C11 Silent Kyung Jian.

The white piano was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The melodious notes danced along with Ji Xue's fingertips.

She played on the railing of the balcony and the song silently danced in her heart.

Summer passed, and autumn came, followed by winter.

Life repeated itself over and over again. She had her 10th birthday, just like her previous birthdays. She had gotten Mrs Lee's bowl of noodles, and she ate very well.

A piano was carried into the house and placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room. This was a birthday gift from her uncle to Ji Xue. The piano was white and had black and white keys. She could only touch it when cleaning. It felt smooth and cold like silk.

Her uncle invited a teacher to teach her piano for Ji Xue. The piano teacher was a man. He was very young and had a gentle smile.

Every time he taught Ji Xue how to play the piano, Ji Li would take the opportunity to listen by the side. Gradually, she realized that learning piano was actually an interesting thing. So she always used the excuse to eavesdrop and secretly learn from the side. In an inconspicuous corner of the balcony, she practiced repeatedly with the keys on the pen. When Ji Xue was complaining about how hard it was to learn piano, Ji Li would always patiently practice silently.

She was getting happier and happier. In the light breeze, when there was sunlight, she would face the sunlight and her fingers would be placed on the railing, playing silently. Music notes only appeared in her heart. In her heart, besides getting her uncle's love, she also had a wish, that was, she could play a complete song.

This was her secret, the secret to learning how to play the piano. No one knew, because no one had ever heard her play the piano.

Her talent in music had taken root here.

The autumn wind was always half cold and half hot, but it made people even more dispirited.

It was rare for Ji Ye to go home for dinner today. The table was full of dishes, and only he and Ji Xue ate.

"Uncle, I want to cut my hair." Ji Xue suddenly said to Ji Ye.

Ji Ye put down the chopsticks in his hand and gently touched her hair that reached her shoulders. He asked, "Xue, why do you want to cut your hair? Girls with long hair will look good." He put some more food into Ji Xue's bowl, even though she could not finish it.

"I have a good friend. She is very pretty after cutting her short hair. So I also want to cut my short hair, uncle." Ji Xue pulled Ji Ye's sleeve coquettishly.

Although Ji Xue was only ten years old, she already liked to dress up. She was originally the cutest girl in the school, but because a girl changed her hairstyle, that girl was prettier than her. She was a little unwilling.

Ji Ye became slightly more serious and said, "Xue, you can't. I like you to have long hair. You will definitely be more beautiful. Trust me." He looked at Ji Xue. His eyes seemed to penetrate her and look at another soul.

Ji Li, who was standing at the door, happened to hear these words. It turned out that uncle liked long-haired girls more. If she kept her hair long, it was her biggest wish to be liked by her uncle, and she had never known what she would do. Only her uncle would be happy, and she always tried to make her uncle happy. She never gave up.

For the next six months, Ji Li began to carefully take care of her hair. Every day, she would seriously wash her hair. Every time after she finished washing her hair, she would let her hair dry naturally and then comb it properly. She treated her hair as a treasure.

She was indeed very beautiful. Her black and smooth hair made her skin whiter and her lips redder. No one could ignore her beauty. She became a celebrity in the school. The senior boys would lie at the window and look at her. The teachers also made her a member of the Literature and Culture Committee, so she had more friends.

On that day, as usual, after she washed her hair, she enjoyed the wind in the garden. The garden was quiet in the evening.

She liked this kind of tranquility. When she closed her eyes, she could smell the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

Ji Ye drove past the garden and saw Ji Li sitting quietly in the distance. She had a happy smile on her face. He parked the car by the side and lit a cigarette in the car. He looked at her through the window. She seemed to have grown up. She was even more beautiful. Was her light finally going to be exposed and unable to be concealed? Even if she was wearing this kind of clothes, she still had a unique freshness.

Was it because he was too kind? If he ignored her too much, it would make her feel more at ease? Why did she still not look sad? Maybe a 10-year-old child didn't understand these things. But soon, he would let her know what pain was.