July and August are the hottest times of the year, and the heat is unbearable, especially now that it is August. There is an ancient proverb: the heat is impenetrable, and the heat is after autumn. That's it! Besides, August is coming, will September be far away? Sophomores at Gaoyang High School have returned to school to start make-up classes.

Unconsciously, Yang Rushui has been in Gaoyang City for almost a month, and he is gradually familiar with the surrounding environment. He has been in the capital for a long time, once he came to Gaoyang City, he can clearly feel that the rhythm of life of the people of Gaoyang is obviously very different, the pace of life in Gaoyang City is actually very slow, there is a little bit of a corner of the taste of peace, everyone does things in an orderly and unhurried feeling. It's a nice feeling for someone who has just returned from the metropolis.

Yang Rushui's life is still very idle, as an artist who has already become famous, he does not need to run for a living, he just needs to quietly create. These days in Gaoyang City, Yang Rushui not only likes to go to the Qinxin Teahouse, but also appears in various places at any time, in order to find inspiration and pass the time, he walks all over the street, and the range of activities is never fixed.

At half past five in the afternoon, it was a hot day, and the hot temperature finally began to drop a little, and it was the time for people to go out and walk. Yang Rushui wore a loose linen shirt with buckle eight-quarter sleeves and pants of the same material, and carried the piano on his back to a small park not far from his home.

The guzheng was carried in a piano bag made of brocade, which was carried behind by Yang Rushui, like an unfathomable hero carrying a huge box, attracting many onlookers. The park that Yang Rushui went to was only a small public area covered with vegetation, covering a small area, and there were even few benches, but because there was a memorial hall nearby, many people still chose to come to this building for exercise.

Many of the uncles have never heard of Yang Rushui, but this does not prevent them from appreciating this talent. This young man had been here several times, and was talented and polite, and liked to play the piano in the gazebo, and played the guzheng with a great appetite for them. Yang Rushui can play everything, and sometimes the masters will sing a folk tune along with the piano, and they are happy.

"Young man, are you here?" An old man with gray temples greeted Yang Rushui happily, and he was eating watermelon under a tree with a group of old men. Now the sky has not yet darkened, the temperature is already a little hot, a few slices of bright red watermelon placed there seem to be still cool, just to make people feel very cool.

"Uncles are eating?" Yang Rushui also greeted them, and several old men happily nibbled on watermelons with their notched teeth, and the picture was quite interesting. He didn't stay too long, Yang Rushui was just passing by this park, and his destination was another place.

Yang Rushui got out of a bus, put two coins in the coin box, and walked cautiously to the back. It was inevitably a little inconvenient for him to carry a piano on his back, but fortunately there were not many people in the car, and he easily found a place in the back. There are not many people in this car, there are obviously only three people, and one of them is still the driver of the car.

It's a new car, the cabin is clean and tidy, and the air conditioning is on well. Yang Rushui took the piano from behind him and laid it flat on his knees

, because he was not used to the colder environment, he quietly opened a small crack in the window on his side to let in a little air from outside.

An unknown leaf passed through the gap along the air current, and landed on Yang Rushui's qin, he picked up the leaf and looked at it, only to notice that there was a person sitting in front of him, the second passenger in the car. Looking at the back, it should be a woman, dressed very young, it should be a college student, and coincidentally, the other party also has a piano.

A black piano bag was placed near the window by the other side, and judging by the shape, it was supposed to be a guitar. Interesting, Yang Rushui thought, there are only two passengers in a car, and they also take the bus with musical instruments, and they are quite fateful.

Since he thinks it's interesting, then Yang Rushui has to take action, the car has to go through a few stations before it arrives, and he can still do a lot of things during this period, such as making friends or something. So he put the piano back on his back and got up and went to the front row.

The master who drove the bus was an old driver, and his driving skills were very stable, and he didn't turn around with a sway. And because it is a newly built cement road, the terrain is particularly flat, Yang Rushui didn't feel a little stumbling when he stood up and grabbed the handrail above, just like taking the subway.

"Hey." Yang Rushui greeted the woman who was sitting in her seat with her eyes closed. The woman was wearing a hat with her face facing the direction of the window, Yang Rushui glanced at her waist-length long hair and headphones in her ears, and felt that this conversation might be cold.

Originally, the first contact between two strangers was the most important thing about "nature", and Yang Rushui didn't want to look like he was deliberately accosting someone. However, the reality is always cruel, and the person on the other side is wearing a pair of headphones, which is embarrassing, which means that the other person is likely to not notice you, unless you force the conversation to attract the other person's attention to make you pay attention.

Time passed little by little, maybe not long, maybe a long time has passed, Yang Rushui has been maintaining this posture and quietly staring at the person in front of him with a wooden face. The sunlight fell through the window through the gap in the leaves and fell onto the floor, and the seated man adjusted his position and continued to sleep.

The driver couldn't stand it, stepped on the accelerator suddenly, the body shook violently and shook Yang Rushui a stagger, and the car slowly drove forward, hiding his merit and fame. The girl opened her eyes, and after she took off the headphones, she took it for granted that she found a person standing not far away.

That was an elegant and handsome person, Tang Hong thought after looking at the clothes on Yang Rushui's body and the piano on his back. This beautiful man who looks a little unearthly is standing in the aisle with one hand holding the handrail, looking out the window with a pair of eyes and not knowing what he is thinking, both melancholy and amorous.

This looks good! This is Tang Hong's initial impression of Yang Rushui. Seeing him standing there alone, and no one around him was obviously looking for a place to sit without so many vacant seats, he suddenly felt that this person was so cool and his behavior was elusive. It is worthy of being engaged in music and has personality.

"Why don't you find a place to sit? Aren't you tired of carrying the piano on your back? The woman turned sideways and said, her voice was the kind of royal sister voice that was more magnetic on the Internet, and it also had a faint feeling of smoke. It's nice and cold, especially when she speaks in a calm tone, inexplicably

It gives a cold feeling.

Yang Rushui saw Tang Hong's appearance clearly, and finally came to the conclusion that this was a street artist in his twenties. Because Tang Hong's appearance is too confusing, the sportswear she met with Du Zeming last time was an accident, because she wanted to leave a better impression on Du Zeming, in fact, she has been dressed like this outside.

With a white shirt, a black vest, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of cold eyes full of experience and the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, it is no wonder that Yang Rushui misunderstood her. In fact, she was only seventeen years old, but she didn't feel like this at all, and even she sometimes forgot about it.

"Not tired, where are you sitting?" Yang Rushui looked at Tang Hong and asked. Although the air conditioner is turned on in the car, the general environment is like this, you will still feel hot and irritable when you look at the sun outside, and Yang Rushui's voice is like a variety of jade knocking, which makes Tang Hongren refreshed in the hot environment.

"Gaoyang Middle School." Tang Hong glanced at the bus route map on his phone and said.

"What a coincidence, I'm here too." Yang Rushui said with a smile. It's not that he made it up, his destination is indeed here, a few days ago he came here by chance and found a very good place, but unfortunately he didn't bring the piano at that time, otherwise he could play the piano until dark.

"School hasn't started yet, has it? What are you doing there? Yang Rushui asked curiously. There was only one school near that station, and there was only a commissary around, and he couldn't figure out what the other party could do there, and it was not good to stay at home and blow the air conditioner and eat watermelon.

"Go shopping, there's nothing to do anyway, look at the school you used to be in." Tang Hong hooked his lips and said, "It's you, what are you doing there?" "As soon as the carriage was dark, the car entered a tunnel, and the surrounding darkness made people's hearts inexplicably empty.

Tang Hong's mind was clouded, and he opened his mouth and said: "Beauty, you won't be blinded by me, right?" "That's right, properly stepped on Yang Rushui's thunder." How? This is the only place you can go? His face was cold, yin and yang weird, but Tang Hong inexplicably felt that his angry appearance was also strange and good-looking, and he didn't know how much more vivid than the gentle and elegant appearance just now.

"No, don't be angry, I'll ask, I don't mean anything else." Tang Hong didn't know how to coax, hurriedly apologized, and changed the topic very wittily: "Big brother, what are you carrying behind your back?" Guzheng? It looks so heavy, wait a minute, do you want me to lift the ...... for you?"

"You don't know me?" Yang Rushui asked tentatively, she is still very famous and just opened a concert in Gaoyang City, that girl is also engaged in music, there is no reason not to know herself. That's too lonely and unheard, you have to put it in a strict teacher, that is to be trained, no matter what you learn, the most taboo is to be lonely behind closed doors.

"Huh? I just came to Gaoyang City, I didn't even enter the hotel, my eldest brother is still a celebrity in the city? Or are you actually a middle school teacher, have we met? Tang Hong said uncertainly. If this person is really a middle school teacher, it is very possible that he has seen himself, but unfortunately he dropped out of school early, and dropped out of high school not long ago, so I haven't seen him.

"I haven't seen it." Yang Rushui said.

A good husband is a late bloomer