——What is love?
Is it a brainwashing agent? Or a poison? It traps a person in a small world, making him or her unable to walk out and crying day and night?
It also makes a person become a great hero, neglecting his wife and children, always bravely devoting himself to the front line of protecting the people, and not regretting that he might die heroically?
——But aren’t the former’s “love” and the latter’s “love” the same thing? Why do they lead to completely opposite results?
——Why does the former's "love" hinder the latter's "love"?
——Why does the latter’s “love” make the former’s “love” become sharp and painful?
The young child was confused. He asked the neighbor girl and the teacher, but they gave different answers, but none of them could answer his question.
Until the day when he was eight years old, Su Mingan finally got the answer to this question——
That day, Lin Wangan was smiling, which was unusual for her. Even though he played a few notes wrong, she did not hit his hand with a stick.
"Why are you so happy today, Mom?" he asked, looking up.
"Because something very happy will happen today!" She seemed to have turned into a young girl again, with a look of anticipation similar to that in the photo. Something shiny was moving in her eyes, and Su Mingan guessed that it was the sea of stars that she had long lost.
He glanced at the calendar quietly. His father was on duty today, so it was impossible for him to come home to surprise her. Today was not their wedding anniversary, and even if it was their wedding anniversary, it would be difficult for their father to come home. So why was his mother so happy?
He smelled the aroma of red bean paste. Today his mother cooked red bean porridge and put it in a bowl on the table. When she stirred it, a sticky and sweet aroma came out.
"You continue practicing, I'll go cook." Mom said this and left the room with a smile on her face.
Su Mingan continued to practice the piano, and this practice lasted at least three hours every day.
“Ding Dong—Ding Dong—”
The clock on the wall was ticking. The Moonlight Sonata was playing under his palms, and his heart was gradually filled with curiosity... Mom hadn't been this happy for a long time. He wanted to know why. He wanted to know why.
If he knew the reason why she was happy, even if she didn't want to leave here, he could create this kind of happiness at ordinary times to make her feel better.
…
[“Like a boat rocking on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland…”]
…
He stood up quietly and walked towards the door.
...Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
If the piano stopped playing for too long, his mother would notice and would scold him for not playing, and the opportunity would be gone.
At this moment, even though his fingers left the keys, he seemed to still hear the lingering "Moonlight Sonata", the notes of C sharp minor dancing beside his ears, the notes that rose and fell, the interludes of expanding and contracting fingers...
He quickened his pace, left his room, walked through the narrow corridor, and headed towards his mother's room at the end of the corridor...
…
[“…from far, far away, as if from the invisible depths of the soul, a silent voice suddenly rose. Some of the voices were melancholy, full of infinite sorrow; others were contemplative, with a stream of memories and dark omens…”]
…
My mother's door was not completely closed, leaving a gap, and the dim light spilled out, giving the pure black corridor a layer of warm color.
Su Mingan carefully placed his hand on the door. The aroma of red beans became more and more fragrant, making him want to eat that bowl of red bean paste.
Wait a little longer, until he finds out why his mother is happy, then go and eat it right away.
He gently opened the door -
“Squeak—”
The warm yellow light fell into his eyes. Everything in front of him was soft and blurry, like the moonlight still playing beside his ears.
Click.
He heard the sound of his heart stopping, like biting into a clear and crisp apple.
…
[“Facing the sea, the moonlight is rising from where the water and the sky meet. The sparkling sea surface is instantly covered with silver light. The moon rises higher and higher, passing through wisps of light clouds like gauze…”]
…
Thin and bright red blood.
The lingering high and low notes, the distinct grainy sound of the piano - from then on, they never left his ears.
Moonlight, moonlight...
The moonlight was like a veil, falling softly from the window. Through this layer of hazy yellowish mist, he saw - long jet-black hair spread all over the ground like a long winding snake, and a woman lying quietly on the bed, wearing a white chiffon dress and beautiful lipstick.
Her wrist fell into the basin of water, and strands of red stuff floated out, one by one, the bright red piercing his eyes.
It smells so good.
What a fragrant red bean paste... The sweet and gentle aroma kept slipping into his nostrils,
It turned out that the smell of blood and red bean paste blended so perfectly. He swallowed subconsciously, unable to tell whether he smelled the red bean paste in the living room or her flowing blood.
——She was so pale, almost like a thin sketch.
It turns out that what she meant today when she said "something very happy will happen" was this - she finally made up her mind to leave.
He thought about the chance glance he had this morning when he saw her sitting in front of her computer, with the screen full of online comments criticizing her piano skills. He seemed to understand the reason for her happiness.
"Mom...?" He walked in, his mind stagnant and confused.
Her gaze moved intermittently, finally landing on him.
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