On weekends, I listen to music discs at home, daydreaming, and a piano solo by a Korean genius.
Every note in every song seemed to be infused with the player's emotion of quietly closing his eyes and placing his fingers on the keys. The sound of the piano was like flowing clouds and running water. Her favorite tears were extremely focused and quiet, like a feather brushing past and gently touching her heart.
She didn't know what the song said, or what she felt. She only knew that the music was like an invisible hand, reaching across time and space to build a faint bridge of induction with her soul, filling her from the lungs to her chest with its delicate melancholy, sighs, tears, and despair.
I have read these lines of Byron's poem countless times in a book by a female writer:
If I meet you again,
After many years,
How can I greet you
Only silence and tears.
As she listened to this song of tears over and over again, tenderness came.
After opening the door, she said nothing and lay back on the sofa lazily and without any emotion.
Wenrou kicked off her shoes, slumped in the single seat and sighed, "Now I finally understand that doing business is even harder than speculating in stocks."
She raised her eyes and asked, "What business do you do?"
She smiled gently, "Nothing much, just following others to the docks and seeing the world."
She stopped talking.
Wenrou then realized that something was wrong with her. "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why do you look so pale? Even your eyes are blue."
She smiled and said, "You really care about me."
Wenrou was startled and sat up straight. "What's wrong? Why are you angry for no reason? How did I offend you?"
After a moment of silence, she whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Even if I was wrong to leave you in the restaurant last time, you didn't end up living on the streets."
She turned her head slowly. "I'm not—living on the streets?"
"Isn't it? That day I wanted to tell you that the key to your house was with Zhan Nanxian. Weren't you with him at the time? But you hung up before I could even finish my words—"
She jumped up from her seat and almost shouted, "What did you say?!"
Wen Rou was shocked by her reaction, and she said helplessly, "You hung up on me, and when I called back, it was Zhan Nanxian who answered. I asked him to send you back, but he didn't?"
Wen Nuan's words were trembling and unclear. "When did you come back?"
"What happened last night? What happened?"
She stuffed her clenched fist tightly into her mouth. She received the key a week ago, after Zhan Nanxian sent her back to the company and left again.
He grabbed Wenrou's bag, pulled her wrist and dragged her to the door. After pushing her out, he slapped the bag into her arms. Facing her with a look of astonishment and confusion, Wenrou spoke with resentment for the first time in 25 years, "I never want to see you again, really."
After saying that, he slammed the door in her face.
Wenrou was stunned, and it took her a long time to take out her cell phone and call Zhan Nanxian.
The phone rang ten times and then automatically disconnected after no one answered. She went downstairs stupidly. Her shocked mind was still confused as to what was going on. After driving out, she drove straight to Luoyan Road with her hands on her own.