raising money? Are you short of money?" Bai Qian looked around suspiciously.High-end apartments, BMW cars, and traveling abroad at every turn.No matter how you look at it, he is a rich man with no worries about food and clothing, and he is talented enough to support himself.How could he be short of money?

"I want to raise money to record the record." Mo Yuan's expression suddenly became serious, and his face showed a hardness like an ice sculpture.

Bai Qian's heart also sank.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became oppressive and dull from the relaxed and soothing just now.Bai Qian didn't know what to say, so she took another sip of tea, looked at the pattern on the carpet in front of her, suddenly remembered something, raised her head and said, "I've heard your song before, it's very nice. Why don't you suddenly sing?"

"I had a polyp on my vocal cords. I had an operation, and I had to rest for a whole year. The original contract was terminated, and the band was also released." Mo Yuan lowered his eyes, tried to speak lightly, and tapped the teacup gently with one hand I want to use this to cover up the sadness and depression in my heart.It's a pity that he didn't do well, the heavy tone, stiff movements, and even tougher expressions all betrayed him.

Bai Qian suddenly felt that among the two people sitting opposite each other in the living room at this moment, Mo Yuan was the one who was more gloomy and needed more comfort and encouragement.

Bai Qian felt that Mo Yuan was like the sky in Qingqiu at this time, so gloomy that it was suffocating.The whole person seemed to be shrouded in a bottomless gray giant net, and he couldn't break free and couldn't escape.

"I'm a rebel." Mo Yuan sighed heavily, and said something again, then raised his head and looked at a certain place outside the window, the mist in his eyes seemed to merge with the rain outside the window.

"My father was, um, a musician. He was a top student at the Conservatory of Music, and he was a major. He later became a famous composer. Then, he entered politics."

"Oh!" Bai Qian couldn't help but widen her eyes.It is said that Zheyan has a background, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.Compared with this, Ye Hua's so-called prominent family background can only be regarded as a local tyrant.

"He later entered politics because he had his ideals. He said music was useless, it was a flashy thing. So he hoped that my brother and I would study economics. But I was not filial. I got an offer from LSE and went to London to engage in rock and roll It's gone." Mo Yuan lowered his head when he said this, buried his head deeply between his arms, and was speechless for a long time.

Sitting by the window, Bai Qian turned to Mo Yuan, and gently put the cup in her hand on the small table.She really wanted to go forward to comfort him, but she didn't know where to start.

"Later, in order to sign a contract with a music company, I dropped out of school and started to become a professional rock singer." After a long silence, Mo Yuan finally raised his head again, and said in a soft tone, "I was very angry with my dad, He even severed the father-son relationship with me." Having said that, Mo Yuan smiled wryly.

Bai Qian stood up slowly, supported his shoulder, and said, "This is not good."

Mo Yuan let out a long sigh: "I know it's not good, but we quarrel when we meet, and I can't help it." Mo Yuan cried bitterly in his heart.His musical journey was indeed bumpy, but his father, who was born in a conservatory, was the one who didn't understand him the most, and also the one who put him under the greatest pressure.