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"This is... Ling'an? She looks so cute!"

"No no no. This is the third child, Wei Lingsu." His father put his hand on Wei Lingsu's shoulder, "Call Uncle He."

Wei Lingsu looked him over, greeted him tactfully, took advantage of his father's greetings with the visitor, glanced away from his control, and walked outside in silence.

Today is the [-]th day of the first lunar month, and it is rare for the school to have half a day off. Wei Lingsu was planning not to go home, so he could spend the afternoon alone. Unexpectedly, his father's secretary was already waiting outside the classroom, and he was arrested and taken to the Keats Children's Welfare Institute after class. , Participate in the company's charity foundation launch conference.

On the way, the secretary repeatedly hinted that the company is going uphill and needs such "positive energy" news. He can interact with the children in the orphanage appropriately, and it is best to take a photo together. Not only will it benefit the company's reputation, but it can also be regarded as a souvenir.

commemorate?

Wei Ling complained that looking around, the furniture in the hall was dilapidated, the lighting was dim, and there were cheap lanterns hanging on the damp wooden stairs, but his father was standing in the middle of the hall in a neat suit and holding a cocktail, which was simply out of place.

What kind of memory can this leave?

The door opened with a creak, and the young master in a dark black suede dress walked out of the dilapidated living room, wrapped in wind and snow.

The heavy snow was scattered like goose feathers, and a few children in the orphanage stood thinly in the snow. They glanced at him and immediately turned their eyes away, continuing to look at the iron gate, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Aren't you cold?"

Wei Lingsu shrank his hands and walked towards them, but before he got close, one of the children suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms to protect the rest of them, and stared at him warily.

Wei Lingsu stopped.He didn't understand where this hostility came from.

The clothes of the group of children obviously didn't fit well, and they didn't match at all. The one in the front was still wearing single shoes in winter.

Wei Lingsu, opposite them, was wearing a velvet suit with a satin neckline and a cashmere coat with a mink collar. There was a layer of snow on the fur collar, as delicate and lovely as a pastry sprinkled with icing sugar in a window.

They looked at Wei Lingsu through the wind and snow, as if there was an invisible gap between them.

"jingle!"

The crisp ringing of the bell broke the confrontation between the children in a second. A bicycle was parked at the gate, and the two handlebars were covered with steaming milk tea.

The children in the orphanage immediately exploded, clapping their hands and surrounded the crowd, shouting "Brother Yingdeng" and "Give it to me, give it to me!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, it's all there!"

The person called brother by everyone was wearing a white sweater and a brown sheepskin buttoned coat, smiling warmly, and sharing the milk tea in his hand to everyone.

The children who received the milk tea were jumping and jumping happily, and even the snowflakes in the yard were spinning happily.

When the division was almost over, the person who brought the milk tea suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei Lingsu across the crowd.

He was stunned for less than half a second, then reacted immediately, stopped the car and stepped forward: "You should be Wei Lingsu, right? My name is Qian Yi, Qian Yi of thousands of memories."

Qian Yi handed over the last cup of milk tea in her hand: "This is yours."

He looks very kind, with curly hair and smiling eyes. Compared with the children running around in the yard, he looks like a steady and warm big brother.

But it just looks like it.There was a smile on his face, but no smile in his eyes.

"Why, don't you want to?" Qian Yi raised the milk tea in his hand slightly.

The milk tea is half tilted, with pearls looming in the transparent cup. It is the most common and cheapest chain milk tea. His mother always said that there is too much saccharin and non-dairy creamer, so Wei Ling would never let him touch it.

Wei Lingsu looked around for a week, and all the children holding milk tea in the yard were all smiling, as if they were drinking something very important.

He hesitated, but he still raised his finger to touch the milk tea: "Thank you."

At this moment, a snowball exploded under his feet.The child who had just confronted Wei Lingsu was standing behind Qian Yi, holding a snowball in his hand, and was staring at him threateningly.

Wei Lingsu quickly lowered his face, and pushed lightly with his fingertips, the milk tea cracked in the snow with a bang, and the warm liquid flowed out slowly.

He also wanted to say condescendingly, "I don't care about it", but after the milk tea fell, the surroundings were silent for a moment, and all the children in the yard were staring at the cup of milk tea, and then slowly raised their eyes to stare at Wei Lingfu.

Those gazes pierced his heart, and Wei Lingsu remained tense.

Qian Yi sighed softly, knelt down to clean up the broken milk tea, time in the yard seemed to flow again, Wei Lingsu took the opportunity to take a small step back, turned around suddenly, and ran away from the messy yard.

He just ran into the house, turned around and closed the door, and before he could calm down, someone grabbed his shoulders forcefully. When he raised his head, his father gave him a menacing look, signaling him not to move.

He was taken to a remote corridor.

"How did you do it?" Father asked, pointing to his trousers.

Wei Lingsu lowered his head and took a look. There was a bunch of blown mud flowers on the bottom of his trousers, which should have been accidentally sprayed on by the milk tea when it was broken.

"Didn't I say to maintain my image? Don't you know that I have to take pictures later?" My father reprimanded sullenly, with bulging veins on his forehead, "You can't do such a big thing well?"

Wei Lingsu listened in silence.

There was never any praise in his family.The first place in the exam is right, it is reasonable to win the prize, and it is not modest to say one more thing, and if there is a slight mistake in any aspect, it will immediately become a storm.

There is still a need to socialize outside, so his father scolded him a few words, and said sternly: "The press conference will start in 10 minutes, come and see me when the time comes."

Wei Lingsu stared at the stains on the bottom of his trousers.

Of course the fastest way is to buy, but this is the outskirts of the city, at least one hour away from the city center, so it must be too late.

There should be one or two sets left over from the dry cleaners he frequents, and he's going back and forth now... Wei Lingsu glanced at his watch anxiously, but he glanced around the corner from the corner of his eye, and found someone standing there.

Seeing that he spotted him, Qian Yi glanced back, and a person came out from behind him dejectedly, it was Qingming who just hit him with a snowball.

Qingming looked at the ground somewhat unconvinced.

"Qingming." Qian Yi asked, "What did I just say?"

Wei Ling found out that Qian Yi's voice was very nice.Most boys' voices at this age are crisp and high-pitched, but his voice is heavy and thick, mixed with a pleasant metallic texture.

Qingming reluctantly bowed to him, and raised her voice: "I'm sorry! Although you look annoying, I shouldn't have hit you with a snowball!"

Wei Lingsu looked at him coldly, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry." Another person stood up from behind Qian Yi, and chased after him to apologize, "It's Qingming who did something wrong, don't be angry."

This person has light hair and a soft smile. He introduced himself as Lixia.Qingming ran away after apologizing, but this Lixia stood by his side, accompanies him to worry about the milk tea stains: "What should I do, brother Qianyi."

Qian Yi glanced at the stain: "Do you have any other options?"

Wei Lingv shook his head.

Qian Yi sighed: "Then you come with me."

Qian Yi took him to a room on the second floor, arranged for him to sit on a chair, turned around and left.

Not knowing what his plan was, Wei Lingsu looked out anxiously.

"Don't worry." Li Xia who came with him comforted him, "Brother Yingdeng is very reliable, since he promised, he will definitely do it."

"Brother Yingdeng?" Wei Ling recalled, and he introduced himself as Qian Yi.

"This is his nickname." Li Xia smiled warmly, "Our names are based on the solar terms on the day of admission, I am from Li Xia, Qingming is from Qingming, Brother Yingdeng is from the fifteenth day of the first lunar month .”

The door creaked and pushed open, Li Xia's words stopped abruptly, and he put on a harmless smiling face.

Qian Yi glanced at them suspiciously, and slowly closed the door and came in: "We don't have anything that specializes in washing cashmere here, so let's make do with it."

Wei Lingsu looked at the soap box in his hand in surprise: "... these trousers can only be dry-cleaned."

Qian Yi: "There are only these now, do you want to wash them or not?"

Right now Wei Lingsu had no other choice, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Qian Yi knelt down beside him, dipped the tip of a toothbrush into the diluted soapy water, and wiped off the milk tea stains on the edge of her trousers one by one, leaving only a few inconspicuous water stains.

Wei Lingfu was still worried about the water stains, Qian Yi turned to the blower again, turned it to the cold setting, and carefully put a handkerchief on it so as not to damage the cashmere fabric.

Li Xia seems to like Qian Yi very much, and has been looking for unnutritious words to chat with Qian Yi. The indoor hair dryer whizzed, shattering Li Xia's words. to respond.

Li Xia called Qian Yi "Brother".

This title made Wei Lingsu both familiar and unfamiliar.

At home, he also has two older brothers.

They are a reorganized family. When Wei Lingsu and his mother moved in, the family already had two older brothers.The three brothers have full schedules, and it is rare to say a few words throughout the year. However, as long as they get together, the three brothers will be pulled together by the adults to compare heights, grades, and awards. After repeated comparisons, the atmosphere of the three brothers It also gradually becomes subtle.

Wei Lingsu tried to imagine his brother squatting at his feet like Qian Yi, helping him deal with the stains on his trousers - he smiled self-deprecatingly, this is simply impossible.And a few minutes ago, he dropped the milk tea handed over by "Brother Yingdeng".

"...Welcome to the lamp?"

Qian Yi raised her head, frowning slightly, as if dissatisfied with this abrupt title.

"I'm sorry." Wei Lingfu lowered his head and played with his fingertips, humming in a low voice, "Just now, I shouldn't have vented my anger at the milk tea."

There was a hint of surprise on Qian Yi's face, as if he hadn't expected him to apologize.

Wei Lingfu was completely subdued, lowered his eyes meekly, his long eyelashes trembling finely: "I'm sorry. I was really sorry just now."

Li Xia interjected: "...that's what brother Yingdeng got up at five o'clock and delivered milk all morning in exchange for it."

Wei Lingsu suddenly looked at Qian Yi.

"Okay." Qian Yi interrupted Li Xia's words, "Look, you shouldn't be able to see anything." He took off the handkerchief, and the bottom of his trousers became neat and clean. Wei Lingsu looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, But he only groaned lightly.

Qian Yi was so cute by him, she smiled and touched his head, but Wei Lingsu didn't seem to have experienced this kind of behavior before, she shrank her neck in fright, and after realizing that it was a warm touch, her vigilant shoulders gradually relaxed, like A kitten that has just been brought home is being caressed by a human for the first time.

Wei Lingsu looked at him and smiled too, this time there was a smile in Qian Yi's eyes.

At the press conference, the father actually caught a few children from the orphanage to take a group photo together.

The audience was densely packed with media, Wei Lingsu and his father supported the signboard of the foundation, and children from the orphanage supported the other end of the signboard.

Qian Yi smiled decently and indifferently, standing silently on the far right.

As soon as the group photo was over, Qian Yi stepped off the stage, and Wei Lingsu looked over unconsciously.

Just as Qian Yi turned around, he suddenly took off that smiling mask.

After the event, Wei Lingsu's life returned to peace again.Study hard from Monday to Friday, and the time on Saturday and Sunday is full of various tutoring.

Qian Yi, the Keats Orphanage and the group of children, like pebbles submerged in the lake, sank without leaving a trace in his life, and his little curiosity about Qian Yi was also forgotten.

At the end of winter, Wei Lingsu won a gold medal in a piano competition abroad, and his parents were too busy to come back, so they only talked on the phone to reward him with a new piano.

Buy a piano again.

His parents usually bought a few pianos for stamp collecting, and some of them have never been played. It seems that just putting them in the living room immediately improves the sentiment of the whole family.

Wei Lingsu hung up the phone, and was led by his father's secretary to the piano store he often went to.

The door of the piano store was closed, and the brilliant light and music leaked out of the door.

It is not a famous song, nor is it a rigid and fair classical music. The chords are simple, but the tune is particularly sad and moving, like a whisper, like a sail, like an echo of thinking.

He pushed open the door, and the moment he saw the person playing the piano clearly, he froze in disbelief.

He vaguely remembered that this person seemed to be called Qian Yi.

Qian Yi sat by the piano by the window, her eyes fell on the passers-by through the window, as if she was looking at a farther distance through them.

He actually knows how to play the piano, and he plays it well.

It can be heard that there are no particularly difficult skills, but the victory is full of emotions.

But why did he appear here?

At this moment, Qianyi's eyes moved slowly, and suddenly fixed on Wei Lingsu.The music changed accordingly, and the music sound became beautiful and cool, like a cold spring passing through a crack in a stone on a high mountain.

"Qianyi!" The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the owner of the piano room stepped forward, "Didn't you see the guests coming?" The boss turned to Wei Ling after speaking, "Young master Wei, come to see the piano? Sorry, this is We are new shop assistants who just came here, so we haven’t done much work yet.”

Wei Ling said nothing, but the owner of the piano room seemed to help him vent his anger, scolding Qian Yi several times in succession.The other party just stood in front of the piano, avoiding Wei Lingsu's sight, and listened silently.

"He plays very well." Wei Lingsu couldn't stop listening, and interrupted, "I was attracted to him only when I heard his music."

Speaking of this, Qian Yi suddenly raised her head and looked at him quietly, with a smirk that she didn't deal with, and it was not the same as the indifference in the photo. At this moment, Wei Lingsu suddenly found some pure and clean childishness in his eyes.

"Mr. Wei has a good ear, but this one is not the best." The owner of the piano room laughed, "We just got a Steinway yesterday. Would you like to try it, Mr. Wei?"

He pointed to the grand piano behind him, which was enclosed in a cylindrical glass cover, exquisite and gorgeous, with a beautiful luster flowing on the paint.In contrast, the one next to Qian Yi seemed to have been placed for decades, and suddenly became dim and lost its luster.

Wei Ling said indifferently: "Boss, don't worry, I'll take a look first."

"That's fine, you can do it yourself. If there is anything to call me, I will be right next to you."

The boss winked and was about to retreat, when Wei Lingfu suddenly stopped him, pointing at Qian Yi: "He stays."

The rest of the shop retreated, leaving only Wei Lingsu and Qian Yi.

Wei Lingsu sat down on the piano bench, while Qian Yi stood cautiously on one side.

The shadows of two people reflected on the pure black cover.

Wei Lingsu pressed a key absently: "What song did you just play?"

Qian Yi replied, "It's not a famous song."

Both of them sounded very preoccupied, and neither of them touched the memories of the previous winter.

"I think it sounds good, you can play it again." Wei Lingfu didn't get up, but made room on the piano bench.

Qian Yi looked at the position he gave up and hesitated.

"You play it, just as a trial piano."

Qian Yi paused for a moment, and finally sat down upright.He grows up fast, and the slender and neat outline of an adult has been revealed at the age of a teenager. The most common white shirt in the piano shop looks extraordinarily clean on him.

He put his fingers on the keys, his eyes naturally fell on the street outside the window, the music was flowing, Wei Lingsu glanced at him quickly, it was obviously not the song just now.

This piece of music is a happy and complete melody in triple time. At this moment, a girl in a bright yellow skirt walked past the window on light high heels.

Wei Lingsu glanced at him suspiciously.

The music became childish and sweet, and the child jumped into the station with a balloon in his hand, looking up at an old pedant.The old pedant sat wrapped in a windbreaker, concentrating on reading the news, and the sweet melody changed accordingly, turning into a regular bass and a serious four-four beat.

"You... impromptu?" Wei Ling sued guessing.

Qian Yi didn't answer, his melody suddenly jumped, humorous, with an inexplicable sense of irony, Wei Lingsu lowered his voice and guessed: "The owner of the piano room?"

Qian Yi pursed her smile, and played each note fiercely and crisply, throwing a snowball over his Qingming.

Soft and fresh, it is Lixia who accompanies him to worry.

He changed a few more people, and Wei Lingsu guessed almost all of them within a few bars.While playing, Qian Yi's expression finally calmed down: "This is my piece."

"There is no music score, no rules, just... watching people. Looking at the people coming and going, looking at thousands of people, I try to use the sound of the piano to describe everyone I meet—"

The sound of the piano suddenly paused, and the slender and clean fingers slid down along the keys. After a few low-pitched chords, the crisp and tough music joined.

This was the song he heard the moment he opened the door, but it was gentler than the song at that time, reminiscent of the light blue, tiny petals blooming overlappingly in a snowy night, revealing the stamens with a faint fragrance.

He has heard many people play the piano, the piano teacher's piano sound is regular and rigid, the competitor's piano sound is strong and aggressive, but the elder brother's piano sound is gorgeous and exquisite, but cold in the sky.

Among the zither sounds he has heard, no one's zither sound is like Qian Yi's, which is full of rich emotions, even Qian Yi who is playing the qin is shrouded in a faint light by the qin sound.

Through the gentle and flowing tune, he seems to be looking at another self.

Wei Lingsu's voice was a little tense: "This song, is... me?"