Why it never ends

Ding Jiali carried the plate upstairs. As soon as he entered the door, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. Ding Yuqing looked serious and her cheeks were even a little pale.

"What are you plotting here?"

"The Wenhui Building student committed suicide." Hesta replied, "Have you heard about it?"

"Ha, is there anyone in school today who doesn't know about this? They are all talking about it." Ding Jiali took the opportunity to sit down on the low cabinet nearby, "I heard that he also left a suicide note on the rooftop, four words written in chalk The big words read 'I will never lose my love', and one of my juniors made a special trip there today... As a result, the entire rooftop was sealed and no one was allowed to enter."

Ding Yuqing opened her eyes slightly. Ding Jiali's words seemed to make things appear another possibility, "...so he couldn't think about it because he was in love?"

"Yes, it's obvious." Ding Jiali spread his hands, "I have several groups talking about this matter. It seems that this person fell in love with a rich woman at the beginning of this year, and he has been in love for half a year. I guess the rich woman has had a relationship recently. My new love, I turned around and kicked him... Young people have never seen the dangerous world, so it’s understandable that they can’t stand it all at once.”

Ding Yuqing lost her voice again. After a while, she raised her head again: "Who is that 'rich woman'? Does anyone around you tell me?"

"Then I know where to go." Ding Jiali smiled and grabbed four or five grapes from the fruit plate. "She is an older woman after all... Why are you so concerned about this matter? Do you know that person?"

Ding Yuqing shook her head with a stiff expression, "How could I possibly know..."

"Then why are you reacting so strangely?" Ding Jiali stood up straight, "You have nothing to do with this matter, right?"

Just as Ding Yuqing was about to speak, Hesta suddenly spoke, "I described the scene too carefully, and maybe I scared Yuqing."

"You?" Ding Jiali was startled, "Are you there?"

"Yes, the person just fell from my feet," Hesta replied, "I haven't done anything this day. So far, apart from taking statements at the police station, I have been with the school psychologist..."

About five or six minutes later, Ding Yuqing's classmates asked to leave, and they came down from the attic together. Ding Yuqing sent her classmates downstairs and returned to the attic with Hesta.

Ding Yuqing sat on the piano bench blankly, unable to digest this matter for a long time.

The news of the death of a person she had met and even made fun of a few days ago was heard in the blink of an eye, which made her a little unbearable. A terrible thought suddenly came to her mind - did the various circumstances that drove that boy to death include her laughing because of her "tongue strain"? When she laughed that day, did the boy hear her? Did he realize she was laughing at him?

"Yuqing?" Hesta said softly, "Are you okay?"

"I..." Ding Yuqing raised her head, "Did he... die because of Mrs. Kajia? Does the 'love' of 'forever losing my love' refer to Mrs. Kajia?"

"Nothing is clear yet," Hesta replied, "Let's wait for the police to investigate. Don't go to that cafe anymore. I guess the police may be stationed there in the next two days."

"...If it is really related to Mrs. Kajia, the police...will the police come to me? I -"

Hesta laughed softly, "What are you thinking about."

"I'm a little scared, Jane," Ding Yuqing said softly, "...and a little uncomfortable."

Hesta walked to Ding Yuqing and squatted down. Just as she was about to say something, the knock on the attic door rang again. Hesta stood up and opened the door. Ding Xueyang and Miao Miao were standing outside - the two of them had just walked in from outside. When she came back, Miaomiao was still carrying a small schoolbag. As soon as the door opened, she rushed in, shouting, "I want to play the piano too!!"

Shi Yimiao's noise quickly broke the sadness in the attic. After Ding Yuqing reopened the piano cover for her, she happily reached out and smashed the piano, making a continuous sound.

Ding Yuqing frowned, "Oh no, that's not how it's played -"

"What were you talking about just now?" Ding Xueyang pulled a stool and sat down, "It feels like Xiaoqing is not happy?"

"Someone at school committed suicide," Hesta replied.

"Oh..." Ding Xueyang nodded solemnly. She walked behind Miaomiao and gently hugged her sister and daughter's shoulders with both hands. "... Young people today are under too much pressure." Ding Yuqing did not look back. , but held her sister's hand.

She looked at Miaomiao: "...Want to learn how to play?"

"No - think about it!" Shi Yimiao replied loudly. She turned her head to look at Ding Xueyang, "Mom, teach me!"

"Mom hasn't touched the piano for a long time," Ding Xueyang smiled, "When I get back to Songxueyuan, let grandma teach you."

"Grandma can also play the piano?"

"Grandma plays the piano very well." Ding Xueyang replied.

"Then I'll let grandma teach me now!"

"...Sit tight!" Ding Xueyang held her daughter's shoulders firmly, "We have to go back to our own home so that grandma can teach you how to play the piano."

Shi Yimiao made a face, twisted her upper body, made exaggerated playing postures, and smashed the piano again to make various noises.

"Mom said you have a program for this year's school art festival?" Ding Xueyang looked at his sister.

"No," Ding Yuqing said, "I'm too lazy to participate in those activities, and I haven't practiced piano in a long time."

"Then you..." Ding Xueyang understood immediately. She lowered her eyes slightly and shook her head, "...that means dad is still a little guilty about what he did last time, otherwise he would have rushed up long ago."

"I just want to play the piano at home," Ding Yuqing replied in a low voice, "I want to hear the sound of the piano."

Ding Xueyang looked away and smiled, "You didn't like piano anymore when you were a child. Asking you to practice piano is like taking you to the execution ground... But you were very good when you were learning violin."

Ding Yuqing was stunned when she heard this, "...I also learned the violin?"

"When you were more than three years old, almost four years old, right?" Ding Xueyang recalled, "At that time, your mother found a teacher for you and took you to several classes."

"I have no impression at all!"

"You were too young at that time, you were only so big," Ding Xueyang smiled and gestured, "You couldn't hold the quarter violin that my family bought for you, but later it was replaced by an eighth violin."

Ding Yuqing listened with some trance, "...really?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you learn it later?"

"because……"

Ding Xueyang suddenly lost her voice, and she suddenly felt a little subtle regret. She shouldn't have mentioned these things.

"I heard from a friend that the violin is difficult." Hesta suddenly said, "It should be quite difficult for children to learn."

"Yes," Ding Xueyang smiled and nodded, "learning anything requires hard work."