C121

Ji Weiyang brought Zhan Yan to a media company under Ji's. Since the boss wanted to use the site, the employees of the media companies would have a day off together.

In the recording studio, there was a white piano. Ji Weiyang carried Zhan Yan and sat beside the piano together. They were surrounded by darkness, and only the white spotlight was shining on the piano.

Ji Weiyang and Zhan Yan sat shoulder to shoulder on the zither bench. His slender fingers were placed on the black and white zither keys as he moved about skillfully.

"HappyBirthdaytoyou, HappyBirthdaytoyou, HappyBirthdayto Zhan Yan HappyBirthdaytoyou." Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! "

After Ji Weiyang finished singing, he turned to look at the girl beside him, and gently kissed her on the cheek, "Yan Yan Yan, happy birthday."

Zhan Yan raised his eyes and looked at him. His eyes that were like black grapes, were filled with a smile. Vuyo, thank you. "

Ji Weiyang smiled warmly, and said, "It's been a long time since I last played it, so I'm a little new to it. Yan Yan, what more do you want to hear? I'll play it for you. "

Zhan Yan rested her head gently on his shoulder, closed her eyes and replied warmly, "Anything is fine."

Ji Weiyang pondered for a moment, his ten fingers once again connected to the Black and White Zither, and a series of beautiful melodies once again flowed out. It was a deep and pleasant voice, affectionately singing a song called "Fairy Tales."

"I don't remember how long it was and I never heard of you again. Tell me your most beloved story. I thought about it for a long time, and I began to panic. You cried to me, fairy tales are all lies, I can't be your prince, maybe you won't understand since you said you loved me, my sky, the stars all lit up. "I want to become a fairy tale, the angel you love, with both hands spread out, to become wings to protect you. You have to believe, believe that we will be like fairy tales, happiness and happiness will be the end …"

Zhan Yan's head was always leaning on his shoulder, and the corner of her mouth held a beautiful smile. This was the first time Ji Weiyang played the zither for her, and perhaps, it was also the last time.

He didn't have time to spend with her in their marriage, not on their annual birthdays, just to have his assistant deliver expensive, uninspired gifts. Ji Weiyang was a man who didn't understand romance. He always thought that the more expensive it was, the more he would pay attention to it. However, it was only now that he vaguely understood that what Zhan Yan wanted wasn't just gold and silver mountains, but simple companionship. He just wanted to hold hands with and watch the water flow at the same time.

Perhaps, he thought, he understood too late.

The winter song had a hint of sadness in it. When the last note finished, Ji Weiyang's hands were still on the black and white keys, his tall body lightly trembling.

Would they be happy? They would definitely be happy.

Ji Weiyang's eyes became watery. He raised his chin and let his tears flow backwards. Then, he turned his head to look at the woman beside him. Her head rested quietly on his shoulder, his black hair scattered on the light gray sweater. She gently closed her eyes, his long eyelashes wet.

However, her lips curved up in a beautiful smile.

The two stayed in the recording studio for an entire afternoon. Ji Weiyang sang a lot of songs for her. When he left the recording studio, it was already sunset. Ji Weiyang was driving towards a direction other than the hospital.

Zhan Yan sat quietly in the front passenger seat, the air conditioner in the car was warm, causing one to feel drowsy.

"Are you sleepy?" Ji Weiyang asked gently. "If you're tired, go to sleep. I'll call you when I get there."

"I'm not sleepy." Zhan Yan stubbornly shook her head, even if it was just a minute and a second, she did not want to miss it. She wanted to keep looking at him until she could no longer open her eyes.

Ji Weiyang's car stopped at the entrance of the amusement park, and the two of them got off the car and walked inside hand in hand.

The evening's playground had already closed, but today, it was brightly lit, the bright neon light lighting up the pitch-black night. Standing at the entrance of the playground, Zhan Yan felt that this place was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

He took her hand and led her to the merry-go-round and said lovingly, "Do you still want to play with this? This time, no one will be fighting with you anymore.

Zhan Yan revealed a gratified smile. Last Valentine's Day, because there were too many people in the playground, she was unable to play until the Carousel. As it turns out, he had always remembered to help her achieve her wish on her birthday.

Zhan Yan rode on the beautiful wooden horse, the machine started up and beautiful music started up beside her ears. The wooden horse began to move up and down and spin.

Zhan Yan smiled as she rode on the wooden horse, following the horse's rotation, she admired the beautiful and exquisite scenery around him. Ji Weiyang stood where he was the entire time. Every time she turned to his position, he would smile warmly at her, take out his phone to take a picture of her, and place her peerlessly beautiful smile on the screen.

The voice was playing Wang Fei's' Carousel of Rotation '. The melodious voice contained traces of sadness and desolation.

'With my gorgeous appearance and my splendid lights, I am a merry-go-round in heaven, and to satisfy the child's dreams, I climb on my back and take you to soar. I forget the sadness of having to run where I am, I forget that I am locked away forever, and no matter how long I can accompany you, at least I can make you fly with me, the merry-go-round has no wings, but I can carry you everywhere, the music stops, you will leave, that's all I can do … '

When the music stopped and the carousel stopped moving, Zhan Yan sat on the carousel in a daze. She slightly retracted her bright eyes, concealing the tears that were flowing within them.

She felt like a merry-go-round, with no wings, but she imagined she could fly. However, when the music stopped, it was all over. She could only leave this place in the life of her beloved. She could only accompany him here.

"What's wrong? Haven't you had enough fun? " Ji Weiyang walked to her side and gently carried her off the wooden horse.

"Nope." Zhan Yan laughed and shook his head, "I was afraid that I would fall down and wait for you to carry me." She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ji Weiyang chuckled, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "Let's go to the seaside, don't you like the sea?"

"Alright." Zhan Yan nodded with a smile. As long as she was with him, it would be good as long as they went to the ends of the world.

The two of them held hands as they walked along the beach. The sea breeze howled as it mixed with the sound of a whistle. On a whim, Zhan Yan dragged her shoes and stepped onto the soft sofa. She placed the red nautilus by her ear and a buzzing sound echoed in her ears.

"Vuyo, listen. It's the voice of the sea." Zhan Yan laughed and placed the conch in her hand next to his ear.

Ji Weiyang smiled warmly and rubbed her head, "It's just a resonance from the air."

"Not romantic at all." Zhan Yan took back the conch and placed it back on her ear, closing her eyes, she quietly listened to the sound of the sea.

Meanwhile, Ji Weiyang's arm wrapped around her from behind, carrying her and sitting her on the beach. He lifted her feet with his hands, patiently patted off the fine sand on her white socks, and helped her put her shoes back on. Always fooling around, what do I do when I catch a cold? "

Zhan Yan blinked her clear eyes, looked at him with her hands on her cheeks, and laughed innocently. Ji Weiyang, how about we build a beach castle? "

"Childish." Ji Weiyang's face was filled with black lines, but in the end, he still stayed on the beach and stupidly dug together with her.

Zhan Yan's face was covered with sand, but she did not know it, so she was completely focused on the beach castle in front of her. She searched through her memories and built the Ice and Snow City in Harbin, this was the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen in her entire life.

After the castle was built, Zhan Yan was as happy as a child. Ji Weiyang took out his phone and photographed them one by one. Under the night sky, the coast, the castle on the beach, and the angelic and pure girls, they all created a beautiful scene.

Ji Weiyang got up, and drew a big heart beside her, coincidentally encircling both of them. He sat next to her, magically, a small strawberry cake with a pink candle stuck in it. He lit the candle with a lighter.

"The candle flickered slightly in the sea breeze, giving off a faint yellow glow." "Yan Yan, make a wish."

Zhan Yan clasped her hands together and gently closed her eyes as she silently prayed in her heart: If I can, I hope that time can forever stop at this moment.

After making that wish, Zhan Yan opened her eyes and blew the pink candle out. She stuck out her white fingertip, dipped a piece of cream in it, and put it in her mouth. The soft, sweet taste spread across her tongue. It was the taste of happiness.

A bit of cream stuck onto the corner of her mouth. Ji Weiyang smiled warmly as he lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

"So sweet." He left her lips and licked his lips as if he wanted to continue. His smile added a tinge of evil charm to it.

Zhan Yan's face flushed red and she shyly lowered her head.

The two of them lay on the beach together, looking up at the resplendent stars in the sky. Zhan Yan rested her head on his arm, her clear eyes reflecting the splendor of the stars.

"Vuyo, the stars are beautiful."

"Yes." Ji Weiyang replied indifferently, "You are even more beautiful than the stars in the sky."

"Tell me, do people really become stars after death?" Zhan Yan asked again.

"Maybe." Ji Weiyang answered, "We will know in a hundred years."

Zhan Yan was silent, her face gently leaning on his chest, listening to the calm yet powerful heartbeat in his chest. She felt an inexplicable sense of security just by quietly listening.

"Yan Yan Yan, do you still remember the first time we met? You must not know that I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. " Ji Weiyang turned his head to look at her, and said with an almost gentle voice.

The first time they met? Zhan Yan frowned slightly. She remembered that the first time they met was at her grandmother's funeral.

Seemingly seeing through her doubt, Ji Weiyang continued to explain, "When the funeral ended, I saw you secretly crying by yourself in a corner of the Sky Platform, crying so hard your heart almost shattered. Yan Yan, do you believe me? At that moment, I want to give it my all to pacify the sadness in your eyes. "

Zhan Yan looked at him foolishly, and after a moment, she smiled mischievously. "Director Ji fell in love with me at first sight?"

Her tone of voice sounded somewhat playful, but he didn't expect Ji Weiyang to nod his head seriously, grabbed onto her slightly cold little hand, and kissed his on the lips, "Un, I fell in love with you at first sight."

"But you never told me that." The playful smile on Zhan Yan's lips slowly disappeared, and her eyes floated with light.

Ji Weiyang sighed lightly, and embraced her into his embrace. He had always thought that he was self-righteous, even if he did not say it, she would understand, that they still had a lifetime ahead of them … "But, it turns out that life is so short, life is so fragile." I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier. "

Zhan Yan nestled in his chest, greedily enjoying the warmth of his embrace. It's not too late now. " At least, while she was alive, she knew that he had always loved her, from the beginning until now.

Ji Weiyang's teary eyes couldn't help but start to moisten. He nodded with great difficulty and said in an extremely low and suppressed voice, "Mn, we still have a lifetime. Yan Yan, we will love each other well."

Zhan Yan nodded heavily, forcing herself not to cry. Ji Weiyang extended out his pinky, grabbed her pinky, and said childishly, "Yan Yan, we agree to be romantic together when we reach 20 to 30 years old, and to live together when we are 30 to 40 years old, and dull together when we are 40 to 50 years old …"

"What about 50 to 60 years old?" Zhan Yan asked with a smile, but her voice was choked with emotions.

"When we are 50 to 60 years old, we will grow old together, when we are 60 to 70 years old we will become muddle-headed together, when we are 80 years old we will take our wedding photos again. Hopefully, we will still be together in the next life." Just as Ji Weiyang finished speaking, Zhan Yan laid on his chest, and suddenly cried out.

Her two hands tightly clutched at the corner of his shirt. Her tears had drenched a large portion of his clothes. "Weiyang, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've turned this comedy into a tragedy …"

Ji Weiyang hugged her tightly, his chin pressing onto Zhan Yan's head, allowing her to cry in her embrace. On the side that she couldn't see, a cold tear slowly flowed down his handsome face, bringing along an unspeakable pain.

No, there was no need to apologize. She wasn't wrong. All this while, the person who was at fault was him. He had always wanted to give her the best things in the world. In the end, however, he learned that love was a nuance; that love was the ordinary thing; that love was the everyday thing; that love was the everyday thing, and that no matter how rich or poor, they all lived side by side; and that from the very beginning he had made the wrong definition of love, and that it was ridiculous.

The two of them lay on the beach with their arms around each other, neither of them saying anything. Zhan Yan was tired from crying, she just quietly laid on his chest, her eyes watering as she looked at the stars in the sky blankly.

She remembered that on the day of their marriage, although it was clearly spring, a torrential downpour had occurred. The sky was cloudy and the day seemed to be dark, causing Zhan Yan to be depressed for a while. At that time, Ji Weiyang had comforted her by saying that a wedding in the rain was just too romantic.

He had indeed given her a romantic wedding, but in the end, they still hadn't received the blessings of heaven. Perhaps, from that moment on, there would be no end between them.

"Is it cold? Let's go back. " Ji Weiyang calmed his emotions and picked her up from the beach.

"I don't want to go back. Viyan, I don't like the smell of the disinfectant in the hospital at all."

Ji Weiyang laughed helplessly, "You have been a doctor for so many years, haven't you gotten used to the smell of the disinfectant in the hospital? "Be good, don't be willful, the sea is too cold, you will catch a cold."

Zhan Yan tightly embraced his waist, her small face deeply buried in his chest, "Then how about we go home? Viyan, I don't want to go back to the hospital. " She didn't want to die in a hospital, in a cold bed.

There was nothing Ji Weiyang could do about her, so he could only nod his head and agree.

Ji Weiyang drove her back to the mountain villa. Zhan Yan laid on the bed in her bedroom and suddenly had the urge to cry. She had finally returned home.

"Tired? I'll go and get some water, have a hot bath, and then I'll go to sleep. " Ji Weiyang gently kissed her lips, then stood up and left.

Zhan Yan smiled, she watched as his figure disappeared into the bedroom, but the moment the door closed, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced with a look of pain and savageness. Her palms tightly covered her chest. The pain in her chest was rapidly expanding, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Weiyang …" Her lips trembled as she called out his name. However, she did not ask for help. Instead, her vision suddenly turned dark as she fainted.