"What's the matter?" Yan Yuan saw Qingge turn her head away, holding her face in both hands, but unexpectedly saw Qingge's red eyes.My heart twitched, and my tone became softer, "What's the matter? It's not a rabbit, why are your eyes red?"

Qingge gasped, couldn't help but threw herself into Yan Yuan's arms.But his mouth was still very stubborn, "You are the rabbit, I just... just got sand in my eyes." She didn't expect him to be so anxious and desperate for her.She was so touched, but she didn't know how to express it.She obviously didn't have that much confidence in him, but this time... well, no matter if he really went out to help her buy things, or he entrusted the waiter and then said good things to coax her, she... she also admitted it.In this unfamiliar place, it is really nice to have a shoulder to lean on and be by her side.

"Okay, okay, you just got sand in your eyes. Our Qingge is not a crybaby." Yan Yuan's tone was as helpless as coaxing a child, full of tenderness and soft words.

Sensing Yan Yuan's tone, Qingge in his arms hammered his back in embarrassment.Tell you to speak out, let me lose face!

With such a small force, he can treat it as a tickle, and it is quite interesting.

Although the most painful moment of menstruation is over, the next moment will not be easy.For several days, Qingge stayed in the hotel without going out.As soon as she went out, she felt the cold air outside, and she began to feel uncomfortable.So she could only resign herself to her fate in the room, and teased herself by the way: Going abroad is just another place to stay at home.

Seeing Qingge like this, Yan Yuan has been staying with her in the hotel for the past few days, reluctant to let her be alone.

In the afternoon of this day, Yan Yuan reported to Qing Ge that he was going to get together with Japanese friends in the evening.Qingge is also reasonable, Yan Yuan could have gone out to play by herself, but because of her physical condition, she stayed with her in the hotel, she already felt a little guilty.There is a party now, and she hopes that he will go out quickly and stop staying with her in the hotel.

Yan Yuan was wearing a white shirt with a dark blue woolen vest on top.The whole person is even more handsome and profound.

Qingge hugged a warm baby, hugged the pillow, and said to him, "Do you want to wear gold-rimmed glasses! It looks more abstinent."

Yan Yuan frowned bluntly, "What, I'm not short-sighted. I'm leaving, you, just stay in the room for me, and remember to call me if you need anything."

"Okay, come back soon!" Qingge said briskly.

However, when Yan Yuan really disappeared, she sighed again.When Yan Yuan stayed in the hotel, she hoped that he would not worry too much and go out for fun; and when Yan Yuan really went to meet Japanese friends, she began to feel a little lonely again, feeling depressed, as if being trapped It looks like something is blocked.

What, so I am not so generous!She thought sullenly, but felt that being so frustrated was really out of character.

So she braced herself and diverted her attention.

Teresa Teng's "Northern Spring" was played in the room, and the sweet and gentle voice sang softly:
snow melting
gurgling stream
独木桥 自横

嫩芽 初上 落叶松

……

The lyrics are well written and the singing voice is beautiful, but she doesn't usually listen to Teresa Teng's songs.But her father, from before to now, has always liked Teresa Teng's songs.When she was a child, there was still a DVD player at home, and her father often played Teresa Teng's records.Therefore, Teresa Teng's songs can be regarded as something she has heard since she was a child. Although it is not very in line with her hobbies, but under the influence of more than 20 years, she has also developed a deep attachment to her songs.

In the sad singing, Qingge closed her eyes, as if she could see her father, just like when she was a child, after dinner, she would occasionally light a cigarette and put Teresa Teng's record on the DVD.When Teresa Teng's singing sounded, my father would always breathe out smoke, close his eyes, and listen carefully, as if enjoying himself very much, sweeping away his tiredness of the day.Often, there is still a plate of brewed tea on the table, and the aroma of the tea rises.And she looked at her father like this, and also looked at the singer on the TV screen in a daze.

Qingge looked at all this in front of her, and then she really felt that time passed so fast, she accidentally left many people behind, and she couldn't catch up.When I look back in the future, I will carefully wipe out the past events one by one and look at them carefully.She was an independent child from an early age and rarely worried her parents.After growing up, he was admitted to medical school, studied psychology, and became a urologist after work.Many, many decisions are made by myself, and then the parents are informed of the decision.There are many times when the pressure is very high, and she also finds a way to unblock it by herself, and never tells her parents about her troubles.

After going to university and leaving her hometown, she saw a richer world and heard more shocking singing.The songs of her father and Teresa Teng have left her, but the song that many people regard as a classic still lingers in her heart.Even more so every time she thinks of her hometown and her parents.She never saw her father turn on the DVD and listen to Teresa Teng's songs with his eyes closed after dinner.Occasionally go back, seldom come across father listening to songs.She thought her father hadn't been listening to Teresa Teng's songs for a long time.But the DVD player was spotless.Even after years, it still shines with a warm and reliable light.It turns out that some deep-rooted beliefs and hobbies will not be easily changed by the passage of time and the changes in the world.

At this moment, involuntarily, she also sang softly along with the singing, "I have you in my ordinary years, and I am full of vitality. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, let me forget my troubles and melancholy. If you don't give me encouragement and courage , my life will lose its meaning.”

Yes, at this moment, she was in Japan, thinking of her father in China.Although he has only been abroad for a few days, the longing in it is that he can't wait to travel thousands of miles to reach him, so that he can understand this feeling.Maybe it was because she was alone at this time, or maybe it was because she was in a foreign country at this time, and the physical discomfort brought her psychological fragility, which made her miss her family even more, and also wanted to go back to the past when she and her father listened to music on the DVD player. long-term scene.

The cold air has hit these days, I don't know if Dad is okay?His legs ache on cloudy days.As for my mother, she would talk about the whole family needing to wear more clothes, but she forgot to add another dress.

What's the use of worrying about it here?Better call them now.

Qingge picked up the phone and was about to dial the number, but found that at this time, they were all asleep, so she had to give up.

Qingge continued to listen to several songs by Teresa Teng, immersed in this thought.

After more than an hour, Yan Yuan came back.

There is some alcohol smell on his body, but it is not strong, and his consciousness is still very clear.When he opened the door, he was a little surprised to hear the song coming from inside.

"Qingge, why don't you usually like listening to these songs?" Yan Yuan asked.

"Just listen to it once in a while, my dad likes to listen to it very much."

Hearing what Qingge said, Yan Yuan understood that Qingge might have thought of her parents.

"When you get better, we'll go back to China. See parents soon." Yan Yuan held her hand, expressing his comfort.

"Okay, I also want to go back soon. This trip to Japan is really a bit regrettable." This is a good time, I can only stay in the hotel, but it is really a waste of time.

"You can come again next time, pick a warm season. Japan is so close, next time you pick a holiday and come again. We have to go to the Aegean Sea, Milan, Venice... many, many places, as long as you want to go, I can accompany you You go. We still have a lot of time, so there is no rush." ​​In fact, what Yan Yuan wanted to say was that they still have a lifetime of time to travel around the world slowly.

"Really?" Qingge smiled and looked up at him intently.This trip to Japan made her trust him even more.Maybe, she herself is secretly looking forward to traveling the world with him.

"I will never lie to you. Qingge." Yan Yuan said solemnly.

Qingge looked at him with a smile. In fact, what she really wanted to say was "I believe", but the moment the words reached her throat, she suddenly couldn't speak.Maybe, maybe in the future, she can easily say "I believe" to him?
Qingge walked to the balcony, Teresa Teng's nostalgic singing in the bedroom far away.Yan Yuan quickly took a coat and followed.

"The balcony is very cold, put it on." Yan Yuan put the cloak on Qingge's shoulders.

"My dad used to drive me on his Forever bicycle. After school, I sat in the back seat, and I always felt as happy as a bird."

"Your family is very happy." Hearing Qingge's description, Yan Yuan felt a little envious in his heart.Although his family has a big business, they are full of scheming and scheming everywhere. Everyone is planning carefully for their own interests, but they still have to maintain deep feelings on the surface.And he, since he was 15 years old, has never enjoyed the love of his parents, and he is left alone, constantly struggling in the Yan family where the weak can prey on the strong.

"Now, I don't know where my bicycle is. Maybe it's broken, maybe it was lost during the relocation. But now, who still rides a bicycle." She said faintly, her thoughts falling into the past.No wonder some people dwell on the past.It is precisely because the past was so beautiful and there were no present worries that people are deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.But isn't this also a kind of escape?Unbearable, so escape the current pressure.She is not such a person.She is not a person who likes to look back on the past, but at this moment, her thoughts are surging.

Yan Yuan also thought about his childhood, but he didn't have any memories about bicycles.He was always picked up by a driver when he was a child.He has never sat on the back seat of a bicycle, so he can't quite understand the feeling of Qingge.

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