Chapter 58

Song Ziheng's heart is tight, but there is no redundant expression, just nodded, calm appearance.

Chu Mingyao rubbed his hair in a gentle voice: "Ziheng, it's good to have more friends, but you can't say your name. After all, you know it's a mess out there, and your identity is special. It's not good if you're taken advantage of by someone who wants to. "

Song Ziheng continued to nod, eyes quiet.

Chu Mingyao looked at him for a few seconds, and then said, "this weekend, I have nothing to do. Let's go on an outing together. When we get back, we'll see our parents on the way."

Song Ziheng is shocked. He doesn't know whether the girl he met today will go to the cemetery too. If he meets

What came to his mind, he wrote on the paper: "brother, I don't want to go out on weekends. I want to draw design drawings at home."

Chu Mingyao laughed: "you are really like your sister. She used to like to stay at home all day long. It's not easy to ask her out! Well, it's up to you. Next time. "

He looked at Song Ziheng for a while and then turned to leave.

In the room, the boy picked up the next cup to drink water, and he found that there were cold sweats in his palms.

That night, Song Yi people sat in the fountain square in the center of Ning City, looking at the neon sky, and knew that song Ziheng could not come.

Chu Mingyao was so careful! She felt a faint chill in her heart. For a moment, the whole person seemed to be surrounded by cold.

Here, is the bustling commercial district of Ningcheng. In front of her is a beautiful music fountain. On top of her head, there is a huge LED screen across a street on both sides of the East and the West. On the huge dome of the screen, a video is playing.

At the end of the song, the picture gradually darkens. Then, there is soft music, and then, the screen begins to fall snow.

Artificial light and shadow snowflakes fall from the dome, and the white light and shadow, like willow catkins, flutter down and cover the whole street.

All of a sudden, the traffic on the road slowed down, and the whole world seemed to be infected with unspeakable romance because of this snow.

Song Yi people stood up and raised their fingers. They saw that the snow-white light and shadow fell from the fingers, one by one, stained with her long hair and eyelashes, and then disappeared.

There was light in her eyes, and her voice was very light, as if she only said to herself: "Ziheng, it's snowing..."

At the moment, in a black car on the busy road, Gong Lingye behind Pei junchong in the co driver's seat opened his mouth: "president, Ningcheng street is really unique..."

Gong Lingye hears the speech and looks out of the window

"Stop." Palace Ling night command way.

The driver wondered why the boss suddenly let the car stop, but still slowed down the speed and parked the car smoothly on the street.

"You go back to the hotel." Gong Ling night said, put the document down, just took the mobile phone and opened the door.

Pei Jun in front is still hesitating: "president, you yourself..."

"I'll go back by myself." Palace Ling night said, has gone to the snow filled place.

He stood at one end of the street and his eyes fell on the pretty figure on the other.

He has never seen her like this, the whole person bathes in that piece of white light shadow, the hand piously raises, goes to pick up that does not have the cold touch snowflake.

There was a lot of noise around her, and she stood there quietly. The whole person seemed to be the only silence in the world.

From the stereo on both sides of the big screen overhead, a low magnetic song came: "gently, it falls on my palm. Still, frozen in the palm. Meet, is predestined. The pain and the joy. "

Song Yi people standing in the snow, eyes color has a brief loss.

"It's so cold. Pretend, it's just exhortation. Tears do not believe. In this life, it's like paper. "

Gong Ling night across the road, looking at the distance from his seven or eight meters away from the girl. He didn't come forward, just looked at her calmly.

The music goes on: "I listen slowly, the sound of snow falling, close my eyes and imagine it will not stop. You can't get close to it. It's not too sentimental. It's just greedy for the beautiful scenery outside the window. "

Song Yi looked at a small shop on the street and walked over.

At the door, there is a two-year-old baby is reaching for snow, cheek is pure smile.

Behind him, a young couple were laughing and saying something. On the plaque on the top of his head, there were several words: "Yan Zhao qin line."

Song Yi people see them, lips overflow a void smile, she continues to approach.

Not far behind, Gong Ling night also followed, but kept a distance of seven or eight meters with her.

The snow is falling more and more, and the music has already reached a climax. The singer's low magnetic voice is dizzy in the whole street full of summer snow: "I slowly taste the sound of snow falling, as if you are next to me called Qing Qing. Open your eyes, the snow all over the sky is merciless, who will compensate for the good time of life... "

Gong Ling night heard the last sentence, not from raising his head, looking at the top of the big screen.

At the moment, his eyes are occupied by snowflakes, knowing that it is all artificial light and shadow, but he can't help but lift his hand to touch the pieces of crystal clear hexagon."Who's going to pay for the good time in my life..."

Song Yi people sighed and went to the door of the Qin company.

"Hello! Did you come to see Qin? " Asked the young woman.

Song Yi man shook his head, hesitated for two seconds, and said, "can I borrow your piano to play it?"

The woman was confused, but she nodded at once: "OK!"

With that, she picked up the baby at the door: "baby, we listen to the beautiful sister playing the piano!"

The little guy obviously preferred playing with snow, so he twisted his body and didn't want to go in.

At the moment, Song Yi is sitting in front of the piano.

She raised her hand and her slender white fingertips fell on the keys.

And just at this time, the song has just ended, but the snow is still hanging over this romantic city.

Gong Ling night looked at the door inclined to his song Yi people, his eyes through the crystal clear snow, fell on her face.

Her expression was quiet, but he read some sad smell.

The familiar melody is flowing in my ears, which is the song he missed, the sound of stepping on the snow.

When he heard her play the piano on the phone that day, he had imagined what it would be like.

He thought about a lot, but only at this moment, found that all the imagination and now her, are too pale and thin.

She sat there quietly, and her face was covered with a layer of bright and soft light by the light in the piano. Behind her is a piece of light strange mottled, neon color if sky que flowing fire, snow-white crystal, and for the whole world plated with a layer of hazy.

He stood in the snow, his eyes were still on her, listening to the concert she had given him.

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