"Jingle bells." The alarm clock on the bedside table rang, but the boy lying on the bed had no intention of getting up. He Beifan stretched out quite lazily, then turned around again, wanting to continue sleeping.

But the alarm clock didn't stop shouting, and it was still noisy.

He Beifan couldn't hold back his temperament a little, he frowned helplessly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and sat up from the bed.

Beifan's eyes were hazy, looking half-open and half-closed, and those lips were inadvertently pursed.

The next second he couldn't help yawning, and the look on his cheeks was inevitably a little decadent, maybe he slept too late last night, and when he got up early in the morning, he didn't show much of a good time.

"Go back to sleep." The boy muttered to himself, but felt that something was wrong.

let such a lazy thought die in the cradle, and then jumped out of bed quickly.

In the small bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, and there was an indescribable decadence, and then a handful of cold water in the palm of his hand made Beifan sober up.

The sudden cold sensation continued to irritate the boy's skin, and the world in his eyes became clearer, and the washing action quickened.

Just a few minutes later, He Beifan sat in front of the piano on the balcony, and the sky outside the window was still gloomy.

The boy turned on the light in the piano room, and the white flag lamp above his head was not very bright, but he could see the piano keys in front of him.

The bones of his hands were already very tired, completely lacking the immaturity that he should have at this age, and there were some swelling marks that had fallen from playing the wrong sound, and he was calm, as if he had adjusted his state.

Then the slender fingers jumped, and the black and white keys under his hands suddenly became spiritual, and every note was alive.

They have a soul of their own, like Angels flying in mid-air, playing along the music one by one.

He Beifan's eyes were slightly closed, and the expression on his cheeks became softer and softer, as if he was immersed in another world.

Although Beifan was wearing loose pajamas, there was no fatigue in his expression, he had not forgotten the etiquette when playing the piano, and his thin figure still sat upright.

The wide cuffs hung over the row of beloved black and white keys, and the boy simply rolled them up, revealing his white wrists.

It was winter, and he couldn't help but feel a little cool, but he couldn't take care of it so much.

The soft and slow sound of the piano seems out of place in such a simple and dimly lit cabin, but it adds a little silence and sweetness to it.

He played slowly and methodically, not in a hurry, but with just the right grasp of the rhythm.

This is the ideal state of a teenager, and in the early morning of winter, there is a snowy world outside the window.

It was a joy that he could sit in front of the window and concentrate on something he loved without being disturbed.

Pure white snow fluttered in the air, sprinkling the gospel over the vast land, and the whole world was covered in silver, like a fairyland on earth.

He Beifan walked in this holy hall in a trance, the soles of the boy's shoes were the sound of squeaky snow, and his eyes were full of distant villages.

There was no endless snow road under his feet, but the young man walked with great interest, and he gently lifted his cheek to meet the coldness of the winter snow.

The north wind is whistling in my ears, but it is like a winter hymn. Beifan's eyebrows have a little snow beads falling on itchy, but those black eyes are unusually bright.

The lake was covered with a thin layer of shiny ice, and the water vapor from the bottom of the lake turned into bubbles on the ice, and he stepped lightly on the ice, and the lake slowly cracked.

Beifan walked up cautiously, and the winter snow continued to blow towards He Beifan's face.

The boy stretched out his hand, and he opened his palm, and scattered snowflakes fell on his palm, allowing the little elves to leap down the boy's fingertips.

On one side of the lake is a small snowman built by the children, which is small but looks very delicate. The body of the snowdrift is round and looks cute.

The little snowman wore a plain floral scarf around his neck, and his round eyes were two purple-red grapes, which looked a little charming.

The nose made of carrots stands tall in the mild winter sun, and the small mouth made of red pigment looks particularly beautiful.

The gentle breeze blew, and He Beifan's eyes were full of inexplicable joy.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening in the bedroom woke up the young man on the piano bench, only to see He Yulei walking out of the room with her hair scattered, and she was full of surprise when she saw the young woman on the piano bench.

"Why are you resting today, why are you getting up so early?" The sudden arrival of his mother made He Beifan wake up from the world of the piano.

"Oh." The boy answered, and pretended to be indifferent, his hands still on the piano, and he had no intention of taking them down.

"Mom, even though it's a holiday, I have a lot of things to do, besides, I didn't just take advantage of the vacation time to practice the piano, otherwise, my hands would be raw."

He Yulei didn't expect her son to be so serious, "Okay, you continue to practice yours, and mom will cook for you." As she spoke, the woman walked to her kitchen, saying that He Beifan, this kid, is just worry-free.

He himself knows how to work hard, so he doesn't need to say much about what to write. Sometimes he is like this, but it makes He Yulei feel distressed.

However, He Beifan himself does not feel bitter, on the contrary, he seems to enjoy this feeling very much, he likes to practice the piano, so for this matter, he can not eat or drink, just to play a song well.

This may seem very stupid to ordinary people, and they may not understand his thoughts at all, but in He Beifan's eyes, those beautiful black and white keys are so tempting.

It seems that there is a power that he can't extricate himself, and once he is contaminated, it is like this that he can't break free.

What kind of power it is, He Beifan himself can't say clearly, but the boy has an inexplicable sense of desire, it seems that he was born only to do one thing, this is not for anything else, but there is a kind of enthusiasm, constantly reminding the boy to move forward.

He wants to become a better version of himself, and have a stage that belongs to him to play the music world that belongs only to him.

With such a thought, he is no longer an ordinary student, no matter how much he worries every day, his eyes are bright, and he will no longer feel upset about some unnecessary things.

At the same time, He Yulei was busy in the kitchen, the woman put the fried eggs into a small white porcelain plate, looking at the golden eggs, the corners of He Yulei's mouth inadvertently rose.

She took the slice of bread out of the bread maker, "Beifan, it's time to eat." Stop playing, play again later, and eat now. He Yulei comforted.

As for He Beifan, it was as if he hadn't heard it. The eyes staring at the screen were serious and focused, "Mom, you eat first, I'll come later." ”

The young man's words did not affect his head in the slightest, and the slender hand bones looked very light.

Beifan's dark eyes were slightly closed, but it did not affect the speed of the boy's playing of the piano at all, he seemed to have learned all the piano scores, so he was extremely proficient in playing.

As for He Yulei, she looks a little uneasy. "Fan, you can eat, okay? Otherwise, after a while, the meal should be cold. Come and eat. She really felt a little sorry for him, and she didn't want him to go hungry.

But He Beifan has his inherent stubbornness, "No, Mom." The boy couldn't help but purse his lips, "I haven't finished my task this morning, you can eat first, I'll go later." ”

He Beifan's shirk as always made He Yulei a little helpless, "You can eat first, it will be cold later, but it will not be good." The woman said and tugged at her apron, but He Yulei was stubborn, and Beifan was more stubborn than her.

"Mom, you eat first, I'll be fine in a few minutes." He Beifan shirked again and again, so that his mother really had no choice.

"Okay then", He Yulei said helplessly, since the boy learned the piano, she didn't know how many times this kind of thing had happened, and each time it ended in He Yulei's failure.

"If you don't eat it now, I don't have much appetite."

He Yulei said and walked towards her kitchen, she is a hardworking woman, most of her life is dedicated to her children, even now that Beifan has grown up day by day, she has not let go of a little care about him.

"Then I'm going to brush the pot." He Yulei said and untied the apron around her waist, hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, picked up the dish towel on the side and brushed the pot.

He Beifan played the piano by himself, and the melodious piano sound sounded in the small room, and the gorgeous tune made people feel inexplicably intoxicated.

This made He Beifan unconsciously think of the girl who stayed in the sea.

She always smiles at herself intentionally or unintentionally, Nianyi smiles beautifully, a kind of bluegrass-like simplicity, but there is a kind of power to warm people's hearts.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy finished pressing the last note on the score. Beifan got up from the stool and walked towards the dining room, only to see his mother still busy in the kitchen.

"Mom, don't be busy, come over and eat." Now it was He Beifan's turn to urge her, "Okay, I'll come now." He Yulei said and walked towards the dining table.

"Don't make yourself too hard lately. After all, it's time for holidays, don't be too tired, and learn to reconcile work and rest. ”

He Beifan looked indifferent. ”

The boy just smiled indifferently, "I'm about to use this vacation to practice the piano well, Mom, you don't have to worry about me." ”