Mage Joan

Edward's eyes lit up and he nodded and said: "It's a coincidence. I also have such a plan. I will go to Rawls's tutor tomorrow to find out if I can continue to follow him to study for a PhD in Austrian law."

"Can you kid don't always compare with us?" Thomas looked at Edward unhappily. "Because Qiao Ann and I both have doctorates, you must get a degree too. You said you are such an adult, why? So naive?"

"I want to study myself, it's your shit!" Edward glared at Thomas, "Who compares with you? You may not be able to get a PhD. Now you are a Ph.D. You are really shameless!"

"Okay, okay, you two don't quarrel..." Qiao An reluctantly persuaded the fight.

At this time, the piano melody came upstairs.

Qiao An turned around and looked at the sound of the piano, his heart surged with the melody.

The melodious prelude still reverberated in the hall. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the piano room on the second floor heard the girl's crisp, sweet and slightly sad singing.

...

Goodbye, please be happy

I wasted too much time

So stupid, just to hide all feelings

Now you are leaving

I beg your forgiveness

I should have told you earlier

I have been in love with you for so long

Go, go now

Without you, I can adapt to this wind and cold night

Without you, I can be with the caterpillars

Butterflies, deceive yourself without trouble

Don't delay anymore, goodbye

Please be happy!

...

Qiao An stood in the crowd, looking up to listen to the piano and singing from the Rebecca's room on the second floor.

In this sweet and sad song, countless past events rushed to my heart, countless warm pictures flashed back in front of my eyes, and finally fixed at the moment he broke up with Rebecca.

At this moment, he can't pretend to be stupid, can't deceive himself anymore.

He could hear it, and all the guests in the hall could hear it. This song was sung for him by Rebecca.

"Sorry, I'm going out to blow the hair, and I'll be back soon!"

Qiao An nodded to Edward and Thomas, turned and hurriedly walked out of the banquet hall, standing in the night-shrouded courtyard, allowing the wind and snow to dry the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Standing alone in the cold wind for a long time, Qiao An's turbulent mood calmed slightly, and he was about to return to the hall. A slight footstep on the snow came from behind him, making his heartstrings tighten again.

"Joan..."

A young girl called from behind, and her trembling tone revealed her inner anxiety, lest he leave without saying goodbye.

"I thought you were leaving..."

Qiao An took a deep breath, finally plucked up the courage to turn around and face Rebecca, facing the beautiful face that was a little less childish but more charming than before, and said with mixed feelings: "I just heard you sing that song. , I feel very guilty, come out to reflect... I'm sorry, Rebecca, I should have written to you, but I haven't written a letter in five years."

"I haven't written to you either, so we're'even'?" Rebecca shook her head, a touch of self-deprecating appeared on the corner of her lips, "I used to say such silly things, but I don't want to deceive myself anymore. Go! Joan, do you know why I didn't write to you?"

"You are angry with me, and I really don't deserve your forgiveness."

Qiao An felt deeply self-blame, but his introspection was immediately stopped by Rebecca.

"No! Fool, because I'm scared!"

"Afraid?" Qiao An repeated her words in confusion, "What are you afraid of?"

"If we all refuse to take the initiative to write to each other, I can still comfort myself and pretend that I am still stunned, as if the initiative of reconciliation is in my own hands. I am in an advantageous position in this cold war between you and me, so I might as well be patient Wait for you to take the initiative to apologize."

"However, if I take the initiative to write to you and you still do not reply to me, I can no longer lie to myself and have to face a cruel reality, that is, you don’t care about me... it will completely lose my life. The courage to go down."

Rebecca got more and more excited as she spoke, tears gushing in her eyes, she had to stop, restrain her emotions a little, and then bravely said her heart.

"I'm afraid of disillusionment, so I'd rather pretend I'm still angry with you, pretend not to forgive you for abandoning me, hide in a cocoon of wishful thinking, and refuse to face reality."

Qiao An's heart was throbbing violently.

This kind of heartache made him finally empathize with Rebecca on the parting night five years ago.

"Well, I finally said everything I wanted to say in front of you, Joan, let's just go over the past, are we still good friends?"

The girl stared with tears in her eyes, full of anticipation, but worried about being hit again, her nervous expression seemed to be waiting for the sentence.

"Of course, we will always be good friends." Qiao An answered without thinking.

Rebecca let out a long sigh of relief, and tears appeared on her face along with her smile.

"I waited for five years, just want to hear you say this to me... Sorry, I am actually very happy, I want to laugh, but tears... It ran out by itself, it's none of my business!"

Seeing the embarrassment she tried to hide, Qiao An was both funny and sad, so he took out a handkerchief and passed it silently.

Rebecca took the handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, taking the opportunity to cover her face until she was able to calmly control her emotions and expressions, pretending to hold his arms casually, and asked him to accompany her for a walk in the courtyard and chat by the way. Talk about the fortunes of the past five years.

Qiao An recounted all the important experiences in these years.

Rebecca seemed to be fascinated by every detail of his life, and inquired from time to time.

Qiao Ann tried his best to give a detailed answer, but always said that his own affairs were boring, and he also wanted to know more about Rebecca's experience over the years.

"Don't just listen to me, how have you been all these years?"

"Am I?" The girl shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, with a bitter voice: "I am not like you. I can go to other places to study according to my own wishes, travel around and take risks. My life is boring. I have not been at home or at school for the past five years. What is there to say!"

Having said that, she couldn't help but reckon with the old account.

"In the final analysis, you are still to blame! If you were willing to take me away from home and go to Midgard together, I wouldn't have wasted five years... If my vision came true, Joan, you think we will be now What kind of situation?"

The girl's eyes were full of longing.

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PS. The songs played and sung by Rebecca in this chapter are translated from a segment of "Farewell" (Adieu, Rose Solo) from the French musical "The Little Prince".

Playing this song in the middle of the night with codewords always makes my heart ups and downs... I recommend it to interested book friends to try.