Warlene was curious: "Teacher Shen, since the instrument you teach is convenient to carry around, why didn't I see you bring a musical instrument?"

"I don't have a musical instrument myself. A hint of loneliness flashed on Shen Xian's face.

After her aunt smashed her cello, she sold all her instruments and never owned her own again.

Tao Liqiong was a little puzzled: "Then how do you teach the children?"

"If you want to come to me to learn a musical instrument, you have to bring your own instrument. Shen Xian's voice was flat, "There is another reason why I chose to teach violin and erhu, the violin and erhu in the small warehouse after twelve years have been buried in dust for a long time. ”

Although the sound quality of these two instruments is not very good, it is still enough to teach children who are new to the instrument.

"Dust in the warehouse?" Xiao Hong was surprised, "Don't they have teachers in school who use musical instruments?"

In the eyes of most people who don't understand musical instruments, musical instruments are mysterious and precious, and it is a pity and incredible thing for musical instruments to be sealed in the warehouse like this, Xiao Hong is currently in this state of mind.

Shen Xian shook her head: "I found the musical instruments in the warehouse by chance, as for the reason, I don't know." ”

Even if she knew the reason, she didn't want to say it, if she did, it would inevitably cause a series of curious questions from the little girls, she didn't want to gossip, and she also felt that it was boring to talk about Chen Sesame and rotten grain.

Shen Xian's words evoked memories of her childhood: "There is nothing strange about this, when I was in elementary school, there were a lot of musical instruments in our school's warehouse, but few of our teachers knew how to play musical instruments. ”

Most of those instruments were broken by the children who sneaked in, and later, the school demolished the old houses to build new classrooms, and the warehouses were also demolished, and the instruments were missing.

"If there is no teacher who knows how to play musical instruments, how can there be so many musical instruments in the warehouse?" Tao Liqiong asked.

Wallen shook her head: "I was weak when I was a child, I couldn't play anything, and I couldn't play if I asked, so I didn't bother to know why." ”

She asked her mother why no one used the instruments in the warehouse, and her mother told her that those instruments had owners, and their owners were all talented, because of historical reasons, the instruments were gathered together, and with the changes of the times, the owners of the instruments either passed away, or left, or because of the pain caused by history, the instruments were selectively forgotten by the owners.

Because of historical reasons, there was a gap in talent, and there were few later teachers who could play musical instruments, and the musical instruments could only be left in the warehouse.

Warlene believed that Shen Xian didn't know the reason, but she felt that Shen Xian didn't want to say that there was Shen Xian's own reason, so why did she bother to talk about topics that others didn't want to talk about at this time.

Moreover, history has passed, and there are more and more talents like Shen Xian, and there is no need to dwell on the past.

Tao Liqiong and Xiao Hong continued to chat with Shen Xian, and Warlene took out her notebook and pen and began to practice calligraphy.

Before the establishment of the oncology department, she estimated that she would have to work in the maintenance team, and she would not write so many words every day like when she was in the personnel department, and it was very likely that she would not have to write a word for ten days and half a month, and she would not have too many opportunities to be disliked and ugly.

But Warlene felt that since she had started, she couldn't give up halfway, and even if no one cared about her handwriting, she had to practice it well.

Shen Xian looked at the words written by Wo Lin and shook her head: "It's really like a person!"

"What do you mean?" Volin couldn't figure out what Shen Xian was going to say for a moment.

"Your words are like your people, and they are deficient. Shen Xian patted Wo Lin on the shoulder, picked up toiletries and walked out of the dormitory.

She has always maintained the habit of going to bed early and waking up early, even if she can't sleep all night because she remembers the past, she has to lie in bed on time.