living in the pocket of a nemesis

"Ye?" Probably because he was silent for too long, the other end of the phone called him.

"I'm here, Professor." Ye Tang spoke again, only to realize that his voice had become hoarse.

Unprecedented complex emotions surged in his chest belatedly, and he couldn't find an outlet for a while, and Hayden's voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle. Ye Tang couldn't hold back for a moment, and continued: "He... really There is no mechanical interpretation according to the score."

"He plays very well. Whether it was in the past or now, I think so." Ye Tang gripped the phone tightly, "But, professor. I lied to you back then."

"At that time...he was no longer my friend." Ye Tang gritted his teeth, every time he said a word, he felt like he was on the verge of delay, forcing him to recall every detail of the year, and every sentence he said now seems to be correct. At that time, Fu Linfeng was bloody.

I said to Fu Linfeng why we should give up our ideals.

But he didn't try to empathize with his thoughts, even if he thought a little more.

He took it for granted that we can solve any problems together.I will help you.

But he never considered that the natural gap between the two is too big, and what he said easily is another kind of shackles for him.

He even used words to stimulate Fu Linfeng, saying whether he dared not participate, whether he was discouraged, and won't dare to move forward after winning an award.

He said that he was very disappointed with Fu Linfeng, and he couldn't accept that he gave up his talent that was different from ordinary people, and he couldn't forgive him for saying "then it's better not to contact me anymore"...

I dare not recall the strange look in his eyes at that time.

But Ye Tang always forgot that, for example, music cannot be soaring to the sky with talent alone, and other things cannot be completely smoothed out with talent alone.

He buried his head in his knees, took a deep breath, trembling uncontrollably as before.

What did he do...

In the tone of a savior, he said that he would help him solve everything. Perhaps his tone at that time even contained unconscious pity or charity.

But maybe after saying those words to himself, Fu Linfeng turned around and faced his unreasonable and hysterical relatives... How did he carry it?

When Fu Linfeng was struggling so painfully, not only did he not get close to him, but he cut him with the sharpest words, like a vexatious, cruel lunatic——

It was he who pushed him away with his own hands.

The music slowly flowing in the car is still the previous nocturne.

This is Chopin's most well-known nocturne, a romantic rondo style. Rubinstein plays it lyrically and softly, but he only feels that the melody that hits his ears is like a sigh, an accompaniment to his confession.

He struggled to tell Hayden what happened back then.

"I regret it, I regret it..." He scratched his hair impatiently. The air conditioner in the car made his whole body icy cold, but he didn't even dare to find Fu Linfeng immediately, but found someone with this suit. People who have nothing to do with it, talk cowardly.

"I forced him to be on my side, to be with me, and I thought it was a charity that I didn't care that he was better than me, but I never gave him a choice, not at all."

It took five years for me to understand.

Even when he first returned home, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

The first thing Fu Linfeng said to him was: "Ye Tang, is the world still what you think it is?"

Thinking about it now, maybe it's not just about the world I saw when I was young, or...the world I imagined back then.

He bossed him around and asked him to help, and even quarreled with him because of this. Fu Linfeng looked at him and sighed, but finally agreed.

He never rejected himself.

Even if I have done such an excessive thing, I will still take him out, prepare a lot of things for him, and will look for him very anxiously after finding something wrong.

Ye Tang thought desperately for the third time, what did he do.

"Sorry, professor," he tried to calm down, "I can't control my emotions at once, I'm sorry for telling you so much."

He knew that the teacher had a good temper, but he still worried that the other party would get bored after saying this all of a sudden.

The other party just smiled gently.

"It doesn't matter. Ye, you have mentioned him so many times in front of me, and you have never told me about it," the voice at the other end earnestly said, "It means that you still don't want to completely disconnect from him, does it?"

Ye Tang was silent for a moment: "...Yes."

He just didn't know how to proceed.

In the year when he won the award, he looked at the crowd of people in the audience feeling a little sad, desperately looking for something, but he knew that only professionals could enter the palace, and that person could not appear here.

Will he know the result?

When will you know that you have won an award?

Will he recall anything?

Or...after that breakup, I no longer care about these things.

In fact, looking back now, I actually started to regret it at that time.

It's just that I couldn't even figure out my true thoughts for a while, and because I was young and arrogant, I didn't want to bow my head. I didn't expect another three years to pass.

Now he doesn't even dare to guess how Fu Linfeng got here in those three years.

Hayden was still talking on the phone.

"So, do you think he's changed? Over the years."

Changed a lot, more mature, smarter, from reticent to more social, cracked jokes on himself, bought him a bunch of weird gadgets and watched him mess around.

"No." Ye Tang was so firm for the first time today, "He still... hasn't changed."

"That's right, Yeh," said Hayden, "I believe you haven't changed from his point of view."

"Don't be too guilty, and don't think too much." He said slowly, "At least with you, music is not a result, but a medium."

He didn't speak fast, but he pronounced the words cleanly, and said to Ye Tang clearly: "Because you can still touch the soul through music."

Ye Tang suddenly fell silent.

Just like the wrong note he played that day when his mind was disturbed, this sentence also fell like a hammer without lightness or weight, but it still made him feel trembling.

Ye Tang played the piano all night.

Except for the necessary etude, he didn't touch other pieces of music, but kept repeating the piece he had just finished.

Memories of the past finally no longer need to be hidden. Ye Tang has long memorized the details of the music score, tirelessly over and over again, from simple practice to deduction, from deduction to unscrupulous pouring of emotions... until all ten fingers are in the music. When he was hot, he stopped heartily.

It was midnight.

But he didn't feel tired at all, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to fall asleep quickly now.

He's still excited.

So excited... I want to tell the other party the name of this piece, or simply play it to him myself.

Thinking of this, he looked for his phone as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It has been a long time since he got home, and the sound of the piano covered the ringtone. Only now did he find that there were two missed calls and a WeChat message on his phone.

They all came from Fu Linfeng.

The time was several hours ago, the two calls were made almost consecutively, and the message was half an hour after I didn't answer the call.

The content is very simple - I have an appointment with the hotel I mentioned last time, are you free tomorrow?

Ye Tang typed quickly: Yes.

After a while without replying, Ye Tang thought about Fu Linfeng's routine, and he probably fell asleep by now.

What I said to Hayden in the evening resurfaced in my mind.

So he became contradictory. While feeling so guilty that he even wanted to avoid Fu Linfeng, he comforted himself that the other party must understand him.

Now is a great opportunity.

At three o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.

Fu Linfeng is asleep now, and when he sees the message, maybe he is sleeping again.

The advantage of not having to communicate directly is that it allows him to take the opportunity to say what he wants to say boldly.

Ye Tang took a deep breath.

His heart was beating faster than ever, and his fingertips were still burning with the melody, and he input the next words not so smoothly.

——By the way, my teachers like the song very much, and I signed your name.

——I have practiced the song and named it.

—Is there a chance that I will play it for you?

After sending these three sentences, Ye Tang seemed to have completed some important mission, and put the phone back on the bed cautiously, planning to take a shower to calm down before going back to sleep.

But something unexpected happened.

The phone vibrated, and a message came from someone who could not have responded within this time period.

Only a very simple word.

--it is good.

It was also at this time that Ye Tang hadn't recovered from the one-word reply, and the phone rang again.

He connected it almost mechanically, and heard the unreal voice of the other party being treated by electric current——

"I'm downstairs at your house, Ye Tang."

"I heard everything you played."