Tan Jiyang remembers the boy who sat in front of the large French window opposite and played the cello all day when he was a child.
He was very stupid, and it was not uncommon for him to have his palms slapped, be punished by being forced to stand, and be scolded.
He is also very smart, and he is easy to get certificates, certificates and trophies.
Tan Jiyang thinks he is disgusting. His uncle walks around him every day, and his aunt smiles at him every day. Even Tan Jiyang's dog, an annoying and proud dog that usually doesn't even bother to glance at him, wags its tail behind this hateful boy every day.
He hugged the hateful dog and let it bite and scratch him, then slowly sat down on the grass. In the empty yard, there is a person, a dog, and a warm sun.
Tan Jiyang began to take revenge.
Deliberately tearing up his music score, deliberately destroying his rosin, deliberately tampering with his bow...
The most egregious time was when he stepped on the glass beads dropped by Tan Jiyang and rolled down the stairs.
, The light above his head was blocked, his wrist hurt, he looked up.
Tan Jiyang stood on the steps of the stairs, and the light filtered through from behind him, outlining a young but tall silhouette. When he looked at him condescendingly, his face showed a calm indifference that was inconsistent with his age, and his eyes were full of indifference and contempt.
He forgot about the pain and thought, this boy is so good-looking.
He never came after that.
Tan Jiyang saw it, and Xia Chenglin cried for a long time to the proud dog.
The annoying and proud dog chased away on its four short legs and never came back.
Later, the uncle said that the proud dog died.
Got hit and killed, this stupid dog.
Tan Jiyang kicked over its kennel and squatted on the ground, two tears falling on the raised turf.
Will he come back? Tan Jiyang asked.
No.
The uncle's face was expressionless, but little Tan Jiyang knew that his uncle was very unhappy. My uncle's face would be expressionless only when he was unhappy.
Xia Chenglin will not come back. Said the uncle.
In the third year of junior high school, Tan Jiyang met Xia Chenglin again.
The girl held his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, while he was drowsy in his seat.
Tan Jiyang was sitting behind him and couldn't see his face clearly, but he knew that it was Xia Chenglin.
Because the only time he opened his eyes, the performance on stage was Dvořák's "Cello Concerto in B minor."
The last award he won before leaving was for playing this piece.
Xia Chenglin walked in such a hurry that he didn't notice that he left something behind.
A necklace with Xia Chenglin's initials on the front and a proud dog on the back.
It must be hand-carved, so ugly.
Tan Jiyang smiled. After so many years, he could still tell from the vague steel seal of poor workmanship that it was a proud dog.
It was cloudy and raining, and two drops of water fell on the steel seal along the tip of Tan Jiyang's nose.
He seemed to have figured it out a little bit, as if what had attracted his attention to Xia Chenglin from beginning to end was not that annoying and proud dog at all.
It's Xia Chenglin, it's Xia Chenglin.
Intention: To be born facing the sun, and to live in the forest