Chapter 747 The Girl Playing the Piano
It was like a distant song coming from a dream, with a hint of piano sound, soft and hazy, making people fall into misty memories.
As I grow older, recalling the past becomes more and more sad, because every time I wake up from a dream, looking at the hair falling on my hands and the aging face in the mirror, I will realize more and more deeply that the midsummer that was as sour and sweet as lemon will never appear in my life again.
The time that was wasted unconsciously and casually in the past is like water poured on the ground. No matter how hard you grab it, even if your fingers are rubbed and bleeding, it will not return to your hands.
Everything is like a rumbling train moving forward, and countless scenes are rapidly moving backwards. Those things that were once loved, hated, laughed at, and cried for have become gradually forgotten strangers.
The piano sound is still there, the playing fingers sometimes jump and sometimes fall on the keys, the slender fingers, the light pink nails, the unchanged skin, are still exactly the same as more than 20 years ago, as if just looking at the figure sitting in front of the piano and swaying gently, one can freeze his life in that most prosperous and beautiful age.
This is a small class reunion, with only more than 20 people present, many of whom are wearing professional uniforms, some are more formal dresses, and some are still a simple plaid shirt, sitting quietly in the corner, looking at the dreamy and hazy back in the distance through the slightly thick lenses on the bridge of the nose.
"Hello, my name is Tilan."
A long time ago in the summer, during the break, two girls introduced themselves to the new classmate. The black-haired girl was a little shy, but with the encouragement of her companions, she still bravely said the first sentence.
The boy opposite was also a little restrained. He was not very old, but he wore very thick glasses. He didn't dare to look at the two little princess-like girls in front of him. Inferiority spread like weeds in his heart. The more he saw the light and wind, the more uncomfortable he felt.
He should stay in a dark corner where no one cares, not here.
However, he didn't want the girl in front of him to show a disappointed expression. He could see that the girl also mustered up a lot of courage to talk to him. If he didn't answer, the other party would also be shocked.
"My name is..." He started to introduce himself, but because of nervousness, he spoke too fast and his pronunciation was unclear.
"My name is David, David, David." His face flushed and he tried to speak slower and repeated it several times so that the other party could understand.
After finishing this paragraph, it seemed that he had used up all his strength, and then he lowered his head like an ostrich, feeling that he didn't perform well again, even though he wanted to leave a good impression on the other party.
The faint regret mixed with bitter inferiority made him want to find a crack in the ground to hide in, or he should act indifferent, put on armor, and ignore the popular girl in front of him.
In just a few seconds, his mind seemed to have experienced hundreds of years of historical dynasties. Finally, he realized that the other party seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and then he carefully raised his head.
Unexpectedly, this time he happened to meet that pair of beautiful eyes, the dark eyes were a little smart and curious, without the scrutiny, impatience, and contempt he often saw, like a pure stream and mountain spring, without worldly prejudice and narrow-mindedness.
This kind of beauty that goes straight to the bottom of his heart, just a glance, made him remember it for many years and he could never forget it.
After that, the two sides talked some more, but he couldn't remember the content clearly. He just vaguely remembered that the class was divided into groups, and he happened to be in the same group with this girl. In
their subsequent study career, the total conversation between them did not exceed 20 sentences. Perhaps many years later, the other party had already forgotten him.
Time flies, and now he is almost 40 years old, and the back of the figure sitting in front of the piano is still as flawless and beautiful as in his memory, with a soft and smart breath.
Unfortunately, these twenty years have not made him a big shot worth mentioning. He is still just an ordinary person, running around in the workplace, doing a tiring and uninnovative job. If he told his colleagues that he was going to attend a singer's birthday party tonight, he would probably be laughed at.
But the figure sitting not far away playing the piano did not make him a joke.
Touched, sad, vicissitudes, nostalgia, regret, and various emotions were like an overturned seasoning bottle, making him sigh.
However, today, let's put aside the withered and yellowed inferiority and regret, and listen quietly to this rare song and piano sound. If you miss this wonderful experience with wild thoughts, it would be like creating new regrets for yourself.
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The song lingered, soft and dreamy, making everyone in the room listen attentively. Some people looked nostalgic, some smiled slightly, some seemed to be in a dream, and some seemed to make some resolutions in the song.
Under the warm light, the fingertips leaped up and down like butterflies again and again. As the song sang softly, the girl closed her eyes and recalled. The pictures in her memory appeared one after another, as if chasing a colorful huge oil painting. The solidified brushstrokes in it even felt a little rough.
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Gradually, the singing stopped, and the fingers slowly stroked the last scale, leaving a lingering sound that made people reminisce and reluctant to leave.
The performance ended, and the girl with her back to the crowd slowly stood up. She put her hands on her side and gently adjusted her dress. The subtle movements were still a bit cute as when she was a child. Then she turned around, and her eyes were like orchids in the dark night, exuding gentle tranquility.
The stubbornness and crampedness that were once revealed because of youth and anxiety have now faded away and disappeared in the depths of her pupils. The blue flower cuffs covering the back of her hands protruded from the black dress, like the stamens of a night orchid, showing the slenderness of the girl's wrists.
At this time, she gently pressed her chest with one hand, bent over to thank everyone, and then said: "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party."
Then, there were bursts of light applause in the room, followed by a lively reminiscing. Everyone gathered around Tilan and talked, and she slowly scanned the classmates who came today, comparing the names in her memory.
Tilan is still the same as she was in high school, with a beautiful figure and a bit of girlish softness, but many people present are completely different from the past. Some have gained weight, some have changed their temperament, some are ordinary and introverted, and some are high-spirited.
Looking at the classmates who have changed a lot from her memory, Tilan also has a lot of feelings in her heart. The last time she saw these classmates was ten years ago. The next time she sees them again, I am afraid that the children of these classmates will be as tall as her.
Thinking of those children who looked similar to her and were calling her aunt, Tilan felt a little weird. She wondered how those senior singers got used to it. Although they were not like her who could remain at around 18 years old for special reasons, the Federation's technology and many extraordinary creations could indeed greatly delay the onset of aging, making many singers look like they were 20 even when they were 60 years old.
Well, there are also elves who are naturally blessed. Elves in their seventies are still in adolescence.
Thoughts in her mind turned quickly, Tilan nodded to several classmates in front of her, then walked through the small circle formed by them, and continued to greet those who were sitting farther away. After all, it was a rare gathering, and she didn't want to miss everyone and remember their current appearance.
If the memories of childhood are a puzzle, although she holds the largest piece, many other fragments of details fall on those who spent their childhood with her. Whenever she sees a face, the memories related to it will emerge in her mind, and those common experiences once again enrich the picture of memories and remind her of many forgotten things.
Watching these former classmates grow and change, she felt that her state of mind has also changed a lot.
Everyone's experience is limited, but we can see other possible branches of life from those familiar peers, and then enrich our understanding of the world, but when understanding, it is often accompanied by the sadness that time is hard to return.
"Tilan, do you still remember everyone here?" Yilin picked up a glass of sweet sparkling drink and walked over, handing it to Tilan who had been playing for a while.
"Yeah, I still remember." Tilan took the cup, held it in her palm, and answered with her eyes blinking.
Whether as a singer or a high-ranking extraordinary person, her memory is exceptionally good, and naturally she will not forget everyone here.
"How about I test you?" Yilin looked at the girl, tilted her head and smiled.
"Okay."
Tilan also smiled and responded. She understood that Yilin saw that everyone was restrained and wanted her to liven up the atmosphere. After all, her current status is too high, even the most familiar classmates in the past will be nervous in front of her.
"Then I'll start." Yilin took Tilan's hand.
After that, this childhood best friend took Tilan to meet one unfamiliar classmate after another.
The two stopped in front of a plump classmate. The other party had a round head and a white shirt on. It was difficult to hide the ball-like body.
"Do you remember this person?" Yilin turned around and asked. The other party also looked at the two with a smile while holding a wine glass.
"Maybe McGee?" Tilan thought about it.
"Yes." The other party laughed and answered.
"Tilan still remembers me, which makes me so proud, haha." He now runs a small company and lives a good life. Now he has two teenage daughters, but they are not brought with him.
"McGee used to be silly in class and said that he would be a chef in the future." Yilin talked about the interesting things in elementary school.
"At that time, McGee was not fat and very energetic." Tilan's eyes moved slightly, talking about the boy who was active in the class in her memory.
Then McGee talked about his current situation. Although he is not a chef, he does run a catering company, which can be regarded as fulfilling his childhood expectations.
"Next is this one." Yilin pulled Tilan forward and stopped in front of a standing man in a purple shirt.
He was thin, with medium-length hair, a long face, and a pearl on one ear. At this moment, he had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a wine glass. He was a little unprepared for Yilin to pull Tilan over.
"Remember?" Yilin tilted her head and blinked at Tilan.
"This should be Huo Li." Tilan's slender fingers gently pressed her chin, looking at the man opposite who had misaligned his eyes.
"Yes, that's the Huo Li who likes to bully you." Yilin spoke with a slightly teasing tone.
"Ahem, Yilin, classmate Yilin, those were all too young and ignorant in the past." The other party stood a little uneasy and even avoided Tilan's sight.
In Tilan's memory, Huo Li was a classmate who sat in the back row of the classroom. He was a little smart, but always liked to make some small calculations to make others look bad. Because Tilan was timid at that time, he also teased Tilan and made her cry. Later, it was Yilin who comforted her.
"What is Huo Li doing now?" Tilan asked curiously, looking at the man in the purple shirt who turned sideways.
"I'm probably in the art field. I do a lot of things, such as image design, clothing modification, and occasionally helping people make some ornaments." He turned his head and answered.
"Yeah, that's also good." Although Tilan didn't know the specific situation of the other party now, with the powerful perception of the singer, she felt that the other party was not so unbearable.
Perhaps in these years, he has also experienced many experiences. She silently blessed these former classmates in her heart, and then continued to follow Yilin to the next person.
Kainuo, Chen Zhiyu, Jian Buyan, these popular figures in the class almost don't need Yilin to introduce them. Tilan can recognize them at a glance. For other classmates who have less contact, because they have rarely communicated in the past, after these years of changes, she has to try to guess before she can be sure.
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"What about this one?" Yilin pulled Tilan to the last corner.
The figure sitting in front of Tilan stood up slightly restrained. Although he was a little fat, Tilan quickly guessed his name from the thick glasses and simple clothes.
"It's David." She remembered that he was one of the few students in the class who spoke less than she did.
"Yes." The other party smiled shyly and turned his head away.
Seeing this subconscious action, the girl instantly recalled the overlapping figure in her memory. Although his appearance changed a lot, his personality really didn't change at all.
"What kind of job is David doing now?" Tilan was a little curious again.
"I work in a media company, doing some text sorting and preparation work." Compared with those glamorous jobs, his job is like ordinary pond water, dull and mediocre.
"Is that so." Tilan nodded slightly, lowered her eyes, and then raised them again.
"I remember David used to love reading." In the class, David was the one who liked to stay in the corner with a book in his arms.
"Yeah."
The other party replied briefly. He was very grateful that Tilan still remembered these details, but he was not good at speaking and could not respond cleverly and appropriately, so in the end he could only respond to this word with a buzzing sound like a fish spitting out bubbles in stagnant water.
Fortunately, there is a special existence in the world, such as a singer. Even if she doesn't speak, she can understand the ups and downs of your emotions. This silent understanding is also the most gentle and powerful force in the world, breaking through the layers of barriers in the world and connecting closed hearts.
"I know, David really wants to write the story in his heart."
The girl's voice is like the thinnest golden thread falling into the depths of this ordinary soul, lifting up the dusty original dream bit by bit.
"I will wait for the day when you finish writing the story, because I really want to know what kind of moving and lively world it will be."
Such a sentence, like the sound of a bell at dawn, broke through the hazy mist and woke up the figure who had been wandering and lost for a long time.
Maybe there is still wet mud and withered weeds around, but the heart in the flesh and blood has never been so lively.
Life has not stopped, and everything will continue to move forward.
"Yes, I will." David closed his eyes and answered, feeling something warm flowing from the corners of his eyes.
It's really embarrassing. I'm obviously not a child anymore.
It may be that the me in my heart has never grown up.
Even if I am gray-haired, I will continue to chase and run towards the bright sun.
Maybe that is the freshness and beauty of life .
Sorry everyone~ I haven't updated these days.
There are a lot of things to do, such as New Year's greetings and relatives coming to my house, various details of decorating the new house, and busy attending blind dates introduced by relatives. Many things are squeezed together
. In just two weeks, I have been impacted by many realities and memories, and I have also produced many unspeakable emotions
. It is true that there have been great changes, whether it is myself, others, or this world...
(End of this chapter)
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