The Old Photo (旧照片)

Chapter 4

Translator: MysticRain

04.

Turned out it had already been this long.

The sixteen years old boys, one had become a twenty-seven years old man, and one became an underground soul.

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Li Yu couldn't stop crying, he hugged the photo and shrunk into a ball, only his shoulders were trembling slightly.

As if in that one second, a sixteen-years-old Zhao Mu was still carried his violin and confessed to him. He nodded in a daze, Zhao Mu then laughed as he ran away from the window, the sound of footsteps kicking and treading spread all the way to the door of his house. He opened the door, Zhao Mu leaned in front of his house fervently looking at him. He smiled brightly when he saw him opened the door.

Still remembered ah......

Zhao Mu took a deep breath, he then pulled out his violin and played a song with a strange tune very nervously.

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One long, one short.

Tà——tàtà——tàtà——

It was like the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Li Yu couldn't make sense of what he was hearing, but the gentleness in the tune almost made people burst into tears, it fully soaked with love. He was stunned, while Zhao Mu's face was full of self-satisfaction.

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"This tune is called 'I love you'."

Zhao Mu bowed deeply to the overwhelmed Li Yu like a musician, then got up and introduced it solemnly, "It's a secret code that belongs only to the two of us."

After that, he couldn't helped and laughed out loud again.

Li Yu foolishly looked at him.

"I'll play for you, until forever." He tilted his head with a smile, "So, Li Yu, from now on, you are my boyfriend."

The young man was always arrogant like that, everything he said was forever.

Words were a weapon of murder......

He didn't know that such words could also became a knife, a sharp knife inserted into the center of the heart. Red blood will pour out when it was pulled out, life force will following the wound and flow out from the wound——or perhaps he knew, but despicably and selfishly tried to bind Li Yu.

Li Yu was young at that time and thought that he could really do it.

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But, how long was forever?

——"Until the day I died." Zhao Mu said firmly.

As a result, forever turned out to be only a short eleven years.

Li Yu doesn't understand music, he was tone-deaf, and his singing was out of tune, it was a pity that every notes that was sung was not in the same tune. Zhao Mu plugged a wrong string, he won't be able to notice, plug a different string, he will also be happy——This kind of monotonous music without lyric was the same for him, even Zhao Mu's meticulous creation of "I love you", was just a common note in which the length of the beat was interlaced.

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One long, one short.

One long, one short.

Dā——tàtà——tà——tàtà——

Right, just like that.

The gentle tune coincided together with the heartbeat like there was a little man stepped on the softest part in his heart, and danced lightly on tiptoes.