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When Zhou Yu'an was 13 years old, because of anger with his family, he ran away from home to join Wu Haoyu, who lived in Wenhua City.

That day, Wu Haoyu invited a large group of rich kids and beautiful classmates who could have fun on weekdays to celebrate his birthday, and held a BBQ in his garden, which was very lively and smoky.

Zhou Yu'an was younger than them all, and didn't know anyone else, so he just ran behind Wu Haoyu, or buried himself in eating barbecue.

"Brother Yu, since your birthday is June [-]th, I wish you a happy June [-]th." Zhou Yuan raised his glass of Coke and said with a smile to Wu Haoyu, who was much taller and stronger than him.

"Toasting with Coke is too uninteresting, Brother Yu, don't you think so?" Someone booed beside him.

Wu Haoyu hugged Zhou Yu'an, like a chicken, grabbed a glass of wine and stuffed it in his hand, threatening: "When you were young, your brother did you a lot, so you want to give me the face of a glass of wine?"

Zhou Yu'an was at a rebellious age, escaped from the house and was about to indulge himself, so he suffocated the whole glass of wine in one gulp.

A group of wealthy second generations applauded one after another, Zhou Yu'an's voice was hot, but his face was full of complacency. After a few glasses of wine, he was top-heavy and couldn't figure it out.

"I heard that Brother Yu has prepared a special program today? What is it?" asked a delicate girl.

"What else can it be, isn't it the entertainer from Class A of the third year of high school?" Some boys snorted disdainfully.

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, tilted his head and asked, "What kind of showman?"

"The woman Brother Yu had his eyes on was snatched away by a boy from Class A of the third year of high school. Today I'm going to celebrate Brother Yu's birthday with a performance." The boy before him smiled sarcastically.

Zhou Yu'an was so dazed that he didn't quite understand what they were talking about. He looked at Wu Haoyu, but found that his face was not very good-looking.

"Can you talk? What was taken away? That girl just doesn't have eyes." A good-looking girl gently pressed against Wu Haoyu's arm and glared at the sneering boy.

Except for Zhou Yu'an, most of the people present are students from Ruize High School in Wenhua City. Ruize High School is a well-known aristocratic school. The students are either rich or expensive. The school also admits a small group of ordinary students with top grades for free every year. Students are often assigned to Class A because of their excellent grades, but they are actually at the bottom of the school, and they have always been despised and excluded by children from rich families.

Zhou Yu'an listened to them discussing the student in Class A of the third year of high school, and only knew that he had good grades, and some rich girls who didn't care about his background also pursued him, but they never succeeded. Wu Haoyu's favorite school belle seemed to be like this.

A boy asked: "Isn't the college entrance examination tomorrow in the third year of high school? If the lower-level people don't seize this opportunity, they still have time to sell it?" The word "sell" stimulated the crowd to laugh. The last thing this group of young men are worried about is the college entrance examination. .

"Don't tell me, maybe you really got into Tsinghua University and Peking University."

"What is Tsinghua University and Peking University? Besides, who knows if he can take the exam?" Someone raised his chin at Wu Haoyu, implying something.

Wu Haoyu slapped Zhou Yu'an on the back, and said: "You should know music best since you were a piano player in elementary school, right? You'll have to find out what's wrong with your brother later."

Zhou Yu'an was just about to ask what's wrong with him when he heard someone say, "Here we come."

He looked towards the gate of the garden, and a tall and thin young man in a white shirt came in. He was carrying a black piano case on his long back. He raised his eyes to this side amidst the laughter of the crowd. There is a bit of gloom hidden in the room.

Zhou Yu'an stayed there and didn't hear what those people were laughing at.

"Top students in class A, play "Blow the Trumpet" and listen to it, and you will be indispensable for the reward." A boy whistled, which caused a lot of laughter, and several girls blushed.

Zhou Yu'an didn't know what the song "Blowing the Trumpet" was, he just watched the man take off the piano unmoved, and sat on the ground in front of the bright and colorful rose trellis, with a banana leaf pillow on his lap, and then raised his eyes to look at the crowd Wu Haoyu in the center asked indifferently, "What do you want to hear?"

Amidst the smell of charred meat and the hot charcoal fire, his voice was particularly deep and clear, as if he was not here, but between the distant mountains and the flowing clouds.

Obviously, Wu Haoyu couldn't understand such an artistic conception. He sat in front of the piano with his legs spread apart, kicked the body of the piano with the toe of his shiny leather shoes, and said with a smile, "Just play what they said, and receive the reward after playing." Holding a stack of banknotes in his hand, he waved them before the eyes of the piano player.

After that, there was another burst of laughter, and the sons and brothers watched the show one after another. Some drank and drank, some ate meat, and there was a guqin surrounded by the wine pool and meat forest. The scene was indescribably funny.

Zhou Yu'an was a little nervous. This person seemed to be embarrassed. Just as he was about to persuade Wu Haoyu, he heard the sound of the piano. It passed through the hot oily smoke in front of the flowers and came from far away. Breathing the refreshing water vapor.

He looked over, and saw that the qin player lowered his head slightly, but his back was straight, like a clump of green bamboos, his lowered eyebrows were like splashed ink landscapes, and the sound of the piano proudly played thousands of times on the high bridge of his nose.

He didn't know if he was drunk, but he was so distracted when he heard it, he felt a heart like a white deer bumping into a plum tree in the winter snow, with a bang, he couldn't tell whether it was plum or snow that fell, and the fragrance was soaring. sky full.

Someone couldn't stand it, and cursed loudly: "This is not playing the trumpet, it is obviously playing cotton!"

"It's so boring, I almost fell asleep listening to it." A girl rolled her eyes.

The insults and laughter overwhelmed the sound of the piano, and some people even threw a bunch of skewers over in a drunken mood, and the greasy ones fell on the side of the piano, but they did not disturb the piano player at all.

With a sneer on the corner of Wu Haoyu's mouth, he put one hand on Zhou Yu'an's shoulder and asked, "Zhou Yu'an, tell me how well this person plays?"

If Zhou Yu'an was sober, he would definitely have noticed Wu Haoyu's intention to ask such a question, but he blurted out without thinking:

"Super nice!"

Wu Haoyu's hand suddenly exerted force, Zhou Yu'an snorted in pain, wrinkled his nose and looked at Wu Haoyu, not knowing why.

"Zhou Yu'an, are you talking ironically?" Someone asked with a smile upon seeing this.

Wu Haoyu also turned his head to stare at him, as if he would hit someone without saying yes.

However, Zhou Yuan saw the person playing the piano looked up at him, his gloomy eyes were like a bottomless lake, no one could see the bottom of the lake, but he seemed to have glimpsed something, shimmering.

"But I really think it sounds good!" Zhou Yu'an muttered with his head tilted, the drunkenness on his face made him look a bit naive.

Wu Haoyu's face darkened completely, but he didn't get angry with Zhou Yu'an, after all, he was the only son of the Zhou family.

He took a glass of wine from the side, squatted in front of the piano player, and said: "Since someone said that you played well, then your task today is considered complete. You will not give me face with this glass of wine, right?" ?”

With an arrogant tone and a clear sense of threat, he raised the wine glass in front of the person, but his hand suddenly shook, and the bright blue liquid instantly splashed on the strings.

The hand holding the qin stopped, and the owner of the qin looked up at Wu Haoyu. The iris-like wine was reflected in his deep eyes, like the cold light of a sharp sword when it was unsheathed, cold and dangerous.

Zhou Yu'an's heart twitched, he was afraid that the man would shake the wine glass away, but he just stared at Wu Haoyu for a while, his eyes were as dark as a moonless night, then raised his hand to take the wine glass, and when he was about to drink it , was snatched by Zhou Yuan.

He drank the wine in the glass, stuck out his tongue after drinking, wrinkled his face and said bitterly: "It's really not good."

Wu Haoyu was so angry that he almost grabbed Zhou Yu'an's neck, and yelled at the people beside him, "Get him a sober up!" After speaking, he clamped Zhou Yu'an with his arms, put his hand into his mouth and pressed his tongue desperately, Zhou Yu'an spat out a little , desperately broke away from Wu Haoyu.

He was even more dizzy, and there were double images of people. He saw that the piano player seemed to be looking at him all the time, but he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Wu Haoyu was so annoyed by Zhou Yu'an that he was in no mood to find someone to settle accounts, threw the banknote on the ground, stomped on it a few more times, and said with a sneer, "It's for you, take it back and treat the sick man!"

The qin player didn't even look at the banknotes on the ground, and put the qin into the qin box.

The excitement after the sword-drawing was not seen, everyone was a little disconcerted, and they were not interested in making fun of this person.

"Why is it raining suddenly?" a girl exclaimed.

The rest of the people rushed to the villa, and the messy barbecue stalls on the lawn were not cleaned up, and the charcoal fire was quickly extinguished.

Zhou Yuan squatted beside the piano player like a puppy, with his hands resting on his cheeks, he asked blankly, "What's your name?"

Before he heard the answer, Wu Haoyu picked him up and took him into the house. He kept turning his head and looked back, and saw the man walking out with the piano box on his back. He suddenly opened Wu Haoyu, and ran away regardless of his staring. .

The rain in summer was fast and hard, when Zhou Yuan rushed out with an umbrella, the man had already left with the piano case on his back, so he hurriedly chased after him.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Zhou Yu'an panted and ran behind the person, and found that his body was completely soaked, the white shirt became a little transparent, showing his thin and strong body inside, and the piano case was also soaked, constantly moving dripping water.

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly raised the umbrella above his head, but the yellow umbrella was very small, and he was much shorter than the person in front of him, so he had to stand on tiptoe all the way, like a lark dancing ballet, chirping behind.

"What's your name? I'm Zhou Yu'an, I'm giving, I'm Anning." The sound of rain surrounded them from all directions, so he could only ask loudly.

"Don't you want to tell me your name? Then can I call you Brother Guqin?" Zhou Yu'an tilted his head to look at his face, saw that he still ignored him, and asked persistently:

"Can I invite you to play the piano? My family is in Zenan City, and I can cover your travel expenses and accommodation expenses."

The man didn't say a word, just walked forward in silence, his cold and hard side like a blade.

Zhou Yuan stopped at the same spot, stunned for a while, then ran forward again, tiptoed and held the umbrella above his head, and whispered: "I really really like the sound of your piano, I'm learning the piano , but it doesn't play well at all."

After he finished speaking, his face puffed up, a little embarrassed, the man finally turned his head and glanced at him with indifferent eyes.

Zhou Yu'an quickly put on a smile, with two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth. He was already half wet, and there were drops of water on his eyelashes, dripping down when he smiled.

"I heard that you will take the college entrance examination tomorrow? Then you can't get in the rain today, otherwise how can you take the exam if you are sick?" Zhou Yu'an grabbed his arm, stuffed the handle of the umbrella into his hand, turned and ran back.

After running for a while, I turned around and found that the man was still standing there, holding his little yellow umbrella.

He was so drunk, and through the heavy rain, he shouted loudly:

"Brother Guqin, I wish you success in the college entrance examination!"

In the torrential rain, he watched him hold an umbrella and walk into another torrential rain, and gradually disappeared.

After that, he returned to Wu Haoyu's villa and asked him the man's name, but Wu Haoyu ignored him with a dark face.

Then he started to have an inexplicable fever, the fever was unconscious, and his stomach hurt so badly that he was sent to the hospital by the Wu family.Mingyan quickly rushed to Wenhua City, and seemed to have had a big fight with Wu Haoyu's mother, after which the two families had little contact.

He was sick in the hospital for a long time, and after he was discharged from the hospital, he was taken back home. A heavy rain in the summer of 13 years old was like a drunken dream in the afternoon, and it was drowned together with the figure with the guqin on his back.

At the end of the song, Zhou Yu'an was still in the same place, and was finally noticed by the piano player.

"Why are you here?" Zhong Fuchu put Qin aside and walked towards him.

Zhou Yu'an looked up at him, hot spring water seemed to come out of his eye sockets, he quickly lowered his eyelashes, smiled and praised: "You still play so well."

Zhong Fuchu was startled, looked at his drooping long eyelashes, and didn't say anything.

He turned around and walked to the old man and said a few words, as if saying goodbye, then put the guqin into the piano case, carried the piano on his back and walked out with Zhou Yuan.

"When did you come here?" Zhong Fuchu asked.

"I forgot, about 10 minutes ago?" He really forgot. At that time, he watched Zhong Fuchu play the piano, and the memory surged and receded like a tide. A heart was like a dried lemon soaked in hair, sour and swollen. Time has long since lost its meaning.

The two were walking in the corridor, both silent to each other, Zhou Yu'an suddenly whispered: "Brother Guqin."

His heart was tightly squeezed by a hand. Zhong Fuchu 12 years ago could be said to be a bit embarrassed and pitiful. He wondered if Zhong Fuchu would be angry or embarrassed if he remembered it.

Zhong Fuchu froze in place, turned around slowly after a while, looked down at Zhou Yu'an's face, there was no embarrassment in his eyes, but a smile that seemed to be there, "Remember?"

Zhou Yu'an heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and nodded, his face was still a little annoyed, "No wonder I felt familiar when I saw you that day, so we met 12 years ago, I'm so stupid to think of you now stand up."

"It's okay to forget." Zhong Fuchu said flatly.

The same memory has different meanings to different people. For some people, it may be just a gust of wind that blows and forgets. For others, it is a whole summer of rain, tick tock, intermittent.

"I was ill for a long time after I went back, and I didn't have a chance to inquire about your situation. You...were you okay?" Zhou Yu'an asked curiously, that day was the day before Zhong Fuchu's college entrance examination.

"Very good." Zhong Fuchu paused and said.

"That's good." Zhou Yu'an bent his eyes. Now that he thought about it, there might be something wrong with that glass of wine, but luckily he drank it recklessly. Otherwise, wouldn't Zhong Fuchu miss the most important exam?

He didn't want the memory of meeting Zhong Fuchu for the first time to be unpleasant at all.

It's a pity that if it was really the first time we met 12 years ago, it would be the greatest blessing.

But the many connections between people are destined to be intertwined from birth, lurking under the soil of fate, taking root and sprouting anytime and anywhere.

The two were walking in the corridor of the hospital, Zhou Yu'an's heart was still trembling for the sound of the piano just now, he asked: "Does the old man in the ward like the piano very much?"

"He is my master." Zhong Fuchu replied.

Lu Lingjiu is the president of Wenhua City Guqin Association. His grandson Lu Yan was in the same school as Zhong Fuchu. Unfortunately, Lu Yan has no interest in guqin. After Lu Lingjiu found Zhong Fuchu at the school's art performance, he took the initiative Take him as an apprentice.

master?Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up, and he looked at the tall doctor beside him, dressed in tall white clothes, with a guqin on his back, the indifference that had intimidated him in the past seemed to have turned into the wind under the pine and the snow on the cypress, Lingling Qingqing, indescribable.

"Doctor Zhong, can you teach me how to play the piano?" Zhou Yu'an's mind became hot, and he regretted it after saying it. Zhong Fuchu is so busy, he must not have time to teach him.

Zhong Fuchu really showed hesitation, and said ambiguously: "You should get well first."

Zhou Yu'an let out a listless oh, he knew it.

Seeing him unhappy at first, Zhong Fu paused, and said again: "When you recover from illness, if you have time, I can teach you."

Although it was still ambiguous, Zhou Yu'an became happy, and the previous loss was gone.

He followed Zhong Fuchu and asked questions, like a bird chasing people, until finally Zhong Fuchu turned around and pressed his shoulder, saying:

"I don't have time now, can you go back to the ward by yourself?"

"Ah, yes." Zhou Yu'an obediently agreed, but just as she was about to leave, she saw a woman in front of her shouting, "Fu Chu."

It was the woman from last time.

Zhong Fuchu turned around, and Chen Mufei walked towards him with a grateful face: "Thanks to you, my father has already turned around. Just now Director Shao went to see him and said that he will study the operation plan soon."

She took another step closer, her eyes were slightly red and she said, "Fuchu, I really don't know how to thank you, if it wasn't for you..."

"You don't need to thank me, I'll go check on Uncle's situation first." After Zhong Fuchu finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Yu'an who was in a daze, and frowned slightly: "Why don't you go back?"

Zhou Yu'an became angry for no reason, widened his eyes and said, "I'm not as busy as you, I can do whatever I want!" After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Chen Mufei was stunned, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Fuchu looked at Zhou Yu'an's angry back, and said helplessly, "It's just a little temper."