A song from Wang Wang

Chapter 5

It has been more than half a year since I came to the UK. I still remember that when I first came, I was taken care of by my grandfather's family like an emperor. Because of their care, I have already walked out of the nightmare of the Shangguan couple's death.

Half a year later, Miyazaki Qingge left the United States and took a private transfer flight to France.He rejected his grandfather's proposal to go to school, and expressed his hope that he would return to Japan and go to school with Echizen in two years.

Miyazaki Qingge asked to learn jewelry design and manufacturing.Facts have proved that Grandpa Baili dotes on his grandson very much. Grandpa Baili bought a shop on the Champs Elysees Avenue in Paris and opened a jewelry store called 'Love is like the wind'.In the beginning, Grandpa Baili just wanted to please his grandson, but he didn't expect that the jewelry designed by his grandson would become a luxury sought after by the European upper class in the future.

A year later, the jewelry designed was presented at Paris Fashion Week, and all the jewelry worn by the models were provided by 'Love Rufeng'.After the performance, the jewelry on the models became the object of snapping up by celebrities. For a while, "Love Like the Wind" was overcrowded. At the same time, the number of French tourists exploded.

Miyazaki Qingge has become the top jewelry designer in France. His works are famous for their gorgeous carvings, exquisite drawing techniques and weird totems.Known as the 'God's Hand'.Because every time Miyazaki Qingge plays, whether it is summer or winter, he always wears gorgeous ancient Chinese clothes, like a god from heaven.The women of the aristocratic circle liked him very much.

Japanese name: Aoka Miyazaki

Chinese name: Baili Qingge

Birthday: 10?1

Blood type: O type

Nickname: Hand of God

Representative color: silver.It symbolizes insight, inspiration, interstellar power, and intuition, representing nobility, nobility, purity, and eternity.

The raging fire youth began to perform, and the one who knew Dongbang was also the one who knew Lei Junfan.He was holding a cardboard box in his hand, which contained a handful of erhu that he found by accident when he passed by a small shop.There are everything from old-fashioned restaurants to western-style cafes.There are as many as 2000 restaurants and shops lined up on both sides of the road to the depths of the small street. In such an environment, that small shop looks very inconspicuous.I don't know why, but I found it at a glance.So he opened the door and walked in, and the crisp wind chime sounded immediately.What came into view was a variety of musical instruments.

Erhu, Gaohu, Zhonghu, Gehu, Low Gehu, Yehu, Matouqin, Corbel Qin, Horse Bone Huqin, Naxi Huqin, etc.Guzheng, flute, pipa, Liuqin, Xiao, ocarina,...

In this small shop, there are all kinds of traditional Chinese folk musical instruments.

The boss there is a young woman who likes Chinese musical instruments very much. She smiled and told the history and origin of each musical instrument that Nuan Feng saw in her elegant voice.

In the end, Qing Ge chose an erhu, which is shaped like a crescent crescent. Zhang Gong, Ma Wei Na Er Xian Jian, is a very rare, ancient, unmodified Erhu.

Because he liked it, he took out the card without even asking the price. The boss said a word before he left, "Please take good care of it!" He paused, turned around and nodded slightly, "That's natural."

I forgot who said: Erhu is a sad instrument, dull, and when you pull it lightly, its unique melancholy will float away... But he just loves this instrument very much, except Guqin and Xiao Besides, his favorite is the erhu.Therefore, when he came to the beach, he was in a very happy mood.

Maybe it's the wrong time, the students are in class, and the office workers are at work, so the whole seaside can be said to be deserted, and only one person can be vaguely seen standing there on the huge seaside.

Without intentionally approaching, Qing Ge walked on the beach by the sea, step by step, leaving his footprints on the beach, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes, breathing the breath from the ocean, the sea breeze brushed his cheeks, bringing Short hair, blowing in the wind...

At this moment, all the worries are gone, and people always look very small in front of nature.Compared with the sea, my troubles can be described as sesame mung beans.

When the sea is calm, it has a tolerant heart like a mother. When it is rough, the sea is like a parent who is angry with a child. Every face of the sea is beautiful and unique to Qingge.Before I knew it, I came to that person and found that the other person was seriously painting.

Because he was just a stranger, Qing Ge didn't pay much attention to him.It's just that when passing by, he inadvertently glanced at the unfinished painting.

Immediately, Yu brows frowned slightly, and a hint of inappropriateness appeared on his face.

It was also from that moment that two parallel lines that would never have intersected finally had a chance to intersect.

With just one glance, Qing Ge saw through the painter's mood.

The emotions in that painting are so complex.Longing, sadness, helplessness, hesitation, struggle, and even a little bit of despair.

Qing Ge doesn't understand, the young man in front of him is at the prime of his life, why is his painting so sad?If it was normal, he might just leave, because Qingge has always believed that life is given by God, and how to live on his own, no matter how much others help, is also an external factor.But he is in a very happy mood today, so...

He walked five steps away from the boy, sat on the ground without caring about the sand on the ground, opened the box that he had been holding for a while, and took out the erhu inside.The melodious sound of the erhu played slowly, echoing on the quiet beach together with the sound of waves from the sea.Qingge knows that there are not many erhu tunes, he can count them with his fingers, it's just a few tunes.What he played today was "Late Autumn".This piece is one of the few soft pieces among the erhu tunes. It is elegant, gentle, and delicately tells the beauty, meaning, and love of late autumn...

The boy's hand holding the pen paused, his eyes closed quietly at some point, and he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the warm wind, his hair was scattered on his shoulders. He just kept his drawing posture motionless and listened to the warm wind's erhu song.

Qingge himself is also getting more and more fun playing, it seems that he has never played so well like today, and he has never felt that the man who released the Buddha is an erhu, and the erhu is a human being.Looking at the sea, watching the shallow and thin white waves gently lapping against the blue sea, her heart was calm without any waves.

He played the song "Late Autumn" repeatedly, and after listening to it a few times, the boy who painted the picture suddenly opened his eyes. The negative feelings from before were gone in those beautiful crystal eyes, and they were replaced by Hope for life, hope for the future.He continued to draw the unfinished flute painting, but this time, he wrote faster and more smoothly.The original emotion in the painting was covered up by his few strokes.The air between the two seemed to have changed from cold at the beginning to soft and harmonious later.

I don't know how many times this piece of music has been played, and I didn't stop until Qingge felt my fingertips start to get hot.He looked sideways to see what was going on with that boy, but he unexpectedly looked into a warm world...

After the boy finished painting by himself, he quietly came to Qingge's side, with a gentle and extremely beautiful smile on his handsome face.It seemed that the seriousness and expressionlessness just now never existed.

Qing Ge and the boy looked at each other with one lower and one higher.At this moment, Qingge suddenly remembered something that someone once said, "There is a kind of person, no matter how much you get along with him, you can't like him! It is a kind of rejection from the heart. But there are also kind of people, You don't need too much time, it may be a month, or a week, a day, or even a second, as long as you meet your eyes, your heart will tell you that you must be very compatible with him. That kind of person It will often become your close friend, or even your confidant. There is not an old saying: a man dies for a confidant, and a woman is honored for a man who pleases him. Perhaps, your relationship will reach this standard."

At that time, Qing Ge just listened to it as interesting and didn't think too much about it.

But now, he found that his feelings were so surprisingly similar!

"Thank you! It was your song that saved me." The boy's voice was so melodious and charming, like the sound of a violin that made people intoxicated.Blinking his eyes, Qing Ge stood up and patted the sand on his body nonchalantly.For the first time, he showed a sincere smile to a stranger, "You're welcome, in fact, you just can't figure it out for a while. Even without my enlightenment, you can come out by yourself."

He did not miss the sense of struggle in the painting.Thus, the boy knew that he understood his painting.Thus, Qingge knew that the young man understood his tune.The two smiled at each other and extended their hands to introduce themselves.

"Miyazaki Qingge, 13 years old, Japanese. Traveling and vacationing in China."

"Lei Junfan, 18 years old, Chinese." Lei Junfan? ? ?Toho member? ? ?

"Ah, so Qing Ge came to see Hai on purpose?" Maybe it was because he had enlightened him, or maybe it was because the two really hit it off, so Lei Junfan changed his words shortly after the two talked.As for Qing Ge, the Chinese are used to it, and they feel that it is normal to be called by their first name, and they agreed without a trace of resistance in their hearts.Of course, he was also called Lei Junfan. "Well, as far as China is concerned, I prefer this place."

He raised his hand and brushed the broken hair blown away by the wind behind his ears, his eyes were full of smiles.And the other pair of eyes that looked at him were also full of gentle smiles. "Since it's rare for you Qingge to come to China once, as the host, I can't let you go home empty-handed. How about it, do I have the honor to be your guide for a day trip?" His brain responds faster "Yeah!"

The moment he finished speaking, he froze.Why did he agree so simply and neatly?Is it because of the boy's expectant eyes?

"Then, the first stop is Taipei, let's go!" With the easel behind his back, Lei Junfan walked out of the beach with Qing Ge side by side with an elegant and charming smile on his face.

The sun at 10 o'clock in the morning is not dazzling, and today's temperature is also very suitable for playing.The two kept talking along the way.Lei Junfan was surprised to find that the author of the novel that Qing Ge admired was the same as himself.Qingge unexpectedly understands that Lei Junfan's favorite tea is the same as his own.Then, Lei Junfan knew that Qing Ge's best skills were not the erhu but the guqin and Xiao... They also like Brahms' Fourth Symphony, they both like to plant flowers and grass in their spare time, and they will casually say Fragments of poetry from France or China...

There are too many similarities, which make them look at each other differently. It turns out that there are people in this world who have the same interests as themselves.As a result, their impressions of each other deepened one after another, two and three deepened, and then deepened... As a result, they upgraded from "ordinary friends" to "confidant friends" in just a few hours. Said friends' trends...

The plot of Blazing Youth is about to unfold.