Yige pressed the button for the 20th floor of the elevator.
Yes, she did not go home, but went to the 20th floor of the building opposite.
Like Chongyuan, she came from a wealthy family but also chose to work.
The difference is that Chongyuan did it for fun, while she did it for... Xinan.
The elevator rose steadily, and a gentle breeze blew across her burning face, bringing a hint of coolness.
"Ding Dong!" The red light came on and the elevator arrived.
She bit her lip, and suddenly a very complex emotion surged in her heart, with sweetness, but more sadness, like the cool bitter taste of cappuccino coffee, lingering in her heart for a long time. She bit her lip lightly with her snow-white teeth, tried her best to suppress those emotions, and walked out quietly.
The orange light is very soft. The rows of saxophones placed under the light are magnificent. The colorful walls, dark green shutters, dazzling crystal chandeliers, medieval oil paintings... This classroom is like a European art palace.
She expertly found a piece of blue velvet, washed it in the bathroom, and then came back to gently wipe the golden saxophone, carefully brushing the blue cloth across the smooth surface of the metal to give the saxophone a more delicate glow.
One, two... Yige wiped them with a smile on her face, a peaceful smile, as soft as moonlight, as if she was immersed in a beautiful world. Yes, this is where Xi Nan had just practiced the saxophone, and his scent is still here...
She imagined the handsome Xi Nan standing in front of her, holding a golden saxophone in his hand, his eyes like the rippling lake water, gently playing an elegant tune.
His fingers trembled slightly. Oh, the next saxophone to be wiped is the one that Xinan plays every day.
I play this saxophone every day, but why, when my fingers touch it, I still can't help feeling a slight joy and sweetness in my heart, as if, as if I were in my first love...
At that time, wasn't she in the same mood every time she went to meet Xi Nan?
But now, this mood has a hint of secrecy, sadness, and desolation. It is like the taste of vanilla cappuccino coffee, fragrant and pleasant, but with a hint of bitterness lingering on the tip of the tongue.
A sad smile slowly appeared at the corner of her lips . Who could she blame? If she wasn't so willful...
She bit her lip, unwilling to think about it anymore.
Yige walked slowly to the bathroom and washed the flannel cloth very carefully. The cool water flowed over her left arm , and her skin was as white as snow, a smooth and delicate girl's arm. But her right hand was still hanging at her side, covered tightly by her long sleeves.
She washed the velvet blue cloth with her left hand. It was very strenuous, but she still pursed her lips and washed seriously until it was clean.
She wrung out the flannel cloth with one hand, returned to the classroom, and continued to carefully wipe the saxophone. But her fingers couldn't help but pause for a moment, and she pursed her lips quietly. Now, the saxophone she was facing... was... the one that Xi Nan had played.
She couldn't help but put down the flannel cloth, stretched out her left hand, and gently stroked the smooth and cold metal surface. Just now, his fingers had also pressed here, and there was still the warmth he left. He frowned, exhaled , and the melodious music continued.
She recalled that his love for the saxophone was no less than her obsession with cappuccino.
"Do you like saxophone or me?" she asked with a pout.
He smiled gently, his eyes clear: "I like them all."
She insisted: "No, you have to tell me who you like more!"
He couldn't bear to be pestered, so he smiled and said good-naturedly: "Of course I like my Yige more."
She clapped her hands happily: "You are not allowed to play the saxophone this afternoon. You have to accompany me to Green Island!"
He had an awkward expression on his face: "Yige, the teacher is very strict..."
She pouted and said, "Look, you obviously like saxophone the most. I won't talk to you anymore." Then she turned and left.
He quickly caught up with her: "Okay, okay, Yige, don't be angry, I will accompany you to Green Island in the afternoon." Then he sighed softly and scratched her nose: "I really can't do anything about you, girl." The doting tone could not be concealed.
Only then did she smile. Later, I heard that he was punished by the teacher and played the saxophone for an entire afternoon, and his lips were swollen. The teacher, who was highly skilled but also moody, was the most frightening teacher to students, but for her, he didn't care.
It was all her, all her willfulness... She gently placed her hands on the saxophone and cried silently. Today... I couldn't hold it back again...
Tears, you never...never listened to me...
After a long time, she finally stopped crying and continued to wipe the saxophone carefully. Finally she finished.
She put away the saxophones one by one with great effort. It was not an easy task, because she could only carry the heavy saxophones with her left hand, and she had to be very careful, because each of these saxophones was very valuable.
She put the saxophone in order, then changed to another flannel and began to wipe every corner of the house.
The sunlight was getting dimmer and dimmer. Occasionally she looked up and saw the glass of the building opposite, reflecting a moving orange-red light, so warm and soft that it almost moved her to tears. The Golden Crow slowly folded her wings, and the night came like a tide.
The crystal chandelier in the classroom lit up. She gently reached out and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Finally, she finished. She had never done such work at home. Her father loved her and her family was rich, so Qiu Jie could do anything.
But I have to do this because...
Now, only here is the place closest to him without being discovered by him... She looked at the brand new classroom, smiled slightly, turned off the lights, closed the door gently and went out.
"Yi Ge, you're cleaning so late again today." Yi Ge turned around suddenly and saw a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, looking at her with a smile.
"Yes, teacher, but I really have cleaned it very well." Yige said with a smile.
Half a year ago, when I found this place and saw this teacher for the first time, I really couldn't connect him with the "devil coach" that Xinan mentioned. He was an uncle about the same age as my father, and looked very amiable.
When the teacher knew why she came, he pondered for a while.
Yige was anxious: "Teacher, I can do anything. I can endure hardships. Please rest assured and let me do this job."
The teacher looked at her, smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, Shu Yige should be the apple of the eye of Shu Lianfang, the real estate tycoon of this city, right?"
She lowered her head, deeply hating those ubiquitous reporters.
The teacher continued, "Your family situation doesn't allow you to come here to work and earn money. I don't know what your purpose is. This job will be very hard and definitely not fun. If you can't bear it, you might as well give up early."
He looked at the slender body of the girl in front of him and couldn't help but wonder, can this spoiled young lady endure such hardship?
Unexpectedly, she nodded firmly: "I can do it, teacher, please give me a chance!"
He still hesitated for a moment, and his eyes could not help but fall on her wrist covered by long sleeves: "But, you just said that you can't use strength with your right hand, right?" He couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart. It was really a pity that such a beautiful and lovely girl had a disabled right hand.
A ray of dove gray seemed to be cast on her face, but it immediately turned bright: "Teacher, although my right hand cannot lift heavy objects, I still have my left hand. Please believe me! Really, I can do it!" There was an eager light flashing in her beautiful eyes. She looked at him steadily, making him no longer have the heart to refuse her.
So he kept her. But to his great surprise, she did a very good job. Although it took more time and energy than ordinary people, she persisted for a full six months.
And the classroom is cleaned so cleanly every day, it is sparkling and shiny.
He felt as if the girl was cleaning with her heart.
He slowly guessed the reason.
There were a few times when he came home late and saw the girl crying over a saxophone with a pitiful look on her face. Suddenly, he understood something, but he never said it out loud.
Now, seeing her coming out sweating again but with bright eyes, he couldn't help but feel worried: "Don't clean so late next time, go back earlier. It's dangerous for a girl to walk alone at night." He knew Yi Ge would not let the driver pick her up.
Yige nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you, teacher. Teacher, I'll leave first." This "devil coach" actually has a very good heart.