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Not knowing how to describe this feeling, Haika squatted alone on the wide road outside the yard, the night was just like him, silent and silent.

"Why do you want to forget him?"

"Because it's too painful, I have been separated from him by a long distance. Even if I chase desperately every day, I can only see his back."

"Do you regret it?"

"Yeah." The teenager's back, with a few strands of blond hair hanging down, leaving shadows on the eyelashes, he paused for a long time before he heard a sigh and gasp, "I regret why I didn't catch up with him, I really I love him, there is no way to lie about this."

That voice sounded in his head again, and Heika rested his head quietly with one hand. This was the memory of 17-year-old Edward Frances.

What kind of person is he? Haika rubbed the pick on his arm, not only feeling sorry for this mysterious figure.

"If I can't catch up with Yolan, will I really lose this friend, forever?"

Thinking of this, Haika got up suddenly, and ran hard on the night road. The moonlight was bright, and he could faintly see his turning back.

He has never come out at night, and the big trees on both sides of the road are gentle and silent, with shallow shadows, so that when he passes by, he will have the illusion of time slowing down.

As he ran farther and farther, the crops in the fields on both sides were undulating, with groups of corn stalks connected to a whole group of green vegetables, clusters of peppers forming a net, passing through the loofah pergola, he kept running, the sound of the wind passing through his ears, With the accelerating heart, it seems to be playing a gentle rock and roll.

"Yoran!"

Finally, he was about to catch up with that figure. He put his hands on his hips, bent down and panted heavily, and his voice was very loud.

The person in front braked hurriedly, turned around halfway, and looked back at him.

"Following you!"

Heika walked towards him step by step, his delicate face gradually became clear. Yolan stood in place, feeling the wind in front of him split a thread, blowing him into his eyes.

"What are you doing so late?"

He saw that Haika had added a jacket, and his nose was reddish. Thinking of the last time he was floating in the water, he tilted his head slightly, "Have a cold?"

"Yeah." Heika nodded, walked forward, almost wrapped his arms around his neck, and put a handwritten list into his denim hat, "This is the repertoire, you must come, there is There is a song for you!"

Yolan was amused by his childish action, and reached out to take out the repertoire in the hat. There were more than a dozen songs on it, of which the seventh one was empty, and it was written in the notes: It will be announced during the performance.

"Understood." Yolan was half-riding on the bicycle, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he waved two fingers, "Go back quickly, the wind is a bit strong."

Haika faced him, walked backwards, with a pure smile, "Really, you must come!"

It was a night road that he had never traveled in his life, and it was also the beginning of another person's heart.

After that night, the relationship between the two of them eased a lot, but Haika could still feel that he had a lot of worries in his heart that he couldn't unravel in an instant.

Today, Philly came to his house again.

"Heika, I have a problem."

He carried a piano on his back and came to the yard. Heika was eating breakfast in the yard, holding a piano score in his right hand.

"What's wrong?" Haika stuffed a piece of bread, took a sip of juice, and looked at him with his legs crossed.

Philip also participated in this small concert. As a luthier, he only has a superficial understanding of guitar playing. He participated in the accompaniment of the first track. It is a bit difficult for him to lose the string cutting skills.