Chapter 18 Section ten

The first time Lan Yueer saw the lyre was in the music room of the swan boat.But when Mengsan came in holding the piano, she lowered her head shyly, avoided her eyes, and sat quietly on a chair playing the piano. She recognized him as the boy who had been peeping at her from behind the crowd the day she came aboard.He was good-looking, with black soft hair parted sideways, covering one eyebrow, a pale face with beautiful lips like a girl, fair hands, long fingers, and blue veins exposed from playing the piano for a long time. It was many years later that Lan Yueer thought of how to describe the sound of the piano she heard: once those shy hands touched the strings, the player seemed to be another person, not a miserable green boy, but a master , full of confidence, full of aura, and full of sadness.The seven strings are not strings, but seven ribbons that throb the soul, flowing like poetry, she will try her best to catch up and dance on the ribbons with singing.

But he would wait for her, always bowing down for her at the right moment.Day after day, she finally caught up with the seven brilliant ribbons, and sometimes even deliberately teased him and challenged him.They cooperated with each other, and secretly competed with each other, but he finally let her. In the days when we first met, Meng San never talked to her.When eating in the dining room, he would hide away and eat in silence.One day, she finally couldn't hold back anymore, took the food, sat down in front of him, and made noises while eating.His head hangs lower. "Do you hate me?" she asked.

He shook his bowed head in fright and said, "I don't hate you." "You play the piano very well, who taught you?" she asked him. "No one taught me." His voice was as small as squeezed out of his teeth, and his head still did not lift. He waited for a long time, did not hear her speak again, raised his eyes secretly, and found that she had gone. The next day, the eldest mother hadn't gotten up yet, and there were only the two of them in the music room.His head hung lower, almost touching the strings.She also didn't take the initiative to force him to speak like the day before.The room echoed with his piano and her singing, but it was more silent than ever.He regretted ignoring her yesterday, and she might never talk to him again.

Suddenly, he heard her scream.He suddenly raised his head and saw her hair was loose, kneeling on the ground, covering her face with her hands, screaming in pain.He quickly dropped the piano in his hand and went up to help her. She raised her head slowly, maggots crawled out of her eyes on her pale face, a pair of white fangs were exposed in her mouth, dripping with blood, she let out a wolf-like snort, and wanted to pounce on him. "Vampire!" he exclaimed, staggering back a few steps. "Are you afraid?" She took off the mask on her head, bent over with a smile, and said, "Beibei found a cloth bag under the table in the dining room yesterday. It may have been left by a hitchhiker. It contained this mask."

He looked at her stupidly, embarrassed by his timidity. "Have you ever seen a vampire?" she asked... "No." He replied her. "I heard they are the scariest creatures in the world?" she said, folding up the mask. "And they're shadowless," he said. "Really?" She went to examine her shadow under an oil lamp. "I have a shadow, what about you?" she asked him. His heart was pounding, and he moved slightly to her side, and saw his own shadow next to hers, like a pair.He suddenly liked his own shadow a little bit, liked its simplicity and bravery.

When he was still intoxicated, her shadow stepped out, pointed to the lyre he had placed on the chair, and asked him, "Can I play it?" He hurried over and put the lyre into her hand. She sat down, lowered her head intently, plucked a string lightly, and asked him, "Why seven strings?" He didn't know how to answer. "Witches eat the food of seven colors. Is the lyre a witch's instrument?" she asked him. His mouth was half open, feeling so stupid that he didn't know how to answer such a beautiful imagination. When she is not singing, she likes to run on the deck, not to watch the stars, but to watch kites.Once, they saw a kite with a broken string, and she said to him, "Can you make a kite? I have a friend who can. The kite he made is much more beautiful than this one, and it can fly far away." The sky. He is a shepherd boy named Yan Guxing."

"Where is he?" he asked her. "The flood carried him away," she said, in a voice as soft as breath. He suddenly remembered the songs she sang on the embankment before they met.How deep the feelings must be to have such reluctance?He suddenly felt his nose was sour and had some runny nose. "When I see the kite, I will think of him." She said slowly, with longing. She turned her head and saw his long eyelashes drooping down slowly, like the fragile wings of a butterfly, trying to block the tears that would pour out at any time. But after all, Meng San was the one who shed the most tears for her, a man.She didn't know whether God forgot to divide him in two, or the devil left a hand on him to prove his own existence.When she stained twelve sheets with blood and howled in pain on the bed, thinking that the hand of death had been placed on her, he had been standing outside that room, shedding frightened tears for her, and then secretly feeding her with his own blood. she.