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At the end of the fourth period, the school bell rang.

In the office of the Chinese teacher in the first year of high school, Lin Yihua held the newly accepted composition text, stepped on relatively low-heeled high heels, and walked into his position.

Her office is located near the window, and on the balcony is a few pots of fresh orchids, which are blooming faintly at this time of year, and the fragrance is in the spleen.

Sitting in the seat, Lin Yihua did not pack up his things and left in a hurry, but opened the text of the first book, quite impatient.

The name on the book is Gu Yang.

This is the second week of the official class of the first year of high school, after a few classes, the female teacher is very helpless to find that this boy who shines in the high school entrance examination is like a star that has entered the twilight period and is about to become a neutron star, losing its dazzling light and becoming extraordinarily mediocre.

In Chinese class, when I asked him questions, I basically ended with one or two sentences, and the answers were relatively biased, and I couldn't answer them on time. In other classes, when peeking out of the window, he always looks lazy, never raises his hand, only occasionally chats with his tablemates, snickers for a few seconds and then buries his head in reading, and even wanders in class.

And today, you can verify it.

In class, she assigned the first essay of the new high school semester, called "Common Sense", Lin Yihua really wanted to see if this person's composition was like that ancient text, which made people marvel and feel ashamed.

Flipping through the paper, turning to the side of the writing essay, and looking at the elegant and natural font, Lin Yihua began to review the essay with the idea of "the words are very good".

"Lao Yang, what do you think about the 60th anniversary celebration in the school? Is there anything to do? ”

At this time, an old teacher in front of her spoke, and the object of the question was another veteran teacher, Yang Chaoxing, who had been teaching in the school for many years and was very old.

Yang Chaoxing took a sip of the thick brown tea, shook his head and said: "This matter is not clear, anyway, we just have to watch, the bones are old, let Xiao Young come to these things." ”

"I heard from other people, it seems to be held together with the National Day, and there are about two weeks, and I don't know what I can rehearse."

"Hey, those music teachers will do it, and besides, isn't there a literary department in the school? In addition, each class is required to produce a program, and then after a dress rehearsal to participate, there is basically no problem. ”

……

Listening to the discussion of the people next to him, Lin Yihua finally read the whole composition.

The eight-hundred-word essay is decent, mediocre, and completely loses the aura when he first read his ancient Chinese essay "Worry and Love", this student is really weird.

Shaking her head slightly, the ponytail made of hair on the back of her head jumped and moved, neatly like a straw after the wind blew, and returned to its original state, she decided to talk to Gu Yang tomorrow, as a dedicated teacher, she couldn't let her students waste this talent.

And at this moment, Gu Yang came to the musical instrument shop alone and continued his piano playing career.

The dusk in September came very late, and I was reluctant to give up on the world, and after grinding for a long time, there were still some cinnabar smoked and dyed bright red on the edge of the sky, which was sprinkled on people's bodies, but it was a little less of this shijie's heat.

After politely greeting the shopper in the store, he walked over to the upright piano that he was used to playing, touched the cold body, smiled and shook his head gently.

Before you know it, it's been almost a month, and the simple passage of time is hard to believe, and he's been here for three months.

Sitting on a cool and suitable stool, he slowly pressed one key after another, eighty-eight keys, the tone gradually deepened, and the ten fingers did not have the awkwardness and strangeness when they first touched these keys, such as sympathizing with people kissing each other while being soft and sweet, and the keys were in harmony with each other.

After sweeping the tone, Gu Yang played an etude, warmed his hand, and chose Beethoven's "Moonlight" in his mind.

In this shijie, the brilliance of Beethoven's musician still shines, and his works have been handed down, but less than in his previous life, and this "Moonlight" is a well-known piano sonata.

When writing this piano piece, Beethoven was already suffering from deafness, coupled with the unsmooth love experience, and the painful separation from his lover, resulting in the whole piece sounding bleak and depressing, and the whole movement could not get rid of that mournful atmosphere.

Playing quietly, now Gu Yang will not make the mistake of a month ago, every tone can be pressed accurately, and his mind is more delicate, and he has experienced many years of lonely and lonely life in bed, and his level of perception of music is higher than when he first learned piano music, I don't know how many levels it is higher, and he can play the piano music more deeply.

The sound of the piano resounded throughout the musical instrument shop, and there were few customers at this time, only Qiao Li and the shopping guides were listening to the music.

They are already a little accustomed to the piano music of teenagers.

Every day, after Gu Yang practiced a few etudes, he basically had to play some piano music, either unfamiliar or familiar. Surprisingly, he never uses piano scores, as if his head is a music storage machine, and he can find out what he wants to play.

And this one, it has a gentle caressing feeling like the moonlight falling in the sky, and it seems that the soul is soaked in the cold moonlight, comfortable and warm.

Listening quietly, at this time, the footsteps of people coming in at the door, when I opened my eyes, it turned out to be their boss Ma Yi, and there was another person next to the boss, about twenty-three or four years old, with sharp edges and corners, quite handsome, about one meter eighty-four tall, but his face looked a little pale, and his complexion was not very good.

Qiao Li and the others just wanted to step forward to salute, but Ma Yi waved his hand to stop them, and stood next to them with the people around them, quietly listening to Gu Yang's playing.

After listening for more than ten seconds, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he was amazed by the young man who sat in front of the piano and played intently.

Not only is the poem well written, but the piano is also played well.

After a while, when the song ended, Ma Yi smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and exclaimed, "Gu Yang, you play the piano well?" Major? ”

Seeing that it was the owner of this shop who greeted him, Gu Yang bowed his head slightly and replied politely: "Where?" It's just a little bit of dabbling, and the skills still need to be practiced more, Boss Ma's words praised me to the sky, and I didn't dare to accept it like that. ”

Before Ma Yi could speak, the young man with a tall nose next to him took over: "It's really good, if you want to play moonlight, you need the flexibility of your fingers, this Gu Yang classmate has a very good piano, in my memory, although there are many people who have a very high level of proficiency, but you are still the first one who can play so poignantly." ”

Carefully glancing at the young man who spoke, Gu Yang responded with a smile: "Xiexie, this gentleman's praise, but if I don't know your name, it's not easy to communicate, may I ask your name?" ”

Ma Yihaha smiled and rushed to reveal the name of the young man: "His name is Zhou Xing, he is the owner of the guitar I gave you last time, and he also knows a lot about music. ”

Weekly?

Qiao Li's beautiful eyebrows next to her furrowed slightly, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, and the image of the man in front of him didn't know where she had seen it, she was a little impressed, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Gu Yang didn't care about Qiao Li's reaction, bowed his body slightly, and expressed his gratitude: "Xiexie, I like your guitar very much." ”

Zhou Xing looked at the young man in front of him who spoke in a measured manner, and became more and more interested: "Oh? Do you still know how to play a guitar? ”

"I know a little bit about it."

"What a literary and artistic youth."

"Thanks for the compliment."

ps: There are 50,000 words left in the first volume that are almost over.,When the time comes, I'll write a volume of testimonials.,Summarize the literature and art.,Spoil a little something.,And then thank you for your reward.,Xiexie support.。