Chapter 13 A-3

That night, after finally coaxing YOYO to sleep, Ma Yu sent Sang away "you and me". Walking on the road, both of them were silent. After a while, Sang Li asked, "Didn't you ask me for help?" Ma Yu nodded: "Did I ever say that I am a planning company?" Sang Li didn't answer, just walked slowly. "Next month we are planning a bar art salon with the theme of classical music. I would like to invite you to participate. I wonder if it is too presumptuous?" Sang Li stopped abruptly. Under the streetlight, she looked at Ma Yu in surprise. Ma Yu was a little confused, so she explained subconsciously: "I just think your singing voice is really beautiful. I know that people like you want to stand on the stage of the opera house, but This kind of classical music salon is also a kind of exploration. We have held movie-themed salons, which are also very successful. These bars are elegant art bars with a good cultural atmosphere and are well-known in the city, really.”

Sang Li withdrew his gaze, and after a long time, he sighed: "Let me think about it." On the quiet Yingyuan Road, there is only the sound of "rustling" when the wind blows through the cherry trees. Ma Yu may not know that Sang Li has not considered other people's suggestions for a long time these years. Because for her, there is nothing in this world that she wants, and there is nothing she is afraid of losing, so there is nothing she must do. There is nothing more sad than death - many times, this sentence does not only refer to love. As a result, Ma Yu didn't go to work overtime that night, nor did he go to pick up the car, but sat quietly in "You and Me", listening to Sang Li playing the piano.

Sang Li was still sitting on the stage as usual, with long curly hair, arms stretched naturally, and gentle and misty eyes. Ma Yu just watched quietly, watching the warm yellow light above the stage slightly sprinkled down, projecting on the black dress that Sang Li had just changed into, so soft.But this time the long skirt is no longer a big V-neck, but a tube top style, the waist is very well tucked in, the long skirt drags the floor, and the scattered parts are covered with crystal-like decorations, shining brightly under the light Hui. Ma Yu listened: the gentle melody, peaceful and warm - it is Debussy's "Moonlight Song", which seems to be particularly soothing and melodious in such a night that belongs to men and women.

He guessed that Sang Li's heart might be that quiet, without waves. At the end of the song, Sang Li looked up and saw that Ma Yu was still sitting on the window seat not far away, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up and walked over.The waiter beside her took the violin in her hand and put it into the violin case for her. Ma Yu looked at the black leather case, and smiled and asked Sang Li who was seated opposite him: "If you are not an expert, you really can't tell that you are an amateur player." Sang Li smiled slightly, and raised his hand to call the waiter: "A cup of latte."

"Wouldn't it be insomnia to drink coffee at night?" Ma Yu put his hands on the table and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. Sang Li glanced habitually and found that the ring on his ring finger was gone. Sang Li replied lightly: "What's the relationship between sleep and coffee? If a person's desire is hard to satisfy, caffeine will naturally be produced in the blood." Ma Yu smiled: "I rarely see you laughing, Sansheng is lucky to hear you joking." "Who said I was joking?" Sang Li glanced at Ma Yu, "Do I seem to be joking?"

"You don't seem like someone who wants to be hard-pressed." Ma Yu raised his cup and said with a smile. "That's because you haven't seen me before." Sang Li also smiled, "I will use any means to achieve my goal. I can give everything except life. Life itself is like a spinning top, spinning faster and faster." Ma Yu was stunned. It seemed that after meeting her, he was often in a daze. She took a sip of her coffee and looked at him with a smile: "Scared?" "But, I'm telling the truth," she looked into his eyes, "Ma Yu, have you ever loved anyone? It's the kind of love that doesn't add any added value?"

Ma Yu was silent. Sang Li looked at him and lowered his head: "It seems that it is already a very long time. Sometimes when I think about it, I will tell myself that it is really too far away. Forget it." "However, I still can't forget it," she smiled wryly, "If you want to forget all the past life, and you find that the people and things in the past are in your world and you can't let go, you will know what suffocation is. " She waved her hand lightly, and gestured on her neck: "It's like a rope that binds your neck tightly, making you more and more out of breath, and every night you will have nightmares when you sleep..."

Her expression was so tired: "I haven't said so many words to people for a long time, thank you, Ma Yu." Ma Yu didn't answer directly, but gently put his hand on Sang Lijiao's cold hand, his expression was peaceful, and his smile was beautiful.He said: "Sang Li, it is a blessing to have someone listen to you. If you are willing to tell, then give me your story, and then we can bury it and live again." His hands were dry and warm, and he held her tightly tightly. She didn't know whether she should take them out, but she knew in her heart that she was obsessed with such warmth.She heard him say: "Sang Li, life is always moving forward, if you want, we are all by your side..."

if you are willing to. The corners of Sang Li's eyes gradually became moist. In the "You and Me Coffee" at midnight, those old days were like film strips that flashed quickly, jumping and rolling, coming to her and to them. It turned out that she didn't let go, never let go. If there is no Ma Yu, maybe there will be someone else - there must always be someone like that to redeem her. So, so be it, in fact, there is nothing wrong with this.After all, in this strange city, I always need a friend. Sang Li closed his eyes and let Ma Yu hold his hand, while he tried to hold the hasty pace of those fleeting years.