Chapter 137:

When he was very young, Ye Fan began to learn violin. While other children were playing, she was practicing new tunes.
The violin has gradually changed from a hobby, a dream, into an integral part of life.
At that time, Ye Fan had only music in her world, and she had no friends.
Ye Fan's family is happy. The Ye family supports her dream. Her parents would accompany her everywhere to take part in the violin competition and be proud of her.
The day He Han met Ye Fan was at a school's celebration performance.
In the afternoon, there was no audience in the school's auditorium. People at the rehearsal arrived one after another, Ye Fan took the piano case and got out of the taxi.
Today, my parents worked overtime and didn't have time to send her over.
In the school, Ye Fan was always alone, and she carried the piano case alone to the school's auditorium.
Ye Fan is still in junior high school, but the cold temperament has begun to take shape. The sun was shining all over the road and it happened to fall on her face, her features were exquisite and beautiful.
There was a rustling sound on the soles of the feet, and Ye Fan paused slightly.
The fallen leaves were blown by the wind and blew past the feet.
The wind also spread the shattered voices around him: "Let's go to Teaching Building 1."
"Although Xuehan looks good, he heard that his personality is very cold."
"..."
The group of girls were talking about the seniors in the middle school.
He Han's name passed by Ye Fan's ear. She stepped forward intently, and did not hear her ear.
Except for his family and violin, many things are not important to Ye Fan.
The cell phone in his pocket rang, and Ye Fan stopped and took the call.
Mom's voice came from the phone: "My dad's work will soon be over, and we will rush to school to see you soon."
Ye Fan bent his lips, and his cool face finally showed a little bright: "Be careful on the road."
"Rest assured, we know it."
Ye Fan took a week off from work to go outside to participate in the youth competition.
Tonight is the school's celebration performance, and finally ended the game before that, rushed back. The principal asked her to perform a tune on the school day.
When Ye Fan arrived at the school hall, it was her turn to rehearsal soon.
She opened the case and took the violin out of it. Her expression was serious, she took the violin seriously when she went to the stage, and no one seemed to disturb her when she was playing.
This middle school is very famous. Almost every student knows this girl who won the national youth competition championship at a young age.
During the rehearsal, they watched Ye Fan's performance, and everyone knew that her future was bright.
Before the celebration began, more and more students entered the school auditorium.
Ye Fan stomped her feet in the background and met her parents in the audience. They never promised Ye Fan's promise.
In every performance, the performer needs an audience. Those two people are the audience that Ye Fan needs most.
There are several seats in the row of seats behind Ye Fan's parents. Some students may not be here yet.
Ye Fan didn't know that after a while, a few senior high school seniors would sit there. There is also a name often mentioned by students, He Han.
From this day on, the fate of Ye Fan and the fate of He Han will have intricate intersections.
After Ye Fan's parents are absent, he will be the most important audience in her life.
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High School.
He Han was sitting in the classroom, he leaned casually on the back of the chair. The light fell lightly and shallowly, which illuminated He Han's face.
He has three-dimensional eyebrows, a well-defined jaw, and a thin, sharp lip line.
He Han was indifferent and did not talk much on weekdays, giving a cold feeling.
He Han had an exercise in front of him. He glanced a few times and slowly wrote down a few answers. What is difficult in the eyes of others, he can easily figure it out.
At this time, He Han's friend Lin Xian came over. Lin now put an envelope on He Han's desk, and his voice was ridiculous.
"He Han, there is another elementary school girl handing you a love letter."
He Han is the school grass and the first grade. Girls often come to the classroom to see He Han. There are also bold girls who will confess to He Han.
He can't count them, this is the first time He Han has received a love letter from a girl.
Such a similar scene will appear almost every other day.
He Han didn't look at the love letter. He looked up and glanced at Lin Xian lightly: "Help me return."
Lin Xian raised an eyebrow, this was the expected answer.
Every time the girl handed a love letter to He Han, He Han never opened it. Love letters will return to the girls' hands intact.
Lin Xian glanced at the door and joked: "The elementary school girl is still standing at the door, aren't you going to open the love letter to see?"
He Han indifferently said: "No need."
Then, He Han bowed his head and continued to look at the exercises.
His eyes were a little cold, and he didn't mean to speak at all.
Lin Xian sighed. He picked up the love letter, walked to the classroom door, and looked at the girl.
"Sorry, little girl, this love letter is for you."
The girl's eyes were disappointed and sad. She took the love letter and squeezed her fingers tightly.
He Han, like all the population, is excellent and hard to reach. But she still wanted to gather courage and confess to He Han.
However, like everyone else, her confession failed.
Before the girl left, she glanced into the classroom. He Han bowed his head, his side face was handsome and stern, and he did not look good.
He Han's sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a thin arm.
He was solving the problem intently, and it seemed that nothing could affect him.
Time passed quietly, and soon it was dusk.
The sun went down and the dim light enveloped the campus. Today, the school's auditorium will host school celebrations, and students can go there to enjoy the performance.
Lin Xian walked to He Han's position and asked, "He Han, are you going to see the school celebration?"
He Han: "Don't go."
Lin Xian gathered up: "I tell you, this school celebration is not so boring as before."
He Han raised an eyebrow. He didn't care about Lin Xian's words, he picked up his school uniform jacket at random, and went outside the classroom.
Lin Xian followed He Han and continued: "Yan Fan, the talented violinist in our school, will also perform on stage."
Ye Fan's name has been heard by He Han before, but He Han has never paid attention to her.
He Han's face did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Not interested."
Lin Xian: "I tell you, Ye Fan is very good. She also won the domestic youth award."
He Han faintly hummed.
Along the way, Lin Xian gave He Han science popularization some Ye Fan materials, what looks beautiful, good grades, very talents and the like.
No matter what Lin Xian said, He Han's expression was always faint.
He Han walked forward casually, as if nothing would interest him.
At this time, Lin Xian said: "He Han, I bet with you, Ye Fan's violin is really good, I don't believe you go to the scene to see."
Lin Xian's tone was so determined, He Han finally turned his head and glanced at him.
He Hansong said, "Yes."
At this point, the sky was dark, and the heavy night covered the sky.
He Han and Lin now arrived at the school's auditorium, and have not yet entered. They can already hear the noise and loud music inside.
He Han stood there casually and looked at the stage. Now performing a dance, He Han watched for a while, and frowned slightly: "boring."
Lin Xian said: "Ye Fan's violin show seems to be behind."
After waiting for three more shows, it is still not Ye Fan's show. Noisy around, He Han didn't like this kind of scene.
He Han was originally pulled over by Lin Xian. He was not interested in waiting any longer, turned around and said to Lin Xian: "I'll go back first."
He Han walked towards the entrance of the auditorium. Lin Xian stepped forward and said, "Don't hurry, the good-looking program is still behind."
He Han did not stop, he did not look back, and waved his hands behind.
At this time, the pleasant sound of the piano suddenly dropped and spread throughout the auditorium.
The sound of the piano lightly touched He Han's ear, He Han's eyes flickered slightly, and his footsteps stunned.
Lin Xian saw He Han stop, walked to him, and said, "This is the genius violinist Ye Fan I said to you."
"Well, she plays the violin pretty well."
If He Han was not aware of Lin Xian's remarks, the hustle and bustle around him had disappeared.
At this moment, the air became silent, only the melodious and charming piano sound lingering in his ear for a long time.
He Han turned around, he looked up and looked at the slender figure on the stage.
He Han didn't look at Ye Fan's face. His first reaction was to notice the posture of Ye Fanla's violin.
Ye Fan leaned her head, the violin rested on her shoulder, and her other hand was on the black piano. The melodious sound filled the auditorium.
He Han's eyes flashed slightly, and Ye Fanla's violin posture was quite standard.
Her hands are fair and slender, and compared to ordinary people, it seems to look better.
Then, He Han slowly looked at Ye Fan's face.
A long distance across the crowd, He Han's sight fell on Ye Fan so quietly.
The lights were dimly enveloping Ye Fan, and she stood there as if it were the focus of the stage, making it difficult to look away.
Outside is a dark night, and the surrounding is dim light, at this moment, everything seems to be clear.
This is the first time He Han has seen Ye Fan in this life.
In this dark and silent night, the two met here.
At the moment when Ye Fan's face was clear, He Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
Ye Fan has a white complexion and dark eyes. She wore a school uniform, and her large school uniform wrapped her slim body.
Ye Fan's body was straight. Compared with others, he was a little bit colder.
Ye Fan bowed her head. She didn't look down at the stage, she just focused on the violin.
With her eyes closed, beautiful notes, one after another, flowed slowly out of the body.
It's like a clear lake and an ethereal dream.
He Han stared at Ye Fan for a moment, his eyes were unclear.
The sound of the piano still rang, and He Han stood there, never moving.
As long as the song rang, He Han stood for so long.
His gaze kept looking at Ye Fan on the stage, his eyes applauded.
He Han can see that Ye Fan takes the violin very seriously, he will devote all his energy to the things he likes, and he will do it with a very sincere attitude.
Just like him.
He Han's expression remained unchanged, but his thin lips slowly pulled.
At that time, He Han and Ye Fan still didn't know each other. They were just strangers to each other, without those deep-seated and difficult to give up emotions.
However, some things are doomed.
The bond between them has long been deeply imprinted in each other's bones and blood.
No matter in past life or this life, they will always be close, familiar and in love with each other.
No matter what, they will not be separated.
After the performance was over, the stage lights gradually dimmed, and the curtain went up. Applause broke out in the auditorium, and the girl who played the violin was gone.
He Han was still standing there, and he looked at the stage in a daze.
After the clean piano sound just disappeared, He Han felt like he had a dream.
He seemed to be completely immersed in the illusion created by the sound of the piano, and her piano sound made people resonate strongly.
Several talking students walked around, He Han calmed down, and the people on the stage had already left.
He Han stood in place, applauding gently, just like the students present, but he was a little late, and the applause in the auditorium gradually stopped.
It didn't take long for the next show to begin.
The host's announcement sounded loudly, and He Han still remembered Ye Fan's performance. He was not in the mood to watch the show anymore, and he left here at first.
And ... what was the girl's name just now?
He Han remembered what his classmate had previously told him, and the talented violinist Ye Fan from our school would also come.
It must be her.
Just have the chance to listen to Ye Fan's performance again.
He Han thought as he walked, but he didn't realize that this seemingly ordinary night, he had let a girl occupy his brain for so long.
This is something that has never happened before.
He Han walked out of the door of the hall, and before leaving the auditorium, Yu Guang glanced at the poster on the road.
These posters were posted before the start of the school festival, but He Han didn't notice it when he came in.
He Han looked at one of the posters and closed the eyes of the girl playing the violin.
He stopped and stood in front of the poster, time also slowed down.
The light fell gently, falling on He Han's face, his cold temperament seemed to be a little soft.
His ears couldn't help but sound the piano sound just now, and his heartfelt admiration.
There was a sound of music in the auditorium, surrounded by noisy sounds, but He Han's side seemed quiet.
He Han's eyes slowly moved down and landed on a line of words.
Congratulations to our student Ye Fan for winning the first place in the National Youth Violin Competition.
He Han stayed in front of the poster for a while.
He remembered the name deeper, Ye Fan.
At the time, He Han had only a very simple idea, hoping that Ye Fan could continue to play the violin.
The sound of her piano should be heard by more people.
...
A few years later, He Han started filming after going to college. Within a few years of his debut, he was nominated for the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor.
Ye Fan also continued her violin competition, and they all went further and further on the road of dream.
When I went to the airport, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. The sky was completely dark, and the air passing through the nose was cold, but Ye Fan was not at all concerned.
Father Ye went to the parking lot to drive the car out. Ye Fan took Ye Mother's hand and went out.
Ye mother was afraid of Ye Fan's cold, and helped Ye Fan gather her scarf: "You child, you have forgotten to wear gloves, be careful about catching a cold."
Ye Mu's words rang out in Ye Fan's ear, but Ye Fan didn't show impatience at all, answering sentence by sentence.
When Ye Fan went to the door, Ye's car just came over and stopped at the door. When Father Ye came over, he turned on the air conditioner in the car.
When Father Ye saw his wife and daughter coming over, he immediately got out of the car. He helped Ye Fan and Ye Mu to open the rear door: "Get in the car quickly."
Snowflakes were falling from the dark sky. Ye Father got out of the car not long, and a lot of snowflakes had fallen on his shoulders, but he watched Ye Fan sit in the car and close the door for her.
Ye Father bypassed the car and sat in the driver's seat. They booked a ticket and accompanied Ye Fan to go abroad to participate in a violin competition.
Ye Fan sat in the car, and the air conditioner was turned on. Ye Fan's cold feet gradually warmed up. She nestled next to Ye Mu, looking at the heavy snow falling out of the window.
Because of the snow, the visibility of the light in front has also become lower, and the cars coming and going are crowded, and accidents can easily occur if you don't pay attention.
Mother Ye frowned slightly, and she couldn't help but remind her father: "You drive slowly, safety is the most important thing." Father Ye answered with a smile: "You can rest assured, I have something in mind."
The melodious piano sounds in the car, as if everything that happened afterwards will be as quiet as this moment.
A green light not far away lights up and the car starts and crosses the road.
In the next second, a strong beam of light hit him suddenly. Ye Fan turned his head to look at the direction of the light. In the dazzling light, Ye Fan saw a car crossing the road and rushing towards them.
This all happened in a short moment, and it was inevitable.
Ye Fan looked at the direction of the car, she didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she fell into a warm embrace.
Mother Ye first responded. She used her car to tightly circle Ye Fan, and then shouted, "Turn right."
Ye Ye immediately understood the meaning of Ye Mu. Ye Mu told him to turn around the car and avoid the side where Ye Fan was. If the car didn't hit him directly, Ye Fan might still be alive.
Even if Ye Mu did not propose it, Ye Ye would do the same, and he and Ye Mu's ideas coincided.
Father Ye turned his car, and the second car hit the car the next second.
Ye Fan's body slammed into the car door, the car flipped over, was hit several meters away, and the body rubbed across the ground, making a harsh noise.
Ye Fan only felt that her body was about to fall apart, the car window was broken, the broken glass seemed to scratch her body, and there was a strong smell in her nose.
The bright red color spread on the snow, and the hot blood falling into the cold snow was enough to become cold instantly.
There was no sign of heavy snowfall, and the heavy snowfall like goose feathers seemed to be buried.
Ye Fan opened her eyes with great pain, and she was in pain. She turned her head and looked to the side. Ye Mu still maintained the posture of holding Ye Fan, but she closed her eyes forever.
Ye Fan wanted to wake up Mother Ye and kept calling her: "Mom, mom opens her eyes, and soon someone will come to our rescue."
Ye mother closed her eyes silently, and no matter how Ye Fan called her, she was indifferent. Ye Fan tried to look up at Father Ye in the driver's seat.
The car has been turned over, and Ye Father twisted Ye Fan's fate at the last moment.
However, Ye Fan's most cherished violin fell out of the case. Under the violent impact of the car, the violin became fragmented and shattered, and Ye Fan could no longer care about it.
Ye Fan kept calling her parents, but no one could respond to her. Ye Fan was just a child, and sudden changes caused her to panic.
It was only vaguely clear in her mind that this night, maybe everything had changed.
When Ye Fan woke up again, her eyes were white, and she survived under the protection of her parents. She was lying on the hospital bed at the moment.
Ye Fan just opened his eyes and a sound of surprise sounded.
"Wake up, I'll call the doctor." Someone opened the door of the ward. After a while, the doctor and nurse came in.
Ye Fan's head was still a little dull, and it took her a while to recognize the person she had just spoken to be her grandmother.
The doctor came to the room, gave her some tests, and she was out of danger.
Ye Fan's grandmother sat by the bed, her eyes turned red, and she seemed to have not slept for a long time. Ye Fan didn't speak for a long time, and his voice seemed to slap a handful of sand.
"Grandma, what about mom and dad?"
Immediately after Ye Fan's voice fell, Grandma's eyes were red. She touched Ye Fan's face distressedly, and she was still comforting Ye Fan.
"It's most important for you to be healthy, and this is also the wish of your parents."
Grandma's voice trembled: "That driver drank too much, so ..."
Ye Fan's blood was so cold all at once that she was out of breath, overwhelmed by despair, and even a slight breath seemed difficult.
Ye Fan blamed herself subconsciously. If it wasn't for her violin competition, or if it wasn't for her protection, maybe her parents wouldn't be at fault.
In the following days, Ye Fan was like a soulless soul, her body was slightly raised, and she insisted on holding a funeral for her parents with her grandmother.
Ye Fan saw her parents' bodies pulled out of the narrow freezer, and she watched their bodies pushed into the incinerator.
Now only Ye Fan is here, and all the relatives who greeted her with a smile before did not come.
Maybe in their eyes, a lonely child and an elderly person who needs someone to take care of it are tired and may not get rid of it, so the funeral is extremely deserted.
Her grandmother had been crying and fainting many times during the funeral. She was too weak to stay in the hospital.
The fire was on, Ye Fan's eyes stared straight at the small window, and she watched the fire devour her parents little by little.
From the funeral to the present, Ye Fan has not shed tears. Although her eyes are sore, she can't shed tears.
Maybe Ye Fan couldn't believe that her parents had died, and she died on that snowy night, but the two left her vitality.
It wasn't until Ye Fan saw that the body in the incinerator had been consumed and she cried.
Ye Fan's crying was silent, but tears fell on his face, and the snow outside the window swelled, the cold chill spreading.
Her heart hurt so badly that she felt that the heavy snow would drown herself.
The broken violin, the broken home, the two most important audiences in her life.
Ye Fan lost it all overnight.
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