The moon in full bloom

Was it blown up...?

Du Tangtang's eyes darkened, but Mu Yi was not particularly sad, or rather, her emotions were carefully hidden in her arrogance.

It may be that I just ate curry rice, my stomach is full and my mind is empty. Mu Yi's words began to come out of his mouth without passing through his brain, "The day I was 16 years old..."

12 years ago.

Mu Yi has just turned sixteen and is already a graduate of the University of Washington. She is wearing a loose academic gown and is taking graduation photos. The teacher in charge of photography even greets her: "Mu, look at the camera and smile."

"I think just graduating from college is not something to be happy about, so don't waste time on pointless facial muscle movements."

She was still small at that time, as if all the nutrients had been absorbed by the brain, her ponytail was neatly tied, revealing a broad and full forehead, standing in a group of classmates with an average age of [-], she looked out of place.

Arrogance is Mu Yi's consistent attitude. She is not very popular, but she doesn't need meaningless interpersonal communication.

After taking graduation photos, Mu Yi walked to the edge of the campus alone, not because she didn't want to go home, but because her parents were doing research in a laboratory of the school.

Mu Yi’s toys since he was a child are all kinds of strange reagents, and the enlightenment books are also books on chemical reactions and biological structures.

In the eyes of others, she is definitely a weirdo, a wonderful flower, but it doesn't matter.

Nobody's opinion matters.

"Take the graduation photos and photos back, maybe they will be happier..." Mu Yi thought as he walked, the hem of his bachelor's uniform dangling.

If anyone's opinion mattered, it was her parents.

Mu Yi's father is a well-respected scientist who studies biochemistry, and his mother is his assistant. They are both husband and wife and colleagues.From Mu Yi's point of view, boring research topics did not make their lives dull. The father was refined and the mother was gentle. The family of three always had a gentle atmosphere.

When she was very young, whenever she cried, her parents would take turns playing the piano to comfort her.

Only recently, the atmosphere at home has been a bit serious.

Mu Yi is not a sensitive person, and it can be seen from the eye contact between his parents that they are in trouble.

What is the trouble?After graduation, if you continue to study, you should have the opportunity to apply to enter the research institute where your parents are and work with them.

I don't know if the graduation certificate can make them happy?

Mu Yi cared about her parents' opinion. Thinking of this, she walked faster, and the research institute hidden by green trees soon appeared in front of her eyes.

A building that shines silver and white, just like the transparency and clearness in her heart at this time.

After walking a few more steps, Mu Yi suddenly realized that the building was too bright!

"boom!"

There was a loud explosion, accompanied by scorching air waves!

Mu Yi stared blankly at the small building that had been burnt black by the blast, but he didn't realize it for a while, and then he lowered his head stiffly after a long time.

When it exploded just now, a small object shot out and hit her forehead. Because the speed was too fast, there was a burning pain on her forehead, which should be blue.

And the thing that hit her fell to her feet, and then rolled away.

Mu Yi knew what it was.

Her mother doesn't like jewelry, but she has a pearl necklace that she wears all year round, which is said to be a gift from her father.

Now the necklace has fallen apart, leaving only one bead, which was ejected from a violent explosion not long ago and hit her in the head.

……

After Mu Yi finished speaking very calmly, he subconsciously reached out and touched the pearl earring on his right ear, "I picked up the remaining pearl and made it into an earring."

Du Tangtang felt sad when he heard that.

It turned out that it wasn't what she thought at first, Mu Yi was so sloppy that he always forgot to wear the other earring, but there was no other earring at all.

The other pearls, like Mu Yi's mother, were blown to pieces, only this one survived.

16 years old, still a minor in China, what is it like to witness your parents die in front of you?

The more introverted a person is, the deeper his emotions will be.Du Tangtang stammered and said, "Well, what then?"

How did you live in those later days?

"Then?" Mu Yi doesn't like this kind of unclear definition. "Then" can be the next day, or it can be many years. Then there were the forklifts, because the explosion was so violent that everything was destroyed, and the bodies were hard to identify, so they were…recycled with the construction waste.”

Du Tangtang's hands trembled.

What made her even more sad was Mu Yi's nonchalant attitude when talking about the past, as if he was talking about the news he saw on TV one day, which had nothing to do with her anyway.

"Then about your parents' funeral..." Du Tangtang asked again, his face full of unbearable.Having said that, when I entered Mu Yi's bedroom today, I had seen the whole house. I didn't see any black and white portraits, only a group photo on the piano.

Could it be that Mu Yi has become so nervous that he hangs the photos of his parents in the laboratory, letting them watch him work?

"Are you talking about graves? No." Mu Yi didn't quite understand the meaning of funeral affairs in China, so he answered after thinking for a while, "I only went to China once in several years, and I went back to their hometown to have a look. I know the Chinese I am used to worshiping my ancestors, if you need it, go to the garbage incineration station in the suburbs of Washington."

"Uh, no, we in China generally only worship our own ancestors..." Du Tangtang shook his head, giving up the plan of consolation.

Mu Yi doesn't seem to need comfort at all, and it's hard for her to come up with something to comfort her, so forget it, when Mu Yi is not at home, she can just put a stick of incense on the group photo of her uncle and aunt.

Thanks to the great wonderful flower they educated, the people of the world have several more good medicines for curing diseases and wounds.

She got close to Mu Yi for no reason, and was about to find a place to sit down, when Mu Yi said coldly: "You will bring at least [-] million harmful bacteria to my room, and you can disinfect yourself before entering the room next time." Is it poison?"

"..."

It's really mud that can't support the wall, and Mu Yi can't change his bad temper. Du Tangtang quickly changed his view of her and rolled his eyes.

After this little episode, Mu Yi started playing the piano again. Du Tangtang couldn't listen to it any longer. He bowed slightly to the group photo and walked out of Mu Yi's bedroom. powerful".

Before she could finish typing the words, the phone rang like a death call.Du Tangtang didn't respond at first, but it took a while to understand: "This is the ringtone of the fixed line at home."

This call has never been made, and ashes fell on the coffee table in the living room, she hurried to the source of the sound, but Mu Yi took a step faster, grabbed ahead of her, and answered the phone.

Judging by her tense expression and tone of conversation, she should know the person over there, and the situation is serious.

who is it?

Without saying a few words, Mu Yi hung up the phone, walked up to her and said, "Take me to Beeton Company."

If she had to go out during the rest time, something big must have happened.But the other bodyguards of the Du family upstairs did not come out, and the two who guarded the door of the laboratory also had no news, so it was not a violent incident, and there might be something wrong with Mu Yi's experiment.

Du Tangtang nodded, changed his shoes and got the keys, Mu Yi also finished tidying up, and followed her out the door.

Because he was in a hurry, Du Tangtang's speed increased a lot, but Mu Yi still felt that it was slow, so he couldn't help urging him again and again.

"I think it's slow, I'll open the window, and you fly over by yourself." Du Tangtang stepped on the brakes, protected the steering wheel, and waited quietly for the red light to end.

While waiting for the traffic light at that crossroad, Mu Yi was so impatient that he stretched out his hand from the back seat to press her knee, forcing her to step on the gas pedal.The traffic police were watching, it wasn't her who got caught in an emotional accident!

Mu Yi pursed his mouth, looked angry, and choked out a sentence for a while: "Do you think I can't fly?"

"What do you mean?" The implication is that this doctor's hand can turn into a propeller to take off, and he also got a flight certificate?

"Hmph, I won't tell you." Mu Yi glared at her, as if he couldn't stay still, he reached out to pick the dark pattern on the leather seat of the driver's seat.

The car stopped at the entrance of Beaton Medical Center. Although Mu Yi was impatient, he waited for Du Tangtang to get out of the car first and opened the door for himself before running into the company.

The flat shoes thumped, and Du Tangtang followed her closely. He didn't turn back to the car until Mu Yi passed through the hall and walked into the elevator.

"That's right." A moment before the elevator closed, Mu Yi stuck out half of his head and called out to her, "Today I will be busy until very late, so I don't have to pick it up on time in the afternoon, wait for my call!"

Du Tangtang nodded.

The days with Mu Yi are between "it's too troublesome to have her" and "too lonely without her". When Du Tangtang is left alone, she just nestles on the sofa and watches TV, occupying the normal place that belongs to Mu Yi. middle position.

The TV programs she can understand are limited, and she can't access many video websites in China, so she soon becomes bored.

It might as well be interesting to quarrel with Mu Yi, since the other party won't hold grudges anyway.

Du Tangtang was lying on the soft sofa with his arms under his head, swinging his legs rhythmically. After a while, he suddenly found a very suitable thing to pass the time.

——Being idle is idle, why not fix Mu Yi's broken piano.

She doesn't understand music, but her ears are very sharp, and she can accurately distinguish the similarity between two sounds.Du Tangtang downloaded a piece of correct piano pronunciation to his mobile phone, and tiptoed into Mu Yi's bedroom—of course, she didn't disinfect herself.

After pressing the rusty keys one by one and comparing them with the standard tones, Du Tangtang found that the difficulty of repairing this piano was not ordinary. At least to her ears, none of the tones were accurate!

After thinking about it, she thought it would be better to find someone to repair it, so she took a few close-up photos of the piano, opened the piano cover and took a few photos inside, and went straight to Chinatown.

This is a good place, the language is the same, and the things are complete.

Du Tangtang strolled for a long time, and finally found an old-looking musical instrument repair shop. The masters inside were over fifty years old, and there was a sense of history from the inside to the outside.

It's the same virtue as Mu Yi's broken piano.

"Excuse me, can you repair the piano?" Du Tangtang stepped forward and asked the old man who was tuning the violin.

The old master's face was wrinkled, and there were wrinkles on the wrinkles. His skin was dry, but his eyes were bright. He asked her, "Did you bring the Qin?"

"Piano, how can I bring it?"

"If you don't bring it, you won't be able to see it." The master waved his hand.

Hearing this, Du Tangtang pulled out a few photos from his mobile phone and showed him, "There are pictures, can you take a look at them?"

The old master groped for his eyes, put them on the bridge of his nose, looked at the photos one by one, and shook his head: "Your piano was at least two or thirty years ago. It can't be repaired, it can't be repaired."

The piano has been taken over by Mu Yi for more than ten years, plus I heard that she bought the piano when her parents got married, so it happened to be this year.

"The straps, hammers, dampers, everything that can be broken... I guess, the reeds are all rusted." The master craftsman said that he couldn't take the job, "Your violin is suitable for a museum. Go to the exhibition, don't even think about playing it."

Du Tangtang still did not give up: "Can't you really cultivate?"

If Mu Yi's parents' piano can be repaired, maybe she can become more normal, at least she won't suffer from her ears when she plays on a whim in the future.

"Whoever likes to repair it can do it." The old master has a temper, thinking that Du Tangtang deliberately found a broken thing to punish him, and waved his hand to drive away the guests.

Du Tangtang squeezed his fists, feeling that being violent in a foreign country is not good, so he snorted coldly and went out arrogantly.

Whoever loves to cultivate should cultivate, right? She will cultivate by herself!