Although I was a little surprised about Aunt Mei's request to stay overnight, I should have guessed why.

There must be many media and paparazzi ambushing in Ziyang Community now, and there are even many fans who come to ask for autographs and photos. She must be unbearable and wants to hide in my leisure time.

"My mother's relatives, relatives, friends introduced by friends, as well as friends Chen Meinan's friends, his wife's friends, and various relationships. Recently, countless people I don't know come to my house every day to sign me, you know, they are all acquaintances, and they can't shirk responsibility. It's very annoying. I've been so annoying these two days. I'm so tired. Today I really don't want to go back, so I want..."

As expected, it was almost the same as what I guessed. Seeing Aunt Mei's face feeling a little embarrassed, I nodded and agreed.

Although I knew that if Lu Yating knew, she would definitely be unhappy, I knew in my heart that even if Aunt Mei lived here, nothing would happen to us, so I agreed.

Aunt Mei really looked a little tired, lying on the sofa without saying a word.

"Since you're so tired, take a shower and go to bed early." I said.

Aunt Mei said, "I won't wash it anymore. I washed it when I came. I want to hear you play the piano for a while, okay?"

"I haven't touched the piano for a long time," I said.

"Play it for a while, just a moment." She begged a little.

Since she said that, I couldn't refuse. I have indeed not touched the piano for a long time. I have had too many worries recently. The pace of life is too fast, so I was so busy that I had no time to pick up the piano, and I didn't feel that way.

I took the piano and played a few chords casually. The graceful melody flowed gently in the house.

Aunt Mei looked at me with a special look and said, "Has anyone ever told you that you look very special when playing the piano?"

I laughed, "How is it a special way?"

"How to say it," Aunt Mei thought for a moment and said, "It just has a special temperament and feeling. In short, it is very affectionate and makes people feel comfortable. I will listen to your piano sound, and it feels very comfortable, very comfortable, and very relieved."

I laughed, "That's the magic of music, not mine."

"Sing a song." Aunt Mei said.

"What are you singing?"

"Anything is OK," said Aunt Mei.

I plucked the strings, played the door, and then started singing Wang Jie's old song "Dream for Love, Lifetime."

"For love, dreaming for life, is this crazy or fate, how deep is it to love you, just how much is the heaven teasing me, I can't think of it, is it too stupid or too real, how many springs can I keep in a crazy night, how many bitterness can I rather not wake up, no matter how much bitterness can I be, I don't care, I can't blow away this dream, I'd rather wait for this dream, I'd rather wander around for a lifetime / For love, I wander around for a few ups and downs / The remaining warmth in the dream is enough to resist the cold in the world / For love, I'd rather not wake up, no matter how much bitterness can I be, I don't care / For love, I can't blow away this dream, I'd rather wait for a lifetime / For love, I'd rather wander around for a few ups and downs / The remaining warmth in the dream is enough to resist the cold in the world / For love, I'd rather not wake up, no matter how much bitterness can I be / For love, I can't blow away this dream, I'd rather wait for a lifetime / For love, I'd wander around for a few ups and downs / The remaining warmth in the dream is enough to resist the cold in the world / For crazy night, I can keep in a few ups and downs..."

Such melody and such lyrics were sung on such a quiet night, and even the air was trembling with a faint sadness.

As I sang this song, I couldn't help but think of the relationship between me and Lu Yating, and the hardships we have suffered along the way, and my eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Music has such magic.

The person who wrote this song was clearly writing his own story.

But at a certain moment or in a certain mood, you sound like you are completely singing about your own mood, which can arouse infinite resonance in your heart, and then fall into a kind of low-spirited feeling that cannot extricate yourself and feel sorry for yourself.

I saw that Aunt Mei was very involved in listening. She held her cheeks with her hands, her eyes were eccentric, her thoughts were ethereal, and she was also deeply trapped in the faint sadness created by the melody, with shining tears flashing in her eyes.

Her devotion and affectionate look is still so beautiful, the kind of beauty that has made me dream of countless thrilling times. Over the years, her beauty seems to have never changed.

After I sang the full song, she kept that movement and didn't move. It seemed that she would wake up from that atmosphere for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, "So beautiful, what should I do if I want to hear it?"

"Forget it, Aunt Mei." I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"I..." I paused and said, "I can't sing love songs in my current state. If I sing it, I can't hold it back."

Aunt Mei was stunned, expressed her understanding, nodded, and said, "Do you miss Lu Yating?"

"It's not that I want to," I lowered my head and said, "but...whatever love songs are now, it seems like I'm singing myself, singing me and her..."

Aunt Mei looked at me with a complicated look and said, "Qin Zheng, you are too deeply trapped..."

I smiled faintly and said, "What's the solution? It's fate."

"Then do you have any plans now?" said Aunt Mei. "What are your plans for her father to object to this?"

"I don't know." I sighed and said, "There are many things in this world that can be solved by hard work and hard work, but this matter is not good. No matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you play your life, you can't force it. You can only wait and take one step at a time. What you can do is to strengthen your heart, and at the same time, you also find ways to make the other party as firm as you, encourage her, let her have hope, don't be defeated, don't give up, don't fall behind. There is only so much I can do..."

Aunt Mei looked at me and felt a little reluctant. She frowned and said, "Qin Zheng, you are too obsessed. If so, in the end... I'm very worried about you..."

"Aunt Mei, I dare not think of that step," I murmured, "I know it is very likely to reach that step, but I dare not think of it. I dare not think of life without her. What would I do, and what could I do..."

Aunt Mei seemed to want to comfort me, but she didn't know how to comfort me. She wanted to say something but stopped, and finally turned into a long sigh...

Later, we went to bed without saying anything.

Early the next morning, when I woke up, I heard something outside the living room, got out of bed and walked out, and saw that Aunt Mei had prepared a sumptuous breakfast, she smiled at me and said, "Go and wash, have breakfast after washing, and I have to do something after breakfast."

I was stunned and nodded. Her appearance made me think of the situation where she lived here during that period.

We had breakfast together, and after packing up, we were about to go out when a knock on the door suddenly came.
Chapter completed!