The noon sun hung over the cloudless sky, the heat kept rising on the stone road, Jiang Wenxuan was holding a fast-melting popsicle, and the dry leaves under his feet made a dry sound with the chirping of cicadas.

Jiang Wenxuan loosened the neckline of his clothes with one hand and complained: "What the hell is this weather!" ”。

It's been a month since the summer vacation, and Jiang Wenxuan has easily passed the high school entrance examination and can go to a good high school, so although this summer vacation is not easy for him, there is not so much pressure.

Stroking the piano box behind him, Jiang Wenxuan sighed towards the sky, if it weren't for the teacher's request, he would have been able to enjoy the air-conditioned leisurely time at home, but he would have to go out to participate in some kind of music competition in this hot weather.

Jiang Wenxuan secretly sighed in his heart: "It's really bad luck." ”

Summer festivals are held in the concert hall during the summer vacation, where all kinds of children who learn musical instruments gather to compete and listen to the melodies played between several different instruments, and blow the air conditioner in the hot summer heat.

But Jiang Wenxuan didn't think so, his steps were a little unsteady now, and the white shirt on his body was wet with sweat and even a little yellow.

If he doesn't take the game seriously, it is estimated that there will not be a second person in the competition. Jiang Wenxuan casually threw the popsicle into the trash, and the corner of the concert hall was already exposed in front of Jiang Wenxuan's eyes, Jiang Wenxuan smiled and walked forward.

"I said Uncle Zhou, I will definitely handle this matter alone!" In a vacant piano room, a girl's voice could be heard.

"But your dad ······" A rather helpless man's voice came out.

"It's okay, it's okay! You just tell him everything has been taken care of! The girl's pleasant voice was a little angry.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the back door when the game is over."

The man known as Uncle Zhou walked out of the piano room and closed the door with his backhand, "Miss's temper is still as big as ever." "As Boss Zhang's secretary, I was asked to take care of the eldest lady in the piano room every time, Zhang Yunying.

"Hey, if it weren't for watching this girl grow up, who would serve her like this." Secretary Zhou laughed in his heart, he had never married in his life, and he regarded his benefactor's daughter as his own children.

"Do you need someone to take care of me in this little game, Dad really does." Miss Zhang in the piano room puffed out her mouth and muttered.

Zhang Yunying is really good-looking, the long hair of the shawl is reflected in the light after being spread out, the slight white light is reflected in the light, the simple white short sleeves and summer short skirt, the face looks very pretty without makeup, but it can't support the temperament of the eldest lady at all, at this time Zhang Yunying is looking at the messy white dress in front of her and worried.

"I'm not fit to wear this kind of thing······" Zhang Yunying said worriedly.

Just muttering, Zhang Yunying began to pull up the clothes on her body.

But Zhang Yunying seems to have forgotten a serious matter, she forgot to lock the door.

Jiang Wenxuan trotted into the concert hall.

"Ah, I love technology! I love air conditioning! Jiang Wenxuan screamed in his heart and collapsed on the seat next to him, sweat still flowing down his cheeks, Jiang Wenxuan touched it with the back of his hand, sighed, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Wow!" Jiang Wenxuan looked at his wet hair and face in the mirror, "Does the young man look good", it is estimated that this is one of the illusions of some individuals looking in the mirror after washing their faces.

Jiang Wenxuan threw the water on his hand and walked out. When I opened my phone, I saw that it was still a long time before my performance.

"Let's find a place to rest." Jiang Wenxuan thought about it, and saw the busy work in the corridor around him, the person preparing the instruments and repertoire.

Jiang Wenxuan shuttled through the crowd, and finally arrived at a secluded place, he sighed, and the two piano rooms in front of him looked like no one was there.

"Well-today my lucky direction is on the right! Then pick the right! Jiang Wenxuan thought as he opened the door on the right.

"Ah!!!!!!h A woman's high-decibel screams were heard from inside the room.

"Uh..." Jiang Wenxuan looked up, and the beautiful girl in front of him was protecting her chest with her hands, wearing only a white underwear on her upper body, and a girl with only a half-worn white dress on her body screamed.

"Get out, pervert!!" Zhang Yunying felt that she was about to shed tears, it was uncomfortable enough for her to wear a dress, and her appearance was actually seen by an unknown man.

"Ahhhhh Zhang Yunying locked the door and squatted on the ground like a wounded rabbit.

Jiang Wenxuan felt that this world was so unreal, leaning against the wall on the side, holding his forehead with one hand and sighing.

"Why are you so unlucky today!" Jiang Wenxuan was thinking about what would happen next in his mind.

Touch! The door of the piano room was violently pushed open, and Zhang Yunying walked out like an angel who does not eat fireworks in the world, although there was a layer of redness on her face that could not fade and a dangerous expression like a fallen angel.

Jiang Wenxuan immediately bowed more than ninety degrees and said, "I'm sorry, this matter is my fault, I should have knocked on the door first..."

"Hmph." Zhang Yunying snorted, then forgot about the narrator and walked away.

"Hey..." Jiang Wenxuan sighed, and his body slid down against the wall, "Why are you so unlucky!" ”

The white figure gradually moved away, Jiang Wenxuan looked at Zhang Yunying's slender back, and let out a long breath.

Jiang Wenxuan got up and walked outside, the time for the piano solo had arrived. The sound of the piano sounded in the corridors, the sunlight shone through the dappled shadows of the trees, sparsely sprinkled on the carpet between the corridors, Jiang Wenxuan's fingers tapped on the walls on the side, such an environment was a little drowsy.

Walking into the recital hall through the small door on the side, the teenager who had played before was bowing to the audience, and there was a round of applause from the audience.

Jiang Wenxuan chose a remote seat to sit down, and most of the audience here now came to enjoy the concert for free, and this kind of entertainment competition of randomly selecting music can attract many laymen to appreciate music. But a contestant like Jiang Wenxuan who sits there so leisurely can indeed be a big-hearted child who is called "rare".

"Next, No. 12 Zhang Yunying." The judges in the front row shouted.

The girl dressed in white slowly walked into the scene from the other side, and there were many voices of admiration in the audience.

Jiang Wenxuan was also taken aback. I didn't expect to meet so soon, it is also amazing that a girl with this kind of character is actually learning piano, Jiang Wenxuan thought in his heart.

Zhang Yunying had already sat down on the chair, her well-proportioned back was ninety degrees from the chair, revealing a little snow-white skin on her back.

"The track is Liszt's Dream of Love, please start." The judges who have entered old age are chattering.

Zhang Yunying took a breath, her hands began to move on the keys, and the long but not lengthy main theme of "Dream of Love" sounded, during which the broken notes were knocked a few times by Zhang Yunying's slender fingers, rising from the keys, and this wonderful timbre was intertwined in the air.

Jiang Wenxuan quietly listened to the sound of the piano that was about to make people enter a dream, and couldn't help but recall the junior high school life that had just passed, and couldn't help but feel soothed.

The music was not long, and the sound of the piano gradually became quieter, and the audience also burst into louder applause than the previous one.

Jiang Wenxuan didn't look at the figure of the girl standing up in the stand, and walked out the door.

After Zhang Yunying bowed, she raised her head and happened to catch a glimpse of the only person who had left, her face couldn't help but turn red, and she felt ashamed of herself in her heart.

Jiang Wenxuan walked towards the backstage, although there were not many violin performers, it was better to prepare as soon as possible.

Pushing open the door of the preparation room, there were already a lot of people inside, Jiang Wenxuan went in and picked a table to put down his piano.

There was a sudden commotion near the stage, and Zhang Yunying lifted the curtain and came in completely disregarding her image. Everyone in the room was taken aback by her, Zhang Yunying strode to Jiang Wenxuan's side, Jiang Wenxuan shivered and looked back.

"That thing must never be said! And you'd better forget about it for me, too! The eldest lady swore sovereignty to Jiang Wenxuan with her hands on her hips.

Jiang Wenxuan said helplessly: "I didn't see anything." ”

"That's good!" The eldest lady closed her eyes and turned her head.

"The ······" Jiang Wenxuan pointed around helplessly, and the people next to him were obviously shocked by the conversation between the two people, and they all stopped what they were doing.

"Ahh Zhang Yunying's face couldn't help but flush again, she bowed to the people in front of her, and went out in a hurry, not forgetting to look back at Jiang Wenxuan.

Before Jiang Wenxuan could breathe a sigh of relief, the boy next to him had already posted it.

"Hey, Jiang Wenxuan, when did you recognize this kind of beautiful girl?" The boy in the piano room next door asked.

"No, no, no, it's just because of a small thing..." Jiang Wenxuan said helplessly.

The fox next door looked at Jiang Wenxuan suspiciously, straightened out his suit, and took his violin: "Jiang Wenxuan, you won't just dress like this, right?" "While preparing to go on stage.

Jiang Wenxuan rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and said, "It's okay, it's not a big competition." ”

The one sighed: "It's still your big heart, I'll go first!" ”

Jiang Wenxuan responded and began to apply rosin to the bow.

Zhang Yunying changed her clothes before she walked out of the concert hall, and suddenly remembered something, threw her clothes to Secretary Zhou, who had been waiting for a long time, and then turned her head and walked back to the concert hall, leaving the secretary alone in a daze.

After another period of time, Jiang Wenxuan stood behind the stage, listening to another round of applause from the audience, and still felt a sense of nervous oppression.

"Last violin solo! No. 12 Jiang Wenxuan! ”

Jiang Wenxuan coughed and walked towards the light shining on the stage.

In the corner of the audience, the girl shrank in the corner and muttered: "What, the name is quite literary and artistic to do that kind of thing." ”

Jiang Wenxuan's eyes were a little distant, the light on the stage seemed a little dazzling to him, and when he bowed, a drop of sweat fell on the wooden floor of the stage, instantly turning into a small pool of water stains.

"Saint-Saëns' Introduction and Rondo Caprice, a very difficult piece!" The judges at the bottom couldn't help but whisper, it is also remarkable to choose such a long piece of music in this kind of competition.

Jiang Wenxuan smiled, since he started practicing the piano to now, for more than ten years, the entire junior high school life has been spent on this kind of difficult music, thanks to the strict grace.

Jiang Wenxuan, who began to enter the state of playing, ignored the discussion of his clothes in the audience and put the bow on the strings.

The fingers began to skillfully knead the slender strings, and the bow also wantonly promoted the beauty of the music between multiple successive bows and jumps.

The discussion gradually disappeared, and many people let out voices of admiration, and every note and pause between paragraphs was tugging at the heartstrings of the audience.

Zhang Yunying was also taken aback by Jiang Wenxuan's performance, and the constantly beating syncopated sound that came to mind in her ears made her involuntarily look at the young man on the stage.

The interlude in the piece, which was supposed to be played on the piano, was filled with thunderous applause from the audience.

He was enjoying the process of playing, Zhang Yunying thought so, and smiled at the boy on the stage who was sweating because of the rapid switch of positions and bow changes.

Every time Jiang Wenxuan finishes this kind of performance, he will make himself feel in the clouds, swaying off the stage, stepping out of the door of the concert hall in a trance, some of the unreality that makes him unable to touch the north, leaning on the tree next to the road to rest, but he can't control himself from laughing heartily twice, attracting passers-by around him to come over one after another, and Jiang Wenxuan finally returned to the real world.

The sky was already full of dark clouds, and Jiang Wenxuan remembered that it would rain today, no wonder the people in the concert hall were carrying umbrellas, it turned out that it was not for shade.

Jiang Wenxuan was thinking about it, and the raindrops that had fallen from the sky had already sounded a danger signal.

"It's unfortunate, I !!" Jiang Wenxuan shouted, and rushed into the rain curtain with one hand to protect his piano.

The wild rain fell on the ground of Hangzhou, playing a sonata belonging to the end of summer.