[Shenya] Aphasia

"Hey, do you want to hear it?"

Mana raised his head from the heavy travel magazine on his lap, the white-haired boy was looking down at him, his eyes were shining, but his face was not looking well.Following his raised right arm, he saw a shiny piano on Square Street, and was stunned.

"Do you want to play?"

Allen pouted, and said awkwardly: "You want to hear it."

Marner smiled: "Old rules?"

The boy nodded.

"Let me think about it first..." Mana blinked, turned his eyes back to the travel magazine, lingered, and held up one of the pages to the other party, "That's it."

Allen took the magazine casually and flipped through it, muttering incomprehensibly, "Lands End? I've never been here, why did I have to choose this one? Is there no sea in England? Is there any difference?"

"Of course there are. People always like to give some special meanings to natural objects, from a strangely shaped stone to a strait, from a mountain stream to a piece of land. And this is the end of the land (Land's End)," Ma Na looked up at him with serious eyes, as serious as Meggie's when she was about to kiss Ralph, "It's also the beginning of the voyage... oh, I shouldn't have said it according to the rules. So, can you start, Allen?" ?”

This is a game they invented. Mana picks something as a topic at random, and then Allen "flicks" it out after weighing and thinking about the topic situation.In the beginning, the two were always arguing because they couldn't agree on the topic, but they still had a good time.Later, Mana slowly discovered that the young man's heart was getting closer to him, or he was relying on him, or that the minds of both of them were melted by this game at the same time...

"Do you remember?"

"There is the end of the land and the beginning of the voyage."

Allen saw the last chain crumble in front of him, and the crumbs flew in all directions like sparks from fireworks, falling faster than the floaters to a place beyond the vitreous that he could not see.Then everything cleared up.It turns out that other than this person, he also held the so-called guilt and nostalgia, imprisoning himself...

Mana D. Campbell, thank you.

The lights were all dimmed, only the disc hanging from the zenith glowed with faint blue fluorescence.The audience held their breath.

The rose-red lights around the organ first illuminate the pipes that line the wall, as if a magnificent staircase has been pulled down from the sky.Then the audience began to applaud one after another like waves hitting the reef.

The cello and double bass played, a flute played leisurely, the violin and clarinet followed, and the drums joined in rhythmically... Mana stood in the middle of the orchestra, a beam of light illuminated his dark red suit from the bottom of his feet , He pressed the keyboard with one hand, raised the other hand high, and turned his wrists in half a circle to gather them together, and the melodies seemed to be attracted and gathered little by little, and the ensemble was completely natural.

The 5-minute magnificent movement was hidden in the vibrato of the string orchestra, and Allen wondered dizzily why this chapter ended so quickly, and whether it was too short.

He noticed, vaguely, that Mana raised his hand far away.He only had time to sit up straight before a spotlight beam of pure white light fell from the top of his head.

Allen saw Mana smiling at him, the smile was shining brightly.

He lowered his head, put his hands on the piano, touched the cold keys with his ten fingers, and pressed the music.

When the piano solo is played, the harmony of the violins also emerges as the times require.Mana turned his head and saw the young man surrounded by the spotlight, with short white hair and a white tuxedo, his face was still slightly pale even after a thick layer of blush was applied by the makeup artist...he was in front of the shiny black grand piano Arched back, looks thin and anxious.

"You spread your broad and soft wings from the gurgling Thames River, ride the wind, and ride the wind back. The white doves hovering on the river, swaying through the morning mist, passing through the warm sunshine, came to you. "

I don't know which morning when I got up early to practice the piano, Mana D. Campbell stood behind Allen and said softly.

"You close your eyes."

Allen obediently closed his eyes, and a gentle wind tugged at his sleeves.

"You hear the larks singing in your ears, you taste the sweetness in the wind, and the sun is golden and crisp. You drink a pinch of alcohol from the Thames River, squint your eyes and turn your head when you are warm and intoxicated, and the person you love most stands there in front of you."

Allen's body trembled visibly with the naked eye.

"That's such a rare situation in England. If you're tired of the fog and haze in London, think of that scene. If you hate the rain, think of the sun. If you can't escape the wind, think of your hair." It looks like it's raised."

"Have you understood?"

Allen nodded: "I understand."

So when he played the melody again, Mana's eyes suddenly got wet.Dear boy, this is the only hope I have left, and I convey it all to you.In the gentle sunset of Salisbury, in the pure sky of Greenwich, leave your eternal smile.

The hall lights shifted to a soft sky blue.Allen raised his head, not sure if it was a psychological effect, he felt groggy and his cheeks were hot.He was a little flustered in his heart. From his perspective, he could clearly see the densely packed audience in the audience, but everything in front of him could not be properly transmitted to his brain through the retina.His melody was getting farther and farther away from him, and he had to struggle to catch it.

Sweat formed on his forehead, and his hands were soaked in sweat, and there was some coolness like cherry blossom petals in his palms.Those petals came from the other side of the distant continental plate, but the hands that danced on the keys could not hold it.

Later, everyone who heard that performance remembered this pale young man. He was a pianist invited by a folk orchestra, and his name was unknown.His ten fingers contain a huge aura, which is tear-jerking, life and death... Of course, it is people's exaggerated memory completion of the disappearing genius. No one will know that this young man can't read music. Someone wrote behind him The most beautiful music supports him, and no one will ever know whether the tears in his eyes are due to the glare of the light or emotion when he pressed the last chord and looked up at the spotlight.

The movements fell one by one like spring rain. In the following time, Allen restrained his emotions and played quietly.The spotlight moved away from the top of his head, and the position of the piano dimmed again, half hidden in the soft light of the overhead light, as mysterious as a wisp of smoke.

When the music reached its final rest in the smoke, Mana turned back to look at the person sitting in front of the piano again.

The light illuminated the beads of sweat on his forehead, and his face was dazed, as if he had just been sent back from another world that only belonged to him.As if sensing the scorching gaze from this side, he straightened up, tilted his head with a smile, a little smug and mischievous.Then Mana laughed too.

Allen was pulled by his left and right hands and stood in a horizontal row with his friends, bowing to the applause audience.Then he left the stage. Compared with the elegant performance before, it seemed like an instant.He felt blurred in front of his eyes, and seemed not to be used to the sudden brightness of the lights after more than 30 minutes of confusion.

The partners who returned to the lounge began to discuss happily about holding a celebration banquet to reward everyone's exhaustion from hard training all night. A topic centered on where to go to have a good time at night quickly developed.The boys want to go to SOHO to watch a football game, but there are many older ladies among their companions. They may prefer to drink a bottle of Burgundy in a high-end restaurant and then go home early to rest.

A man proposed to let the ladies make this decision, but was rejected by the female companions.Miranda was even more frightened and quickly waved her hands: "I can go anywhere, as long as you arrange it."

"Perhaps we should let our piano prince make this choice. Walker, what do you think?"

Allen closed his eyes.

The dizziness of the brain has not been relieved since the stage, and now it is intensifying and eroding the brain nerves. The pains with very short intervals come unexpectedly, like being hit by a blunt object on the brain.Unable to see, Allen heard Waxa screaming his name in a trance, and someone was slapping his face, but these feelings were quickly overwhelmed by the loud buzzing of blood churning in his brain.

"Would you like to try again?"

Rhodes yelled as he watched him get off the car, "I think I can do it too... You have endured so much pain, why don't you give yourself an easier way to go?"

"There is no way out. Exchange extreme pain for the best thing, it must be pain." He turned his head back at that time, pointed to his throat with a smile, "I lost my language, but my brain is very clear, better than before. Anytime..."

At that time, Rhodes' golden pupils were as bright as two ambers: "But what if you can't wait! What if you can't get through the pain?"

He blinked vigorously, squeezed out a layer of sour moisture from the retina, and finally found a pair of honey-colored eyes from the haze, so tremblingly touched the other's sleeve, and caught them.

"Don't tell him..."

Wax Flower on the side rushed forward to support the unconscious man in pain, and turned his head to see that the expression of the man being grabbed was even weirder.

"Why would he say that?"

Mana smiled bitterly: "Probably, he thought he was going to die."

When Kanda walked out of the auditorium, it was still calm, only a few people whispered in their seats, and Tiedore was waiting for him at the back door of the auditorium, telling him that he just got the news from the Internet, and the concert was over. .

"I know you want to call your little boyfriend right now and come over right away," Tiedore continued his usual style of ignoring the students' reactions, blinking playfully, "but not now, you remember Mr. Belfast Is it? He called me in advance and told me to get him the kid who was whimsical throughout the speech. After thinking about it, I decided to intercept you at the back door... Now it seems that I guessed it right. "

Kanda held his forehead and felt a thin layer of sweat: "What does he want to do?"

He thought for a while, and then sneered: "There should be quite a few people he wants to meet this time, right?"

Probably because he was too happy, Tiedore was not angry: "No, no, no, you are the only one I want to see this time."

"Do you understand what I mean? Little bastard," seeing the other party startled, Tiedore rapped his chest hard, "This mentor is very optimistic about you. If you don't talk nonsense to me, then the internship is a certainty. It's over."

"……Oh."

Tiedore didn't speak any more, rolled up the handout in his hand and threw it on that head.

"In the evening, I'll treat you guys to BBQ. After the arrangements are made over there, pack up your things and wait for me at the gate. I have fresh meat and sausages. Just remember to buy some wine."

Kanda felt a headache when he thought of the party where a group of lunatics reveled in the wild and smelled of wine, but considering the old gentleman's careful care all the time and the hospitality of this treat, he still nodded.

"I'm leaving, and I don't buy wine."

"Stinky boy," Tiedore looked at his back and scolded with a smile, "I'm so excited about getting an internship opportunity that I don't want to talk to an old man like me? If you're so interested, you still have to pretend that you don't care. I'm tired of you."

Kanda, who hadn't gone far, turned around after hearing this, and handed him a sharp eye.

The mentor who had met before was an old man who was as kind and strict as Tiedore. His eyes were so cloudy that he couldn't tell what the pupil color was, but he easily recognized this man with only two faces. Yuan's Japanese students.

"But you have to think clearly, the professional direction of the Oxford Medical Department is more academic than applied, focusing on upper-level foundation rather than lower-level extension. If, according to what Professor Eidore said, you are motivated by...or driven by a certain person, I It is not recommended for you to study further, you can finish your major at the University of Manchester and find a good job, that is enough.”

"That's just one reason," Kanda said. "He is very important, and he is indeed one of my motivations. But more importantly, he is getting better. I don't want to let myself be at a disadvantage. As for the specific content, I have nothing to do with him." It doesn't matter much."

Belfast looked at him with a serious expression for a while, but still couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you are not too stupid, Kanda Yu, I very much welcome you to Oxford, I hope you can gain useful experience here Accumulation. But on the other hand, I think you also understand that I have no shortage of interns."

"How does this internship program... differ from CPT in the US?"

"You can also see the difference. This project is only a short period of three months, and the target has no other unit except the university. Or you can understand it as something between exchange students and CPT."

"What about the follow-up development? You won't force me to work in the UK after graduation to get a certificate?" Kanda raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, are you planning to go back home?"

"Is that weird?"

"No, you misunderstood, young man." The professor waved his hand, "I just want to know your plan for yourself. Young people of your age are often too confused and uncertain about the future. If you are an exception, then these three Months will do more with less for you."

"This set of materials includes a detailed planning book, please take a good look at it," he pulled out a bound document from his handbag, "after three months, fill in everything that needs to be filled out, use this Exchange certificates with Oxford... I'll have to talk to someone else about it. Sorry, it's just you, but that doesn't mean there won't be any in the future."

Kanda took the materials and watched the professor who came and went like the wind leave his sight with an indescribable expression.

He straightened the suit on his body facing the glass door outside the auditorium. He wondered if the formal dress outlined the man's sharp figure, giving people who always wear loose clothes an illusion. I seem to have lost some weight.Oh yes, how long has it been since he had a snack?Thanks to the bean sprouts that he eats on a plate with him... That guy must be tossing their celebration party with his friends now and forgetting about it.He gritted his teeth and thought, should he settle the score with him when we meet, or scold him on the phone right now?

He took out his mobile phone, found the number in the call log that had not been called for some time and fell to the second page, pressed the dial button, and there was a notification sound of shutting down the phone, so he became even more angry.

He dug out Link's phone number—he had reluctantly saved it back when the man introduced him to the speech rehabilitation specialist Culos Marianne, but he didn't expect it to be useful.He asked the man to tell him about Allen's current situation in an extremely hostile tone, and accepted him with great anger after being hit by the expected ridicule such as "why does my man want me?" Waiting for a call back request.

"Hey, it's raining again!"

There was an exclamation from outside the door, and several girls who had just walked out returned with their heads in their arms, shouting loudly to go back to the classroom to get their umbrellas.While shaking the rain from the corners of their skirts, they saw Kanda standing at the door in a daze, so they said hello.

"Little handsome guy, it's raining outside, go back and get an umbrella!"

Kanda looked outside the door. It has been overcast and windy since this morning. The heavy rain did not come without warning. The rainwater had already washed on the glass door to form mottled marks, and the man's body reflected on it was blurred. Distorted and blurred.The sky turned into an obscure color close to firewood gray, Manda outside the auditorium seemed to be exposed to a layer of smoke, the canopy of the sycamore tree outside the building drooped, only some classical buildings that could be vaguely identified as brick red and a few buildings that had only dark colors The silhouetted modern buildings intertwine with each other, and under the baptism of the rain filter, they are harmonious but different.With such a heavy rain, London is also falling, right?That guy's party is probably ruined.

While he was gloating in his trance, Link's call came back quickly.

"Kanda Yu, I advise you to go to London as soon as possible."

"What do you mean?" Kanda's heart tightened.

"Walker has sudden symptoms. My accompanying doctor friend has arranged for him to be admitted to the hospital, and he will be in the operating room in an hour and a half. Alright, I'm packing my backpack and I'm going to buy a train ticket...do I need to buy one for you?"

"When did it happen?" Kanda asked tremblingly, "Didn't he tell me?"

"He seems reluctant to let you know. After all, today is also your important day. Your speech is over? Then go with me to find him."

"..."

"OK, don't ask me any more, what was thinking in your dull brain has been automatically transmitted to me through the communication signal. Kanda Yu, I just want to say one thing, my doctor friend is not eating Doctor Baifan, I hope you will let go of your endless worrying attitude.

Link laughed softly: "Then...accompany him through this test safely."

-TBC.