living in the pocket of a nemesis

After learning about this, Ye Tang looked even better than An Qiao had imagined.

She originally thought that Ye Tang would either keep asking questions, or simply go out to find Fu Linfeng to find out now. After all, it would not be like now, sitting on the sofa with his knees hugged silently, without saying a word.

She looked at it for a while, and was about to ask her aunt at home to cook a bowl of sweet soup, but Ye Tang interrupted her as soon as she opened her mouth.

"No need for mom." He still maintained the posture just now, but his eyes finally became more vivid, "I want to go back to practice the piano."

An Qiao stood where he was, and heard him say, "I'm fine, I just want to go back and play a new song."

She remembered the name of the song, and didn't look back: "Okay, be careful on the road."

"Remember not to stay up too late, go to bed early." She instructed.

"it is good."

Ye Tang finally stood up, his hair was a little messed up, but his expression didn't change: "I see."

The location here is half a city away from where Ye Tang usually lives. Ye Tang began to look out of the window after getting in the car.

Now happens to be the busiest time in the city, with heavy traffic and crowds.

In these years, he has always been reluctant to recall the past, and shrunk as if evading, as if it would be easier.

It's just that five years is too long, and he met Fu Linfeng again after returning to China, so he had to admit that some things... were not like that.

Fu Linfeng extinguished his hopes on his 14th birthday, but he still refused to give up.

Is it because Fu Linfeng is under too much pressure to study?It shouldn't be, he is always at the top of the school, and it seems effortless.

Could it be that he was in a bad mood that day?

That's okay, Ye Tang thought, he wouldn't care about one or two conflicts at all.

After all, the other party is a genius that even his teacher recognizes.

From that day on, he was very good, and he didn't look for Fu Linfeng for a month.

It's just that he didn't expect that Fu Linfeng found him first.

That day he went out to eat with An Qiao, and when he came back, he found Fu Linfeng at the door of his house, waiting quietly for an unknown how long.

"Xiao Fu?" An Qiao said in surprise, "Why don't you say a word when you're here, come in quickly..."

"I won't go in, Aunt An." He stood up straight, with no expression on his face, but his slightly clenched fists revealed the fact that he was not so calm.

"From now on..." His voice was calm and did not tremble, but he paused for a moment in the middle of speaking, "I won't come to practice piano with Ye Tang."

"You can find another partner, besides, I can't help him at his current level."

In fact, as early as two years ago, An Qiao and her husband did not regard Fu Linfeng as a formal training partner, but as their son's best friend—after all, they had never seen Ye Tang so clingy to someone, and there were so many others. Can't say enough.

They were actually grateful to Fu Linfeng in their hearts.

"Okay." An Qiao is an adult after all. Looking at him, he didn't ask any more questions, but tentatively said, "If you need any help, you can tell us."

"...Well." Fu Linfeng lowered his head, "It's nothing."

It's just that when Ye Tang heard this, his whole face of anticipation froze in an instant.

Young people have never been able to manage their emotions. That day was the first time he had a heated argument with Fu Linfeng in front of An Qiao.

Even talking about arguing is a bit inappropriate—after all, he thinks about it now, it was basically his own unilateral request, retention, and then gradually turned into anger because of his inability to do anything.

After that, the two had no contact for a long time, until Fu Linfeng finished his college entrance examination, and Ye Tang started trying to find him again.

It's unbelievable to think about it now, but at that time he was obsessed with his obsession and just wanted to catch him, no matter what.

What follows is tedious and pointless business.

Ye Tang even accepted this result for a while - Fu Linfeng can go to university to study hard. Anyway, it is a university in this city. As long as the time is arranged reasonably, he can practice every day, and he can also compete with himself, or together... …

It's just that when he tried to find Fu Linfeng again with the information, the other party didn't even look at the entry form, and turned around and refused.

His movements are not large, but every frame makes Ye Tang feel cold——

Fu Linfeng lowered his eyes and pinched the thin paper with his photo printed on it, and said in a tone of no joy or anger, "I've said it before, I won't continue. Don't even... sign up for me."

"Let's just try, okay? Can you accompany me again?" Ye Tang almost begged him while grabbing his clothes, "It's still the same as before, I play Liszt, you play Chopin, together, we together— —”

"Ye Tang." Fu Linfeng called his name, and then sighed lightly.

"We're different," he said.

His tone was very calm, Ye Tang looked at him blankly, and for the first time felt that he was really far behind Fu Linfeng.

Now he looks very mature, so mature that he almost feels strange.

But no.

No, it shouldn't be.

Ye Tang finally couldn't help it. He hugged Fu Linfeng's neck recklessly, buried his head on his shoulder, and cried loudly without image.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands trembled, timidly tried to respond, and patted him on the back lightly.

Ye Tang couldn't stop crying: "Why? Why?"

What's the problem?

Fu Linfeng is such a good person, I can help him with anything he needs, and I can accompany him in any difficulties, as long as he is with me, as long as he is with me...

"Ye Tang." Fu Linfeng spoke again, and it was also the last time in Ye Tang's memory that he spoke to him in such a complicated tone.

Obviously it should be gentle, but he only felt sad.

"The world is not what you think it is."

He said.

When Ye Tang finally finished crying, Fu Linfeng's expression completely changed in the past few minutes, and he became silent again, but that helplessness was nowhere to be found.

"Go back," he said, "don't come to me again."

"You don't miss it at all?"

"In the end, I'm just a partner." His tone sounded almost cruel, "It's been so long, there's no need to look for me again."

"you--"

Swish twice.

Fu Linfeng pinched the registration form and tore it up in front of him expressionlessly.

He threw away the waste paper with his back to Ye Tang, his silent back was like a mountain range standing silently in the dark night.

All of Ye Tang's emotions were completely ignited with his current actions.

This nearly a year of retention, the previous efforts...

It fell lightly into the trash can.

"By the way." Fu Linfeng turned his back to him, his voice could be called indifferent, "I've already paid Aunt An for the piano, but it's useless for the present—"

"Aren't you even willing to stay with Qin?" Ye Tanghong yelled at him with eyes wide open.

"It's not necessary," he said.

Ye Tang gasped for breath and looked up at him, but the other party completely changed his appearance, the hand on his back before was like an unreal dream.

But in his own eyes, there is only the indifference of the other party.

"Then since you said you won't need it... since you said you'll give it to me..." Ye Tang's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth, "Then I don't want it too often!"

"En." Fu Linfeng's voice was very light, "It's up to you."

"Fu Linfeng," Ye Tang was trembling all over, "I don't want your piano, I just want your words."

"Give me a word. Now that you are like this, is it your final decision?" He almost couldn't stand up, and said in a threatening tone, "As long as you say yes, what's the use of keeping it?"

"Fu Linfeng, you have the ability to turn around and watch me speak."

He knew he was intensifying the conflict, but he couldn't control it at all.

Until Fu Linfeng really followed his words and turned around, his eyes were full of strange emotions that he had never seen before.

"Yes."

This was the last sentence Fu Linfeng said to Ye Tang five years ago.

Then there was a loud burst of venting anger, accompanied by the roar of broken keys.

Ye Tang was pulled back to God by the vibration of the phone.

It is difficult for him to actively recall this memory, he just feels a little powerless at the moment.

An Qiao's words were still in his ears, Ye Tang covered his face and thought.

What did I do at that time...

The caller was Professor Hayden, who presumably saw his homework and came to give feedback.

His teacher sounded very excited: "Ye, Chris is very satisfied with your new song. I saw it too, and I have to say, I think this is definitely the perfect song among all the songs you have written .”

Being praised so much, Ye Tang couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and subconsciously defended himself; "No, some chords and details in the middle... were completed by me and a friend."

"Is it the friend you talked about before?" Hayden asked without turning around at all.

Ye Tang didn't expect Hayden to ask right away, and wondered how he could guess so accurately: "Yes."

"Ye," he heard Hayden's cheerful voice, "is this friend still like what you said?"

"He's no longer engaged in music, but he..." Ye Tang unconsciously lowered his voice, "He's still very good."

From the moment he pressed the first key, he was the same as before.

"Do you still remember what I told you before?" Hayden's tone was very gentle, with a smile, "Have you heard him play?"

"Yes, Professor."

"You are naturally different now than you were back then. You told me at the time that you thought he just had his own understanding of music... But you are different now, and everything about him is still full of praise in front of me. Do you think, Is he just mechanically interpreting the marks on the score?"

"what……"

Before finishing the second half of the sentence, Ye Tang suddenly understood the meaning of Hayden's words.

"I..." He was at a loss for words, and he didn't even have time to respond to Hayden.

There was no other sound in his ears.

He could only recall that day—no, not just that day.

After I came back, Fu Linfeng played Beethoven's pathetic second movement for the first time, like the beginning of a new story.

He has no intention of directing himself, but silently composes his emotions.

Until he heard that dream of love.

Ye Tang can be emotionally dull.

But no matter how slow he was, when Hayden casually mentioned it, the fog that covered his eyes seemed to dissipate.

Because as long as he thinks about it again, he can't ignore the tenderness that belongs to the other party and is poured into the sound of the piano——

Like a poem woven of silence, as soft as a dream.