In the center of the dance floor, a long skirt of colorful colored glaze hangs down, and a woman who walks out like a picture is standing there quietly. She has never said a word, but quietly tells the countless people in front of her who are excited about her and can’t help herself. People watched, and she didn't have any emotions on her face. She looked at them contentedly, and then sat down slowly, sitting behind the jade-like fingers, her hands were like jade-like fingers on her. When the strings were touched, everyone present seemed to have been numbed with anesthetics, and instantly fell silent.
When Sona is playing the piano, she is absolutely not allowed to make a sound, because even a small noise will defile her music.
No one says that, but everyone does it.
Slender and slender fingers flicked on the strings, and the exciting tune slowly popped up from the top of Kowah. It was just one tone, and everyone was drunk.
The first time An Yang heard Sona's song, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and tears were already streaming down his face the next moment.
What a sad song-why it makes people so sad.
The tune is sad, and the tune is full of desolation. It's not that Sona's tune can calm people's emotions, but why is it heartbreaking sadness in my ears.
When Sona was playing, she stared at everyone present with her unsentimental eye pupils, and found that all of them closed their eyes and looked intoxicated.
Ugh.
Sona let out an inaudible sigh in her heart.
Because she couldn’t speak, Sona couldn’t tell her thoughts since she was a child. If she keeps her thoughts in her heart for a long time, she will get sick. Sona has a heart disease. No matter she is happy or worried, no one can know, so she does. I hide my heartbeat in the sound of the piano, hoping that someone can understand her sorrow every time I play a tune.
Time has passed for so long, except for the intoxication seen on everyone's faces, she can see nothing else.
Many people hailed her as a song fairy, but no matter how gorgeous the song is, it still can't drive the sadness in her heart.
"Plap!" Suddenly, a string in Sona's hand broke.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Everyone opened their eyes and looked at Sona curiously, asking her why the song suddenly stopped.
Sona stared blankly at the crowd, a man closed his eyes and his face was full of tears.
He read my sadness!
He read my sadness!
Sona thought over and over again in her heart, feeling excited, excited emotions, broken strings.
When An Yang was feeling sad and unable to control herself, the sad tune suddenly stopped. An Yang opened her eyes and looked at the stage with a blurred vision, and found that Sona had been staring at her.
Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, her vision became clear, and Sona still looked to her side.
An Yang turned his head and looked for Sona's gaze. After searching for a circle, he discovered that Sona was looking at himself.
Seeing the dull look of the person who could understand her sadness, Sona wanted to laugh for no reason, so the corners of her mouth rose.
The audience was boiling.
Sona played for so many years, no one had ever seen her smile, but today, she actually laughed.
The smile was so beautiful, it was a glimpse of everyone's eyes.
An Yang looked at the smiling Sona, and pointed to the tip of his nose.
Sona nodded.
There is no language communication between the two, and one look can read everything.
—
When the string broke, there was no way to continue playing. Sona just sat on the stage and didn't say anything. Everyone knew that when the song was over, people should be separated.
With regret, everyone left the concert hall silently. Sona’s eyes kept staring at An Yang. She could not speak, but she knew that this person would understand the meaning in her eyes. Sona was at least In my heart, I hope he can stay, but I don't know why, but I just want him to stay.
An Yang watched Sona staring at herself, feeling that she seemed to have something to say to herself.
So he chose to stay and stayed in his seat.
"Let's go, what are you doing sitting there, the strings are all broken, and there must be no way to perform again." Lingli took An Yang's arm and got up, An Yang shook his head, "Wait later."
"Waiting for what?"
"Wait again." An Yang just said.
"Okay—" Lingli pouted helplessly, and sat next to An Yang, watching the crowds and dispersing, as if they were swarming.
About a few minutes later, only An Yang and Lingli sitting in the back row were left in the music hall that was still overcrowded just now.
At this time, Sona got up from the stage. She was wearing a colored glaze skirt, and the long skirt fell on the ground. It was quite a dress worn by women in ancient times, but I have to say that this dress is worn on her. It is indeed very charming.
Sona Lian moved lightly and walked towards An Yang.
"Hey, is she coming here?" Lingli watched Sona walk towards her, and asked An Yang vigilantly.
"I don't know, it should be, after all, it seems that we are left alone now."
"You said she wouldn't promote musicology to us? What is the four rhymes and seven rhythms?"
"—You think so much." An Yang was speechless.
Sona walked up to An Yang and smiled at him.
"Uh-hello, Sona." An Yang knew that she could not speak, so she could only nod her head and smile crampedly.
Even though I have such a big beauty as Su Su and Lingli, a little loli who is completely beautiful before she grows, she still feels it when she looks at Sona at such a close distance. Stunning.
Her beauty has nothing to do with everything in the world. Even if Lingli’s beautiful girl’s face like the two-dimensional is placed aside, An Yang can’t say that Lingli is more beautiful than Sona, because Sona’s beauty seems to come from nature. A natural feeling, she is so beautiful, incomparably beautiful, giving people a feeling that you can't compare anything with her.
Without comparison, it naturally became number one.
Sona looked at Lingli again, her eyebrows frowned, her eyes turned to An Yang with doubts, as if she was asking who she was.
The little Lingli girl is Bingxue and smart. She hugged An Yang's arm and smiled at Sona and said, "I'm his girlfriend."
"It's a friend." An Yang corrected.
"Yes, it's a girlfriend."
"are friends."
"Well, yes, girlfriend."
"—" An Yang found out that at any time you should not try to talk back to a woman, her patience will be much stronger than you think, and she can entangle this problem until you collapse.
Sona pursed her mouth, she couldn't see the happiness, anger, sorrow or happiness. She just pulled out her small hand from the wide sleeves and pointed her finger on the stage. Her intention was to invite An Yang to sit behind the stage. There is a private space for her.
Lingli sneaked on An Yang's ear and whispered, "What is she doing? What is she doing with her violin? Did you deliberately frame us and say that we broke her violin?"
"—" An Yang flicked Lingli's forehead, "What else do you think of besides these messy things in your mind all day long?"
Seeing An Yang didn't move, Sona lowered her head and leaned back slightly, and sat down with a please gesture. This time Lingli also understood it. She seemed to ask An Yang to go over.
Since the beautiful lady has requested it, it is too unreasonable to be a man not to give face, An Yang tidied his sleeves, stood up, and Lingli also stood up.
Sona made another stop to Lingli.
"Well, you should stay here first, she may have something to tell me." An Yang said slightly to Lingli.
"No, I want to go too. What if she hooks you away." Lingli stared at Sona like an enemy.
It's just that Sona hasn't looked at Lingli. People who don't feel it will not help if they see too much, not to mention that she is still a woman.
"Don't make trouble, are you still young? I'll be back soon after I go-wait for me here! Don't run around." An Yang coaxed Lingli like a kid.
"Oh—" Lingli's tone lengthened, her expression unhappy.
An Yang followed Sona down the steps and came to the stage, across the stage, and there was a small lounge behind.
Pushing the door into the lounge, Sona pointed to the chair beside An Yang.
An Yang discovered that there was a complete set of tea sets on the coffee table.
This woman can still make tea? In An Yang's doubtful thoughts, Sona really walked to the tea set, and she started to clean the tea set with her hands very skillfully, brewing the tea, straining the tea, and after a while, a cup of fragrant tea was held in her hand. .
She smiled at An Yang and handed An Yang the tea in her hand.
"Unexpectedly, you will still make tea." An Yang took the teacup with some surprise and took a sip. Although he is not an expert, he doesn't usually like tea, but the slightly bitter taste after the tea is different. The same feeling.
Sona sat down opposite An Yang, and after taking care of Li Qingsi, she kept staring at An Yang.
It was a little embarrassing to see An Yang.
After all, a big beauty is not very familiar with it. If you keep staring at you, you will feel very embarrassed.
Looking at An Yang, he didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only smile in a jealousy, "Well, did you come to me?"
After Sona listened, she took her Kuohua and pointed to the broken string on the piano.
An Yang was shocked, and she secretly said that she was the same as Ling Niu said, she came to find herself to lose money
Besides, I touched your violin and didn't touch it. If it breaks, I won't do anything to me—
Just when An Yang was feeling guilty, Sona seemed to see An Yang's thoughts, shook her head, pointed at An Yang, pointed at herself, and gestured out a heart with her hands.
Sona wants to tell An Yang that you are the confidant I have met for so long, and the strings are broken. You are not a confidant or a confidant.
It's just that from An Yang's point of view, that gesture is a bit ambiguous.
Pointing to her is what I mean, and pointing to An Yang, which is what you mean, and it's more than a heart.
Nima, doesn't this mean I love you
An Yang was shocked in a cold sweat. Isn't this woman very reserved? Whenever they met, she greeted her and said that she loved herself.