Piano Song Killing Eve [Short Story]

, she twitched the corners of her mouth, turned around and burst into sobs.

"The probability of waking up is very small." The doctor's tone was full of professional regret and helplessness.

"Please save him, you must save him, I...I can't do evil anymore!" Sinan pulled the doctor's cuff and begged helplessly.

The doctor was puzzled and frowned slightly, but he didn't mean to ask.

"We will try our best, but... let's be mentally prepared, who are you?"

Being asked this question, Sinan stared at the doctor in astonishment, but couldn't speak, a tear ran down her cheek majestically, which made the doctor not know what to do.

Then, the tearful eyes of the mother-in-law gradually glowed, and Sinan ran away like crazy as if she had remembered something important.

In another department of the hospital, Sinan held an unopened DNA test report in her trembling hands.She pursed her lips tightly and tore up the appraisal report to shreds.

The scraps of paper she tossed into the air fell like fallen leaves on the cold marble floor.

She cast her gloomy eyes on the nothingness outside the window, she thought that the darkness was the real deity of fate, her eyes were full of resentment and accusations, but they were as powerless as a sigh.

Is this the salvation arranged by fate?Why is it more miserable than imagined?

break the cocoon

Another five summers passed, and Sinan never left her city again.

She placed a photo of her younger brother on the workstation, and time is indeed a good medicine to heal missing. Now she can calmly look at her younger brother in the photo and say peace in her heart.

And the sense of spatial dislocation blocked by the photo frame has instead become a shrine for her to place her thoughts on.

"Good boy, don't look for it, just treat him as living happily in one place."

When I am lonely, if I accidentally think of my mother's words, my eyes will still be misty.

Yes, when alone.

Sinan is still cautious, obeying the taboos arranged by fate.But that man named Chen Yu forced his way into her world time and time again.

He said that he is an atheist and does not believe in fortune telling.

He said that he wanted to test it out. If Sinan really killed him, it meant that there really was a supernatural power. Then he would go to see the god who manipulated fortunetelling and ask the god, Why is it so unfair to Sinan.

This man, who was five years older than Sinan, was plain in appearance, but mature and steady. A single remark full of dialectical thoughts shook Sinan's superstitious belief in fate.

She had been alone for too long, and she let Chen Yu make up her mind to risk her life in the name of love.

nostalgia

Sinan's life has finally entered a normal state, and the fate she has always believed in has not been fulfilled in Chen Yu.

In this way, another three years have passed without a hitch. If Mingyuan's sudden visit hadn't happened, she would have even forgotten the sea that once made her worry about it.

She met him in a coffee shop. On the evening of March, there was still a residual chill in the air.She saw Mingyuan, sitting in a seat by the window. Although he was almost 30 years old, he still played with the silk flowers and napkins on the table because of boredom.

Sinan was very happy, but she didn't dare to approach him. Only then did she realize that she still hadn't gotten rid of her prejudice against herself. She was afraid of hurting him, but she immediately reviewed herself. Why wasn't she so worried about Chen Yu? ?

He turned his head inadvertently, and when their eyes met, everything became the background, and there were only the two of them left in the world.

Mingyuan's smile is pure and kind, but Sinan found something in his eyes that he had never seen before. Is it maturity and vicissitudes?It seems that it is not comprehensive.

Si Nan sat across from him, and after a few pleasantries, the two unexpectedly fell silent.

After a long time, Si Nan smiled awkwardly and said, "I always feel like I have a lot to say, but I can't say anything."

After hearing this, Mingyuan interlaced his fingers and kept rubbing each other with his hands that had been resting on the table.

"I...I regret it a bit, I shouldn't have come to you, right?" Ming Yuan laughed at himself.

"Why do you think so? Why shouldn't you come?"

"I...what am I? A friend, or a...brother?" Ming Yuan raised his head and stared at Si Nan, with blame looming in his tone.

"I..." Si Nan lowered her head apologetically, "Some things don't need to be too clear."

"But I'm very clear." Ming Yuan's voice suddenly became deep.

"what?"

"I know very well that I am not your brother."

""

whose voice

Love is the code hidden in the deep sea of ​​fate,

Mysterious, unexpected, karma,

She swings, swings,

Let the small heart, do not know what to expect.

I see time calmly carrying out the program of forgetting,

I heard the sky sharply cut through the thorns of care,

You are still calling fate in the sky,

And pour out love at the mouth of the sea.

What kind of metaphor is there in this story?

Your solitude meets my crying...

Time can't be marked, it doesn't matter who's track is whose;

But I am always willing to hum a love song and quietly reminisce,

Remembering your face, your scent,

And what you left me, sadness and abandonment.

If I'm really lucky enough to meet you in my dream,

I will do my best to comfort you from the melancholy of traveling far away,

In the corner of my eye, that heart-shaped mole,

It's what you left behind, a tear that hurts my heart.

eternity and time,

It's a poignant paradox,

But, okay

You once said-

Until Yuehua runs aground, the past is as simple as it is,

I, still here,

Always here,

Waiting to love you.