Chapter 555

Jiang Lin's voice line with a trace of youth's clearness, when it sinks slightly, people can see the moon setting off the breeze in a trance.

For some reason, Qin Zhi suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago.

At that time, he had not yet learned to hide the thorns on his body, which were too sharp to speak.

Jiang Lin is the opposite of him.

He always sat there quietly, as if everything was in his own hands.

When he went to the same school as Jiang Lin and Jiang Wenjing, Qin Zhi didn't adapt.

I failed the first test.

In addition, I don't know why, the boys in the class don't like him very much. After class, they are always inexplicably targeted.

At that time, Qin Zhi's response was very simple - one punch.

Fists can only bring a moment of pleasure, but the accumulation of depression in the heart can not be eliminated.

He remembers that day when school was over, it rained heavily and Jiang's car was stuck in the road.

Qin Zhi had no choice but to turn around the school a few times and walked to the piano room.

The door opened a narrow gap, inside came the sound of the piano.

He stood there and looked. He reached out and gently opened the door.

There is only one person in it - Jiang Lin.

As he knows, Jiang Lin is very interested in music and has great talent.

So even if he only inherited his family business, Jiang Jie sent Jiang Lin to study music.

Jiang Lin plays the piano very well.

He has long fingers and a dedicated expression, and can easily play a moving melody.

Outside is the sound of rain, inside is the melodious music.

Qin Zhi should have turned around and left, but he didn't move.

Because the tone is very familiar, very familiar -

"old friends of mountains and rivers"

Jiang Lin didn't seem to notice his arrival, and he was still playing seriously.

It wasn't until the ending came down that he sighed and turned around.

When he saw Qin Zhi, Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment. Then he slowly smile: "ah Zhi."

Qin Zhi frowned. He was still not used to Jiang Lin's intimate address. He answered with a low voice.

Originally, he wanted to leave with his legs raised. Somehow, when he touched the door, Qin stopped and asked softly, "how do you Do you know this song? "

This song is not popular, and it's old. He is also a song because of his mother. How does Jiang Lin know?

Jiang Lin gazed at him for a while, and then he began to smile: "listen No one has ever sung

"Oh." Qin Zhi didn't go on asking.

After a long silence, he opened the door and went out.

Outside the rain is still falling, Qin Zhi leaning against the wall, heard a moment later, the sound of the piano in the room again.

He closed his eyes and remembered the days when he had been with his mother. When his mother left, he was still young and his memory was in a trance.

The sound of the zither curls up to the end. Finally, the memory of the screen, but also fixed in the mother's smile.

Like mottled paper, in the light and dust, inch by inch, crushed clean.

I don't know how long later, Qin Zhi saw Jiang Lin come out of the piano room and didn't notice him.

Qin Zhi let out a sigh of relief and watched the boy's back go away.

Teenagers are thin and clean. In the pattering rain, he was wearing a thin white shirt, holding an umbrella, and walked into the sparse crowd.

At that moment, Qin Zhi inexplicably thought of a poem:

gradually away, gradually no book, where does the fish sink.

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"Qin Zhi? Qin Zhi

The pushing and shoving of the people nearby made Qin Zhi come back.