In the blink of an eye, it was winter in Beijing, and the number of people who went to the library at night gradually decreased, and finally only Yanni went alone and returned alone every day. Martin still plays guitar in front of the library every day, also alone. Yanni came out of the library and occasionally said a few words to Martin. It's been more than a month since the start of school, and the students have become familiar with each other.

On this day, the library counted the books, closed early, and walked out of the library, where Yanni saw Martin collecting the guitar.

"Are you going home?" Yanni asked casually.

"No, I'm living on campus now and I've applied for a dormitory." Martin replied as he cleaned up.

"Oh?" Yanni was a little surprised: "Why?" ”

"That ......" Martin seemed to deliberately want to divert the topic: "It's so early today, why don't you walk with me?" I really like the manuscripts you submitted to Gao He, can you talk to me about writing and give me some creative inspiration? ”

"Okay!" Yanni responded cheerfully.

On the night of early winter, it was slightly cold, Martin took off the scarf and put it around Yanni, Yanni wanted to refuse, but it was really cold, and when she came out of the heated room, the cold was even worse.

The soft light shone on the two people through the bare branches, stretching the figures of the two people for a long time, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Yanni silently looked at the ground, not knowing where to start.

"Do you remember "Dongfang Hong"?" Martin spoke first.

"Remember, you're awesome!" Yanni praised from the bottom of her heart.

"It was inspired by your Dongfang Hong. I saw your manuscript on the day you gave it to Gao He, and I was inspired after reading it. Martin said as he looked at Yanni earnestly.

"You saw it that day?" Yanni was puzzled.

"Gao He is also my high school classmate, half of our class has been admitted to this school, half of them are in the first class, and half are in our class." Martin explained: "Gao He was the school radio station in high school, and he was also the host of various evenings and competitions, so we had a very strong relationship. ”

"Then Du Bai is also your classmate?" Among all the local students in Beijing, Yanni is actually the most curious about Du Bai, not only because of his sissy, but also because of his talent.

"Ha, Du Bai? It's my good buddy" Martin looked at Yanni with a smirk: "Are you curious about him?" ”

"It's not strange to see that he's a little different!" Yanni tried to explain as much as she could, so that she didn't look so embarrassed.

"Actually, I'm curious about him." Martin's words completely resolved Yanni's embarrassment. "At school, he never went to WC with us, and if he really didn't want to go, he went to one of those closed private rooms," Martin smiled awkwardly, and continued, "We called his house to find him, as long as it wasn't him who answered the phone, it was usually at WC." You say weird, it's not strange. ”

"He's probably shy! By the way, did you start guitar in elementary school? Yanni changed the subject.

"Sixth grade!" Martin held out his left hand "Look"

Yanni was surprised that Martin's left index finger, middle finger and ring finger had a line groove, and it was a calloused line groove.

Yanni couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "It hurts, right?" ”

"It hurt at the time, the skin broke and bleed, but now it doesn't hurt." Martin looked at Yanni tenderly, "For what you love, it's worth it." As he spoke, the other hand couldn't help but come up.

"You should have your favorite band, right? Or your favorite singer? Yanni withdrew her hand and took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Beyond, the god of my heart." There was light in Martin's eyes, a sparkle of light. "And China Blue". Martin took Yanni to the playground viewing table and sat down and took out her guitar.

"Have you ever heard Beyond's songs?" Martin asked Yanny.

"I've heard a few songs! "The Sea and the Sky" and "The Glorious Years"" Yanni said while thinking.

Over there, Martin was already playing the guitar, and as Martin slowly plucked the strings, Youyang's music was wafting leisurely in the playground.

The bell rang to call home, and in his life, it seemed to be a little embarrassing. The meaning of black skin to him is a lifetime of dedication, and in the struggle of skin color, the years turn possession into loss...... Today, there is only a remnant of the body, welcoming the glorious years, holding on to freedom in the wind and rain. Martin sang selflessly, and Yanni was fascinated by it.

After playing the song, Yanni was already intoxicated, and she didn't know what night it was.

"Have you heard China Blue's songs?" Martin asked Yanni after playing a song.

"I don't know." Yanni replied honestly, she really hadn't heard of it.

"Wu Bai knows, right? Wu Bai is the lead singer and lead guitarist of China Blue. ”

"Ahh It's Wu Bai, Wu Bai knows. Yanni didn't expect China Blue to be Wu Bai's band, and she has never studied the band: "I have heard Wu Bai's "Ronin Love Song", as well as "Norwegian Forest". I've heard it all. ”

"Which one do you want to hear now?" Martin looked at Yanni tenderly.

"'Ronin Love Song'." Yanni likes this form of ordering.

"OK" Martin plucks the strings again.

"Don't miss you anymore, don't love you anymore, let time pass quietly and erase the memories of both of us...... I'll wipe away the tears I've accidentally shed, and I'll pretend that everything doesn't matter. ”

Unconsciously, Yanni found that the corners of her eyes seemed to be moist, this is a very sad song. Although she has never been in love, Yanni feels very blocked in her heart. Is this what it's like to be out of love? Yanni thought silently in her heart.

After another song, Martin looked at Yanni who was distracted, and Yanni's eyes sparkled in the light, as if there were water waves beating.

"Hey, are you alright?" Martin interrupted Yanny's thoughts.

"You sang so emotionally, I was a little moved." Yanni sniffed.

"It's you who are too emotional." Martin changed the subject: "Do you have a favorite singer or group or something?" ”

"I used to like the 'Little Tigers' when I was in junior high school, but that was a long time ago." Yanni paused: "I like Zhang Yu more now." ”

Martin plucked the guitar again, "I am the bird you imprisoned, I have forgotten how high the sky is, if I leave the little castle you gave me, I don't know who else can rely on ......" Martin sang, Yanny echoed.

After singing another song, Yanni continued the previous topic: "Actually, I like Zhang Yu not simply because I like his songs or him as a person. Yanni deliberately paused: "I like Xiao Shiyilang's words, I like Zhang Yu's songs, and I like the perfect cooperation between the two of them." ”

"You know what? Eleven Lang's name was given to her by Zhang Yu. Yanni continued with some envy. The knot is united in this life, the piano is harmonious, and the phoenix is harmonious. That's it, they're talking about it. "Yanni's face is full of happiness, although it is someone else's happiness.

Martin looked at Yanni quietly like this, looking at her happy appearance, and inexplicably a sense of happiness arose. It feels like my whole body is ambiguous.

The soft light is ambiguously sprinkled on the playground, Yanni is immersed in the happiness of others, and Martin is immersed in Yanni's happiness.

Time passed slowly, minute by minute. It wasn't until the lights out bell rang that the two woke up.

Martin put away the guitar and sent Yanni back to the dormitory.

On the way back to the dormitory were two rows of walnut trees, already full of fruit. Martin stretched out his hand to pick a few and silently handed them to Yanni, who took it: "It turns out that this is a walnut tree, I didn't know it before, we didn't have it there." He pinched the walnuts and looked at them twice, and said, "How can I eat this when I bring it back?" Don't have the tools to smash it open? ”

"I'll teach you," Martin picked up the walnut: "You put the walnut in the crack of the door, you have to clip it down, and then as soon as you close the door, the walnut breaks." Martin danced and taught. Yanni looked at it with a smile in her eyes!

"Really? I'm going to go back and try, and I won't break the door clip, will I? "Yanni took the walnut!

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at dormitory building No. 3. Yanni waved at Martin: "I'm in, thank you for sending me back, and thank you for letting me listen to such a beautiful song." ”

Martin looked at Yanni and whispered, "You can be my Eleven." ”

"What?" Yanni didn't hear clearly.

"Would you like to be my Eleven?" This time Yanni heard clearly. An ambiguous feeling instantly slowly rose from the lower abdomen. After being stunned for half a minute, he rushed into the dormitory without looking back.