Chapter 1659

At the beginning of her memory, she went back home and fainted in the street, because her favorite person died.

At the end of the memory, she woke up from the hospital, and her father told her that she had been deeply hit and had been sleeping for a whole year.

But she had some doubts. She clearly felt that in this year, instead of sleeping, she did something else. She had been looking for it in her dream, but she had never looked for it.

She asked her brother, and he said she didn't, maybe she had a dream?

Do you dream?

But the empty feeling in her heart is so obvious. Two years later, her life has not changed except for Zicong's absence.

But there is still no way to fill the void.

In the afternoon, she went to the cathedral with everyone to perform. Fang Jiamei changed her white skirt and didn't take care of her long hair.

She's a self-made curler. Her hair is always curly from childhood to adulthood. It's useless to straighten it.

Zicong always said that she was a little teddy. She was so angry that she quarreled with him every time.

Take out the music score in the bag, which is full of Zicong wrote to her melody, light, romantic.

But since his death, she has found that she can no longer play that melody.

She carries the score with her every day, but she hasn't played the music in it for a long time.

"Jiamei, ready for the stage!" There came a cry, and Fang Jiamei immediately put the score into her bag.

Wait a little longer. Maybe one or two years later, she will accept the disappearance of Zicong, and maybe she can go back to the past.

……

In front of the church.

A few famous cars stopped, and all the people who came down were people in suits and shoes.

It's just that they're all bowing to a man.

The man got out of the car. His slender legs were wrapped in black suit pants. He was about 1.85 meters tall. He had a white shirt and a black suit. The wind gently blew up the corners of his clothes.

The facial features are distinct, with a gentle temperament between the eyebrows and eyes, just like an elegant young man.

In a group of foreigners, it seems to have a unique temperament.

Just dark eyes always seem to be covered by a layer of mist, can't see what he is thinking, the whole person is indifferent.

"Mr. Mo, the old man's phone." An assistant came up with his mobile phone in his hand.

Mo Yiheng gently frowned, unhappy mouth: "hang up."

I'm tired of playing every day.

Following the group of foreigners into the church, they sat down on a row of seats, gazing at the front faintly, without any interest.

"It's boslie's students who come to perform today. I hope Mo can always like it!" Next to him, a blonde man opened his mouth with compliments and spoke fluent French.

Always have no waves of eyes slightly a Zheng, seems to think of something.

Mo Yiheng raised his eyes and looked down at the main stage. Because the terrain they were sitting on was very high, so the stage was below.

Silbury

What a familiar name.

But, what's his business?

Today is just to give the partner a face, otherwise he would not want to listen to such a concert.

When the concert officially started, Mo Yiheng didn't raise his eyes when he heard the sound of the curtain call and introduction. He looked at his palm slightly, waiting for the time to pass and leave quickly.

Beautiful performance officially started. If not for those people who have been introducing it, maybe Mo Yiheng would like it better.

But now there's only one restlessness left.

Suddenly, in the middle of the performance, a cello voice was added, which was different from the beautiful melody, full of sadness and missing