The missing memory is like a submerged lake, which makes her feel extremely empty. What is missing in her heart.
She swam on the edge of the darkness, seeking the empty part. After a long time, she was enveloped and swallowed by the darkness
"Ah
At three o'clock in the night, Fang Jiamei woke up in her dream and looked out of the window at the quiet city, slowly calming down.
Dream again.
Turn over and get out of bed to pour a glass of water. She is the only one in the quiet castle. The silence is terrible.
Two years, the whole two years, have been repeating a dream, the dream of darkness, boundless, nothing to see.
Finally, the feeling of weightlessness is surrounded and falls rapidly.
Every day after waking up from a dream, I don't have any pajamas any more. I sit on the sofa, turn on the TV and play a movie until dawn.
Wash, make breakfast, finish eating, pick up the bag out of the castle.
There is a deep sea on the green lawn. The air is fresh and the temperature is always cool.
After walking for a while, I got on the bus and went to Bosley school.
The school is in a quiet street, and the retro design is not prominent in Europe.
The college is very quiet, people walk in the morning, life is not urgent.
In the distant lecture hall, the sound of piano in the morning can still be heard.
When she came to her classroom, Fang Jiamei took out her cello and gently wiped it. She sat on the chair with her long curly hair hanging at the back of her head.
Wow -
when the teacher's door was pushed open, a middle-aged man with white hair came in and saw her say hello gently: "good morning, Jiamei."
"Good morning, teacher." Fang Jiamei smiles at him with a shallow smile.
Chen Yinxu went to the front and put on today's score. It's still early, and other students haven't come yet. "In the morning, we're going to perform in the cathedral. Are you ready?"
Fang Jiamei nodded, "the cathedral invites every time, but they have a bad attitude, and the people in it don't really appreciate it."
Chen Yinxu smile, calm face with some wrinkles, "now really understand too few people, since the death of Zi Cong, I have not seen anyone can really enter the music."
Zi Cong
This name made Fang Jiamei feel a pain in her heart. Her hand holding the cello trembled and her eyes darkened quickly.
Looking at her like this, Chen Yinxu sighed, "Jiamei, Zicong has been dead for three years. It's time for you to accept the reality. Two days later is his death day. Let's go to see him."
Fang Jiamei closed her eyes. Her round face seemed very sweet, but she didn't feel optimistic and bright.
Looking at the cello, after half a sound, he spoke in a low voice: "as long as I still remember him, he is still alive."
Even if not live in front of her, in other corners of the world, live with his beloved music.
Chen Yinxu shook his head helplessly.
Fang Jiamei is one of the few talented cellists he has ever seen. Her melody is very emotional. She was the most suitable person in people's eyes when she was with Zicong.
It's a pity that Zicong died in a car accident three years ago.
Since then, Fang Jiamei has disappeared for a year. When she comes back again, the lovely, smiling little girl seems to have gone with Zicong.
Fang Jiamei adjusted her posture and slowly pulled out the melody, but it was a kind of endless sadness, which made people have an impulse to cry.