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Chapter Seventy-ninth Acacia

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    Chen Feng is going to Xiaowei's house to play the piano.  Although the proprietress wanted to go back quickly, she still had something to do there, but she couldn't help being curious, she wanted to see Chen Feng playing the piano, and she was not at ease, if something happened, she would be responsible as the owner of the house, so she followed in  .  She decided to take Chen Feng back after he finished playing a song, and it was only a few minutes.

    The piano was in the living room. Chen Feng came to sit in front of the piano, and put his hands tremblingly on the keys.  Seeing Chen Feng's fingers trembling, the proprietress couldn't help becoming nervous and held her breath, thinking that she might not know how to play.  But soon, a string of beautiful notes negated her unnecessary worries.

    Of course, what Chen Feng wants to play most is "To Alice".  In the bright rhythm and soft melody, the passion in his heart instantly broke through the long-term suppression, gushing out like a flood.  The proprietress looked at Chen Feng's fingers in amazement, like little elves, jumping and shuttling freely on the keys.  On the other side, Xiao Wei listened to the moving melody while staring at Chen Feng's fair face.  She saw Chen's eyes closed, but it didn't look like he was intoxicated.

    After a while, both Xiaowei and the proprietress were surprised to find that two lines of tears silently fell from the corners of Chen Feng's eyes.

    Chen Feng's heart was in great pain.  He closed his eyes, and sad scenes of the past came to his mind. He was both sad for Yang Xin's early death and painful for missing Xinxin.  He used the sound of the piano to tell his sincere love for the two Xinxins, and he shouted in his heart: Yang Xin, I love you!  Liu Xin, I love you too!  Are you fate favoring me, or fate playing tricks on me?

    destiny!  destiny!  Chen Feng's melody turned sharply, and there was a sudden and violent piano sound, like thunder roaring, like the tide rising in Qiantang, which surprised Xiaowei and the proprietress.

    This is Beethoven's Ninth Symphony - "Fate".

    "What's the matter with him? Is it his brain" The proprietress looked at Xiao Wei puzzledly, pointed at Chen Feng's head quietly with her hand from behind, and asked softly.

    "He's broken in love." Xiao Wei said calmly but with certainty.

    "Breakdown? How do you know?" the proprietress asked in a low voice in surprise.

    Xiaowei sighed softly: "It's not a frustrated person who doesn't understand the taste of the piano."

    After finishing speaking, she also closed her eyes and listened quietly.  She seemed to see a person struggling in the raging flood and standing up in the howling wind.  "Is love also a game for the brave?" She asked herself in her heart.

    The proprietress didn't understand, and seeing Xiaowei also closed her eyes, she thought: What a weird couple.

    The proprietress is not very familiar with Xiaowei, she just lives in the same community and knows each other, and has no contact with each other.  This is a common disease in cities.

    "When is he going to play?" the proprietress asked anxiously.  Although she could see that Chen Feng played well, she couldn't understand it, and she didn't want to listen to it anymore, so she was in a hurry to go back.

    Xiaowei opened her eyes, looked at the proprietress and said, "Auntie, you go back first, and then go back by yourself when he doesn't play."

    "Then you" the proprietress said worriedly.

    Xiaowei still said calmly: "Don't be afraid, he is not a bad person. A bad person can't be so infatuated. He has something on his mind. Besides, it's not far away, you can hear me when I call."

    Xiaowei really felt relieved about Chen Feng. She had seen Chen Feng several times, and felt that Chen Feng was not a bad person from her intuition.  At this time, from Chen Feng's tears and the sound of the piano, she felt the pain in his heart again. She knew that this pain must be born of love, and she was also tasting this pain at this time.

    "Well, this child seems to have something on his mind. Seeing him crying is really worrying. If you don't worry, let him play." The proprietress walked to Xiaowei's side while talking, and whispered in her ear.  Said: "If something happens, you should shout, ah, it's better to be on guard, you must not have the heart of defense, you must have the heart of harm. Open the window first, and I will hear you as soon as you shout."

    The proprietress didn't know that she had said the wrong thing.  Xiaowei listened, smiled, nodded, and said softly: "It's okay, don't worry, my window is open, otherwise, he might not be able to hear the piano."

    "Then be careful. I'm going back. If it's too late, I'll call him again. It can't be later than eleven o'clock. It will affect other people's rest. Besides, I want to rest, and you have to rest, right?"  The proprietress deliberately raised her voice after speaking, trying to remind Chen Feng to leave quickly.

    However, Chen Feng seemed to be in another world.

    The proprietress had no choice but to tell Xiaowei again, and then went back by herself.

    Xiaowei looked at Chen Feng who was focused and tear-stained, and sighed in her heart: I am not the only one who is hurt in the world. Seeing him so sad must be someone with a story.

    &I played the piano for a while, and drew a portrait when I came back.

    Of course, Chen Feng's painting made the proprietress gasp in admiration. What the proprietress admired even more was that Chen Feng didn't need to copy it, but could draw it so lifelike just by looking at it just now.

    Soon, Chen Feng finished the drawing, and then took it off, and drew another picture with a strong pen.  In this picture, the proprietress could tell from the very beginning that the picture was of herself, fat and fat.  Yes, Chen Feng is also very grateful to the proprietress, so he also drew a picture for her, and will ask her later.

    Chen Feng handed the painting to the proprietress, expressed his thanks to the proprietress, and then asked her to give Xiaowei's portrait to Xiaowei.  The proprietress smiled happily and said "thank you".

    Just as the proprietress was about to leave, Chen Feng asked for Xiaowei's portrait again, and wrote two words on it: hurt love.

    After finishing writing, Chen Feng handed the painting back to the proprietress, and went upstairs by himself.

    "It hurts love." The proprietress read the two words Chen Feng just wrote in her heart, half understanding.  She thought, the painter went to play the piano for a while, and then he developed feelings for Xiao Wei?  Is it too self-indulgent?  But she thought again, this Xiaowei is also very strange, alas, maybe she doesn't understand them at all, anyway, I just send the painting.

    What the proprietress didn't expect was that Xiaowei shed tears when she received the painting.  How did the proprietress know that when Xiaowei saw Chen Feng's portrait of herself, she saw her sad and melancholy face, and her dull eyes.  No one around her understands her, but a stranger is a bosom friend, how can this not move her?

    "Send me a message, Auntie, and wish him a smooth journey tomorrow." Xiao Wei said as she sent the proprietress away.

    "How did you know he was leaving?" The proprietress was very strange: "Did he not say he was leaving? Did he tell you?"

    "No." Xiaowei replied calmly, but did not explain.

    Indeed, Chen Feng, who was lying on the bed, was imagining his way home tomorrow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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