The musical instrument class was taught by Mr. Lang Zhongping, a famous national musical instrument master, and the students also cherished it for two classes a week.

If you can get Mr. Lang's recommendation, then you will have at least 20 years less struggle in your life.

However, Lao Langjue is not a good looker, not to mention his short temper, he especially hates self-righteousness and so-called related households, and he definitely can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.

Fortunately, he is engaged in music, and if he goes into politics, he may die, but I don't know how he died.

Even music suffers on this road.

In an empty classroom, there are all kinds of musical instruments.

"I ask you, what is a musical instrument?" After class, Lao Lang's eyes were all around, and he asked seriously.

A few pondered, some were silent, and of course some erupted.

"Isn't a musical instrument a musical instrument?"

"The musical instrument is a prop in the performance venue, Mr. Lang, am I right?"

……

"Yes and no." Lao Lang opened his mouth with great allegory, and then said: "Musical instruments are a kind of soul, a kind of resonance, a kind of affection, in ancient times, there are people who enter the White House with a piano, they have not only regarded musical instruments as a commodity, but also as an indispensable part of life."

After a while, he said, "If any of you shows you one or two of these instruments, I'll give you some correction."

"Qin Rushuang"!

"Qin Rushuang!"

……

Needless to say, every demonstration will definitely be Qin Rushuang, not that she has a proud gorgeousness, but that none of the students present here are more proficient than her.

Qin Rushuang thought of the twilight, the piano, the boy, and then glanced at it, he was still sitting in the corner, silent, did he have some heartache in his heart?

Perhaps!

Lao Lang was also disappointed, and said with hatred: "Don't you have a little dream yourself?"

"Xing Thirteen"! I don't know who shouted.

Then they all became Xing Shisan's name like a tide, cheering him like a superstar.

Is this love? Is this an embrace?

I'm afraid it's just that I've just turned around and been treated as a layman by all the students, looking for some tools for self-esteem.

"Oh?" Lao Lang was stunned for a moment: "New transfer student? I don't think I've heard of it before, but since the students recommend it wholeheartedly, why don't you come up and give it a try? To be honest, I'm looking forward to it. ”

Xing Shisan smiled faintly and slowly walked up from the back row.

I flipped all kinds of musical instruments casually, and finally put them on a Xiao, for whom he has a persistent love.

Lao Lang was stunned, although musical instruments are like weapons and there is no real king, but Xiao is not a good choice.

Xing Shisan took Xiao and stared at the endless starry sky through the screen, missing his family in the distance.

A song that came to this strange place and missed the convergence of songs, he named it "Starry Sky at Night".

A touch of love, a touch of sadness, formed a score, turned into endless thoughts.

A little bird passed by, flapped its wings twice, and then stopped on the windowsill and listened quietly.

Colorful butterflies are fluttering, colorful birds have chosen to stay, and the windowsill is already crowded with all kinds of birds.

Later, the choice stopped in the nearby treetops, and some chose to fly at a low altitude, and only when they lost their balance did they helplessly incite their wings twice.

Xiao Sheng suddenly became high, and the flock of birds began to be irritable for a while, and tens of thousands of birds kept hovering in the air.

In the distance, you can vaguely hear a few beast chirps reaching straight into the sky.

After the song was played, people from the neighborhood came to find out, only to wake up the old man and a group of students who had fallen into a dream.

Qin Rushuang also sighed secretly: "His level is far worse than him."

As for Xing Shisan, the initiator, he didn't know when he had returned to his seat, and outside the window, the birds and beasts were scattered, and he had long since disappeared.

"Come here"! Lao Lang waved at Xing Shisan, who was in the back row, and the student whose name he hadn't remembered was obviously favored by him.

Xing Shisan frowned, and walked to the front according to his words.

"Is your master ......" The old man hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

Xing Shisan raised his head and looked at the starry sky, and an ethereal voice sounded: "She is guarding me from a far away."

"I'm sorry", Lao Lang seemed to have some misunderstanding, pouted, and said solemnly: "Are you willing to be my disciple, I will make you the best musician."

He does have this strength, and the disciples he carefully cultivates every year are now all masters in music.

However, Xing Shisan shook his head. Music wasn't the way he was going, and he's still guilty.

The classmates were also very happy while scolding him for being stupid, after all, a person who was not treated by them suddenly spread his wings and flew high, and he would not be happy anyway.

Lao Lang was very disappointed, even after class, he left with a sigh.

After two big classes, it was half past five in the afternoon, and the broadcast in the school radio room sounded as scheduled, which also indicated the end of today's class.

At this time, a handsome boy in the class suddenly stood up, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention and said: "The freshman military training is still half a month over, and the head of the class (counselor) informs us that the freshmen of the class will prepare a finale program during the art show, and if you are interested, you can sign up with me."

Xing Shisan didn't know this boy, and no one wanted to introduce him, and he wasn't interested in acting.

Now the only thing he has to do is to protect Qin Rushuang and find his father.

After waiting for a moment, she shrank in a corner, and watched Qin Rushuang get into the car that picked her up, and Xing Shisan turned around and left.

In the cafeteria, he had a simple meal with his brothers and told them that he might return to the dormitory later, and since then he has embarked on an unknown path.

Jianggang is also one of the top steel mills in the south, located in the mid-mountainous area of Xinhang City, about twenty or thirty miles away from Jiangsu and Zhejiang University, if the normal speed of half an hour is definitely more than enough, but Xinhang is a metropolis, in this rush hour Xing 13 was stunned to take an hour of bus to get here.

At this time, it is also the time when the moon floats and the day and night alternate between reincarnation.

Xing Shisan looked at the brightly lit steel mill and frowned secretly, in the distance, surrounded by mountains, in the dimness, surrounded by trees, it looked very eerie and terrifying.

made him think of a legend about Jianggang when he looked up information on the Internet.

It was a winter when the ground was first broken, and not only did you dig up a lot of dinosaur fossils, but you also dug up something that no one could have imagined, and it even changed the fate of many people.

If you still remember the Leifeng Pagoda on the shore of West Lake, maybe you will have an impression.

Those were two pythons that had become demons, at least that's what the people felt at the time. One cyan and one white.

This is definitely a true story, when the two snakes were spending the winter, and even if they were disturbed by the world, they did not move or escape.

Two giant pythons like mountains put great pressure on the construction team.

At that time, this project was supposed to be a project received by the first and second construction of the state, and in the face of the two giant pythons like demons, the two engineering teams had a huge disagreement.

The first construction advocates continuing to start construction and ensuring the construction period, while the second construction advocates temporarily abandoning it, first protecting this place, and waiting for the python to leave in the spring of the next year, and then starting construction.

In the end, it was Yijian who gained the upper hand, because at that time the feudal superstition was to be sentenced.

In the end, someone from the country came, and no one knew where these two giant pythons of thirty or forty meters were sent.

It's just that since then, the steel mill has never been stable, and several people die inexplicably every year. And most of them are serpents.

Although the steel plant claims that it is an employee's illegal operation, after losing a huge amount of money, in recent years, it has never recruited employees who belong to the snake, and even many old employees who belong to the snake have been dismissed by them for various reasons.

While thinking about his thoughts, he walked inside, but he didn't expect such a big field to walk in so easily, and the two guard booths on the left and right didn't even ask a word.

This is also unbeknownst to him, tens of thousands of employees in the steel plant come in and out every day, even if they want to, they can't manage it.

The deeper and deeper, the night is hazy, and the moonlight is still the same.

"Hi, buddy, what are you, ordinary people can't go inside." Suddenly, a young man in a factory uniform happened to pass by, looked at the deepening Sentence Thirteen, and reminded him.

Xing 13 was stunned for a moment, and said: "Brother, I'm a new employee, and I'm not very familiar with this place, is there anything special about it?"

"Haha", the buddy is also a self-cooked, and explained with a smile: "In the past, many new employees were like you, so described to you, the outside is a world, the inside is another world, even the old employees who have worked outside for decades have not been inside, it is said to be a high-tech park, is the foundation of the factory, the power grid is constantly laid around, and there are soldiers to guard, the steel plant is generally outside the accommodation, but ......"

He walked over mysteriously and whispered: "But they rarely appear in our field of vision, and no one from that iron gate may not come out for a few days, many people suspect that this is a secret research institute, don't say that I said it."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the watch in his hand and said apologetically: "I'm sorry brother, I still have to work, remember, don't break in casually, the personnel department is in the tall building below, you will come back tomorrow morning."

Looking at the young man who was drifting away, Xing 13 shook his hand: "Thank you, goodbye."