I had to work during the week, so my German course was adjusted again and I had a full twelve hours of lessons every Saturday. The company has a commuter bus that sends employees who need to return to the city every Friday after work. Every Friday afternoon, I go to the city with the commuter bus, spend one night at Yingxiu's accommodation, and study German the next day. Then I returned to the office with a large pile of homework assigned by the teacher, and took an hour out of work every day to review, sometimes in a corner of the southeast of the company that was covered by dense trees, and used the online group to talk to the students in the class to practice speaking. Faust has made great progress in memorizing and has been praised by my teacher, who praised me as the most linguistically gifted student and the best student with the best memory since she taught German. But there was one thing that always made her criticize, and that was my accent, I didn't speak German with a Chinese accent, but it was always informal, and she didn't know what was going on at first, until she heard my hometown dialect when I was talking to my mother on the phone. He called me to the office after class in the evening and told me to quit this bad habit.

"I now know that your accent has always smelled of apples." "You have to get rid of it," she said, "or you'll have spent more than a year in vain," she said. ”

Apples are abundant in my hometown and exported overseas. I tried to improve, tried all kinds of methods, speaking with something in my mouth, looking in the mirror to practice, speaking tone by tone, even measuring pitch with a tuner, and the teacher pinching my tongue with tweezers, it didn't work. Sometimes, just after using a correction method, it is quite effective, but after a few minutes, the original form is revealed, and I am also tortured. In the end, neither the teacher nor I insisted on it.

"Your tongue is a stone." She said, "That's it, everyone else understands." ”

I came back from that city by the sea and never practiced the piano again, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't have a piano to practice. After the expansion of the painting class, piano lessons were added, and I often used my spare time to go to the piano classroom to listen to the children's lessons. Because of financial problems, there was only one piano in the piano room, twenty electric pianos, and sometimes there were too many children, so they had to use hand-rolled pianos. The female piano teacher, surnamed Liu, had been teaching at the training class, and one weekend, I contacted her to see her class again, and she readily agreed. Saturday and Sunday are the most children's time, and she has to teach from morning until half past eight in the evening. That weekend, German class was moved from Saturday to Sunday, and I spent the whole Saturday in the back of that room, playing monotonous tunes on the hand-rolled piano with her lessons. During this period, she came to my place to see me several times, the first time she was supposed to instruct me, but when she saw how well I played, she stopped talking until 2:40 p.m., when all the children were gone.

"Why are you lying?" She asked, "Say you can't play." ”

I did tell her that I couldn't play, and I don't know why I lied to her. I apologized to her and hoped she wouldn't mind, but I also told her that I hadn't played the piano much and had been practicing with the electric piano, hoping to play a few songs on the piano taught in the class. She had no objections and welcomed me to do so. I adjusted my breathing and played "The Sound of Silence," the first piece she played to me when I was in the ballroom with Qiu Pei a few years ago, and that was the first time someone had played it specifically for me. I practiced afterwards and thought I could play well. The piano sounded, and the piano teacher listened quietly. Inevitably, the song reminded me of Qiu Pei, of the banquet hall of the hotel, of the coast-like stage of my dreams, of the courtyard, of the house I lived in, and of the smell of Waltz that I had tasted from her mouth when I pressed her to bed. I followed it up with a waltz.

She was very appreciative of my piano skills and asked me if I had been practicing painting and piano since I was a child. I told her that painting counts, but the piano doesn't. We stayed in the piano room until half-past two, when the caretaker told us that it was time to turn off the lights and close the door, during which time I asked her for piano skills, and she was clearly better at playing than me. It's just that many of her views are diametrically opposed to Qiu Pei's, and I savored them and found that their diametrically opposed views are reasonable and worthy of acceptance. I think Qiu Pei's piano skills are better than hers, Qiu Pei can play a lot of songs with particularly high skill requirements, some of which jump on the keys like fingers, which dazzles me and admires. And this piano teacher, I asked her about the more complicated pieces that Qiu Pei performed in front of me, and she said that she was not familiar with them. From then on, I often returned to the training class where I used to teach painting after work, listened to Mr. Liu's piano lessons in the piano classroom, and practiced a few more songs after the children had finished. Once, when the principal showed up at the door, he was still impressed with me, knowing that I was the only one of all the teachers he had hired who had applied for employee insurance from him. He asked me if I wanted my former colleague to come back and I told him everything was as he said, and he said I could come and play anytime in the future, as long as it didn't interfere with the lesson. I am grateful for the principal's words, and this opportunity has also allowed me to improve my piano skills faster.

At first, I thought I was just running into the piano room purely for practice, but it wasn't until I was lying in bed with Ms. Liu that I realized that the reason why I liked going there was because of the familiarity that the classroom and her gave me about Qiu Pei. When I left the training school, she didn't have a partner. But in just one year, she got married once, and divorced two months later. But she never showed the unique resentful temperament of a divorced woman, but looked proud everywhere, as if she had escaped from the cage.

"Anyway, I was forced by my parents." "He was also forced by his parents," she said. ”

She was my second woman, and since I came out of that dark room, I have a sense of sex that I didn't know before, and my values about sex itself have changed. Although I still have the idea that love and sex should be one and the same in my mind, when the wonderful sensations that had happened come back to my brain, I feel like I can give up anything, and I feel like I need a woman desperately sometimes. The occasional appearance of Helen in my head made me want to give up on this idea for a while, but it was a fleeting thing and didn't make me change my mind.

In fact, when I first returned to the piano studio as no longer an employee of the training class, when she told me on the first night that she was married and divorced, my desire for her had already risen, and I needed to find in her the emotion that would ease my anxiety, and I was sure that I would be able to do it. Finally, on a cold and windy night after the rain, I took the initiative to hold her hand for the first time when I left the training school with her, and told her that she would live alone when she went back, and that the cold wind would climb into the window and make her feel lonely, so it was better to live with me, at least to relieve the loneliness. She turned to look at me and said she had never felt lonely.

"But that's okay." "It's you who need to send loneliness," she said. ”

We stayed in an express hotel and everything fell into place. When she entered the door, she hugged and smelled me, and wanted to bite my mouth off. It's completely different from when I kissed Qiu Pei, Qiu Pei's lips are like "Waltz", and hers is like "Serenade". She was very skillful and took the initiative many times, which caught me off guard. In the process, I also tried to compare the difference with the first time in the dark room, and the difference between the two was at the end of the matter. At the end of the day with the woman who had not seen the face, I did not feel any emotional aspect; And when I ended up with the piano teacher, I felt guilty that I didn't even want to look up at her. But she was still enthusiastic, hugging me tightly and saying unbounded and seemingly heartfelt love words, and even saying that she would never leave me, which made me very afraid. But her skill and ability to seduce the opposite sex will make me forget everything again and fall back into the death of her body.

She is like a girl who is in love for the first time, and she will send dozens of messages to my online chat tool every day, and I replied to each one at first, but in the end there was really no way to reply, and because of work, I took the time to reply a few words. She used this as an excuse to scold men for not being a good thing, and everything changed when she got laid. After one errand, I put my arms around her, and her hand grabbed my ||Scared||. In order to refute her remark that she had mirrored me by scolding all men, I offered to marry her—and I knew she would not agree, so I asked resolutely.

"Why don't we get married." I say.

"What a joke." She said, "I'm not going to get married." ”

So, the matter was resolved satisfactorily and I kicked the ball directly to her. When she later uttered the famous phrase that the world knew because of my coldness, I used it as a shield. Then she found a flaw and catered to my request for marriage, and I was more determined than she was, and she believed it and refused again. During that time, I used to go to piano classes and German classes in my spare time, and I never went to a ballroom. I didn't see a dancer who looked like Hai Linlin, and I didn't see Yingxiu.