June is our farewell song

Ye Qiuling knew nothing about what happened in the "City of the Cat's Sky" at that time. The violin genius who hated the violin was experiencing a painful domestic violence at this time. This kind of violence was not physical but spiritual. .Her mother hadn't eaten for two whole days, and the middle-aged man was on a hunger strike to protest her daughter's avoidance of the practice.

The matter started during the summer vacation, at the end of July, when Qiu Ling pedaled her bicycle along the familiar road to the piano store in the north of the city.It is about five kilometers from home to the piano store, and it takes an hour on foot, but not long by bicycle.As usual, she bought canned coffee at the vending machine on the way, took a short break, then walked along the river for a while, turned around the alleyway next to the brown office building, and the piano store appeared right in front of her.

If there are no accidents, it should be such a plan.

But after turning into the alleyway, she couldn't help but froze on the spot.

There was a girl wearing a gray low-necked sweater and maroon shorts squatting in the shadow of the alley where the sun just couldn't reach her, holding a violin in her arms that didn't look very expensive but was in excellent condition. The bow fell on her body On the concrete floor below, bean-sized teardrops rolled down her little face in a patter-patta manner.

She looked like she was two years younger than herself, and her body hadn't opened yet. She was crying so sadly that not only her shoulders, but her whole body was trembling.Qiu Ling was standing at the other side of the alley, and she could clearly hear her sobbing.

She watched the tearful girl for a long time, and she didn't realize the passage of time until the car horn sounded from behind.She jumped out of the car, pushed the front of the car and turned to a place against the wall to avoid it. A white car drove past her coldly, without even looking at the crying girl.

Glancing at the time, there are still 15 minutes before class starts, and there is still time to delay here for a while.In fact, Qiu Ling wished she could have some reason to escape this practice class.Usually in school, you can use classes, tests, and club activities to escape some practice classes on weekdays, but there are few suitable reasons for practice classes on weekends and rest days.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiu Ling pushed the bicycle and walked slowly towards the girl.

"Well...excuse me..."

"Ah, I'm sorry...meaning...is it blocking your way...ahem..."

"I was ranked third in the assessment this time, and I just couldn't get the place for the semi-finals of the provincial competition... Without the results of the provincial competition, there will be no bonus points for the high school entrance examination. With my results, it is impossible to go to the market as a music specialty student. In the key high schools here, I can only go to ordinary high schools... No, even ordinary high schools may not be able to... I will never have the opportunity to continue learning piano in the future. I know nothing but piano, and I have already learned everything to learn piano Give up... I don't know what else I can do... I really like the violin..."

Tears fell on the ground one by one, like stones hitting Qiuling's chest.

Naturally, she missed the provincial competition, and the heartbroken little sister also won the spot that did not belong to her.Naturally, her teacher was furious and her parents were disappointed.

She knew who the mean and demanding teacher was, and she knew who the gifted student was who only practiced for an hour a day and kept skipping classes.The woman who was known to be stern and strict showed her what she said was "unprecedented tolerance".

"Ah, yes, but I don't study well." Qiuling adjusted the strap on her shoulders as if shy, and hid the piano case behind her back, where the girls couldn't see it. "It's not like you, either. Practice so much every day. I don't like the violin very much."

Because of that extra point, spending a lot of money and energy to learn something that I don't like at all destroys the hopes of those who really have dreams.

If she misses it, she will also lose the opportunity to win extra points in the college entrance examination, and her parents' investment for so many years will be in vain, and the teacher who has high hopes for her will definitely be furious.

"She said that I have no talent, that even if I practice ten hours a day, I can't compare with the sister who only practiced for one hour a day and often skipped classes, and that I should have given up a few years ago. I know what she said is true , I also know that I can't compare to that genius sister, I don't envy her, not at all..."

As he spoke, the girl's tears rolled down again.

Qiu Ling felt as if she was holding an ice cube and soaking in very hot water. Her hands and chest were so cold, but she didn't dare to let go of her hands to let the ice cube slip away.

But at the same time, in fact, she is also standing at the crossroads of fate, and this is actually her last chance for the provincial competition.

"Of course, I have dreamed of becoming a violinist since I was a child." The girl flashed a faint smile when she said this, and there was light in her eyes, but the light and smile were like a flash in the sky The shooting star disappeared from her face in the blink of an eye, "So I practice hard every day, the tuition fee is very high, and the family burden is heavy, but my parents have always supported me, but now..."

Qiu Ling quickly stopped her:

"It turned out to be like this. If you don't like it, it's really hard to stick to it. After all, practicing for a long time is very boring."

"It's the violin... I play the violin too badly." The girl stood up with Qiu Ling's support, wiped away her tears, her eyes were red and swollen, which made her face look smaller, like A skinny cat, "My teacher said that I shouldn't continue at all. It's a waste of time to compete for a place in the provincial competition at this level..."

"It's okay, no need." The girl shook her head lightly, "She is a very famous performer and the best violin teacher in our place. She was recommended to participate in the provincial competition in the preliminary competition, so others have been begging her to take classes, so... she doesn't teach students who are not talented enough. Although I practiced for eight or nine hours a day after the summer vacation, I still haven't made much progress... "

The moment her body flew up, Qiu Ling suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart. Fate helped her make a choice when she didn't know how to choose.

The girl who suddenly received attention seemed to be frightened and stopped her sobbing forcibly, but the tears and snot were not so easy to stop.So Qiu Ling watched helplessly as the girl lowered her head and kept sucking her nose vigorously, but she couldn't move out to wipe her eyes because she was holding the violin in her hand, so tears fell one by one on the back of her hand, smashing small tears. splashes. ,

Qiu Ling couldn't remember what kind of mental state she was in when she pushed the car out of the alley. She only remembered that there was a faint cry of a girl behind her, and she only remembered the glare of the sun and the sharp horn The sound, and the severe pain that spread rapidly along the right arm...

"Maybe... I should really give up... Just like what she said, continuing to practice is just a waste of time." She looked up at Qiu Ling and saw the violin case behind her, "Sister, you are also learning The violin?"

The right elbow was fractured and he was recuperating for three months.

But Qiuling's resistance to the violin is even stronger than before, because she feels that she is occupying other people's lives.

No matter from which point of view, she felt that this hard-working girl in front of her was more worthy of the provincial competition than herself.

She seemed to want to stand up, was she trying to make way for herself?
"Sorry, I'm leaving right now..."

"So..." Qiu Ling looked at the girl in front of her with complicated eyes, "You really like the violin, don't you?"

"Why does this teacher speak so meanly..." Qiu Ling scolded softly, "Where do you have class? I'll help you find his theory. How can you say such things to your own students?"

Qiu Ling felt her face was burning hot, a complex and sour feeling surged up from her chest, overflowed her throat, and drilled into her head bit by bit.Every word of the girl is like a knife, constantly piercing her heart.

"No, I came here because I saw you crying. What happened? You look sad..."

Back to the present, her hand has fully recovered a month ago, and her teacher and parents urged her to resume violin practice again. The reason is that there will be an international competition next spring. If she can get a good result in that competition The result, the previous miss suddenly became indifferent.

Turns out I've been doing something like this.

She feels sick.

So during the period after the car accident, she was very relaxed and happy, because she didn't have to practice the piano, and she gave up that place to those who really needed it.

But what she didn't know was that the girl who cried into tears in front of her still failed to realize her humble dream in the end.

Of course, this is a follow-up.