I am in a hurry with you. Shiying said, "I know what you're thinking about studying abroad again. Save it, I won't go abroad. After I graduate, I'll find a job in a local orchestra, and I won't leave S city even if I die." "
Cen Fei looked into his eyes, confirmed that his resolute attitude was not throwing a temper tantrum, and knew that he should not interfere any more. He sighed almost inaudibly: "You two brothers are exactly the same when you are stubborn."
"..." Shi Ying looked up at the photos on the wall and stopped talking.
The room fell into silence for a while, except for the hoarse cicadas chirping outside the window, with some sadness... Cen Fei suddenly realized that the hot weather was just a hoax, trying to prolong the summer infinitely, as if time had never passed.
But actually, it's autumn now.
"Where is Xiaoguang buried? I want to go and see him." Cen Fei was the first to break the silence.
Shi Ying's hands holding the piano box tightened, and he turned his face away and replied, "It's thrown into the sea."
"..." Cen Fei choked, and after thinking about it, there was nothing to blame. The two brothers were in financial difficulties, maybe they couldn't afford the cemetery, or it was Xiaoguang's own intention.
"Hey, Cen Fei, I'm serious, it's all over." Shi Ying pointed to the photo on the wall, "Don't keep looking at this, find a place to put it away. It's time to put it down and look forward."
Cen Fei smiled again, turned his face to look at him tenderly: "I understand, thank you."
Shiying snorted, and put on an expression of "None of my business" again.
"Hey, excuse me." Wei Dacheng knocked on the door of the lounge at this time, poked his dark head in, "Cen Fei, the things are here, where do you put them?"
Cen Fei let out an "oh" and quickly stood up: "Move in, just put it here."
When Shiying became curious, the indifferent expression of "None of my business" immediately couldn't hold back.
He stretched his neck and saw the courier-like man moving a few boxes into the room, and he felt a "thud" in his heart. Before Cen Fei and Wei Dacheng unpacked the packages, he had already guessed what they were—lift chairs, music scores stand, and a brand new cello.
08.
Shi Ying sat on the chair with Xinqin in his arms, bowed the piano, and Gao Zhu's heart defenses collapsed in an instant, which was more vulnerable than tofu dregs.
The cello just let out a simple whisper, but Shi Ying was so excited that goose bumps appeared all over his body, he bit his lip, and his body trembled slightly.
"Do you like it?" Cen Fei asked, "Time is tight, and I don't know what I can give you. I dare not say that this piano is the best, but it should be okay."
"..." Shi Ying raised his head and took a deep look at Cen Fei, thinking that this is not only okay, it couldn't be better!
If a craftsman wants to be good at his work, he must first sharpen his instrument. Who doesn't like a good piano to learn instrumental music
Limited by economic conditions, Shiying has been only able to practice the piano with the basics. It must be a lie to say that he is not envious or eager.
He has only seen two top-notch violins up close so far. One is the tutor's private collection. He once borrowed it for three days during the grade performance. During those three days, he practiced almost non-stop, When I returned it, I was heartbroken as if I had lost my love. The other is the "first place" portable piano. Shiying often thinks jealously: If I have such a good piano, I can also be the first place.
And now the piano in his hand is even better than those two.
"It's expensive, right? You must have been slaughtered. Rich people are fools." Shiying didn't know how soft his gaze had become, but he still insisted on spitting out Cen Fei.
"I bought it from a knowledgeable friend, and they won't kill me." Cen Fei leaned on the back of the sofa and made a gesture of invitation.
Shi Ying stopped talking, lowered his head and adjusted the sound, tried to climb a few scales, and then a melodious and sad waltz came out. Cen Fei had heard this piece before, it was the famous Shostakovich Waltz No. 2.
It is indeed a good piano, Cen Fei thought, and the piano player is also a good piano player.
He doesn't think he understands music, but the touch of the soul is always intuitive.
Something was scratching his chest lightly, tickling and slightly painful, and every pore was trembling slightly.
The sun shines in from the window, and the fine dust flutters along with the vibration of the strings, floating up and down.
For the first time, Cen Fei knew that Shiying would also bow his head. His gaze was calm and slightly downward, as if he was looking at the right hand holding the bow, or at some unknown distance.
During the performance, Shi Ying became another person, quiet, steady, and immortal, indeed a handsome man.
Cen Fei realized that he had made a mistake. He liked to label people too much. This kind of understanding was too superficial and one-sided.
Time that is as gentle as water, and time that is as violent as fire, is this really the case
How can Shiying, who can play such delicate music, be as rough and irritable as his daily speech
And is the time when you like weird modern art really as obedient, gentle and peaceful as it seems on the surface
As for myself... Have I really become the kind of shrewd, cautious and cautious businessman I thought I was
Cen Fei's thoughts fluctuated with Shiying's swaying piano bow, seeing it suddenly sinking slightly and leaving the strings, it was the end of the song.
"Alas..." Shi Ying sighed contentedly and melancholy, raised his head to look at Cen Fei, his eyes were burning, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Cen Fei shook his head, withdrew his countless thoughts, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Shiying didn't speak, took a deep breath, and the bow touched the strings again.
This time it was a fast-paced tango dance music. Along with the performance, Shi Ying's head shook slightly with the rhythm, and the bangs on his forehead were gently stroked. The flying dust stirred up in the air is spinning more and more cheerfully, sometimes high and sometimes low, like an elf made up of musical notes.
Cen Fei moved his fingers lightly, and suddenly wanted to dance along, but found that there was no one in his arms to hug.
He suddenly felt sad and sad, and lamented that the beautiful scenery is fleeting, and all wealth, status, happiness, love and desire are not long-lasting.
They are like the music in the ears, they will always stop abruptly at a certain time, and then everything will be lonely. Yes, only loneliness is eternal in this world.
Cen Fei suddenly greedily wanted to seize this moment, just like when he encountered amazing wonders during his journey, he was eager to record the beauty in front of him to comfort the years of loneliness.
And he did.
"Kacha" a shutter sounded, and a long ending sound changed because of this, only heard a strange "crack", Shi Ying raised his head in shock: "What are you doing?!"
"Take a photo." Cen Fei smiled, still holding the camera in his hand, "Artist, you are not paying attention, please continue."
Shi Ying was stunned for a moment, remembering that Wei Dacheng had said "Cen Fei only took pictures of the scene but not people", gritted his teeth, and put down the piano.
"Why don't you continue?" Cen Fei put down the camera, clicked on the screen preview to check it, and handed it to Shiying, "It's pretty, isn't it?"
Shi Ying glanced at the screen, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't know what to say anymore.
It's really good-looking, so that it doesn't look like himself, but more like a hazy shadow that was imagined and formed by love.
"I'm not my brother." Shi Ying said.
Cen Fei was taken aback, then smiled: "Of course I know. I'm not drunk now, so I can't make a mistake."
Shi Ying didn't speak any more, but just lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes, so that Cen Fei didn't know what he was thinking, only saw him leave his seat, put the piano in the piano case and stood up. The corner, then sat back on the sofa again, hugged his old piano tightly, raised his head and asked, "When can I eat?"
Cen Fei was taken aback by his series of actions: "What? Don't you like it?"
"It's too expensive, I can't afford it." Shi Ying pretended to be embarrassed, "I still like the old piano, I miss the old one."
"I said it's not expensive."
"What about coaxing fools? I won't be able to figure out whether it's expensive or not?" After Shi Ying finished speaking, he felt that his attitude was a little bad. After all, Cen Fei had good intentions. I can’t explain it to my classmates when I go back to school, so I can’t say that I was taken care of by a rich woman, right? Besides... besides, this piano was given by my brother, so I can’t bear to throw it away.”
Hearing this, Cen Fei nodded, "It makes sense. In this case, let's put this violin here. You can use this place as a practice room in the future, come and play the violin whenever you have time. You can also... accompany me."
Shi Ying whistled exaggeratedly: "Wow, is Boss Cen very lonely? Do you need to chat with me?"
"I've always been lonely." Cen Fei smiled, "I need music to heal me."
After lunch, Shiying, who had no class in the afternoon, played the piano for four hours in the studio.
Cen Fei didn't go back to the company either. He turned on the computer to deal with work for a while, then simply threw the computer away, and lay on the sofa to listen to the piano quietly.
He didn't look at the photos on the wall, nor did he look at Time Shadow, but just stared at the ceiling in a daze, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.
After that, he fell asleep in a daze, and had a dream. In the dream, he embraced a soft and thin body, sometimes dancing waltz, sometimes dancing tango, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
When Cen Fei woke up, the twilight had already penetrated the window. He sat up in a daze, and at some point covered his suit jacket.
"When did Shiying leave?" Cen Fei asked Fang Xiaoya when he went downstairs.
"It's been more than half an hour since he left. He said you were asleep and asked me not to disturb you."
"What about the big city?"
"I went out to shoot the location, but I haven't come back yet. Is there something wrong, Mr. Cen?"
"Well, there is one thing." Cen Fei thought for a while