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Then he noticed Fang Nan's meaningful gaze.

Bi Ziyun's chopsticks were still hanging in the air: "Ah, this is—"

Hui Hui was lying in front of the table, tilting her head and looking at the two people with a strange atmosphere behind her: "Brother Giraffe feeds me big fish, and Brother Xiaoyun feeds Brother Giraffe small fish!"

"I'm warning you little bastard, don't talk nonsense to me—"

Bi Ziyun put down his chopsticks, and reached out to scratch Huihui's itchy flesh.Huihui screamed, and quickly broke free from Fang Nan's arms, then let go of her feet and started running in the box.

He stood up, pretending to go up to chase Huihui, Huihui quickly hid behind his mother, smiled and exposed half of his head from behind the seat, and immediately made a face at Bi Ziyun: "Brother Giraffe feed me fish, If you don’t feed brother Xiaoyun, brother Xiaoyun will be angry!”

Seeing that Bi Ziyun rolled up her sleeves, Su Lijuan quickly said, "Okay, okay, don't tease your cousin anymore, sit back and eat."

Bi Ziyun sat back on her seat angrily, and gestured to Huihui to wipe her neck.

He picked up the chopsticks and poked the fish in the bowl viciously: "The brat is really annoying."

Fang Nan noticed that Bi Ziyun's ears were red.

The group of people came out of the villa after dinner, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After getting into the car, Aunt Li turned her head towards the two people in the back seat: "Xiao Yun, where does your classmate live? Let's drive him off first."

If it was in the past, Su Lijuan's hospitable temperament would have called Fang Nan to stay at home tonight, but today she didn't say anything.

Bi Ziyun glanced at his mother, and said to Aunt Li in front of her, "Fang Nan lives in the school dormitory, just send him to the school gate, please trouble Auntie."

When the Porsche stopped at the gate of Gunan School, Huihui finally fell asleep exhausted from playing.Fang Nan gently put her back on the safety seat, said goodbye to the two parents, got up and opened the car door.

After Fang Nan got off the car, Bi Ziyun also got out of the car.

Bi Ziyun put his hands into the pockets of his down jacket, and jumped on the spot twice: "What the hell is this weather, I'm freezing to death..."

Looking at Bi Ziyun whose nose was flushed by the cold wind, Fang Nan picked up his schoolbag: "Then, see you next semester?"

He thought about it in his heart, and added: "Come on for the violin competition."

Hearing what Fang Nan said, Bi Ziyun suddenly remembered what to say to Fang Nan: "By the way, you promise me something."

"Two days before my official competition, the results of the final exam should come out." Bi Ziyun said to him, "When you see my results, no matter whether they are good or bad, don't tell me right away, or I can't concentrate on the game at all. When I finish the competition, I will ask you, and you can send me a text message to tell me."

Fang Nan stared at Bi Ziyun's collar for a long time, then said, "Okay."

On such a cold day, Bi Ziyun pulled the zipper of his school uniform down so low, he deserved his feet jumping in the cold.

Just when Bi Ziyun opened the door of the Porsche and was about to get back into the car, Fang Nan suddenly called out behind him: "Bi Ziyun."

"Huh?" Bi Ziyun turned to look at him.

"Will you come to the Gu Nan University Festival before school starts?" Fang Nan asked him.

The Gunan University Festival is also known as the Culture Day of Gunan Famous Schools. Every year, the school organizes former Gunan students who are already in university, and asks them to come back to school to set up a stall for a day, and by the way, do publicity and consultation for the students.

"Okay, okay, I've heard of this before when I was in No. [-] Middle School." Hearing what Fang Nan said, Bi Ziyun suddenly became interested, "Then let's start school—no, see you at the University Festival!"

"Yes." Fang Nan said, "I'll wait for you."

Bi Ziyun did the last big question wrong in the final exam this time, and it is very likely that he failed the math exam again.I don't know if Bi Ziyun can continue to stay in the class with Bi Ziyun's grades.

He wanted to tell Bi Ziyun just now that no matter what happened next semester, no matter what his test scores were, he would help him until he returned to Class [-].

But Bi Ziyun told him that he didn't want to know the test results.

The following University Festival may be a good opportunity.

He didn't need to ask directly, and he didn't need to quarrel with Bi Ziyun, he could know which school Bi Ziyun wanted to go to.

Besides Bi Ziyun, there are five other middle school students from different cities and counties who will represent the province to Xiamen to participate in the national violin competition.

After the long final exam, Bi Ziyun and five others arrived in the provincial capital to start the last five days of devil training.

The six contestants were all guided by the violin teacher of the Provincial Symphony Orchestra. This teacher is very strict in teaching violin, and several contestants were a little afraid of him during training.

After listening to Ziyun's first rehearsal, the violin teacher sat in the audience and shook his head at Bi Ziyun on the stage: "Bi Ziyun, you still haven't found the right feeling for this piece."

"In terms of technology, you are one of the best among you." The teacher said, "But in terms of dedication, the others are better than you."

"The emotions contained in this song are very rich and full, but your performance is just purely showing off your skills, which will give people a relatively thin feeling. Bi Ziyun, tell me that you think this song wants to express a kind of What kind of emotion?"

Bi Ziyun put down the bow, bowed his head and pondered for a moment: "There are many variations of this piece, and different emotional expressions are expressed at different stages. It feels that some places are high and some places are low, just like Bach's life——"

"Okay." The violin teacher said.

The teacher turned off all the lights in the concert hall, leaving only a spotlight on the stage shining directly on Bi Ziyun.

He stood in the dark backstage and looked at Bi Ziyun who was standing in the middle of the stage: "Close your eyes and listen to me carefully."

Bi Ziyun raised the handle of the piano and slowly closed his eyes.

"Play the first part first, and end with the fifteenth variation."

Bi Ziyun took a deep breath and started the first part of the variation.

"Before this piece was composed, the love of Bach's life, his wife, unfortunately passed away." The teacher said in a low voice in Bi Ziyun's ear, "At this stage, he was very sad, very sad, and even felt Heart-piercing pain."

"Okay, you can move on to the second part."

The rhythm of the music began to gradually speed up, slowly entering a wider range of sounds.

"This part is his memory." The violin teacher said, "He recalled the good old days, so the rhythm began to become cheerful."

"But is he really happy? No, no. In his heart, how happy he was in the past, how lonely and sad he is now."

When Bi Ziyun drew the whole song to the end, the violin teacher suddenly said: "Stop."

He came out from the backstage and stood opposite Bi Ziyun: "That's what I said, you didn't put yourself in the shoes of Bach to understand the source of inspiration for this piece, so you couldn't pull out the soul of this piece."

"Let's stop here today, next classmate." The violin teacher said, "Bi Ziyun, after you go back tonight, think about it in your heart. In your life, what things you encounter will make you feel Very sad, so sad that even if you think of the slightest happiness in the past, you will feel sad. Bring this feeling into your performance, I believe you will have a qualitative improvement."

Back at the hotel where he stayed temporarily for the past few days, Bi Ziyun took out his piano from the piano case and opened the window in the room.

The cold winter wind brushed against his cheeks, and his left hand holding the strings shook slightly, but he still couldn't make the first syllable.

His life has been smooth so far, except that sometimes he doesn't do well in exams and quarrels with his parents. It seems that he hasn't encountered anything that makes him particularly sad.

How can those minor illnesses and pains in daily life compare to Bach's sadness?It was the unforgettable pain of losing his wife, which tormented the heart of this great music craftsman day and night.

So far, all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys he can experience seem to be related to one person.

If he saw Fang Nan with a girl, would he feel sad?

No, he just gets angry.

If Fang Nan married a girl in the future, would he feel sad?

No, he would only feel sincere anger and unwillingness, and would most likely punch Fang Nan in the face.

If Fang Nan said, Bi Ziyun, let's be friends, would he feel sad?

No, he would feel lost, his whole mood would drop to the bottom, to the point where if it really happened, he would lose even the strength of his anger.

Mom's best friend in the dorm room in college, after graduating from college, they gradually stopped contacting each other.Not to mention her classmates in high school, I'm afraid she can't remember the names of a few of them now.

What he was most afraid of was that Fang Nan and himself would be like two vertically intersecting lines. After a brief intersection, they went their separate ways from then on.

Goodbye.

Even though I have had many unforgettable memories with you, even if your heart beats for me, even if your eyes have never been far away, goodbye.

This is such a hopeful but sad word. People always say goodbye over and over again, but they know in their hearts that they may never see each other again.

Bi Ziyun put the bow on the string, and the image of Fang Nan standing at a fork in the road emerged in his mind.

Snowflakes fell all over his shoulders, Fang Nan turned his back to him, stretched out his hand and waved, then walked forward, never to return.

Just thinking of this, he suddenly felt