Chapter 4 A-4

This opportunity will come soon. That day, such a beautiful scene even made him think it was a hand-painted postcard. Under the warm afternoon sun, Ma Yu remembered that those cherry blossoms were blooming, fluttering and swaying in the wind.Because it was a working day, there were not many people in the community, and Sang Li, wearing a long skirt with a wide hem, was leaning on the bench under the cherry tree. she is singing. Because the cherry garden is very big, Ma Yu, who was standing in the distance, had to listen attentively.However, it didn't take long for him to be surprised by the familiar melody!

Unexpectedly, it is the second act of "Aria the Queen of the Night" in Mozart's "Magic Flute"-"The Pain of Vengeance"? ! Ma Yu was completely stunned, or in other words, he was tongue-tied at all! Perfect soprano F, gorgeous coloratura aria, fast singing... As one of the most famous songs in the history of coloratura soprano aria, this is a role that many people can't sing well!But, Sang Li, she can sing so well? ! Against the background of soft cherry blossoms, Ma Yu felt himself solidified into a stone pillar in her singing. I can't exercise, and I don't want to exercise. I just stand there and listen, not daring to take a breath, for fear of interrupting such a passionate singing.He was confused: which one is the real Sang Li who sits lazily and quietly in the corner every day, or Sang Li who is immersed in the role of Queen of the Night and sings with all his life and strength?

Finally, after singing the song, Sang Li lowered her head slowly, her long hair covering her face. Her left hand was still propped on the back of the chair, but her whole body seemed to lose all strength.Beside her, the cherry blossom tree swayed in the wind, and some petals fell, one of which fell on her shoulder without her noticing. After an unknown amount of time, she finally let out a long breath, raised her head, walked slowly to the bench and sat down.It was also at that moment that Sang Li noticed the probing sight not far away.She turned her head and saw the slender and tall figure at the edge of the cherry blossom forest.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to block the dazzling light, and just stared at him quietly. Ma Yu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Hello." No title, because he didn't know what to call her - Sang Li?Miss Sang?These titles seem too far away, and he always feels inexplicably familiar with each other. She smiled and nodded slightly: "Hello." "You sing really well. The last time I heard this song was at the opera house," Ma Yu said regretfully, "You should stand on the stage and sing, shining brightly." The preface is a bit inconsistent, but Ma Yu doesn't know how to express his feelings, so he can only express his feelings briefly.

Sang Li was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled again: "Really? Thank you." She turned her head and looked at the setting sun that was gradually turning red in the distance, as well as the cherry blossom trees fluttering in the wind. After a long time, she said to herself, "I haven't stood in front of you for a long time. It's on the stage, originally, I thought that I would die on the stage even if I die." Ma Yu stared at her with wide eyes. Her fair skin was covered with warm red lines under the setting sun. "Ma Yu," she called him, "have you ever had any ideals?"

Ma Yu was stunned for a while, and said after a while: "I used to have many ideals, but then there have been such and such changes. Now, I just want to do what I can do well, and I don't want to think too far ahead." Sang Li nodded slightly and looked at him.Ma Yu saw that her eyes seemed to be foggy, but her expression was smiling: "Yes, if I had known this earlier, maybe many people would not be unhappy." She said to herself: "Now, I just want to do what I can do well." She stopped talking, and Ma Yu didn't talk either, they just sat side by side in the cherry blossom forest in the setting sun, the warm spring wind blowing on their bodies, carrying a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

After an unknown amount of time, Ma Yu faintly heard her low voice: "Once upon a time, I wanted to be the best soprano in China and sing solo in the best opera house." Ma Yu was stunned again. Sang Li was also silent. The best soprano, the best opera house... All the dazzling things still seem to be hovering in Sangli's mind. She can see the grand lineup of the band as soon as she closes her eyes. Skirt, overlooking the blurred but dense crowd below the stage... Sang Li closed her eyes, tried her best to block the moisture that was about to rage in her eyes, and subconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt with one hand, her palm was wet, as if she wanted to grab something.

However, she understands that those who have gone far away, those who cannot see, when she wants to catch up, it is already too late. All that is left to her is to sing Grigge's sadness every night: I will always faithfully wait for your return, wait for your return, if you have already ascended to heaven, we will meet in heaven, we will meet in heaven... … Sang Li knew that her youth was like a "Farewell Song". Because, from the moment she came into this world, parting was the thing in her life that she needed to get used to the most.