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Fu Baiqiu didn't remember how she escaped upstairs, and her heart was hurt by the man's tears. She tremblingly closed the door, touched the skeleton model on the cabinet, and held it tightly in her arms.

The skeletons and white bones are thick, and the black eye holes are hideous and terrifying, but they are good medicine for her to suppress her emotions.

She curled up on the floor with the skeleton in her arms, as if she had died, until it was dark, and a street lamp was lit outside, her eyelids moved, she got up in a daze, and took her clothes to take a bath.

Shi Jinzhi made the dinner, spaghetti with bolognese sauce, the craftsmanship was acceptable, the two sat face to face without saying a word, but Shi Jinzhi's gaze was always on Fu Baiqiu's face.

"Is something on my face?"

Shi Jinzhi shook his head and concentrated on eating noodles.

Halfway through eating, she suddenly raised her head and blinked: "Maomao, you made me cry just now."

Fu Baiqiu put a fork of noodles into his mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly, not having time to speak.She didn't know what to say.

Shi Jinzhi smiled self-deprecatingly and said nothing more.

The past is a scar, and it will always hurt to uncover it. These days, she has been careful not to show the slightest desire to redeem it in front of Fu Baiqiu, but she can't help it.

And the other party was hot and cold, making people unpredictable, as if it wasn't the Mao Mao she knew before.

After eating, Fu Baiqiu took the initiative to wash the dishes, Shi Jinzhi wanted to say something, saw her icy face, swallowed his words back, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of dripping water in the kitchen, Fu Baiqiu breathed a sigh of relief.In the past, what she was worst at was coaxing people, especially Shi Jinzhi. The little princess had a very arrogant temper and was easy to get angry and cry. What, spoiled to the bone.

As for now, she will run and hide.

After washing the dishes, Fu Baiqiu turned off the water, the sound of water in the bathroom also stopped, and then the door was opened.

"Maomao, help me get my pajamas." Shi Jinzhi stuck out half of his head and shouted to the outside, "Just put it on my bed."

The corners of Fu Baiqiu's eyes twitched slightly: "Okay..."

This is Shi Jinzhi's old problem. She always forgets to take her clothes when taking a bath. In the past, there were only the two of them in the house. She often came out of the bathroom naked and put on clothes in front of her without any scruples. When they were dressed, they would put them under the quilt Go, and then have to re-shower.

Fu Baiqiu walked into the slightly larger bedroom and turned on the light.

The room is very tidy, the bedding, sheets and pillowcases are all blue, and there is a pile of staff manuscripts on the bedside table. She didn't look at it carefully, picked up the pajamas that were folded on the edge of the bed, glanced over, and found that the top was a pair of black underwear .

Silk fabric, sheer mesh version.

The thumb just pressed on a certain central position, as if there was a fire, and the sharp heat spread from the fingertips. She shook her hand, turned over her pajamas to wrap her up, turned off the light, and left in a hurry.

Before coming to the bathroom, she calmed down and knocked on the door: "Clothes."

The door opened a small crack, and white smoke curled out, and a delicate and slender hand stretched out, the back of which was stained with crystal water.Fu Baiqiu passed the clothes over, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a dark brown scar crawling on the inside of her wrist.

Before she could see clearly, the door was already closed, and a "thank you" came from the other door.

Fu Baiqiu stood where he was, staring straight at the door, with complicated thoughts in his heart, and stood there for a few minutes before going upstairs.

She was sitting in the study on the second floor with the door open, flipping through a book absently.

After a while, a deep and slow piano sound came from downstairs...

The introduction was bleak and lonely, dull and melancholy, and Fu Baiqiu heard it very familiarly, before he could recall which song it was, the sudden burst of sound clusters made her heart beat violently, her hands shook, and the book fell to the ground.

"..."

The sound group is played in quick succession, like a dead leaf blown by a strong wind, tumbling and flying in the air, drawing miscellaneous but not chaotic lines, from weak to strong, sometimes melancholy, sometimes sad and angry.

It's Chopin's Etude "Winter Wind".

Fu Baiqiu bent down to pick up the book, his temples throbbed with the emotional ups and downs of the tune, and his heartbeat was also out of order, going up and down like a roller coaster.

When the last note fell, she just breathed a sigh of relief when the calm introduction before the storm sounded again, repeating itself and bursting out again.It's just after eight o'clock, and it's not the time when it's forbidden to make noise. At the beginning, she didn't say that people should not practice the piano. It's inappropriate for her to call it off now.

Fu Baiqiu clutched his chest, stumbled downstairs, walked towards Shi Jinzhi who was immersed in venting, and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

The sound of the piano was interrupted, and the fallen leaves rolled up by the strong wind fluttered to the ground like kites with broken strings, annihilating the dust.Shi Jinzhi hung his hands in the air, raised his head in dissatisfaction, and seeing that it was Fu Baiqiu, his eyes were soft and gentle: "Maomao?"

"Is there a softer song?" Fu Baiqiu knew that she didn't like to be disturbed when practicing the piano, and felt a little guilty, his voice softened involuntarily, and he sat down next to her.

This bench is long enough to seat two people.

The shoulders of the two were close together, and the body temperature was felt through two thin layers of fabric. Shi Jinzhi stared blankly at her face that was close at hand, with a gentle smile in his eyes, his throat could not help sliding, as if a wildfire was burning in his heart.

"Ok?"

When she made a nasal sound, Shi Jinzhi didn't dare to express too much emotion, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I disturbed you."

"No." Fu Baiqiu brushed his hair, put his hand on the middle C, "I'll play "Two Tigers" for you."

When Shi Jinzhi taught her to recognize the staff, she had forgotten all about it after such a long time. She vaguely remembered how to play the numbered notation "Two Tigers", and she tried to press a few keys.

doremido, doremido, mifasol...

The timbre is round and full, and it doesn't sound like a piano that has been used for ten years. Naturally, it is expensive.Fu Baiqiu happily played it with one hand, repeated it twice, and slowly found a little feeling, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "You taught me to play "The Bee's Work" with two hands. How do you play the chords?"

At that time, her hands were uncoordinated, and she had to practice separately for several days before she learned a simple nursery rhyme.

Shi Jinzhi looked at her obsessively, bit his lower lip lightly, and used his peripheral vision to guide his fingers to press the keys of the piano to demonstrate.

"Okay." Fu Baiqiu looked at it, silently recited the melody of the right hand, and tried it for a while.

——Buzzing, buzzing, everyone is working hard together.

Her two hands were uncoordinated again, and the keys were quite heavy, and her strength was limp and hard to press, which made her feel a little discouraged.

"Mao Mao."

"Ok?"

"Do you remember... We used to skip physical education class and go to the piano room to play?" Shi Jinzhi restrained the urge to hold her hand, with bitterness in his eyes.

Fu Baiqiu's eyes were blurred, and he nodded: "Remember, I said I wanted to listen to "Flowerdance", and pestered you to play it for me."

"Then we skipped class and went to the piano room." Shi Jinzhi continued with a smile, his eyes full of memories.

"Then I was sued by the physical education teacher to the head teacher."

"Then……"

Fu Baiqiu withdrew from his memories, and interrupted lightly: "I want to listen to "Farewell." This is the purpose of her coming downstairs, to let Shi Jinzhi change to a softer song, and the passionate and manic song like "Winter Wind" Can play during the day.

"No." Shi Jinzhi frowned.

"Farewell", Chopin fell in love with a girl when he was 19 years old, and he was too shy to confess. When he left his motherland for Paris, he played this piece to the girl.Lingering love, resentment and sadness.

She didn't want to say goodbye to Mao Mao at all.

Fu Baiqiu only thought that "The Farewell" was soft and pleasant to listen to, suitable for the night, but later he remembered the allusion in it, and immediately understood why Shi Jinzhi refused.She seemed to have had a short dream, and she woke up suddenly, and found herself sitting on the piano bench, so close to Shi Jinzhi, smiling at her, and recalling the past.

what is she doing?

Confused!

Fu Baiqiu stood up abruptly: "You practice the piano, I won't bother you anymore."

"Maomao!" Shi Jinzhi grabbed the corner of her clothes, his tone almost begging, "I'll play, can you sit down and accompany me?"

Fu Baiqiu pursed his lips, gritted his teeth so that the muscles in his cheeks ached, and the thoughts in his heart were clamoring and struggling.Shi Jinzhi's hand gripping the corner of her clothes was tight, her heart hanging in her throat, the longer she froze, the more disappointment in her eyes, she wondered if she had gone too far.

Obviously they have broken up.

"I'm sorry." She let go of her hand and sniffed lightly, "Good night."

Fu Baiqiu opened his mouth and went upstairs without saying anything.

The sad and resentful "Farewell" sounded behind her. She entered the room, closed the door gently, and slid on the floor holding the skeleton model.

confused.

The piano sound lasted until ten o'clock and then stopped. I don't know how many times I have left in circles.Fu Baiqiu lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, staring into the darkness, his head was filled with chaotic thoughts, time passed by, and after twelve o'clock, she still hadn't fallen asleep.

Thirsty, she touched the bedside cup and shook it, it was empty, turned on the desk lamp, got up and poured water.

A small night light was left by the stairs, and she went to the kitchen with the warm yellow light, when she suddenly heard a faint cry, and her steps stopped.

In the dark, people's hearing will be particularly sharp. Fu Baiqiu immediately judged that the source of the sound was the big bedroom. When he walked over and took a look, the door was ajar, and the crying came out along with intermittent babbling...

Her heart tightened, and she quietly pushed the door open.

"Well...I don't take medicine...I don't take..."

The author has something to say: The first time I listened to "North Wind", I was almost scared to death. It's really - high energy ahead.

If you are interested, you can listen to Li Yundi's Dongfeng etude.