long love becomes ill

Chapter 1634 Growing Wantonly in Your Heart ([-])

"Professor Lin, don't forget to listen to tonight's concert. It is said that the performance is very exciting." Dean Lu sent Lin Ziyu a WeChat reminder early in the morning.

Because it was the weekend, Lin Ziyu didn't go to school. The man suffered from severe insomnia recently, and his previous good work and rest habits disappeared.

When the phone rang, the man turned on the bedside lamp, touched the phone with his slightly pale and slender fingers, and clicked on it to see that there were more messages.

In the college group, everyone is discussing where to go for summer travel.

In the academic exchange group, experts and scholars from all over the world chat in English on a daily basis.

There are only two single messages, one is that the female graduate student Zhuang Yan brought by him wants to come to the school to do research in the summer vacation, and the other is that Lu Zhi reminded him to go to the concert.

Lin Ziyu looked down at the phone, then threw the phone aside expressionlessly, got up and opened the curtains, the summer sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering his handsome and gentle face.

The man changed into sportswear and went downstairs for a run. There were relatively few people in the community in the early morning. Lin Ziyu ran around the park next to the community twice, then passed by the breakfast shop, bought a single-serve breakfast, and came back to take a shower and eat breakfast. Express delivery, no courses, the man suddenly felt that life was boring, but he had lived such a boring life for 25 years.

Turning on the old-fashioned record player in the house, the man replied to the messages one by one while listening to the music.

[There are three options for this year's tour: Japan, the United States, and XZ Mount Everest. Please actively participate in the voting. 】

[Why there is the option of Mount Everest, who proposed it, I promise not to kill him. 】

Lin Ziyu: [I proposed it. 】

Everyone: […]

The man chose Mount Everest, and then looked at the voting results. There were only 2 votes for Mount Everest, so he closed the group decisively.

Skip the academic exchange group.

The man replied indifferently to the graduate student he brought along: [I'm not at school during the summer vacation, so there is no way to approve your research project. 】

【good. 】The last concise reply was for Lu Zhi, who replied in seconds and sent a smiling face.

The performance time of the concert is [-] o'clock in the evening, and the start, end and rest time are about one and a half hours.

Lin Ziyu arrived by pinch time. When he entered the venue, he was 10 minutes late, and the theater had already started performing.

"Sir, you are 10 minutes late. Why don't you wait for the break before taking your seat, so as not to disturb other people?" The staff saw the other party's gentle and elegant face and amber pupils, and was surprised by the other party's appearance, and said Only then did he realize that his seat was the front VIP seat.

Ordinary concerts would not be so strict, but today is obviously different, the security has been tripled, obviously the rich and powerful came to the concert.

"Well, I'll stand behind and listen." The man's voice was slightly low and hoarse, with a cold temperament, standing behind the extremely dark theater, watching the concerto that had been performed on the stage.

The low and sad voice of the cello came out, and the young woman sitting in the middle of the orchestra, with her long hair pulled behind her ears, revealing a smooth forehead, closed her eyes and played the most affectionate tune.

This is Lin Ziyu's first time listening to Mingzheng's cello, and the first time seeing Mingzheng fully devoting himself to classical music, which is strange and uncontrollable.

"Lin Ziyu, our class will have two shows at the New Year's Eve party. The Mediterranean asked me to lead the dance. Wucao, I don't want to be a monkey who sings and dances."

"Ming Zheng, how many musical instruments do you know?"

"I haven't counted, I know all kinds of musical instruments, but the one I've learned the longest is the cello. My mother is the reincarnation of Hitler. Hey, I'm very poor. Lin Ziyu, you can't learn from my mother in the future, and you can't force me to do it. I don't like to do it." things."

"Okay." The boy reached out and touched her little furry head, and said distressedly, "You can tell the head teacher that you know an instrument, so that you don't have to lead the dance."

"No, if I report to the program, my mother will know and let me play the cello. She is very authoritarian."

"After studying for so long, why don't you love the cello?"

"Hee hee, stupid, because I can't play the soul duck of the cello."

"Ming Zheng, how can I have the soul of a cello?"

"Maybe it needs an unforgettable love. I don't know, Lin Ziyu, you are now like a little old man, getting more and more verbose, no, I will pretend to be sick, and escape the nightmare of leading the dancer."

Isn't our relationship unforgettable enough?A dark light rolled out of the man's eyes, and there was a numb pain in his heart.

Mingzheng, over the years, who taught you feelings and gave you the soul of the cello?

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The soft light illuminates the center of the stage. Mingzheng raised his eyes, and what he saw was a thick and indelible shadow under the stage. His eyes fell on a point in the void. Carefree youth.

"The school test next week, the high school entrance examination is coming soon, you must have a sense of urgency."

"Old class, there is still one and a half years before the entrance examination, you remember the split."

"Oh, crazy, I've been playing outside all summer, I'm going to take a hammer test."

"Hey, Lin Ziyu, please do me a favor during the exam." Mingzheng poked at the young man who was sitting in front of her, sitting upright, with a picturesque back, blatantly trying to cheat.

It's so beautiful, the side profile is simply invincible beauty, brown pupils, the color is very light and more amber, there is an unspeakable temperament, oh, I want to chase.

If the young man hadn't heard of it, he didn't turn his head. For the first time, Mingzheng felt that her beauty was useless, but this aroused her competitiveness even more.

"Lin Ziyu, what a coincidence, you live in this area too?"

"Lin Ziyu, I don't know how to do this question, please teach me."

"Lin Ziyu, why did you take so many days off? What did you do?"

"Lin Ziyu, can't you see that I'm chasing after you? You don't like a cute girl like me, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Lin Ziyu, it turns out that you took time off from school to make money. You are a child laborer, which is illegal. As long as you are my boyfriend, I will support you."

"Lin Ziyu, you are terrible, let's break up."

Later, she traveled across the ocean, climbed the snow-capped mountains, and watched the aurora. It took her eight years to slowly realize that she should not be easily emotional when she is young, because once emotional may last a lifetime.

She has nothing left but her cello.

During the intermission, Mingzheng's face turned pale, and Jiang Ai hurriedly went to get chocolate to replenish her energy.

"Mingzheng, I said, you can't play like this anymore, you're not playing the cello, you're wasting your life, do you understand?" As soon as Xia Ye arrived at the backstage lounge, she flew into a rage, her handsome face enveloped Covered by a layer of ice, Jiang Ai shrank in the corner in fright, and Klaus did not speak.

Mingzheng took a sip of hot water, but his emotions were still in the previous song and did not come out. After watching the angry Xia Ye, he said hoarsely: "Xia Ye, for people like us, music is everything, you shouldn't stop me. "

She can hardly remember that feeling.Memories have always been intermittent, and many times it seems to have been deliberately forgotten for fear of self-injury.

Who is that man?Xia Ye restrained his anger, pursed his thin lips tightly, and couldn't ask, the man who lived in Ming Zheng's heart and in her music, he knew that once he asked, it would be like opening Pandora's magic box, There is no going back.

"The repertoire for the second half needs to be changed, Klaus, you can communicate with the orchestra." Xia Ye said coldly, "It's really not possible, I can play the piano solo."

Intermission is only 20 minutes, temporarily change the track?

Klaus was silent for a while, and said: "I'll go communicate, Xia Ye, restrain your emotions, Ming Zheng, your current state is not suitable for playing the cello."

Not only is it not suitable for playing the cello, but you also need to find a psychiatrist.How much thought does such a young girl have?It has been well hidden over the years.

Mingzheng really felt a bit strenuous, people's emotions are limited, and he didn't object to Xia Ye's change of the repertoire.

Xia Ye and Klaus went to communicate with the orchestra about the repertoire to be changed in the second half. Ming Zheng sat in the lounge without saying a word. Jiang Ai didn't dare to speak at this time, and silently closed the door to give Ming Zheng a space to be alone.

Her eyes are still red. Although she is Mingzheng's assistant, Jiang Ai is a standard music idiot. She doesn't understand music, but she has been with Mingzheng for several years, listening to her performances, and crying every time. , especially in today's performance, she can even feel that Mingzheng is playing the cello with her life. Such heavy feelings are like tides. If you want to drown people in it, don't blame the big devil for getting angry. Sister Mingzheng is really I don't love myself so much.

During the first half of the performance, the cello music spread quickly during the intermission.

[The best concert I heard this year, listening to Mingzheng's cello, reminded me of my first love. 】

[I thought my heart was strong enough, but the moment the cello music came out, I burst into tears. 】

[Such a talented girl, it's no wonder she doesn't have many performances, and she doesn't live long. I hope she can perform less and live longer. 】

【Cello music that makes the world cry. 】

Those who came to the concert were basically influential people in their own circles. This kind of popularity and the cello music that went out quickly attracted attention, and a classical music performance with a very small audience was unprecedented. heat.

Mingzheng rested in the lounge for a while, drank some hot water, felt heavy in the heart, and wanted to go out to get some air.Xu Shi returned to the motherland, and those emotions that had been suppressed for many years suddenly found a way to vent.

Mingzheng left the lounge, went out from the security check, and stood in the night, blowing the hot summer wind.

Someone came out of the security checkpoint and left.Mingzheng subconsciously leaned against the pillar at the door, then froze.

The Leng Jun man in a white shirt and trousers walked out, his eyes met, and the two of them stopped at a distance.

"Why are you here?" Mingzheng was a little confused, and when he realized it, he had already asked.

Lin Ziyu stood at the door, the light from the theater was extremely bright, and the man's face illuminated was as cold and hard as a marble sculpture.

"A ticket sent by a friend. After listening to it for half the time, I was about to leave." The man's voice was devoid of any emotion.

It turned out that she left at halftime, did you think her performance was not exciting enough?Mingzheng's eyes were a little bit astringent.

Lin Ziyu looked at her wearing a beautiful starry sky dress, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone. He has experienced how beautiful this body is, but he has never owned it, and it will not be so desperate when he loses it.

The man made a mocking arc, looked away, turned and left.

"Lin Ziyu." Mingzheng called him, his voice hoarse, "Do we have to do this?"

"What?" the man asked coldly.

　good night~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)