The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 110

After hanging up the phone, I found a bench and sat down. After struggling for a long time, I still dialed the number I knew by heart.

The crisp and sweet voice said: "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist..."

I smiled, tightened my windbreaker to resist the cold wind, and said to the phone: "You didn't come today, are you busy? It's okay, I know you are busy. By the way, I broke the school piano again yesterday, you Tell me if I am very angry... I can't help it, I played too much... Also, I have a very authoritative competition in two days, and the piece the professor chose for me is "Butterfly". I know, he hopes I can become famous in one song, but whether I can become famous or not is not important to me, I am living a very good life now, very satisfied..."

I looked up at the new moon in the sky, today is my 20th birthday.

He once promised me that he would spend every birthday with me, because no one in this world knows my birthday except him.

"Chen, would you like to have a word with me? Just say a word, I'm not greedy... Just say a word."

The phone reminded me over and over again that I had dialed the wrong number, my hands were buried in my hair, and my fingers unconsciously pulled the hair tightly.

I tried my best to control my emotions, but all the blood in my body was coagulating for the missing.

"I just want to know if you are doing well...you don't have to answer my phone, you can turn off the phone, why do you have to do things so absolutely...don't let me see you, let me listen to the voice... ..."

"Just tell me that you are doing well, you have forgotten me, and I have nothing else to ask for..."

Don't know where Tang Lin came from and snatched my phone.

He brought the phone to his lips angrily, and was about to speak when he froze suddenly, looked at me... and closed the phone.

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Why does this man always appear when he shouldn't.

I wiped away my tears, stood up bitterly, and snatched the phone back from his hand.

"Mr. Meng, I admit that you know piano and art, but I..."

"But I don't understand you."

What I said later was choked back by him.

"It's the first time I saw your smile and heard your piano sound. I can clearly feel the overflowing love in your soul. Such a strong feeling, even people who don't understand music can be infected by your happiness " He pulled my cuff and raised my hand in front of his eyes, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that you would perform Mozart's music so movingly with the blood on your fingers!"

"I don't need you to understand!"

I'm really in a bad mood today, and I don't have the energy to play language arts with him.

I pulled back my hand, brushed my hair, and continued walking towards the school.

"You are a very contradictory person." His words made my heart tighten. "Why do you hate yourself so much?"

Who said he didn't understand?
Not only does he understand art and piano, he also understands me...

My steps are a little stiff.

"Ai Beibei, let's sign the contract, I promise to realize your dream."

"I don't need others to help me realize my dreams."

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I don't need anyone else to help me realize my dreams.

If my dream is to impress others with my piano sound and infatuated love, then at this moment, a piece of "Butterfly Transformation" came to an abrupt end in sadness and melancholy, and the silence of more than 30 seconds means that I have succeeded up...

If my dream is to continue this swan song, then... it cannot be realized.

In the past two years, how many tears I have shed, how much heartache I have endured, and how many days and nights I have practiced, today, I finally stood up with the brightest smile, and bowed deeply to those who had tears in their eyes amidst fierce applause.

I also bow to the person who gave me the piano at the age of nine, gave me the future, and made me break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly...

I was still on the stage, and the professor rushed up and hugged me tightly with tears in his eyes.

"Teacher, I finally succeeded!"

This is the success I want most. I can live an ordinary life without a name. As long as there is a moment when someone sheds tears for my music...

And I'm smiling!
In the endless applause, I walked backstage.

Jing in a suit was already waiting for me with a tulip, I took it and hugged him with a smile. "Brother, I succeeded!"

He patted my back lightly, and his arms were a little unsteady because of excitement, "I know you will be able to play this piece with a smile one day, and you finally succeeded." "I will never play this piece for this piece again. Weep."

It's not difficult to forget someone by yourself, as long as you keep yourself busy every day and don't have time to miss.

The difficulty is that in order not to dry up the emotions in the music, I have to sit in front of the piano and relive the sadness over and over again, giving the piano a soul full of blood and tears.

Therefore, all my efforts in the past two years are not to forget, but to make myself enough to bear this grief!
(End of this chapter)