Number one!Sankeng school belle is not white moonlight

"The party is about to start! Let's get ready!"

When Su Xiang entered the door, he found that there were already many people in the lounge who were putting on make-up and changing costumes.

So, Su Xiang couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Strange, isn't this the VIP lounge? Why are there so many people here?"

"Oh! Isn't this the vice president of the Sinology Society? Are you here to supervise the work?" The cheerful girl in light yellow Hanfu greeted Su Xiang.

Su Xiang smiled heartily, "That's not it, I just came to inform you that the party is about to start, so hurry up. Ah yes, Shuang Shuang's long jacket today is very beautiful! It is very rich and suitable for you!"

Seemingly surprised that Su Xiang knew his name, Qiu Shuangshuang was taken aback for a moment, and then said with some difficulty, "Is that so, thank you."

"..." Gu Yunche stood up without saying a word, as if deliberately avoiding Su Xiang's gaze towards her.

Because it was almost time to enter the arena, Su Xiang seemed a little anxious, so he didn't notice the subtle changes in Gu Yunche's mood.

She just took Gu Yunche's sapphire sleeve and said as she walked, "Let's go, let's go, the party is about to start, we still have an opening speech to say!"

Gu Yunche didn't answer, but suddenly remembered Qiu Shuangshuang's light yellow Hanfu, so he asked Su Xiang, "Why do you think her long coat looks good?"

Su Xiang thought that her sister Gu was jealous, and immediately explained, "No matter how good-looking she is, she is not as good-looking as you, don't worry."

Gu Yunche shook his head, "...No, I want to ask what do you think looks good about her Hanfu? For example, the color scheme or the pattern?"

Su Xiang's expression was as usual, but he rarely said shyly, "I, I don't know how to match colors... so most of the time when I buy Hanfu, I buy a whole set. If you insist on something that looks good, then, let's let it be the pattern... ..."

"Is that so..." Gu Yunche murmured.

Yes, if you buy a whole set, you really don’t need to do color matching yourself.Because the whole set of color matching will be the best match most of the time, and it will rarely step on thunder.

Su Xiang observed Gu Yunche's expression, and said cautiously, "...I was really just boasting casually just now, and I didn't think her Ming system must be so good-looking."

Gu Yunche still couldn't believe it, so he deliberately said, "I think her long coat doesn't match the horse face a little bit."

Su Xiang suddenly became excited, "Oh! When did you become so interested in Hanfu? Do you want to get involved? In fact, I still have a lot of Hanfu that are brand new, and I can just wear them for you hehe..."

Gu Yunche opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but felt that he no longer needed to prove anything.

In fact, Gu Yunche has always been a little puzzled. Su Xiang, who looks very lively, cheerful and positive, when they first met, how could he choose to walk on the railway track of the train that was about to pass, and how could he choose to commit suicide by lying on the track? ?

Very simple, the most direct possibility is that she didn't notice the flashing red warning light at that time.

Just like when I asked her "didn't you see the warning lights", Su Xiang just avoided her gaze and answered in silence.

It turns out, it turns out...

It turns out that Su Xiang is not a god from the sky, but the same as himself, just a child who wants to be blessed because of misfortune.

If all of this is true, then I, who has long been overwhelmed with self-care, can still...

It wasn't until that moment that Gu Yunche realized that the two of them had never been as nice as "Lonely Planet". They were just two tiny specks of dust, and no one could get close to, touch, or save anyone.

Even just looking at each other exhausted the shortest distance in this life.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Su Xiang tilted his head in doubt, looked at Gu Yunche's slightly frowning long eyebrows, and asked with some concern.

Gu Yunche shook his head, forced a smile, "...it's nothing."

Su Xiang thought it was because Gu Yunche was afraid of speaking in front of many people, so she seemed a little anxious, so he comforted her and said, "Don't force yourself too much. It doesn't matter if you really don't want to give a speech, I just talk to the host. .”

"But if that's the case, they won't be able to see the pretty sister hehe. But that's fine too, so the pretty sister is just me..."

Gu Yunche felt that Su Xiang's voice gradually drifted away from him, into the solid ice that he never dared to touch again, and the hollow and numb voice constantly echoed from the depths of the solid ice.

Gu Yunche's mind was in a state of confusion, it felt like there were many fine currents coiled in her heart, making her at a loss, making her frightened and panicked but unable to avoid it.

Until the head is broken, or until death.

Only then did Gu Yunche suddenly realize that since that afternoon two years ago, the grandfather clock in her parents' room has been hidden somewhere deep in her heart, and it has never left, let alone stopped.

One, two.

Tick, tick.

"Be a good boy, Yun Che."

In my impression, this is the sentence my mother said to her the most.

"Yun Che, this world is full of suffering. The biggest mistake in my life was bringing you into this world."

——It was my mother's voice.

"Then, what about... brother?" the girl asked.

"He's a genius and he's going to be fine."

— It was my father's voice.

"So...will I become a burden?" the girl asked softly.

"Yun Che, come with Mom and Dad, stay away from the suffering here, and go to a sunny place full of birdsong and flowers."

—It was their voices.

"Why...? I'm clearly not a burden..." Only the girl's silent defense remained.

"Yun Che, be obedient."

——It was my mother's voice.

"Son, because you don't..."

Father's voice grew further and further away.

The pills in my father's hand became more and more blurred.

Those pills are like candies in a sugar bowl, dyed in colorful colors, like a soft green meadow, dotted with unknown colored flowers.

...will it be as sweet as sugar?She doesn't like bitter things.

Will it be as warm as the sun?She hates cold and dark places.

"Sister Gu? Yunche? Gu Yunche?"

Someone is calling her...don't say any more.

Pills... Medicine jars... Where did my mother hide...

Whether it is divine punishment or divine punishment, no matter what the reason is.

After all, if you continue to live as a burden, you will only bring suffering and misfortune to those around you, and you should only be condemned and obey the result.

Please, no matter who it is, don't see me.

Please, whoever... don't give me hope.

The sun is shining... the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant...

If I knew that my parents could see more clearly than me, I should be obedient and be a... good boy.

Su Xiang pulled up Gu Yunche's sleeve.

"Shall we go to the waiting room? We should be here soon. When we were arranging the program, I deliberately put us in the front! This way we don't have to worry about being nervous when we go on stage later."

Be a good boy, Yun Che.

Gu Yunche nodded slightly, "Okay."

Su Xiang asked again with concern, "What's the matter with you? It seems that your complexion is not very good. Could it be the bardo in the synagogue...?"

Gu Yunche just shook his head and said softly, "It's okay, I'm fine."

The host's deafening announcer sounded on the stage, and for a moment Gu Yunche seemed to have returned to many sleepless rainstorm nights, with thunder roaring, rain and electricity intertwined.

Gu Yunche's eyes followed the light and landed on the spotlight in the center of the stage.

Her eyes drifted to the quietly sleeping piano under the lamp, and the mournful sound of the wind and rain reminded her of her childhood memories in a daze.

"Oh, your son's piano is grade ten! So good!" The woman's voice was harsh.

The woman smiled slightly and said triumphantly, "No, it's not as good as you said. It's just Olympiad, mental arithmetic, piano, violin, eloquence, English calligraphy, oil painting and sketching. I just won all the national awards that can be won."

"Oh, I really don't know how you all educate your children. The children you teach are better than the other." The woman sighed and asked again, "Where is your daughter? Is this just after the exam?"

The woman's complexion changed, "...just took her to try."

The woman seemed to smell some exciting signal, and continued to ask, "How is it? The grades are not bad, right? My son is so smart, and my daughter will definitely be good."

"My daughter, no, no..." The woman seemed to rack her brains for a long time, but she couldn't think of a specialty to praise Gu Yunche, so she could only say embarrassingly, "Study should be good, right?"

"That's it, I can barely keep up." The woman's voice was full of helplessness.

Gu Yunche took the woman's hand, listened to their conversation in silence, and buried his little head even lower.

When she was on the stage just now, she was too nervous, so she couldn’t remember how she played the piece at all, but when she bowed and left the stage, she vaguely heard other children say that she played "Children's Dance" like playing cotton , It turned out to be true.

"Yun Che, be a good boy." After the woman chattered away, the woman squatted down and patted her on the head with a tired face.

"Be a good boy." Gu Yunche repeated her words again.

again and again.

"Then Gu Yunche, the president of the Guqin Society, and Su Xiang, the vice president of the Sinology Society, will bring us the Guqin song "Guanshanyue" from 'Between the Boundless Clouds'! Applause is welcome!"

"It's about time." Su Xiang said softly, and gave Gu Yunche an encouraging thumbs up.

For a moment, the applause was like thunder, the lights were like lightning, and the mood was like a torrential rain, which exactly corresponded to the ear-piercing, dazzling, heartache that Gu Yunche felt at this time, tossing and turning in front of every window of white light like daylight, clinging to her heart for a long time, It made her unable to calm down, let alone think.

What lingers in my mind is the figure of my mother, and all her expectations, all her disappointments, all her whispers, all her wishes...

All in every thunder, every flash of lightning, every time I woke up, tears flowed down to the pillow until it was washed and buried by the rain.

Even the phrase "Be a good boy" has gradually changed from an expectation to a curse.

Even I have worked very hard, trying to make the phrase "study should be good" that my aunt said to me, become my specialty, practice the piano that I don't like, and work hard...to become a good boy.

"Be obedient. No matter how hard you try, you can't be a good boy."

"If you force it, it will only increase the 'suffering'. Luck is not far away from you, just because it has never been."

"So, only go with us..."

Gu Yunche's mother's words kept ringing in Gu Yunche's ears. At this time, she was sitting in front of the piano, watching the colorful strings flowing under the lamp, and in a daze, she returned to the seventh-grade piano exam many years ago-"Children's Dance".

As long as she finishes this scene well, even just once, she may be able to...be a "good boy" in the mother's mouth.

The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Tens of thousands of miles of long wind blows Yumen Pass.

Han went down Baideng Road and looked at Qinghai Bay.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

……

The sound of the piano is melodious, like weeping and complaining, long-sleeved and good at dancing, dancing in the wind and snow, one piano and one dance complement each other.

In the midst of the graceful music and light dance steps, the lights suddenly went out on the "battle field", and everyone on and off the stage fell into a dead darkness.

Appears to be out of power.

In the darkness of the entire venue, there were voices of doubt, screams, fear, and roars... It was noisy, like a storm and thunderstorm.

No matter how tens of thousands of miles the long wind in "Guan Shanyue" has traveled, Gu Yunche just sat quietly on the piano bench, not saying a word, just playing, just playing, just to fulfill his long-cherished wish, to fulfill himself .

Even if the sound of the piano is weak without the loudspeaker, even if you can hardly see your own strings in the dark.So, Gu Yunche simply closed his eyes, stroked the strings with his heart, and listened to the sound with his hands.

However, in this darkness, in addition to the increasingly violent storm, there was also a soft voice, which found its position accurately from far to near, and then gently clung to its ears.

She said, "Gu Yunche? Sister Gu..."

"Gu Yunche, are you listening?"

"Gu Yunche, taking advantage of the darkness, I want to tell you that I like you. So no matter what, I will be with you."