my zepple

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On May 2014, [-], the sun did not rise in City C.

Tong Yu was going to Xingxinghai for a day, but when the weather is bad, he always loses interest in everything.He lay numbly in the classroom for a whole day, but Song Rou didn't come to the classroom for several days.

When he was in the studio at night, Tong Mian called him and wished him a happy birthday.

Tong Mian moved to Florence when Tong Yu was 15 years old.

He is in the leather shoe business and usually travels there often.Later he got married there and had a new family.However, Tong Yu was unwilling to go to Italy, so Tong Mian continued to hire an aunt who had been helping at home to take care of Tong Yu's daily necessities.

The studio was opened early in the evening. At that time, the cultural class had just started the second period of evening self-study, and Tong Yu stayed until the end to clean the studio.

He heard the piano on the third floor when he was taking the mop out of the sink outside the building to hang to drain.

On the third floor of the art building, there is a former music classroom, and there are still a few old pianos.Now the music students in No. [-] Middle School study in the classrooms in the experimental teaching building. There are also special soundproof classrooms for instrumental music performance and vocal music.

When Tong Yu looked up, he saw the moon surrounded by light gray clouds and mist, and it seemed to his ears that he could hear the ephemeral tide in the sea of ​​stars behind the mountain, the acacias shaking their ears in the wind, and the entwined anchovy in those small viscous water bodies. , and the soft waves rolled up in the entanglement.

Tong Yu turned off the lights in the studio, and was about to walk along the cobblestone road outside the building to the brightly lit teaching area with his schoolbag.

At that time he heard the cherry flow.

He didn't know why, but by the time he realized it, he was already standing outside the music classroom on the third floor. The classroom opened a window to the corridor, and now the glass slid shut, and the scenery inside could still be seen clearly.

In the whole classroom, only a floor-standing piano light was turned on, and Song Rou sat in front of a black upright piano.

From Tong Yu's point of view, one can clearly see a profile, Song Rou is tall, her back is slightly arched when pressing the keys, her braided hair is loose and damp, and her slender fingers flow lightly on the smooth keyboard.

After Song Rou finished playing the last note of Yingliu, she straightened her back slowly, and looked sideways at Tong Yu outside the window.

"The studio is released?"

Tong Yu stood by the window and nodded.

Song Rou got up from the piano bench and opened the door for him, "Come in?"

Tong Yu looked at him with dark eyes, nodded after two seconds, and then walked towards the door.

After Tong Yu entered the door, his eyes circled around. In the classroom, there were two other low-end electric pianos facing the wall with gray piano cloth.

Song Rou sat back on the piano bench, flipped through the thin sheet music with her fingers, and caught a glimpse of Tong Yu staring at his sheet music out of the corner of her eye.

Song Rou turned to the catalog again, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and asked him, "What do you want to hear?"

Tong Yu's gaze scanned the music score a few more times, then slowly moved back to Song Rou's side face, his pure black eyes were still dull, he pursed his lips, and did not speak for a long time.

"It's okay if it's not classical music."

Tong Yu's eyes moved, and he said dryly, "Romance Dear, is it okay?"

Song Rou frowned, as if thinking about it, "You mean that guitar piece?"

"Is it not possible?" Tong Yu asked quickly.

When Tong Yu looks at people, he always looks straight into the eyes, and his eyes are very evenly darkened. This may be one of the reasons for his weirdness, but Song Rou thinks this is very cute.

"of course can."

Song Rou closed the music score, took back the mobile phone from the top cover of the piano with one hand, clicked on Henle to find the score of Romance and put it on the music stand.

He found a faster version, adjusted the sliding speed and followed the sight-reading. The chords under the left hand were short, and the right hand flexed and stretched, and the combination was not too fast or slow.

Tong Yu took a chair and sat aside, staring at the keys intently.

Song Rou's fingers are very slender, and the knuckles protrude when pressing the keys, which is very skinny.Tong Yu also knew that the keys of the piano were actually very heavy, but Song Rou's fingers flowed on the keys like a stream, as if it was effortless.

The last note is played, the black Converse sneakers are removed from the pedal, and the old piano pedal rebounds with a click.

Song Rou exhaled, exited Henle and turned off the phone. He sat lazily on the piano bench and turned around, gently touching Tong Yu's knee with his knee.

"Why do you want to listen to Romance?"

Song Rou still remembered the last time Ma Yiwei and Tian Youyue came to the music classroom to arrest him, but both of them insisted on pestering him to play the most beautiful piano piece in the world that was recently circulated on the Internet.

But this is indeed the classical music that Tong Yu likes. He had only heard the guitar version of John Williams before, and this is the first time he heard the piano version.

Tong Yu looked at Song Rou's retracted fingers, feeling unsatisfied, and licked his dry lips.

"Because... because of love."

Song Rou smiled, and asked him again: "Then what did you hear?"

Tong Yu thought of that puddle of mud, Tong Mian who suppressed his crying that night, every doctor's compassionate but gradually numb eyes, the olanzapine that made him sleep peacefully was accompanied by a shameful appetite.

Tong Yu raised his head again and looked directly into Song Rou's eyes.

"Love is pain," he said.

Song Rou reminded him: "But romance means romance."

"Romain is Romance,"

Tong Yu blinked slowly, and said in a very stubborn tone, "Romance is the romance of the past."

When Yepes wrote this piece, he must have been under an olive tree remembering someone who had left.

When I first met, my heart was pounding, so my heartstrings were rushing.Love is as intense as fire, so it is clear and melodious.When they parted, they were silent and gradually returned to calm.

Tong Yu came up with another conclusion: "Love is pain."

At that moment Song Rou almost felt that Tong Yu was a philosopher, he rubbed his knuckles, bowed his head and thought for a while.

After a while he said, "Tong Yu,"

"Have you ever loved someone?"

Song Rou raised her eyes when the ending sound fell.

Tong Yu opened his mouth and closed it again, just staring blankly at Song Rou.

"do not know?"

Song Rou's voice was very magnetic, he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, and his face was very close to Tong Yu.

"You haven't loved anyone else yet,"

"No kissing, touching, sharing with each other."

Song Rou looked at his face carefully, it was a face that didn't look very happy, with round black eyes, a sharp nose tip, the corners of the mouth curled down, and the cheeks hung on both sides with moist milk. Fat.

"Maybe love will eventually lead to parting. But love itself is the ultimate romance."

"Even parting is romantic."