Ling Ye didn't feel anything, and after taking a look, he lowered his head and took out the books for the next class.

After class, it's the kind of math teacher again, who doesn't care about himself.

After school, Ling Ye got up to leave, and Lin Qian came to her side: "I'll give it to you." ”

Ling Ye shook his head: "I'm fine, you go to the cafeteria to eat first, and I'll go over soon." ”

"That person seems to be hypnotic... Anyway, it can control you and make you unable to move. Lin Qian pursed his lips.

Ling Ye thought for a moment and nodded, "I'm fine." ”

Lin Qian still pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either. When Midnight left, he followed behind her. Ling Ye turned to look at her. Lin Qian said: "I don't like to owe favors. ”

Ling Ye understood that she was talking about the last time she went to the music room to call her. Shaking his head: "But, shouldn't the favor be returned when the other party needs you?" It's just a music classroom, I don't want to use it yet. ”

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, stared at Ling Ye's eyes, saw that she was serious, pursed his lips, watched her gaze change, and finally left her without saying anything.

Looking at Lin Qian's back, Ling Ye tilted his head, feeling that the other party didn't seem to be very happy.

But shaking his head, who can be happy in this hellish place.

The people in the class had already left, and Ling Ye was the last one to leave, and she walked towards the music classroom without hurrying.

When she walked out of the classroom door, when she went to the elevator on the fourth floor, she could still greet her classmates.

When they saw the figure that went up in the middle of the night, their numb eyes still flashed a dark color.

When I came to the fourth floor, the surroundings were quiet, and the wind blowing from the side ruffled the bangs of the night.

Glancing up at the outside of the school, it was blank.

Stop in front of the door of the music classroom, raise your hand and land on the door: "Knock knock..."

"Come in." The music teacher's voice came to Ling Ye's ears, and when he opened the door, he saw people in front of the piano, his hands constantly stroking the keys, and his face was intoxicated.

"Close the door." Music teacher.

After closing the door at midnight, I heard the music teacher's voice again: "Come here." ”

Ling Ye came to him, the music teacher turned around and raised his head to look at Ling Ye, the curvature of the corners of his lips still made people feel 'warm', and the music teacher said, "Zhao Yu is it?" ”

Ling Ye nodded.

"Would you like to hear me play a song?"

Ling Ye raised his eyebrows: "Can you refuse?" ”

The music teacher's low laughter recalls in the empty classroom, without saying anything, the hand falls on the keys, and the first note sounds...

Ling Ye listened carefully, no matter what, when the other party was serious, Ling Ye was willing to give respect.

Midnight listened to the prelude and his previous general, still melodious and dreamy, if the child purely liked it.

There is a twist in the middle, like to be destroyed, low, depressed, fearful, disgusted, hateful...

In the end, it is distorted, just like a simple child's initial liking, and after experiencing bad things, the emotions finally turn into distortion.

"Does it sound good?" The music teacher didn't look at Ling Ye, just lowered his head, his fingertips were still stroking the keys, and the faint voice seemed not to be what he said.

Ling Ye frowned, and after thinking about it seriously for a while, he said to him, "Do you want me to comment on this song?" ”

The music teacher's hand on the piano paused, and then slowly raised his head and stared at Ling Ye, silent for a while: "Yes." ”

"The music is good, but it is not beautiful, and the original purity has become broken and distorted." Ling Ye said optimistically.

The smile on the music teacher's face had already retracted when he opened his mouth in the middle of the night.

After she finished speaking, the smile on her face was completely gone, and her eyes stared blankly at Ling Ye, like the gaze of a dead man, "You are sincere..."

"Is it good for me to lie?" Ling Ye tilted his head.

The music teacher smiled and said meaningfully, "But honest people... Often it is not even better. ”

"It's like... Teacher, are you the same? Ling Ye's eyes were calm and he murmured softly.

But in an empty classroom, who can't hear clearly?

The music teacher's hand on the keys paused, squinted his eyes, and a sharp blade flashed under his eyes: "What do you know?" ”

Ling Ye shook his head: "Didn't the teacher tell me?" Why did you ask me? ”

The music teacher lowered his eyes, bowed slightly, his face generally had a faint shadow, and his hand on the piano was slowly clenched into a fist.

Ling Ye didn't make a sound, just stood in place, waiting for him to come back to his senses.

It didn't take two minutes for the music teacher to look up at Ling Ye: "Do you want to know my story?" ”

Ling Ye shook his head without thinking: "I'm not curious. ”

In this case, curiosity is too heavy and it is easy to die, it may be yourself or the other party.

"Hehe... You're more interesting than everyone else. After saying this, the music teacher didn't say anything else, but started playing again.

This time, Ling Ye understood what Lin Qian said before, his consciousness was drowsy, and he felt like he was forced to sleep.

Ling Ye lowered her eyes, she now had two choices...

The drooping hand, clenched, the nails pierced the palm, the sticky feeling slipped through, and soon the sound of blood dripping to the ground sounded.

The pain cleared Ling Ye's consciousness and stared at the music teacher's position with a frown. He also noticed Ling Ye's movements, and his movements froze significantly, and he soon fell into his own world again.

uses music instead of expressing himself, and wants to drag Ling Ye into his world.

Ling Ye's clenched fist, bright red from between his fingers, formed little by little drops of blood, and fell to the ground with a 'click'.

The little face is almost wrinkled into a bun dough, and the eyes are clear, and it doesn't seem to be affected too much.

At the end of the song, Ling Ye's body was bent, beads of sweat were on his forehead, his teeth were clenched, his face was pale, and his drooping arms trembled slightly.

The music teacher's closed eyes opened, turned his head and stared straight at Ling Ye, looking at her state, his empty eyes drifting away...

After a long time, a voice that did not look like a real person sounded in my ears: "Let's go..."

Ling Ye bowed his head and turned to leave: "Yes, goodbye, teacher." ”

Teacher...

The music teacher murmured in her heart, hooked the corners of her lips, and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying. In the middle of the night, the body was in a hurry, and the footsteps were unsteady to open the door, and when he went out, the music teacher's voice floated into the ears of the night: "You... Better than me. But ........."

Ling Ye had already come to the door at this time, and was about to close the door for a while, but after waiting for a few seconds, he didn't hear a response, but a piano music sounded...

Ling Ye closed the door and then turned to leave.

And the moment the door was closed, the music teacher opened his eyes, but the hand dancing on the piano did not stop, and the afterglow fell on the spot where it was midnight just now, on the eye-catching pool of blood next to it.

The bright red stung his eyes, and the hand that landed on the piano worked harder, as if he was complaining, but also as if he was simply venting his anger.

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