It went on like this for a while, occasionally smoking on the balcony, occasionally thinking of her in a daze on the floor where she slept in the dance room, half a year has passed, at the end of the summer, Yi Wei went downstairs to pick up the students as usual, although the sun was more dazzling, but I could still see a girl standing in the middle of the square with a guitar and an umbrella on her back.

Yi Wei Psychology: (It should be her)

Izuku: Learn the guitar, right? I'll help you carry it?

The customer didn't speak

Yi Wei: I'm sorry I just finished teaching above, so I'm too busy.

Zhao Qian: It's okay, it's just a little hard to find.

Yi Wei: Actually, it's okay, but sometimes the signal is not good, and the map will be delayed

The two of them came to the studio, so I'll give you a trial lesson first.

Zhao Qian: yes, okay

Yiyi: My name is Yiyi, so you can just call me Xiaoyi

Zhao Qian: Let's call it Mr. Yi

Yi Wei: Okay, then let's get started

Generally, the trial class is about 20 minutes, and somehow from the hottest sunshine in the afternoon to the afterglow of the sunset, it is close to the 2h trial class.

Zhao Qian: Teacher, I decided to sign up, it's getting late, I have to go, is there anything I want to practice?

Yi Wei: Well, I'm good at plucking the strings.

Zhao Qian: Okay, thank you, teacher, then I'll go first.

Yi Wei: Why don't I send you?

Zhao Qian: No, no, it's okay, thank you, teacher.

That night, Yi Hao couldn't help but think of her, and at the same time, she inadvertently thought of her ex, and she didn't know if she was married.

And just like that, by the evening of the next day, her message appeared.

Zhao Qian: Teacher, am I right?

Yi Wei looked at her avatar: Well, yes, you did a great job.

In the next period of time, as more and more classes were taught, more and more communication was made, and the two got to know each other.

On the last day of the course, Yi Hao mustered up his courage.

Yi Wei: Can I ask you to watch a movie tomorrow?

But after waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply

Izumi Psychology: (Okay, maybe I'm self-inflicted)

Zhao Qian: I'm sorry, I'm busy tomorrow, so I can't go.

Although Yi Wei was a little disappointed, the other party still replied after all.

Yi Wei: It's okay, my friend just gave me two movie tickets, and I think it's a shame not to go.

Zhao Qian: Next time.

In fact, a movie ticket was indeed given by a friend, and it just so happened that Yi Wei felt that this was a rare opportunity to ask her out, so he bought one for himself.

Of course

Yi Wei didn't make it in the end, because another student came to try out the class later.

Some days, no matter how much you don't like it, it still comes as promised. This festival, and that festival, if you can shield it, I really want to bypass that special day, I am afraid that my heart will pierce again. Yi Wei slept on the sofa in the studio, sleeping in zero degrees, very uneasy, his hands and feet were actually cold in the warm quilt, his body curled up into a ball, when the loneliness was in his bones, even if the heat was unbearable, he still couldn't melt the cold in the unhappy. I like to paint cakes to satisfy my hunger and build a spiritual garden for myself, a grass and a tree, a flower and a bird, fill them one by one, just to fill the verdant brain to dispel the echo of loneliness. But it can be tossed around, and it becomes a lonely leaf after the wind, a bird in the nest that is injured. Even if you portray yourself beautifully, it will wither like a falling flower, and you will never be able to avoid the eyes that are out of control. I didn't lose anything, but I was stolen by the stealing wind, I looked at the work diary board and the debt repayment board stupidly, my eyes blinked, and the occasional passing motorcycle downstairs screamed and shouted in the end, stubborn, dreaming not dreaming, waking up and waking up, just walking through the chaos. At dawn, the moon was thin, a few scattered stars, lying in front of the window, breathing the cold in front of the window, everything was quiet and terrible, and the days were frozen, Yi Wei didn't understand if his heart would be awakened if he pushed open the window, but Yi Wei understood that it was really cold...... Maybe it's only Izu's heart that tells him, do you like her, do you need her, or is someone more?