Author: Tiger (8)

It was late at night, but Li Yingzhen had insomnia, she frowned slightly and stared at the ceiling lamp, as if she wanted to stare out of a hole there. Outside the window, there was the sound of cars passing by, and it was rustling, it was supposed to be raining. Li Yingzhen has already taken half a pill of sleeping pills, she rarely has insomnia, the medicines are all from her wife, today is the first time she has taken medicine, because she really can't sleep, and her heart is a little uncomfortable.

Li Yingzhen looked at her wife with a side face, her wife slept very well, and she opened her mouth slightly and snored, which was not loud, but it made her unable to sleep peacefully.

She got up gently, went to the living room, turned on the light, poured herself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa. Li Yingzhen picked up the sheet music on the table, put on her glasses, and looked at it again, she had read it twice before going to bed, but Li Yingzhen still looked at it carefully from the beginning, and her brows were getting deeper and deeper. After a long time, Li Yingzhen put down the score, took off her glasses, covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

After a while, Li Yingzhen slowly stood up, picked up a CD from the top of the CD rack, put it into the stereo, and the C-sharp minor sonata slowly sounded in the empty room. Li Yingzhen curled up in the sofa with one hand on her head, and sobbed slightly.

A broad shoulder hugged Li Yingzhen, and at some point his wife had gotten up and sat beside her. The wife did not speak, but hugged Li Yingzhen with both hands and let her half lie in her arms. Li Yingzhen seemed to have something to rely on, and the sobbing gradually became louder, and she seemed to explode with the climax of the sonata, and the crying even woke up the son and daughter-in-law who were in the house. Zhao Xingfu anxiously wanted to come over to check, his father waved his hand seriously to stop his son and daughter-in-law, and Zhao Xingchu had no choice but to pull his wife back to the house for some reason.

The sonata finally ended, and Li Yingzhen's cry became smaller and smaller.

"Lao Li, what's wrong" The wife gently hugged Li Yingzhen's shoulders, and the soft voice calmed her down.

Li Yingzhen raised her head, tears had already made her unrecognizable.

"Lao Zhao, did I do something wrong, I shouldn't have led this child to music, Jingxing, this child is bitter," said Li Yingzhen a little excited again.

"What the hell is going on?" asked my wife

"This is the score written by Jing Xingcai," Li Yingzhen picked up the score beside him and said, "Do you know what Professor Feng said today......?" said that it is already comparable to Chopin and Mozart......"

As she spoke, Li Yingzhen cried again.

"Isn't this a good thing?" said my wife with some puzzlement: "Don't be too excited, it's not in vain to be able to cultivate a student like Jing Xing." ”

"Yes, yes......" Li Yingzhen choked up and said: "I know that this day will come sooner or later, and Jing Xing will definitely be able to stand in front of all the masters." But what is so good about that place? Which of those people is happy? Which of them did not die young, did not live alone, did not suffer from illness, did not have an unhappy marriage. Right now...... Now, all this has befallen Jing Xing. ”

Li Yingzhen became emotional again.

"Lao Li, what's wrong with Jingxing?" My wife was also anxious, and the strength in her hands was not small, but Li Yingzhen couldn't feel it at all.

"He, he broke up with that Qi Qingnuo, woo woo......"

"Lao Li, don't be too excited, it's not normal for them to be young and young," his wife comforted.

"But, but, listen, you see, Jing Xing wrote a sonata for the first time when they broke up, how sad and desperate it was, you can feel it, this time, this time, this sonata, more, deeper, do you know the bottomless abyss or the void of the universe, that's it, that's it" Li Yingzhen has no strength.

"I'm afraid, Lao Zhao. You know that the greater the art, the more unfortunate it is, I really don't want Jing Xing to embark on this road, he is still young, he should have this world, not be abandoned by this world" Li Yingzhen became more and more excited the more he spoke, and his hands danced wildly: "If I were born a few decades later, I would definitely be able to take care of him! No, no, I want to call Xin Ting and ask her to come back quickly, only this child can take care of him, quickly, call quickly!"

Li Yingzhen roared hysterically, suddenly her eyes rolled and her head tilted and she fainted.

"Xingchu, Xingchu, call quickly, your mother is no good," the wife yelled......

"Ula, Ula" a 120 car sped past the entrance of the community where Yang Jingxing lived, and there was a room upstairs where the lights were not extinguished, Yang Jingxing was sweating profusely lying on the bed and competing with himself, "Ahhhhh......h