It's already seven o'clock when I get home, and it's winter, and it's dark as early as five o'clock, Mr. He is talking nonsense, and it will be dark tomorrow morning.

Lin Qing was very distressed, she forgot that she was living in a suburb where birds don't, how could she find a musical instrument shop that was still open at five o'clock in the afternoon.

A few street lamps downstairs scattered a faint yellow light, illuminating Lin Qing's way home. It also illuminated the inferior flute in Lin Qing's hand, the white plastic flute, which was finally found in a nearby commissary, and was covered with a layer of ash. A dim light sprinkled on the flute—a yellowed, dusty plastic flute for five dollars.

Lin Qing was irritable, how could she handle this flute, she didn't even know if this flute could be played.

I don't know what the other people in the class look like, if they are as inferior as hers.

When I opened the door, my mother hadn't come back yet. The schoolbag was casually thrown on the sofa by Lin Qing, and one of the advantages of the north is that there is heating all over the house, and Lin Qing can nest in the warm quilt as soon as he gets home.

Lin's mother is a workaholic, and she has endless work every day, so Lin Qing has been free-range since she was a child, and she has long been accustomed to her mother's life mode of going out early and returning late, and a person can enjoy herself at home every day.

Flipping through the schoolbag, Lin Qing opened the book on the covers, there was not much homework on the first day of school, but he still didn't want to do it.

Forget it, we'll do it later.

In less than two minutes, Lin Qing gave up. Sure enough, the new school or something can't stop the laziness of the lazy cancer girl.

Dinner was a little messy, and Lin Qing sat on the sofa and ate while watching TV. By the time the animation ended, it was almost eight o'clock.

Lin Qing hummed and moved the stove to the rooftop outside the room, ready to study the newly bought flute.

Lin's mother rented an old teaching building, and the so-called teaching building was the house that was initially allocated to teachers who were willing to teach voluntarily. Therefore, it is generally built next to the school to facilitate the teacher's class.

This building is very old, and with the passage of time, the teachers who built the school moved and died, and now the teachers in this building are no longer the same as they were at the beginning.

Lin Qing's room was on the top floor, and when the door was opened, there was a small rooftop surrounded by a square wall. The wall is very high, Lin Qing is more than one meter tall, and the wall is half a head higher than her. Sitting on a stool with the stove in his arms and looking up, only seeing the four walls and a little starlight in the sky, Lin Qing remembered an idiom he saw in the book today - sitting in a well and watching the sky.

I don't know if I'm going to stay in this place for the rest of my life, but she has been displaced from her mother since she was a child, and she has transferred twice in elementary school alone, and the south is not her real hometown, and there are no real friends in the south.

The cold wind of the winter night blew through the stove and mixed into a warm wind blowing towards Lin Qing, but it still made Lin Qing shiver.

Forget it, Lin Qing waved his hand and threw away all these unhappiness. Right now...... Let's try this flute.

In the dark night, Lin Qing quickly took out the plastic flute he bought in the afternoon from his pocket, and a white light pierced the sky, and the ——, flute made a crisp metallic sound, and everyone was shocked, this, could this be the legendary bamboo flute Sanren Lin Sanren? Legend has it that she has a withdrawn personality, one person and one flute go around the world, rob the rich and help the poor, and hang the flute to help the world. I didn't expect to see its peerless appearance on the rooftop today!

......

Of course, this is all Lin Qing's brain supplement, she is not a chivalrous person, and the flute in her hand is just an ordinary plastic flute.

This is also the reason why she practices the flute on the rooftop, in her mind, there is always a perfect picture of moonlight, flute, and a girl.

I took out the flute primer I bought for two dollars, studied the fingering and blowing methods, and opened the first score, wow, it's a happy birthday.

Happy birthday... Although there is a gap with the flute sound under the moon that Lin please imagined, but considering that he is also a crappy technique that has just started, happy birthday, happy birthday.

The moonlight is bright, sprinkled on the girl in the middle of the square wall, the girl's posture is beautiful, the flute in her hand is snow-white, with the dancing of the girl's fingers, bursts of flute melodious float out, suddenly cheerful, suddenly low, the girl seems to be the incarnation of the flute, and the full mood is transmitted by this flute. The moonlight, the flute, and the girl all form a beautiful scenery in this ordinary night, teaching the world to indulge.

"It's hard to hear."

Ah, praise me, worship me, Lin Qing closed her eyes and indulged in this night, her fingers danced, and the song Happy Birthday was about to reach a climax, as if she had heard the praise of the audience. The corners of Lin Qing's mouth raised a proud smile, she herself was intoxicated by this performance.

"It's hard to hear."

Ah, that compliment...... This compliment?!

Wait, it's hard to hear? It's hard to hear! Lin Qing put down the flute and held his breath to confirm that he had heard it wrong.

Looking around, there was no one else except her and the stove, Lin Qing opened the door and ran into the house and walked around, and there was no one in the house. Did you hear me wrong? The cold wind was howling, Lin Qing hugged his arms and couldn't help but tremble, at night, I'm afraid I didn't meet a ghost?

It was getting colder and colder, and Lin Qing didn't dare to stay any longer, so he hurriedly put away the flute and picked up the stool and prepared to run back to the room.

"Finally stopped, how embarrassed to blow such an ugly flute."

"Who? Who's talking? Lin Qing was startled, and quickly hid in the room, only revealing one head, and looked at the rooftop vigilantly. This is the top floor, how can anyone come in?

"Next door to you, the person you made the noise to." There was another response.

Does it seem like a next-door neighbor?

"You, are you next to you?"

Lin Qing slowly rubbed out, carried the stool to the wall, stepped on the stool and looked at the rooftop next door through the wall.

"You, you, how are you!"

After seeing his neighbor clearly, Lin Qing was so shocked that he stuttered.

This young man bathed in the moonlight, with brown hair, big eyes, and fair skin beyond ordinary people, this... This is the fairy who spoke this morning!

That fairy, is it my neighbor?!

Lin Qing was a little excited, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

Wait, he heard the flute I just played?!

For a while, Lin Qing was entangled in the complicated feelings of joy and annoyance, and he didn't know whether to be happy or shy.

Xu Ping looked at her quietly, his expression was flat, and he couldn't see any emotion from afar.

Slowly, he spoke, his voice was cold, like the moonlight flowing in the sky: "Hello, classmate Lin"

Many years later, Lin Qing recalled that perhaps it was this extremely ugly flute sound that opened up another possibility in her life, and the story of her and Xu Ping'an began that night.

Although time has passed, the only thing that is the same is probably the happy birthday song, and she still can't blow it well.