My Tang You

Chapter 32 Chapter□□

In the evening of November, in the street park of S City, the surrounding laughter and wind gradually cooled down.

Tang You's breathing was a little short, and his hands and feet were also cold to varying degrees. At the end, his whole body was almost stiff.

He saw a woman.

The woman was about forty years old, with a slim figure, holding a cute little girl by the hand.The woman tilted her head and was talking to the little girl. From Tang You's perspective, she could just see that she had a very beautiful face.

If that smiling face were younger, it would be the mother's face in the photo that Tang You treasured.

……

"Youyou, slow down, come, come to mom."

"Stand up straight and let mom see... Oops, we Youyou have grown another centimeter."

"Hurry up and practice today's copybook, or Dad will be angry when he comes back."

"Mommy's favorite person? Of course it's our Yuyou. The second? The second is Dad."

When saying these words, the gentle woman's face was full of happiness, and she slowly overlapped with the woman holding the little girl in front of her.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tang You didn't have time to react at that moment, he just followed the direction in which the woman was walking away, and only when she was about to disappear out of sight, did he wake up like a dream and run after her.

Because she was leading the little girl, the woman didn't walk fast, Tang You quickly caught up, almost abruptly, "Please wait a moment."

He is bound to catch up, so similar, if he doesn't catch up and ask for clarification, he will have a knot in his heart for the rest of his life.

The woman took a step back quietly, protecting the child to her side, her expression was a little wary, but her voice was gentle, "May I ask who you are?"

In just four words, Tang You's ears began to roar—it was a voice that had been missing for ten years, and that he thought about day and night.Even after ten years, he could hardly remember this voice, but the moment he heard it again, he was so familiar that it was engraved into his bone marrow.

Really mom?

But this is too unrealistic. Both parents left in a car accident ten years ago.

How could a person who had been dead for more than ten years appear alive before his eyes again?

Tang You hadn't fully reacted emotionally, but physically his nose was sore, and his eyes filled with tears instantly.

Seeing this, the woman was slightly stunned.

Tang You blinked the blurry eyes, and the woman's face was clearly imprinted in front of her eyes—even though she was no longer young and her facial features had undergone slight changes, those eyes were still so beautiful, overlapping with the person in the photo, with familiarity, Traveling through ten years, I looked at myself.

is her.

correct.

Can't go wrong.

Tang You wanted to get closer, but the steps seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't get out.

The car accident that year was like a nightmare, the car turned into the sea, and the mother's body was not found.

When he was a child, he thought countless times that he wanted to see people when he was alive, and he wanted to see a corpse when he was dead. If he didn't find the corpse, nothing happened to his mother, but she just disappeared temporarily.

Although as time passed, unrealistic expectations proved to be delusions, but when Tang You was ten years old, he once really hoped so.

Has this expectation finally come true?

Unlimited hope was ignited in Tang You's heart. He should be happy, but he seemed so sad, almost incoherent, and opened his mouth almost timidly: "Mom..."

The woman frowned slightly, and took another step cautiously.

Tang You tried hard to adjust his tight throat, trying to make his voice sound normal, "You...how are you doing?"

The other party obviously didn't know him: "Who are you?"

"I'm You...Tang You, Mom, don't you remember me?"

Walking on the street, suddenly a strange young man came up to him, claiming to be her son, which was too suspicious.

But the stranger was crying badly, and he didn't look like a bad person. The woman said mildly, "Sorry, I don't know you."

The face was too familiar, but the words he spoke couldn't be more unfamiliar.

Tang You couldn't accept it, and couldn't help but burst into tears, "Your name is Yan Yazhao, and my birthday is on the third day of June. I am on the sixth day of March. You often say that our mother and I are very destined..."

Tang You didn't know where he was. At a certain moment, he even forgot that many years had passed. It seemed that he was still that child who hoped that his parents would return to him day and night.

He thought he was going to do something to prove what he said.

But he didn't carry the photos of his parents with him. The electronic version was only in the computer, and it was not stored in the new mobile phone.Now that he can't prove it, he needs to know the contact.

Tang You took out his mobile phone, "I, I have photos, I will show you when the time comes, can you tell me the contact information? Or if you are worried, the email address..."

Facing the young man's red eyes from crying, the woman subconsciously frowned. For some reason, her heart twitched slightly.

But she really didn't know him, let alone his mother. The young man wanted to contact him when he came up, whether it was a phone number or an email address, it had already crossed her safety limit.

The woman shook her head, "You got it wrong. My surname is not Yan, nor is my birthday in June."

Before she finished speaking, the little girl beside her timidly took her hand and called out in a low voice: "Mom..." The little girl was only four years old, so she couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Probably realizing that this young man's behavior was really suspicious, and she was bringing a four-year-old girl with her, so she must be on guard against others, so Zhou Quan hurriedly picked her up and coaxed her softly.

Tang You stood stiffly on the spot, and the woman on the opposite side showed a very defensive expression. Tang You said in a remedial way: "Or, I will leave you a call..."

Zhou Quan had lost his patience, "I really don't know you, please stop pestering me, I'm going home."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Tang You's heart felt like a heavy stone had fallen, and his hands and feet were cold. He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, as if he had lost his soul, and subconsciously wanted to follow.

Zhou Quan held his daughter with one hand, turned sideways when he heard the movement, stretched out the other hand towards Tang You, palm outward, and took a step back, which was a very guarded gesture of refusing to approach, "Don't follow me, or I will call the police gone."

He seemed to frighten them.

She now has children who need to be protected, and her expression is serious and tense.

As if waking up from a dream, Tang You stood obediently on the spot without moving, watching the woman holding the little girl as she walked further and further away.

In fact, he has experienced this feeling countless times in his dreams, in which his parents always turned their backs to him, ignored him, and did not talk to him.

It's useless to shout, it's useless to beg, it's useless to cry, every time I see them walking away in silence, I can never catch up.He feels sad, abandoned, and doesn't know what to do.

I don't know it in my dream, and I don't know it in reality.

Maybe he can continue to entangle, and the other party calls the police in shock, then he can have more time to prove that he is not lying.But he knew exactly what it was like to be persecuted, threatened, and frightened.

He is no longer the child at the beginning, he is much taller than his mother, he has changed from looking up to looking down now.

Tang Youyuan watched the woman's figure quietly, then disappeared around a far corner and entered a residential area until she was no longer seen.

He was muddled, like an unreal dream, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He took out his phone and looked at the calendar.

In November 20xx, today is Xu Qinchen's concert, and he is on his way to the concert hall.

The afterglow of the setting sun elongated his shadow, and he thought: How did the concert hall come here?

Tang You operated the phone very inefficiently, and opened the map, like an idiot who has mastered Lu Chi Dafa, looking left and right at the map, and it took 5 minutes to determine where to go.

He slowly passed the bench again, and the fat cat that escaped didn't know when to stick to its post again, squatting back to the position just now with its hands in its mouth.

Hearing the movement, Fat Cat raised his head and looked at Tang You with a feeling of "Why is it you again".

Fat Cat made a gesture to run away, Tang You walked a little further away, "Don't run, I won't get close."

After the fat cat heard it, it disappeared again, showing that it didn't believe it.

Tang You finally entered 10 minutes early.

The concert was held in the Concert Hall, a concert hall that can accommodate thousands of people, full of expectant audiences.

After sitting in the seat, he realized that the seat Xu Qinchen had arranged for him was probably the best in the audience—the first row, a little bit higher to the left, and from that position overlooking the stage, he could easily see the keys and the piano teacher's fingering.

Tang You could almost imagine how pleasing those hands jumping on the keys would be under the spotlight.And the tune pouring out from under those hands should be more breathtaking.

He was a little split, half of his mind was thinking "I don't know his mother", and half of his mind was looking forward to meeting Xu Qinchen.

As it approached the official start time, all the lights were slowly turned off, and after the entire concert hall was completely plunged into darkness, the auditorium became quiet, and Tang You finally put away his absent-mindedness.

The concert lasts 100 minutes and is divided into two sessions.

Xu Qinchen told Tang You that in the first half, he would play several groups of small pieces, each of which would last about three to five minutes, and the length of each piece would not exceed 5 minutes. In the second half, there would be a full 10-minute piece.

At that time, he asked Xu Qinchen on the phone: "I have watched the video of your performance, but I don't look at the piano score. I can imagine it for a few minutes, and you don't watch the piece as long as 45 minutes?"

Xu Qinchen replied: "No."

Tang You sighed sincerely: "It's amazing."

Xu Qinchen didn't know whether it was modesty or something, and he laughed softly, "There is a specialization in technology. When you type code, I often feel amazing." At the end, he added, "It's amazing."

Xu Qinchen was already a top existence in his field, but in his own field, Tang You thought that although he was a bit powerful, he was not up to that level at all, so he said embarrassingly: "No, it's really just mediocre. Very common."

Xu Qinchen disagreed: "How can you be ordinary, you are the most special."

Tang You couldn't help smiling, and said flatteredly, "Your filter is too thick, and you'll feel ashamed of yourself at the corner of the city wall."

In the darkness, Tang You was sitting upright with his eyes wide open, trying to catch Xu Qinchen the first moment he appeared under the spotlight.

Tang You stared at the stage, but suddenly it seemed as if he was stabbed by some dazzling existence - the soft light slowly came on, and the young pianist was dressed in a gown, holding the piano with one hand, standing gracefully by the side of the piano, with an expression on his face. Smiling and looking around the auditorium, he made brief eye contact, and finally his eyes naturally fell on Tang You who was directly in front of him.

Looking at each other, Xu Qinchen locked his eyes gently, and Tang You couldn't help but hold his breath.

-You're here.

-I'm coming.

Xu Qinchen lowered his head slightly and bowed slightly to his audience, his Tang You.

The applause sounded like a tide, Xu Qinchen raised his head, and his eyes met Tang You again.The dragonfly touches the water, lingering and leaving at the touch of a touch.

Xu Qinchen turned around and sat down.

The applause died down.Tang You's heart was pounding, and his ears were burning like rubies.

He finally saw Xu Qinchen, mixed in with the crowd.

So many people watched Xu Qinchen play together, they were all fans and listeners.However, to those others, Xu Qinchen is an idol and out of reach, but to him, Xu Qinchen is his pillow person, his every morning, and they still wear a pair of rings on their hands.

A little joy rose in Tang You's heart, and it was a little secret that belonged exclusively to him and Xu Qinchen.

The first syllable sounded, and the whole concert hall seemed to be awakened. Warm orange lights spread and bloomed on the piano like flowers, and the flowing beautiful melody caught everyone's breath.

The silhouette of the pianist beside the piano is like a painting with rich ink and colors, wrapped in layers of soft lights.

Tang You sat up straight, as if bewitched, not enough to hear and not enough to see.He was led by the pianist and stepped into an illusory and huge dream.

The melody is everywhere, embracing him layer upon layer, taking him to appreciate the icy etherealness of the extremely cold place, and the ultimate romance in the sky and wilderness.

So happy, so sweet.

Indulging in a spring scene, waking up, the morning light is quietly passing by with flying catkins.Stretch out your hand to grab it, but time slyly slips through your fingers, heading for the horizon, farther and farther, faster and faster.

How many times to search, how many times to miss.

Can't catch the last drop of rain in spring, can't keep the last cicada in summer.

Too many regrets, too many unspeakable, too many passionate emotions burned out.

Bustling in the silent summer, pale and mottled in the bright winter.The residual leaf lies under the deep snow, suspends the careless rotting, and traces back to the past in a trance. It once swayed with the wind with clear veins, and kissed the sun with a sweet heart.

That's it.

Is it gone?finished.

Do you have any regrets?Can we meet again?

…………

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Time steps on the transparent wings, 100 minutes are fleeting, and a palace-level performance is coming to an end.

After the performance, the auditorium was silent for a long time, and Xu Qinchen got up to call the curtain. Only then did the audience who had been listening quietly burst into applause.

The sound is like thunder, and it lasts for a long time.

When the show ended, everyone left quietly and orderly, and Tang You noticed the child sitting next to him.

The child was clean and tidy, wearing a small suit with a well-fitting suit, and a small bow tie pinned to the neckline of his shirt. It could be seen that he attached great importance to this concert, and he was considered a well-dressed attendee.The child's two small hands played a few keys in the void, then turned his head and asked the people around him in a low voice: "Father, can I become a pianist like Xu Qinchen in the future?"

The young man patted the child's head, "It will definitely, Dad believes in you and will always support you."

The little boy wiped his eyes, looked at the stage, then looked up at his father, and nodded vigorously. There were still tears and a new smile on his little face, "Yeah!"

He is a child with a soft heart who loves the piano, and a gentle and reliable father.

After Tang You watched this scene, he inexplicably felt that it was very good, very good.

For a child who sets goals at an early age and is loved and supported, for a father who is gentle and protective, and for a pianist who is admired and admired.