After more than a month, Bian Xu returned to Lanchen Tianfu.

Liang Yixuan acted too cautiously, and his intuition made him not hastily open the gift box directly in the car, but came to this long-lived house first.

This house where she can't live anywhere she goes.

Light up the chandelier, change into slippers, and sit down on the sofa in the living room.

There were also the gifts that Liang Yixuan returned more than two months ago on the carpet at her feet.

He glanced at the carpet, withdrew his gaze slightly, stared at the dark blue gift box for a moment, and gently pulled open the closed bow.

Open the lid and a heavy notebook and a copper key came into view.

Bian Xu stumbled slightly at the old cover of the laptop, thinking about taking the key and unlocking it.

Opening the title page, the delicate handwriting and dates, and the regular weather format made him confirm what this was at a glance.

In the first diary of the title page, Liang Yixuan wrote this way—

“On February 18, 2015, the New Year’s Eve, the weather was cloudy.

Today is the last day of my sixteen years old. In order to make me feel at ease to prepare for the first exam in Beiba, my mother and grandmother accompanied me to celebrate the New Year in Beicheng.

But after preparing for so long, I suddenly had a question: Is it because my mother wants me to go to Beiba, or does I want to go to Beiba, is it because my mother wants me to dance ballet, or does I like ballet? What will it be like if I leave my mother and give up ballet?

I asked my grandmother quietly: What should I do if I want to leave someone or give up on something, but I don’t know if the decision is right and I can’t make up my mind?

Grandma said it was very simple. When you do something, when you are sad, you shouldn’t continue to do it.

Then I will start from the first day of seventeen and use this diary to record my sadness and happiness, so that it will not be so difficult to make decisions in the future."

After reading the words, I looked back and confirmed the date of the diary and found that it happened to be the day when he passed by Liang Yixuan's dance school four years ago and watched her dance dance and wrote "Rosabella".

No wonder Liang Yixuan was impressed by what happened on that New Year’s Eve.

After staying on the title page for a while, Bian Xu was about to turn back, he suddenly noticed that a row of fluorescent markings were pasted on the edge of the notebook page, as if guiding him to turn to certain page numbers.

He thought about it and flipped to the location where the first marker was located—

“The weather was clear on Tuesday, July 14, 2015.

Today, a very famous pianist came to the dance center. When he walked into the theater, I heard many girls around me talking excitedly, saying that he was so beautiful.

I forgot what I was thinking at that time, and only remember the moment he stood in the orchestra and looked at me, a dark little corner, my heart seemed to be beating very fast...

I remember his name: Bian Xu.

It sounds really nice."

Bian Xu's fingers pinched the edge of the page stagnated, blinked very slowly, turning to the second marking sticker-

“The weather was clear on Saturday, July 25, 2015.

Today is the weekend, and we received a notice from the teacher that we will go to the rehearsal hall tomorrow to add to the rehearsal.

Everyone who used to complain about weekend rehearsals did not complain at all this time, because someone said in the group that the sun would come.

Anyway, I don’t go out to play on weekends, so I’m not afraid of extra queues.

But this time it seems like I am a little happier than before."

Bian Xu shook his head incredibly, as if he was eager to prove something, and turned on the page of the book where the third marker was located—

“On Sunday, July 26, 2015, the weather was cloudy.

Today I went to the dance center to add a schedule. The news was fake, but the border did not come.

I heard he is very busy.

Oh well……"

Bianxu kept turning backwards, as if he was about to knead the paper—

“Friday, July 31, 2015, the weather was clear.

Today, Bian Xu really came to the dance center, but he was just standing alone with the orchestra and didn't come to our place.

Many people in the dance troupe went to the theater to watch them perform.

I had just joined the group for more than a month and had not made friends yet. I didn't know who to go with, so I secretly glanced at the door.

There were dozens of performers in the orchestra, and I saw him at a glance.

He seemed to shine when he played the piano, just like the moon in the sky.”

“On August 8, 2015, the solar term begins and the weather is sunny.

Today is the dance troupe and orchestra, and I finally heard the complete performance of the border.

He is so outstanding at the age of twenty. Where will my 20 years old be?

Today I saw the chief sister talking to Bian Xu. It was so pleasing to the eye when standing with excellent people.

I also want to be the chief, I want to stand in the center of the stage, and I want to be closer to the moon.

If there is such a performance in the future, I might be able to talk to the side.

Although I may not be able to speak very much…”

“On Saturday, August 15, 2015, the weather turned cloudy and light rainy.

Today's performance was very successful.

But everyone was not very happy after the performance because Bian Xu was leaving.

When he left the theater, many people in the dance troupe went to ask him for autographs, and I heard that those who were brave enough to ask for a phone call.

However, everyone was dejected when they came back, and they might not succeed.

I didn't join in the fun. It would be great if I could buy limited edition vinyl records from Bianxu.

I want to dance well and strive to stop being a small group dance in the corner next time I’m on the same stage with him.”

Bian Xu pressed his fingers on the spine and exerted a little force, and the edges of his fingernails turned white.

“On November 8, 2015, the beginning of winter is the beginning of the solar term, and the weather is light rain.

I heard about it today that Bian Xu ended his last concert in Beicheng and will no longer perform publicly in the future.

I read a lot of news but didn't see the reason.

Some media speculated that because he has achieved all the achievements he can achieve in piano performance, he will be hidden behind the scenes in the future and focus more on his creative career.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

I should be happy to see him go to a wider world.

But I never have a chance to catch up with the moon again…”

“On Christmas Eve, December 24, 2015, the weather was sleet.

Today I heard the first commercial song written by Bian Xu.

Many people were surprised and questioned that he actually started making commercial music after leaving the classical music circle.

Their tone was like talking about how dirty and cheap commercial music was.

But I think vegetables and carrots have their own preferences, so why should we distinguish the quality of music?

But Bian Xu probably doesn't care about these voices.

If he cares, he will not leave the field that has reached its peak and start over in another field.

I think the media’s guess was wrong more than a month ago.

His choice is not career planning, but to do whatever he likes to do.

He should be such a free and easy person.”

Bian Xu moved away his sore eyes, calmed down for a moment, and then turned back.

The following logo posts gradually became sparse.

Time passed quickly, and the little girl in the diary grew up slowly, dancing ballet intently, from group dance to lead dance, to solo dance, to chief solo dance.

Perhaps because of her age, her diary has become less and her mind has become taciturn in her diary, and she only uses a few words to record her life, and her name appears less and less often.

Most of the diary has passed, and time has come to December last year.

Bian Xu's hand holding the corner of the book was there, and he was slow to move.

As if he knew there were storms ahead but he had to go, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly turned to the next page-

“On December 7, 2018, the solar term was heavy snow and the weather was light rain.

The biggest surprise in the world is probably the song that is silent in my heart suddenly rings in my ears, and the person I am thinking about suddenly appears in front of me.

When I heard that when he wanted to see me, I rushed to the appointment without even asking the reason.

That's border narration.

Anyway, I will go there, and the reason doesn’t seem to be important.”

“On Saturday, December 8, 2018, the weather was raining.
To be continued...