Rebirth of Huaijing

The chandelier of the competition venue is golden with a touch of elegance and soft lighting. The stage is light yellow, with chairs placed on the left and right below, and seats are also arranged on the corridor on the second floor.In addition to the judges, there are also some audiences, such as professors from well-known conservatories, the guidance of some contestants, and some contestants who participated in the competition in other games.

As soon as Zhou Huaijing entered the hall, all eyes were on him, forcing him to lower his head.

Zhou Huaijing was on stage for the first time, and in his previous life, it was more than 20 years ago. Zhou's father took him to the side of the stage, squatted and touched his head and muttered to himself: "I want to tell everyone, My child is not mentally retarded." He looked at Zhou Huaijing's face in a trance, with a faint smile on his face, "Good boy, go to the stage. Dad believes that you are the best."

Zhou Huaijing tugged at his father's sleeve timidly, and refused to move with his big black eyes open.

Father Zhou's expression showed a bit of anger: "Listen to me, go up."

Zhou Huaijing bit her lip, her expressionless face made people feel the slightest chill.

A look of fear flashed in Zhou's father's eyes, and then he hugged him in his arms, walked to the stage, and put him on the seat in front of the piano.He bowed his head, kissed Zhou Huaijing's side face, and said in a low voice: "Dad loves you. Dad is watching you from the audience." He hurried off the stage while speaking.

Zhou Huaijing sat blankly in front of the piano, and after a long time raised her eyelids to see her nervous father sitting under the stage, and slowly raised her hands.

— Dad said he loved him.

Zhou Huaijing was too used to his father's disappointed or fearful look, as if he was a monster that he could never get rid of.

He once played with a dead bird curiously under the tree in the yard, hugged it intimately and kissed it on his lips, and the soft lips were wet with bright red blood.

He used to cut watermelon with a knife in the kitchen, and his clumsy movements caused the red liquid to flow along the white countertop to the floor, while the watermelon was cut into pieces.

He couldn't learn the knowledge from the book, and his eyes followed his mother's fingers on the writing, with the halo of the sun. He loved it so much, he grabbed his mother's fingers and put them in his mouth, bit them, and the smell of blood was full into his mouth.

His mother held him in front of the piano and played the tunes. He hugged the piano and refused to leave. When he was carried away, he lost his temper and bit his father's hands holding the baton, and ran back to the piano. body hugged the piano.

He stood at the corner of the stairs, listening to his parents arguing, and when they saw him, there was fear in their eyes.Zhou Huaijing was numb and expressionless, staring at them with his dark eyes.

The doctor said: Sorry, your child has been diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, please treat it as soon as possible, and I hope you will give your child more care.

Father said: Huaijing, Dad loves you.

Mother said: Huaijing, mother loves you.

He then spent a few years briefly in a nursing home.They are busy, perhaps escaping from reality and devoting themselves to work, but their careers are constantly thriving.

When standing in front of Zhou Huaijing again, the nursing home said: Sorry, the effect of the treatment is still not ideal, but we found that your child has a musical talent beyond ordinary people.

Their children looked at them coldly as if they were strangers.

After that game, he curled up beside the piano, as if the boat had finally landed and found a sense of security.Another quarrel broke out between the parents. Zhou's mother picked him up and accused him with tears in her eyes: "Zhou Yongning, you are so selfish! Huaijing is not a tool. We have ignored him for several years. Have you asked my opinion about taking him to the competition? "

"Huaijing is also my son, do I want him to have a bad life?" Father Zhou rubbed his hair in pain, "Have you thought about what will happen to Huaijing when we die?" Words become prophecies.

With tears in her eyes, Zhou's mother kissed Zhou Huaijing's indifferent little face, and murmured softly, "Huaijing... Huaijing...you talk to mom, okay? Mom loves you..."

Zhou Huaijing blinked, wiped away the tears from her mother's face with her finger, and licked it curiously.

Is the taste of love salty and bitter?

Before meeting Lu Yi, he thought that love was a kind of emotion mixed with sacrifice, so heavy that it made people breathless. When Lu Yi appeared, he realized that besides being dubbed "great" love, love can also be Pleasant, selfish, childish, ambiguous, would rather die than hope that the other party will live well.

He always remembered the pistol hidden under the piano.

Lu Yi said: Good boy, if one day I want to hurt you, just use it to kill me.

Even when Zhou Huaijing was threatened by Lu Yi and was crushed on the piano, he never touched that cold pistol.

Lu Yi gave him all the nobility in his life, and he gave Lu Yi all the selfishness in his life.

If Lu Yi is dead, why is he still alive?

He doesn't want to let go.This is all the light in his decade.

Zhou Huaijing's eyes searched for the figure in the gorgeous music hall, and he raised his head with a feeling in his heart. Lu Yi was standing by the corridor on the second floor, leaning on the railing and watching him quietly, with a faint smile on his lips. Smile.

The stringing speed of the grand piano is faster than that of the upright type, the touch feeling is good, and the sound is clear. The grand piano is often used in the competition.There is a black Steinway on the stage. The stable color makes people calmer.

Zhou Huaijing's heart that was hanging in the air fell steadily to the ground, and he walked to the grand piano.He looked back at Lu Yi again, and his fingers dropped the first note.

At that moment, the moonlight fell on the city.

Lu Yi's expression was in a trance, as if he had walked into an unknown space from this scene.

There was also a boy there, standing on the stage in fear, his eyes were tied with a white cloth, but his back was straight.

He was dragged to sit in front of the piano, his graceful chin stiffened, his lips pursed into a straight line of indifference.Time and space draw a line between him and the dirty reality, he is opening up a space filled with silver moonlight, time is silent and silent.

The calm Lake Lucerne, the woods whistling with the wind on the shore, and the sky filled with silver light.The moonlight on the lake was first born by the wind, and then slowly crushed by the vortex, sparkling with unknown crises lurking.The dark wind revealed its true face, smashing the moonlight all over the lake into scattered spots of light with violent waves, and driving away the haze to block the moonlight.But there is also a spark-like thin hope in the perilous lake water, smoothing the sudden waves and strong winds little by little, and gradually returning the lake to calm.

Lu Yi looked at Zhou Huaijing who was playing the piano with slightly lowered eyelids and a cold face, and smiled softly.Probably no matter how many times he does it again, as long as Zhou Huaijing plays the piano, he will be wiped out.Because Zhou Huaijing who touched the piano is the most real him, even in the worst ruins, he still has a green tip emerging from the ground.

Such a young man full of vitality seems to be able to fill the gully in his heart, and his chest is no longer as empty as before, as if he has no heart.

Lu Yi couldn't help stretching out his fingers, and pressed the position of his heart, the beating there was so lively and...excited.

At the end of the song, Zhou Huaijing stood up from the piano, a lock of hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to it.

He looked at Lu Yi from a distance, and left the stage amidst the belated crazy applause.

There were quite a few people staying in the backcourt to watch the game. Phil almost frowned and listened to the other people's "noise" in distaste. Finally, when Zhou Huaijing came on stage, his eyes closely followed the pair of players playing perfectly on the screen. The hands of the music looked intoxicated as if they were about to drown in the music.

Duan Linxia listened to the music in a trance, and after a while he came back to his thoughts with mixed emotions. Fortunately, no one will play next to him, otherwise it would be time to repeat the tragedy after Phil's game.

Duan Xiaofu's fingers holding the pink handkerchief were stiff. He didn't know what kind of mentality it was, and he said to Duan Linxia: "I think he played better than the first person on the stage. The applause was so vigorous, I felt embarrassing." It’s gone.” Now, besides Duan Linxia and her mother, the only ones who can understand Chinese are Phil and Lin Lao.

Duan Linxia glanced at her as if she was insane. It's hard to say which one is better between Phil and Zhou Huaijing. The first round will be more or less reserved for the masters, but judging from the performance of the two piano pieces, it is still Duan Xiaofu, a layman who can't tell the difference, doesn't know what it means when he says such a thing on this occasion, to prove that he has a unique vision?

Mr. Lin disdains to argue with others about this, he knows how good his students are.On the other hand, Phil narrowed his eyes suddenly when he heard this. If he usually thinks of his noble status, he squinted his eyes and looked at people for three seconds to save face, but now he looked at Duan Xiaofu squarely and said, "What is embarrassment? Is it a disease?" It needs to be cured." He didn't understand what the man meant, but he probably guessed that it was not a good word.

Duan Xiaofu's face flushed immediately, while Duan Linxia suppressed a smile, and couldn't help silently applauding the Chinese of this handsome guy from country M.

Zhou Huaijing originally planned to return to the backcourt, but was robbed by Lu Yi on the way. When Elder Lin received a call from Ali, his rare smile instantly froze into stone, and he scolded Lu Yi in his heart.

Zhou Huaijing was sitting in the car, and Lu Yi was playing with his fingers.

"Are you nervous just now?" Lu Yan took out a handkerchief and helped Zhou Huaijing wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Zhou Huaijing smiled: "I won't be nervous once I see my second uncle."

This answer was very in line with Lu Yi's intentions, and he pinched Zhou Huaijing's ear lovingly: "What reward do you want? Second Uncle will satisfy you today."

Zhou Huaijing opened his eyes and looked at him expectantly: "Really?"

Looking at Zhou Huaijing's innocent expression, Lu Yi felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

……

The hotel's bathtub design is quite thoughtful. It is spacious when one person is lying down, but it is crowded when two people are lying down.

But Zhou Huaijing and Lu Yi did not lie down, but sat face to face in the bathtub, and the scenery from top to bottom fell into each other's eyes.

Zhou Huaijing was in high spirits, and kept flicking away the rose petals that Lu Yi had filled the bathtub with his fingers for a certain purpose, and his eyes kept trying to see the scenery in the water through the red petals.

The misty scenery was shattered by the water waves, Lu Yi had a leisurely smile on his lips, and let him make trouble.

Zhou Huaijing's fair and delicate collarbone was also stained with delicate petals, as if she was tempting people to pick them. Her black hair was wet and stuck to her face, her fair skin, black hair and red lips were elegant and beautiful.Lu Yi appreciated the painter's masterpiece without the slightest passion, and looked at his face inch by inch.

Suddenly, a hand that had been submerged in the water caught Lu Yi's big brother by surprise.

Lu Yi: "... baby, what are you doing?"

Zhou Huaijing showed her small canine teeth, squeezed her hands, and said in a cadence, "Catch the strong man." Unfortunately, when he was about to move, Lu Ye grabbed his hand.

Lu Yi: ...

Zhou Huaijing's fingers were forced to retract, but today his little wish was fulfilled, and he was very content.Picking up a bouquet of roses with fair and smooth fingers, Zhou Huaijing said sadly, "Second Uncle, compared to roses, I still like lilacs the most."

Lu Yi: ...

Zhou Huaijing recited the verses in the book: "Second uncle who bears sorrow like a lilac, you have the color of a lilac, the fragrance of a lilac, and the sorrow of a lilac, mourning in the rain, mourning and wandering."

Lu Yi: ...

He seemed to hear the broken cries of the Chinese teacher.