It’s the third time.

The second time Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan met - no, to be precise, it was Shi Yan's one-sided meeting with Sheng Yuan, was on an ordinary night.

At that time.

Shi Yan finished his part-time job and came out of the mall.

The store manager caught up with him and tried desperately to persuade Shi Yan to work for him for a long time. The reason was that Shi Yan had a good appearance and a good temperament, and he was a living signboard when he stood at the door.

The store manager offered a hefty salary, but Shi Yan declined.

The handsome young man said this and turned and left.

Nobody knows.

In fact, he had no unspeakable difficulties, nor was he short of money.

He just wanted to stay in this mall.

It was not an attempt to see that person again, nor was it with the idea of ​​waiting for that person. It was purely because that person appeared in this mall, that's all.

At that time, it was 7:30 in the evening.

The square outside the mall is very lively, with vendors setting up stalls, aunties and uncles doing square dancing for fitness, and pedestrians who invite each other to go shopping together.

The hustle and bustle.

However, Shi Yan went against the noise and walked quietly in the opposite direction of everyone else.

Just at this moment.

The large screen above his head behind him switched on, and a clear self-introduction was heard.

"The fifteenth contestant, Sheng Yuan."

Shi Yan suddenly stopped where he was, thinking he had heard it wrong, but he still turned around immediately.

On the big screen was a video recording of a violin competition.

In the picture.

The girl's face is still childish, but it can't hide her liveliness and delicacy.

You can tell at first glance that some people grew up in an ivory tower. Her nobility and confidence always attract people's attention.

Especially the concentration and freedom when she plays the violin.

Even people who don't know much about violin will be attracted by it.

The people in the square subconsciously stopped what they were doing, looked up, and looked at the shining girl on the screen.

Shi Yan is one of these people.

When the song is over, I wake up from a dream.

The girl let go of the strings, raised her eyes, and looked towards the camera, as if she was looking at someone through the screen.

She curled her lower lip slightly, and there was light shining in her beautiful, watery almond eyes.

Shi Yan stood there in a daze.

The boy, who was only sixteen years old, didn't know what love at first sight meant.

He could only clearly feel the rhythm of his heartbeat in his chest fluctuating uncontrollably. His ears couldn't stop getting hot. All the people and objects around him disappeared, leaving only this stare.

At this moment, he seemed to see the bright moon.

A crescent moon hangs far away on the edge, shining brightly.

He never imagined that he could get close to this bright moon, let alone that one day "it" would come over, walk towards him and "wave" in front of him.

“…”

"Shi Yan, what are you staring at?"

The girl had just stepped off the stage. She was still wearing a dress embroidered with flower buds, which made her look pretty and eye-catching.

She held the bow in one hand, bent down, and approached Shi Yan, who looked dazed. She raised her thin white arm and waved it in front of his eyes in confusion.

Shi Yan still looked up at her.

Just like when I saw her on the screen in the shopping mall three years ago.

There was a throbbing emotion in his dark eyes.

"I'm asking you." Seeing that Shi Yan didn't say anything, she moved closer and asked again, "Hmm?"

Shi Yan came back to his senses, his eyelashes drooping in panic, and he returned to his reserved look, saying in a low voice: "No."

He handed the shawl he had been holding in his arms to Sheng Yuan.

Sheng Yuan didn't answer.

The girl put down the violin. One second she was the elegant violinist on the stage, attracting everyone's attention. The next second she curled up on the sofa, leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and returned to her lazy state.

"worn out."

A section of the girl's fluffy embroidered skirt fell on Shi Yan's trouser leg.

Shi Yan lowered his eyelashes and took a look, then carefully took away the skirt and put it back, then spread out the shawl without saying a word and covered her with it in a way that would not touch her.

* at the same time.

A "riot" is happening in Sheng Yi's lounge backstage.

The girl who always maintained the image of a lady now looked extremely hideous, her face gloomier than ever before. She screamed furiously and swept away all the items on the dressing table.

The sound of breaking suddenly filled the room.

She still felt it was not enough, so she picked up the expensive cello that she had played with day and night, picked it up and threw it hard to the ground, breaking it into pieces. Finally, she stomped on it very hard with her foot.

"Xiao, Xiao Yi..."

The young assistant had already huddled aside in fear. She had never seen Sheng Yi so terrifying.

Ever since Sheng Yuan finished her performance and stepped down from the stage, everyone's attention was drawn to her.

The young assistant has been following Sheng Yi for quite some time, and she knows the relationship between Sheng Yuan and Sheng Yi.

Sheng Yi is fine on weekdays, but as soon as the name "Sheng Yuan" is mentioned, Sheng Yi becomes as if facing a formidable enemy and falls into a morbid state of anxiety.

It's like a stress response.

After putting on her new high-heeled glasses, Sheng Yi would open her phone, look at Sheng Yuan's photo and ask her assistant who looks better between her and herself.

When buying new jewelry, Sheng Yi would find the jewelry that Sheng Yuan had and ask the assistant which one was more valuable.

When practicing the piano, Sheng Yi would suddenly put down the strings and ask her assistant who played the piano better, Sheng Yuan or her.

The person Sheng Yuan, the name Sheng Yuan, is like Sheng Yi's Achilles' heel.

The slightest touch will cause intense stress.

"Xiao Yi, the specific scores haven't been announced yet. You practiced the violin day and night, and you will never be outdone by Sheng Yuan. The gold medal will still be yours."

The young assistant tried to comfort Sheng Yi.

But it's no use.

…

evening.

Sheng Feng came back from Sheng’s by car.

"Old sir, please go in and take a look. Miss Sheng Yi has locked herself in her room since she came back and has not eaten." Aunt Wu walked up to Sheng Feng and reported with a worried look on her face.

Sheng Feng had already heard about today's events on the way back, so there was not much surprise on his face when he heard what Wu Ma said.

He went upstairs, to the door of Sheng Yi's room and knocked.

Immediately, a heavy object hit the door through the panel, with a loud bang.

"Get out! Get out!" Sheng Yi's hysterical voice came.

Sheng Feng's voice was full of pressure: "Sheng Yi."

There was a sudden silence from inside the door.

Sheng Feng: "Open the door."

Next second.

The door was opened from the inside.

Sheng Yi did not change her clothes. She was still wearing the dress she wore for the competition. However, the originally luxurious dress now looked like a wrinkled rag. Sheng Yi's hair was messy and her makeup was smudged. She had obviously been crying and looked disheveled.

Sheng Feng looked at Sheng Yi like this, frowned, and scolded: "Look at you, what have you become!"

"Grandpa." Sheng Yi seemed to have suffered a great injustice, and complained: "My limelight today was all stolen by Sheng Yuan! How can I swallow this!"

Sheng Feng seemed to not want to hear Sheng Yi's complaints after her "failure", so he spoke directly in an imperative tone: "Hurry up and wash your face. If you still look like this before Miss Zhu's birthday party tomorrow night and can't adjust yourself, then don't be Sheng Feng's granddaughter."

After saying this, Sheng Feng turned and left. (End of this chapter)