The self-cultivation of the female supporting role of the evil party

142. You Can Save Yourself

Beside the Tianxin Lake in the Zhou family's residential area, with the breeze blowing in the sunset, waves of scales are set off on the lake surface, and the weeping willows on the stone embankment are dancing and dancing, which makes people look peaceful gradually.

Jing Cheng stood not far away like this, looking at Zhou Nuosheng's silhouette in front of the open-air piano with lowered eyebrows, slowly moving the keys.

The melody is City in the Sky, a well-known piece, played by Zhou Nuosheng, although it sounds free, but in fact it is not, what is contained in the depths of the superficial freedom is a touch of sadness, just like the title of the song, the so-called After all, the city in the sky is the beauty in fantasy that people can't pursue.

Jing Cheng didn't make a sound to disturb her, she just listened quietly like this. Even with her advanced piano skills, she was able to capture the faint thoughts conveyed from the tune.

Jing Cheng, who remained silent until the end of the song, turned around and planned to leave just as quietly as when he came.

And Zhou Nuosheng, who put his fingers on the keys after Qu Bi, broke away from the state of concentration, and naturally heard the sound of footsteps not far behind.

Then she turned her head and saw Jing Cheng who was about to leave. After a brief moment of stunned, a slight surprise appeared in her eyes.

"Miss Jing?"

Hearing this, Jing Cheng turned around, looked at her somewhat surprised face, and said.

"Did it bother you?"

Zhou Nuosheng shook his head and smiled slightly.

"No, just a little surprised."

Immediately, the atmosphere fell silent.

And just when Jingcheng was about to leave, Zhou Nuosheng spoke again.

"Could I spare you some time...for a chat."

Hearing this, after thinking for a moment, Jing Cheng also nodded lightly.

Immediately, the two sat down on the bench beside the open-air piano in front of the lake.

"Miss Jing, have you been here for a long time?"

Jingcheng shook his head lightly.

"Not long."

"Is that so." Hearing this, Zhou Nuosheng said with a bright smile.

"If I knew you would watch and listen, then I would have prepared carefully instead of exposing my lack of knowledge like I did just now."

Regarding this, Jingcheng just said.

"It sounds good."

Hearing this, Zhou Nuosheng looked at the weeping willow, and the breeze fluttered its skirt slightly.

Her clear and elegant smile remained unchanged, but there seemed to be some deep melancholy hidden in it.

Does it sound good...

That's true, after all, as a former dream, after many years of study, it must be at a certain level, although in the end this dream was also given up by myself because of various things.

As for the reason for keeping Jingcheng for a conversation, it was because the last conversation couldn't be successfully concluded due to Long Ming's interruption, so she had to leave in a hurry. Apart from feeling impolite, she also felt a little regretful.

It's not that he directly regards Jingcheng as a friend or something. Although Jingcheng does have a charm bug for women, it's not so outrageous. Anyway, he only met twice, and Zhou Nuosheng's relationship is not so cheap.

But there is no doubt that Jingcheng is indeed a little special in Zhou Nuosheng's eyes.

After all, both of them have the chicken soup that is also of special importance, and they both remembered it during the trough.

So this also made her think that perhaps Jingcheng could understand herself to a certain extent, and the two of them might have something in common.

To put it simply, it is sympathy for each other. Facing someone who has something in common with each other, people are always very easy to develop a good impression.

So after meeting this time, I blurted out as soon as my mind moved.

Back at this moment, Zhou Nuosheng recovered from his complicated thoughts, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's my honor that Ms. Jing thinks it sounds good. I'm very happy."

After hesitating for a moment, she said.

"Has Miss Jing come out of the trough now?"

After she finished speaking, she added.

"The last time I talked about that sentence, Miss Jing said that I heard it during the low period, so I wrote it down. Are you out of the predicament now?"

Hearing this, Jingcheng thought for a while and said.

"It's on the way out, it's considered to be out."

"So..this sentence..does it give you some kind of power?"

When Zhou Nuosheng asked, Mingche's eyes seemed to be eager for an answer and also seemed to be a little confused.

This is also what she really wants to ask, after all, she doesn't know whether she believes in the meaning of a certain sentence, and believes that sooner or later, the dark clouds will be lifted to usher in a bright future, whether it is correct or not.

Could this be just... self-consolation?

In fact, when she said these words, there were some deep thoughts in her heart that she didn't realize.

That is, instead of asking Jingcheng for an answer, it is better to say that she is questioning herself.

Can I really get out of the predicament as I imagined?

Hearing this, Jing Cheng was silent for a while, but did not answer, but slowly got up and sat in front of the open-air piano next to him.

And this action naturally brought Zhou Nuosheng back to his senses, a little puzzled.

Immediately, Jing Cheng's slender and clean fingers placed on the black and white keys of the piano, and began to pluck.

Zhou Nuosheng was stunned, as she had many years of piano career, of course she was familiar with this piece of music, and even memorized the score by heart.

Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" for piano.

No, repeat it again?

Because in the novel, in addition to the grim and pathetic atmosphere, some ethereal melodiousness has been added.

You must know that the more master the piece is, the more difficult it is to master. Apart from the exquisite fingering, there is also the emotion contained in the piece itself.

Not to mention that Jing Cheng is still playing the cover of the original symphony at this time. Taller.

Why did Miss Jing suddenly play this piece of music?

Zhou Nuosheng couldn't help recalling the background story of the beginning of the song.

It was a suffocating feudal period, and Beethoven, a musical giant, also fell into a deep trough due to a series of blows, but even though he was deaf and his lover left him, he still did not intend to succumb to fate.

So although the title of the song is "Fate", in fact its profound thought is to resist fate and control fate.

Although there are many different piano master versions of "Destiny" in the world, Jingcheng's cover does not mean that they surpass them, but Jingcheng's version is definitely the best and most melodious version that Zhou Nuosheng has ever heard. Among them, there is also an extremely indescribable power.

Zhou Nuosheng just looked at her focused and indifferent profile, and gradually lost his mind, listening to the sound of the piano, all the complicated thoughts in his mind before disappeared at this moment.

She didn't pull away until the end of the song.

At this time, Jing Cheng also stood up slowly, looked at Zhou Nuosheng, and heard a cool voice.

"Fate may not save you, but you can choose to save yourself."

"So forget that sentence, instead of believing that it will give you strength, it is better to believe in yourself."

Jing Cheng was already tall, so Zhou Nuosheng on the chair could only look up at her.

I just felt that the afterglow of dusk fell on her body, and she happened to be facing the light.

Zhou Nuosheng remembered this scene for a long time, even at this time until Jing Cheng left, she still couldn't regain her senses.

143. The Flower's Dream

At this time, Jingcheng had already left, and only Zhou Nuosheng was left sitting on the bench, lost in thought for a long, long time.

Thinking back to Jing Cheng's words, her eyes seemed to catch something.

Fate will not save, but can I save myself?

When the lights came on and night fell, Zhou Nuosheng suddenly figured it out.

In fact, since the showdown with Long Ming last time, she has vaguely figured it out, and she has been thinking about it these days, and this time with Jing Cheng's words, she is finally completely relieved.

Yes, I was too persistent.

Because it is not this marriage that restrains oneself, but oneself.

Obviously I can still choose to do other things, but I have never thought about this, and my thinking has reached a deadlock. No matter what I do, it is to make this marriage better.

So why think so?Isn't this too persistent?

Even if she might not be able to divorce Long Ming because of her grandfather's last wish, it doesn't mean that she has to force herself to accept this marriage.

The current predicament turned out to be caused by himself.

Zhou Nuosheng finally figured it out, except for the long-lost relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, the melancholy in his eyes disappeared, just like the elegant and generous girl she was when she was a girl.

Immediately, she looked at the direction where Jing Cheng had already disappeared, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Although Jing Cheng spoke very little from the beginning to the end, it was just this short conversation that untied her years of knots.

Sure enough, my feeling was right, Miss Jing was really special.

So in order to live up to Miss Jing's enlightenment, I have to work hard myself.

From now on, she will no longer be bound by this form of marriage, she will do what she wants to do, and live the life she wants.

By the way, let's just play the piano. After all, my dream has always been to hold my own concert in the biggest opera house.

She remembered the study letter from the top music academy in the imperial capital that she had buried for a long time.

Saying that I will be 26 soon, is it appropriate to go again?It shouldn't matter, after all, dreams don't distinguish between ages, and it just so happens that Miss Jing is going back to the imperial capital, so we will definitely meet again.

Facing the moonlight under the street lamp, Zhou Nuosheng looked up and closed his eyes, showing a bright smile that hadn't been seen in many years, just like a newborn.

And Long Ming, who was lying in his bedroom in the villa on the other side, fell into fantasy again, thinking that maybe soon Nuo Sheng could fall in love with him completely!

After all, these days, Nuo Sheng has always been avoiding and ignoring him. In Long Ming's perception, this is Nuo Sheng's shyness. After all, Nuo Sheng has never been like this before, and it is estimated that he has gradually begun to fall. !

So Long Ming was really happy, he was about to wake up laughing from his dreams these days!

And Jingcheng, who stayed at Zhou's house after dinner, had already boarded the car and was on his way home.

What she said to Zhou Nuosheng was not for any special purpose, but just to give back to her kindness in the original text. What to do is up to her. After all, Jingcheng is not a nosy person who likes to meddle in other people's lives. character.

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Time passed slowly, and in a flash it was the eve of returning to the imperial capital.

It was a sunny noon.

Jing Cheng was still sitting at the flowerbed in the back garden of the villa, and not far in front of her was Wen Xian who was facing the drawing board.

Today was the last painting, and the process was extremely quiet and silent, as if neither of them wanted to make a sound to break this last time.

Until an hour passed, Wen Xian also let out a long sigh of relief.

After a month of work, this painting is finally finished.

Wen Xian looked at the paintings in which countless painstaking efforts and emotions had been poured in front of her eyes, her eyes seemed obsessed, but at the same time seemed indescribably complicated.

Immediately, she slowly took her eyes away from the painting, put on a smiling face and looked at Jing Cheng.

"Can I trouble you to wait a little longer, Miss Jing, I'm still short of the last link. After all, today is the last day, so please!"

She clasped her hands together, looked at Jing Cheng with a smile and said this.

Hearing this, Jingcheng didn't refuse either.

Immediately, Wen Xian took out the frame, and started filling the completed painting on the spot.

After filling it, she took out the tarpaulin and wrapped it up. After making sure that nothing was exposed, she got up and walked towards Jingcheng.

She handed the painting wrapped in fine cloth to Jing Cheng.

"During this period of time, I have been under your care, and I have not returned the gift, so please be sure to accept this work, after all, she was born because of you."