Regular students are not allowed to use the rehearsal room. The rehearsal room is the prerogative of the art troupe, or a place for those who are waiting to be recuperated.

So if Xia Suyuan wants to apply for the people in her class, she must open a back door here with Guo Peichen.

The boy asked, "What privilege?" ”

"Use the rehearsal room."

"Rehearsal room?"

Guo Peichen was puzzled.

He pulled the chair back beside him, and Xia Suyuan walked over and sat down.

"It's our class." The girl said, "The ensemble of the welcome party of our classmates wants to use the piano in the rehearsal room. ”

He didn't speak.

Xia Suyuan continued: "I just want to apply for the right to use the rehearsal room. ”

While the girl was talking, Guo Peichen took a piece of paper from the side.

"Fill out this form."

"Oh."

The form was printed in advance and had the words "Rehearsal Room Application Form" printed on it.

Guo Peichen took a pen from the table and put it on paper.

While Xia Suyuan was filling out the form, the boy asked her, "Can I ask, what kind of ensemble is it?" Piano? What else? ”

"Violin."

The girl lowered her head, and the flesh on her face hung down, which was a little funny.

"What track?"

"Song of the Wanderer." After a pause, Xia Suyuan asked, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"There was a very famous violinist who gave a concert at the theater where I lived. I had the pleasure of listening. This one is on the track list at the door. ”

When Guo Peichen spoke, his face was a little gloomy. It's just that the girl lowered her head and didn't notice.

"What's your name?"

“…… That violinist? Guo Peichen took a soft breath.

He stood up and walked to the window.

Looking out from this office, it happens to be a small flower bed. Because it was autumn, there were no flowers left inside, only dark green grass and bushes.

A dark glint crossed his eyes: "Forgot." It's been too long. ”

There are some things that Guo Peichen doesn't really want to remember.

Those who are deprived, those who are sympathetic, those who are imprisoned.

Suffering in helplessness, cruelty, indifference, coldness.

and despair.

The bells and drums are long and the night is long.

From the beginning, the world was wrong for him.

Xia Suyuan didn't notice the change in his tone, and asked unconsciously, "Then how can you say that you have heard it?" You've forgotten it, and you can't hum it anymore. That piece is unfamiliar to you. ”

Strange?

Guo Peichen smiled: "But I've heard that this is a fact that no one can change. I even remember listening to this piece of applause and it lasted for a long time. ”

It was a, a feast.

Xia Suyuan didn't speak.

After a while, she closed the cap and put it back on the table where the boy had been working.

"I'm done." She looked at Guo Peichen.

The boy turned around and heard her ask, "By the way, I don't know where your house is." ”

"Want to know?"

Guo Peichen walked over, picked up the form that the girl had filled out and put on the catch-up and looked twice: "Capital's." Did you go for a turn? I didn't turn around, and I'll take you around during the holidays. ”

"Not really."

"Alright," the boy didn't want to say more, "give me the phone number." I'll go to the teacher to get a stamp later, and when I'm done, I'll send you a text message and you can pick it up. ”

He sat down: "If you need to go to the rehearsal room, in case someone occupies it or someone asks, you can just show them this list." ”。

"Okay."