Chapter 1672
Accept the reality
Chapter 1672 Accept the reality
The missing memory was like a submerged lake, which made her feel extremely empty, something was missing in her heart.
She wandered on the edge of the darkness, looking for the empty part, walked for a long time, and was finally enveloped and swallowed by the darkness...
"what--!"
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Fang Jiamei woke up in a dream, looked at the quiet city outside the window, and slowly calmed down.
Dreaming again.
Turning over and getting out of bed to get a glass of water, she was the only one in the quiet old castle, it was eerily quiet.
For two years, for two full years, I kept repeating a dream. In the dream, it was dark and boundless, and I couldn't see anything.
In the end, it felt as if it was weightless, and it was surrounded, and it fell rapidly.
After waking up from a dream every day, I no longer have pajamas. I sit on the sofa and turn on the TV and play a movie until dawn.
Wash, make breakfast, pick up the bag and walk out of the castle after eating.
On the other side of the emerald green lawn is the deep sea, the air is fresh, and the temperature is always slightly cool.
After walking for a while, I got in the car and went to Bethley School.
The school is on a quiet street, and the retro design is not prominent in Europe.
The college is very quiet. In the morning, people walk in a calm manner, and life is neither rush nor slow.
The sound of the morning piano can still be heard from the auditorium in the distance.
When she came to her classroom, Fang Jiamei took out her cello, wiped it gently, and sat on a chair with her long curly hair hanging casually behind her head.
wow——
The teacher's door was pushed open, and a white-haired middle-aged man walked in, seeing her greet her gently: "Good morning Jiamei."
"Good morning, teacher." Fang Jiamei smiled at him, the smile not reaching his eyes.
Chen Yinxu went to the front and put today's music score on it. It was still early, and the other students hadn't come yet. "We are going to perform in the cathedral in the morning. You are ready to prepare."
Fang Jiamei nodded, "The cathedral invites you every time, but their attitude is so bad, and the people there don't really appreciate it."
Chen Yinxu smiled, and there were some wrinkles on his calm face, "There are too few people who really understand it now. Since Zicong passed away, I haven't seen anyone who can really get into music."
Zi Cong...
This name made Fang Jiamei feel a pain in her heart, her hands holding the cello trembled, and her eyes quickly dimmed.
Seeing her like this, Chen Yinxu couldn't help sighing, "Jiamei, Zi Cong has been dead for three years, you should accept the reality, his death day will be two days later, let's go see him together."
Fang Jiamei lowered her eyes, her round face looked very sweet, but there was no optimistic and bright feeling on her body.
Looking at the cello, it took half a sound before he said in a low voice: "As long as I remember him, he is still alive."
Even if he doesn't live in front of her, he lives with his beloved music in other corners of the world.
Seeing this, Chen Yinxu shook his head helplessly.
Fang Jiamei is one of the few talented cellists he has ever seen. The melody she played is very emotional. Back then, she and the gifted scholar Zi Cong were the most suitable person in people's eyes.
It's a pity, Tian is jealous of talents, Zi Cong passed away in a car accident three years ago.
Since then, Fang Jiamei has disappeared for a year, and when she came back again, that innocent and cute girl who loves to laugh seems to have followed Zicong.
Fang Jiamei adjusted her posture and slowly pulled out the melody, but it was an endless sadness and sadness, which made people want to cry.
(End of this chapter)
The missing memory was like a submerged lake, which made her feel extremely empty, something was missing in her heart.
She wandered on the edge of the darkness, looking for the empty part, walked for a long time, and was finally enveloped and swallowed by the darkness...
"what--!"
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Fang Jiamei woke up in a dream, looked at the quiet city outside the window, and slowly calmed down.
Dreaming again.
Turning over and getting out of bed to get a glass of water, she was the only one in the quiet old castle, it was eerily quiet.
For two years, for two full years, I kept repeating a dream. In the dream, it was dark and boundless, and I couldn't see anything.
In the end, it felt as if it was weightless, and it was surrounded, and it fell rapidly.
After waking up from a dream every day, I no longer have pajamas. I sit on the sofa and turn on the TV and play a movie until dawn.
Wash, make breakfast, pick up the bag and walk out of the castle after eating.
On the other side of the emerald green lawn is the deep sea, the air is fresh, and the temperature is always slightly cool.
After walking for a while, I got in the car and went to Bethley School.
The school is on a quiet street, and the retro design is not prominent in Europe.
The college is very quiet. In the morning, people walk in a calm manner, and life is neither rush nor slow.
The sound of the morning piano can still be heard from the auditorium in the distance.
When she came to her classroom, Fang Jiamei took out her cello, wiped it gently, and sat on a chair with her long curly hair hanging casually behind her head.
wow——
The teacher's door was pushed open, and a white-haired middle-aged man walked in, seeing her greet her gently: "Good morning Jiamei."
"Good morning, teacher." Fang Jiamei smiled at him, the smile not reaching his eyes.
Chen Yinxu went to the front and put today's music score on it. It was still early, and the other students hadn't come yet. "We are going to perform in the cathedral in the morning. You are ready to prepare."
Fang Jiamei nodded, "The cathedral invites you every time, but their attitude is so bad, and the people there don't really appreciate it."
Chen Yinxu smiled, and there were some wrinkles on his calm face, "There are too few people who really understand it now. Since Zicong passed away, I haven't seen anyone who can really get into music."
Zi Cong...
This name made Fang Jiamei feel a pain in her heart, her hands holding the cello trembled, and her eyes quickly dimmed.
Seeing her like this, Chen Yinxu couldn't help sighing, "Jiamei, Zi Cong has been dead for three years, you should accept the reality, his death day will be two days later, let's go see him together."
Fang Jiamei lowered her eyes, her round face looked very sweet, but there was no optimistic and bright feeling on her body.
Looking at the cello, it took half a sound before he said in a low voice: "As long as I remember him, he is still alive."
Even if he doesn't live in front of her, he lives with his beloved music in other corners of the world.
Seeing this, Chen Yinxu shook his head helplessly.
Fang Jiamei is one of the few talented cellists he has ever seen. The melody she played is very emotional. Back then, she and the gifted scholar Zi Cong were the most suitable person in people's eyes.
It's a pity, Tian is jealous of talents, Zi Cong passed away in a car accident three years ago.
Since then, Fang Jiamei has disappeared for a year, and when she came back again, that innocent and cute girl who loves to laugh seems to have followed Zicong.
Fang Jiamei adjusted her posture and slowly pulled out the melody, but it was an endless sadness and sadness, which made people want to cry.
(End of this chapter)