Chapter 127

Han Zhan didn't know that song porcelain had such a glorious past. Although Han Zhan didn't know temperament, he also knew how high dujunfei was in the music art circle. "Dujunfei is very famous. I know him. Rongrong Ganma once cooperated with Mr. dujunfei, and I was lucky to meet him once. "

As a disciple of dujunfei, song porcelain must be excellent.

Han Zhan had seen song porcelain play the violin at her birthday charity dinner. Song porcelain has charming violin.

Han Zhan had a question in his heart. He asked Song Ci, "why did you become a pilot when you liked violin so much?"

Song porcelain was very guilty. She hung her head, looked at her hands, and said in a low voice: "when I was 14, my parents and my sister accompanied me to participate in the National Youth violin finals. It was just the summer vacation. We set out a few days in advance and planned to travel in Bijiang city for a few days."

"I didn't expect that we had an earthquake..."

Song porcelain turned pale when he thought of that dark time. "After the earthquake, I had a serious psychological barrier, I became afraid to touch the violin again. As soon as I touch the bow, I think of my bloody parents and my unconscious sister, and my hands will tremble, keep shaking... I can't play the violin any more. "

Han Zhan didn't expect such a dark past behind song porcelain's abandonment of violin.

He held song porcelain's hands. The broken finger's right hand covered the white back of song porcelain's hand, which was ugly. But at the moment, no one hates it. Han Zhan asked song porcelain, "what's that, that makes you cheer up again?"

Song porcelain embarrassed to smile, she said: "the last life I and Cheng Ziang divorce, I received a period of psychological treatment, gradually better." It's a blessing in disguise.

Han Zhan frowned as soon as he heard the name of Cheng Ziang's grandson. He ignored the boredom in his heart and asked song porcelain, "what makes you want to be a pilot?"

Song porcelain eyes lit up the light of worship, she slightly looked up, with a smile said: "I did not tell you before, I have a secret love object."

Han Zhan nodded in silence, looking at her eyes become a little strange.

Song porcelain carefully covets Han Zhan's eyes. When he sees Han Zhan, he doesn't mind talking about his secret love object, so he is relieved. Song porcelain told Han Zhan: "in fact, my secret love object is a PLA."

Han Zhan: "so..."

Song porcelain: "he saved me, gave me a second life, is my hero."

"Hero?" Han Zhan repeated the word over and over again. His mood was too complicated to say.

Song porcelain suddenly nodded, "well, it's my hero, the real hero." Song porcelain pressed her chest and her breath became light and slow. "After the earthquake, I was trapped in the ruins for two days. It was the PLA brother who found me. But the God of luck didn't take care of us. Before he rescued me, the aftershock happened, and a dangerous building collapsed beside us, crushing him and me

"And in order to protect me, he directly blocked me with flesh and blood."

"It was he who talked with me all the time during those days. He told me about his mother, about his grandfather, about his dream Song porcelain shook her head and laughed. She said, "in fact, I didn't even see what he looked like. In that case, everyone was disheartened. It's strange to see his appearance clearly. But I just like him. He is so warm that he can sing to me, even though he sings very badly

Han Zhan is strangely silent for a moment. Before Song porcelain wants to speak again, Han Zhan suddenly asks her, "is his singing very hard to hear?"

"Well, I've never seen such a pentatonic one. There's no one who sings the right tune." Although he is a brother who loves secretly, he can not make complaints about his brother's songs.

Han Zhan's face is a little dark. "It can't be all wrong."

Song porcelain: "I cheat you to do what, really five tone incomplete."

Han Zhan simply stopped talking.

Song porcelain looked at Han Zhan and asked him, "why didn't you suddenly stop talking? Vinegar? "

Han Zhan shook his head in a complicated mood

"Then why don't you talk?"

Han Zhan crossed the topic and asked her, "what does it have to do with being a pilot?"

Song porcelain nuzui said: "the PLA elder brother told me that he thought the female soldiers who fly airplanes were the most attractive. He said that his mother used to be a female pilot, the kind of fighter pilot. Then I like him, and I have to be the most charming woman? "

Han Zhan was a little surprised, "just for this?"

"Well." Song porcelain is actually very simple, also very thick nerve, no brain. When she found that she could no longer play the violin, she set "becoming a female pilot" as her goal.

Unfortunately, because of the earthquake injury, there is a long scar on the waist, which was brushed down in the final interview. I had to fly a civil aviation plane.

Han Zhan touched her hair and told her, "if the elder brother of the people's Liberation Army knows that a little girl has worked so hard for his word, he will be very happy."

Song porcelain eyes a bright, "really?""Really."

Song porcelain satisfied, she fell on the pillow, said: "honeymoon, let's go to Austria, Han Ge, you accompany me to the golden hall to see the performance, OK?"

"Good."

This evening, the newlyweds are talking about their honeymoon arrangements. The young girl, who is dying for a long time, is deeply in the guilt of her father and the desire to live. Men who are afraid to sleep in the dark are still working at night on the set.

In a corner of the city, a large bed, a sleeping woman, slowly opened the eyes that had been closed for eight years!

The dim light penetrated into Song Fei's eyes.

She gradually opened her eyes, and when she was fully adjusted to the brightness of the light, she began to look at the illusion she was in.

Around, is a dark, but in the dark can see some furniture fuzzy outline.

Song Fei is confused. Where is this?

But soon Song Fei calmed down. She tried to get up, but her body, which was inactive all year round, had no strength and was so soft that she couldn't even support her body.

After lying quietly for a while, Song Fei once again raised his hands, gritted his teeth and sat up. She slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed and stepped on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up, the first time failed, the second failed, and the third time she got up and fell to the ground with a plop.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, Song Fei finally stood up with the bedside table. The malnutrition of the body, her legs have been shaking when she stood up, she trembled to take the first step, standing in place for a while, this is the second step.

Bang!

She turned on the light.

The glare of light into the eyes, song FeiMeng closed his eyes. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, calm and a pair of song porcelain like but indifferent eyes, looking at her room.

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