Han Zhan didn't know that Song Ci still had such a glorious past. Although Han Zhan doesn't know the rhythm, he also knows how high Shen Yubei's status is in the music art circle. "Shen Yubei is very famous, I know him. Godmother Rongrong once worked with Teacher Shen Yubei, and I was lucky enough to meet him once."
As Shen Yubei's disciple, Song Ci must be very good too.
Han Zhan had seen Song Ci play the violin at her birthday charity dinner. Song Ci, who plays the violin, has an indescribable charm about her.
Han Zhan had a question in his mind. He asked Song Ci: "You who like the violin so much, why did you become a pilot in the end?"
Song Ci was very guilty. She lowered her head, looked at her hands, and said in a low voice: "When I was fourteen, my parents and my sister accompanied me to the National Youth Violin Finals. Let's go, plan to travel in Bijiang City for a few days."
"Unexpectedly, we encountered an earthquake"
Song Ci's face turned pale when he thought of that dark time. "After the earthquake, I had a serious mental disorder. I didn't dare to touch the violin anymore. As soon as I touched the bow, I thought of my bloody parents and my unconscious sister. My hands would tremble, no I can't play the violin anymore."
Han Zhan didn't expect that there was such a dark past hidden behind Song Ci's abandonment of the violin.
He held Song Ci's hands, and the right hand with severed fingers covered the back of Song Ci's white hand, which was a bit ugly. But at this moment, no one dislikes it. Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What is it that made you cheer up?"
Song Ci laughed embarrassedly, and she said: "In my last life, after I divorced Cheng Ziang, I received psychological treatment for a period of time, and gradually got better." It was a blessing in disguise.
Han Zhan frowned when he heard the name of Cheng Ziang's grandson. He ignored the boredom in his heart, and asked Song Ci again: "What made you want to be a pilot?"
Song Ci's eyes lit up with admiration. She raised her head slightly and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you before that I have a crush."
Han Zhan nodded silently, looking at her with strange eyes.
Song Ci carefully coveted Han Zhan, and was relieved to see that Han Zhan didn't mind talking about his crush. Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Actually, my crush is a People's Liberation Army."
Han Zhan: "Is that so?"
Song Ci: "He saved me and gave me a second life, he is my hero."
"Are you a hero?" Han Zhan repeated the word, feeling indescribably complicated.
Song Ci nodded sharply, "Well, it's my hero, the real hero." Song Ci pressed his chest, breathing became lighter, "After the earthquake, I was trapped in the ruins for two days, it was the People's Liberation Army My brother found me. But the god of luck did not favor us, and before he rescued me, the aftershock occurred, and a dangerous building next to us collapsed, crushing me and him."
"And in order to protect me, he directly blocked me with his flesh and blood."
"During the few days when I was suppressed, he was the one who kept talking to me. He told me about his mother, his grandfather, and his dream." Song Ci shook her head and smiled. She said, "Actually, I I didn’t even see what he looked like. In that situation, everyone was ashamed. It’s strange to see what he looks like. But I just like him, he is very warm, and he can sing to me, even though it’s terrible.”
Han Zhan was silent for a while, and before Song Ci was about to speak again, Han Zhan asked her suddenly: "He sings hard?"
"Well, I've never seen someone so tone-deaf, and none of them sang the right tune." Even though he was the brother he had a crush on, Song Ci didn't show mercy when he complained about him.
Han Zhan's face turned dark. "It's impossible to sing a sentence wrong."
Song Ci: "What did I lie to you for? You're really tone deaf."
Han Zhan simply stopped talking.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why are you silent all of a sudden? Are you jealous?"
Han Zhan shook his head with complicated emotions, "No."
"Then why don't you talk?"
Han Zhan stepped over this topic and asked her again: "Then what does this have to do with you being a pilot?"
Song Ci nuzzled and said: "My brother in the PLA told me that he thinks female soldiers who fly planes are the most attractive. He said that his mother used to be a female pilot who flew fighter jets. Then I like him. I can't be the most charming. woman?"
Han Zhan was a little surprised, "Just for this?"
"Yeah." Song Ci is actually very simple, but also very rough and brainless. After she found that she could no longer play the violin, she made it her goal to become a female pilot.
Unfortunately, she was injured by the earthquake and had a long scar on her waist. In the end, she was rejected during the interview. The next best thing she could do was to fly a civil aviation plane.
Han Zhan stroked her hair and told her, "If the brother of the People's Liberation Army knows that there is a little girl who works so hard for his words, he will be very pleased."
Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Really?"
"real."
Satisfied, Song Ci fell on the pillow and said, "Let's go to Austria for our honeymoon, Brother Han, you can accompany me to the Golden Hall to watch the show, okay?"
"good."
This night, the newlyweds were talking about their honeymoon arrangements. The girl who is near the end of her life is deeply trapped in the guilt for her father and the longing for living. The man who is afraid of the dark and dare not sleep is still working late at night on the filming set.
In a certain corner of the city, on a spacious big bed, a sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes that had been closed for eight years!
Dim light entered Song Fei's eyes.
She gradually opened her eyes, and after fully adapting to the brightness, she then looked at the environment she was in.
It was dark all around, but the vague outlines of some furniture could be seen clearly in the darkness.
Song Fei was confused, where is this
But soon Song Fei calmed down. She tried to stand up, but her body, which had been inactive for many years, was weak and limp, and she couldn't even do the movement of standing up.
After lying quietly for a while, Song Fei propped up her hands again, gritted her teeth and sat up. She slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed and stepped on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up, but failed the first time, failed again the second time, and fell to the ground with a plop when she stood up the third time.
After struggling on the ground for a long time, Song Fei finally stood up while supporting the bedside table. With a malnourished body, her legs trembled when she stood up. She took the first step tremblingly, stood in place for a while, and then took the second step.
Snapped!
She turned on the light.
The glare of the light penetrated into the eyes, and Song Fei closed them abruptly. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the room she was in with calm eyes similar to Song Ci's but with an indifferent expression.
(end of this chapter)