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When he returned to his seat, Jiang Lin'an's face was livid, and the music on the stage was loud, but he didn't hear a single note, and the uneasiness amplified a lot with Han Yongbai.

He carefully thought about whether Han Yongbai would really talk to Xiao Zhou, and what to do if he did.

Qiu Minglang sat next to him, not daring to breathe out, Zuo Yang on the other side kept poking his arm.

"What!" he asked in a low voice.

"Ask," Zuo Yang stretched out his chin and pointed at Jiang Lin'an, "Did anything happen just now?"

Qiu Minglang waved him away and looked at Jiang Lin'an. His expression was so cold that the weather outside was even freezing, so he didn't dare to ask. He turned his head and said: "You go, you go, I don't have the courage , you and Brother An are at the same table and roommates, he knows his temper well, you go."

"If I'm really sure I asked that nonsense just now?" Zuo Yang sat upright anxiously, watching the performance on the stage, but he couldn't listen to it. He felt uncomfortable, really worried that he had done something bad just now, " You have been with Mr. Jiang for so long, you should know his temper, they were going to have a real fight just now, why haven't you sent a message to scold me yet?"

Qiu Minglang stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Yeah, I haven't sent you a message until now, maybe they talked well?"

Zuo Yang rolled his eyes at him, "Look at Brother An's expression, he seems to have a good conversation? I think it's because the land can't be collapsed anymore. I thought that Brother An was in a bad mood today, but now I'm still being treated like this by me." If it gets messed up, now it's like eating shit?"

"Then I don't know." Based on his understanding of Jiang Zhou, Qiu Minglang felt that the talk was about to collapse. Jiang Zhou must have called and cursed directly, and he would not even send a message. It was calm, everyone said the calm before the storm, he suddenly figured it out, and gave Zuo Yang a sympathetic look, hesitating to speak.

Zuo Yang felt terrified when he saw him, and grinned his teeth and said: "Please, if you have anything to say, just say it, Mr. Jiang really troubles me, so he won't kill me, why bother?"

"I think... Well, you should run quickly later." Qiu Minglang suggested sincerely.

The music on the stage stopped slowly, Jiang Linan still lowered his head, his eyes were empty, he didn't know what he was thinking or what he should be thinking, and nothing could pull him out of this deep mental state .

Apart from.

The classmate who announced the curtain on the stage seemed to pronounce Jiang Zhou's name, which echoed in the concert hall again and again, and finally got into Jiang Lin'an's ears. He was awakened suddenly, and suddenly raised his head.

On the stage, the yellowish light shone on Jiang Zhou, Jiang Linan almost stood up, his hands were pinched on the armrest, trembling faintly.He hadn't seen him for a long time, but he felt like it had been a long time. The person on the stage smiled very standard.

The smile was far-fetched, not like a smile from the heart, he bowed, and then sat down in front of the grand piano.

Jiang Linan didn't know piano well, but he could feel good or bad. Compared with the piano at home, this piano was really far away. The piano Xiaozhou played before was so good that he could feel the subtle differences. Feel uncomfortable, let alone so much worse.

On the piano, he was such a picky person, that he would endure it for so long, Jiang Linan felt uncomfortable again.

Jiang Linan couldn't remember how long it had been since he heard him play the piano. The last time, the last time seemed to be at home, the night before he left home.Jiang Zhou played the piano all night in the living room, and the melodious sound of the piano seemed to be trying to persuade him to stay.

Jiang Linan hid in the room without moving a step. He locked all the unsightly things in his room, the video of Xiao Zhou playing the piano every time, the photos of Xiao Zhou, and the gifts Xiao Zhou gave him, all in one go. Opened the cabinet and threw away the key, as if never wanting to open it again.

He didn't take anything about Xiaozhou with him afterwards.

To be honest, at that time he had made up his mind whether to love her or not, and he had to listen to his mother and give Zhou Zhou to his younger sister.

Thinking about it now, that idea was really disgusting and stupid.

He was stupid because he didn't know the saying that love has distance to produce beauty. After he left, he realized that he really couldn't see Xiao Zhou, and the panic in his heart invaded his nights and dreams time and time again.

He remembered that Xiaozhou had told him that what he was going to play was the wild bee, but he didn't hear the exciting melody, only heard a familiar and simple tune, but he forgot what it was called, only felt familiar, like heard it there.Then I felt that every key of his was playing on my heart, as if I was talking about something, but I couldn't understand it, and I only felt that the uneasiness in my heart swelled into sadness.

He on stage is not an angel at all, Jiang Linan felt at this moment that Xiao Zhou is a devil playing angel music, the devil knows the most greedy desire in your heart, and the angel knows how to judge you.

Jiang Linan grabbed the seat for a while, but didn't find what he was looking for, only an umbrella.

Qiu Minglang and Zuo Yang didn't listen to the piano playing on the stage. Seeing his reaction, they thought something happened and hurriedly asked, "Brother An, what are you looking for?"

"The program list..." Jiang Linan murmured, and searched for a while, but still couldn't find it. Old Dai sent it before, everyone should have one, but he couldn't find it, "Your program list, bring Yet?"

When he said this, he didn't seem to be asking, but more like begging, and he must get it.

Qiu Minglang also looked for it, but he still couldn't find it. In the end, Zuo Yang borrowed one from a classmate in the back row.

Jiang Lin'an hastily thanked him, unfolded the playlist that had been folded twice, and searched for Jiang Zhou's name on it, which was the second last.

"Canon"

He is the only one sitting on such a big stage. Here, he is the radiant person. All eyes are attracted by him, and everyone's ears are caught by his notes. He is so far away, yet So near, no one will make a sound to dirty his music, his harp is the most holy.

It was as if everyone had disappeared, no audience, no spotlights, just him and his violin.

"The song I will play when I confess." Jiang Linan suddenly remembered this sentence. When Xiao Zhou first came here, he didn't bring anything with him. On the first day he went out to practice the piano, he brought back the score.

He rested his head on Jiang Lin'an's lap, pointed to the Canon and said this sentence, "It symbolizes the love that two people live and die together, and will never change until death."

What did you say?It seems that he didn't say anything, as he always does, he doesn't say anything.

So, he's going to confess today?

Jiang Lin'an clearly had a name in his heart.

It's not a lottery, it's not that you don't know what's written underneath after you peel off the lead layer, but you know what's written under it, but you dare not scratch it off.

Trembling, he handed back the playbill to Qiu Minglang.

Unswerving love until death, but I dare not even say it, how can I remain unswerving until death.

"Brother An, are you alright?" Qiu Minglang asked worriedly, the piano sound on the stage was coming to an end.

Jiang Linan was listening attentively, listening to what words were hidden under each note, he scratched off two, and then dared not continue.

"I'm fine." He waved his hand, telling Qiu Minglang and the others to leave him alone, but with this appearance, there was no need for anyone to care about him.

There was applause all around, and some people couldn't help discussing in a low voice.

"I can't do it, I can't, Zhou Bao is so handsome, let me sleep for one night, just one night!"

"Why is it over! I'm so reluctant, Zhou Bao just plays one more song!"

"He's going to play the next one. Look at the playlist, he's going to play the last one."

"I can do it again!"

Yes, Xiaozhou still has a show.

An idea suddenly popped into Jiang Lin'an's mind, why don't you go, just go like this.

He was sure that he had heard this piece of music before. The night before he left, Xiao Zhou played it many times in the living room. Even though he couldn't remember the melody clearly, it seemed to be engraved in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. .

Jiang Linan seemed to be able to see Xiaozhou's last note falling on his fingertips. He looked good in a tuxedo, so Jiang Linan couldn't move his eyes.Xiaozhou seldom wears it like this. If there is a chance, I want to watch it again, and watch it many times.

The stool was moved back, Jiang Zhou faced the audience and bowed gracefully, which was his exit.

Xiao Zhou wanted to be on the last show, he would never leave, he likes to show off so much, how could he not go.

Jiang Lin'an was looking for an excuse for himself, but the excuse was presented immediately.

The mobile phone in the bag vibrated, and he didn't know whether he was depressed or happy, but he got up at the sixth vibration.

"Brother An, where are you going? It will start soon." Qiu Minglang stopped him.

Jiang Linan raised the mobile phone in his hand and shook it. The phone number was displayed on it, and motioned for him to answer the phone.

But how many phone calls in this world are more important than listening to Xiao Zhou playing the piano?

Holding his mobile phone, he walked out of the concert hall with heavy steps.

There was a patter of rain outside, and it was completely dark, only the street lamps and car lights were on, and there were couples laughing and passing by holding an umbrella on the road.He leaned against the wall tiredly, looking at the missed call on his mobile phone, feeling very uncomfortable.

He always felt that the humidity outside also bothered him, and he didn't like humidity.

The phone call came again, Jiang Linan sighed, looked at the dark and wet road, and raised the phone to his ear.

"Hello, is that Brother An? I'm Yu Xuan."

"Sister Tong's shop was smashed. I don't know where she is. There's no one around here. Do you want to come and have a look?"

"There seems to be blood on the ground, I'm a little worried."

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"Xiaozhou, why are you standing still, go up." Han Yongbai urged him, the last program was very important, and the piano was not needed, but at Han Yongbai's suggestion, he was added in.

Jiang Zhou always felt uneasy. He looked at Han Yongbai, stretched out his hand and pinched the three letters on the inside of the cuff, "Did you see my brother before?"

Han Yongbai froze for a moment, then smiled at him and said, "I said a few words, what's the matter?"

"Are you very intimate?"

Han Yongbai didn't explain, "Whatever you want to understand, I don't care."

It was raining outside, and Jiang Zhou could hear the sound of rain outside while standing by the window.

He frowned, lowered his head and said, "I'm not going."

This is the show he wants to go to the most. He thinks he is the best and should go to the best show.

"What?" Han Yongbai suspected that he hadn't heard clearly, holding the baton in his hand, and asked, "What are you talking about? It's not like this if you're jealous."

Jiang Zhou was not jealous, he just felt that he should go, and there was a sense of impatience in his heart that pushed him to go quickly, not even a minute or a second later, he raised his head, and asked Han Yongbai very seriously: "Would you like to leave without me?" It doesn't matter, after all..."

"Don't talk about this," Han Yongbai was a little unhappy, "I finally got you in, what are you playing? Just because of me and your brother? Let me tell you the truth, nothing happened to me and your brother just now. There was even a fight, and there was no intimacy at all, are you satisfied?"

Jiang Zhou looked at him silently. Some people around heard them talking, and many of them paused, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

Leaving suddenly would indeed cause trouble for the entire program, and made the school teachers unhappy, and even said that they might not arrange themselves to play in the future.

It should be carefully considered.

But Jiang Zhou didn't think about it, "I won't go. If you have any problems, you can come to me. I will take full responsibility and have no complaints."

Han Yongbai called him from behind, and there was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone who heard him understood what he meant. It was a bit of a joke to repent before the show, but Jiang Zhou pushed the crowd away and walked quickly to the auditorium go.

When he walked into the auditorium, the curtain had already been drawn, and there was no one in front of the piano.

Not only the students were rioting, but the leaders were even more chaotic, asking what was going on, but this show must continue.

"What's going on? Why isn't Zhou Bao here? Is he going to go as promised? What happened?"

"Look, look, there he is!"

Jiang Zhou walked through the narrow aisle and walked towards Jiang Linan's place with big strides, but found that there was no one there.He panicked for a moment, the uneasiness just now didn't come out of thin air.

"Jiang, Mr. Jiang? Why are you here?" Zuo Yang asked stammeringly, his face turned pale, he looked back and forth between the stage and Jiang Zhou, and he was in a daze.

"Let me tell you, I don't want to do this either." Zuo Yang thought he was here to trouble him, and wanted to explain quickly, even reaching out to cover his face.

Jiang Zhou's lingering eyes fell on him, "What do you not want? Where is my brother?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Qiu Minglang thought that Jiang Zhou was wearing a performance costume but did not go up to play the piano. This matter must be a bit big, and wanted to block Zuo Yang, "Mr. Jiang, Brother An is gone, he..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhou seemed to have softened his whole body, leaning on the back of the seat and muttering, "Leave?"

The author has something to say: the chapter that will be updated tomorrow will be hhh in three hours.