"Beifan, Beifan, what time is it now, why don't you go out yet?" He Yulei glanced at the clock on the wall and urged a little anxiously.

Bei Fan stopped the guitar in his hand, "Mom, can I not go to math class today?" ”

"Nope." He Yulei walked in front of him, "I have paid all the money, how can you not go to class?" ”

"But I really don't want to go. Finally, after a day off, you can let me relax. Beifan pleaded.

"Fanfan." He Yulei sat down beside Beifan, "Mom doesn't want you to work so hard, but if you don't study, there is no way out." Listen to me and go to class. ”

Bei Fan couldn't help but sit up from the sofa, "Okay, don't say it, I'll go." ”

"That's what it looks like." He Yulei put Beifan's guitar on the desk, "You go, come back and my mother will make you steamed noodles to eat." ”

Bei Fan put on his gray sweatshirt and sweatpants with white stripes on the side.

He slung his black backpack over his shoulders and opened the door, "I'm leaving, Mom." ”

"Go ahead, take a ride, don't be late." He Yulei admonished on the side.

Bei Fan walked out of the unit building, and the warm wind blowing on his cheeks made him feel extremely warm. The fallen leaves of the sycamore fell on his shoulders in the autumn wind.

Turning the corner, a piano shop on the side of the road caught his attention. On the light blue signboard are a few large white characters: Yiyi Qin Shop.

Through the bright window, Beifan can clearly see the display of musical instruments inside, and the conspicuous place is a relatively high-end grand piano, which is slightly simple and elegant. Beifan's feet couldn't help but bring him in.

The smoky cedar ceiling and the dazzling array of musical instruments overflow with a sense of happiness.

"Young man, do you want to buy a musical instrument?" Walking up to him was a middle-aged man in his forties, with slightly bald sideburns and thick black eyebrows.

"Oh, I'll take a look." Bei Fan looked at the wall of the piano shop, where there were a few old posters and some records piled up on the wooden counter.

"Beifan, why are you here?" Beifan turned around and saw her, wearing a plain dress that stretched to her ankles, delicate collarbones and a white shell necklace.

"Nian Yi, such a coincidence, this is your family's piano shop?" Beifan's eyes glowed with a soft light.

"Of course, I didn't expect you to come." A pair of small dimples appeared on Nian Yibai's cheeks.

"Yiyi, is this your classmate? Then you can take him around the piano shop. I'm going to continue teaching my kids how to play the piano. The middle-aged man said and walked towards the piano room.

"Why did you want to go around here? I've wanted to bring you here for a long time, but I'm afraid you won't have time. Nian Yi led Bei Fan to a log table.

"I do want to go to class, but I don't want to. I can't stay at home, no, I see that there is a piano shop that is well decorated, so come in and take a look. Beifan winked playfully.

Nian Yi picked up the coffee on the wooden table and took a sip, "Do you want some?" Her long, thin eyelashes rested gently on her lower eyelids.

"No, I'm not thirsty." Bei Fan waved his hand a little greenly.

"I'll make you a cup, the hand-ground coffee is still very good." As he spoke, Nian Yi walked to the wooden cabinet and took out a bottle of coffee beans, scooped a few with a slender spoon and put them into the hand-ground coffee machine.

Her pair of warm hands turned on the handle, "It'll be fine in a moment." ”

"Do you like coffee?" Beifan looked at Nian Yi's focused eyes.

"Of course, I drink it every morning and it's part of my breakfast." Nian Yi said and poured out the coffee in the machine, "Here, how about you taste it?" ”

Bei Fan picked up the coffee cup, and a fragrance came to his nose with a hint of bitterness at the same time, "It tastes good, but it's a little bitter." He commented truthfully.

"Alright, I'll take you for a walk on the piano." Nian Yi stood up and tidied up the hem of her skirt slightly.

Beifan stopped in front of a guitar, which was a wooden guitar with a spruce top that was exceptionally smooth to the touch.

"Do you like it?" Nian Yi looked at Bei Fan with a somewhat obsessed look, "Do you want to take it down and give it a try?" ”

Before Beifan could reply, Nian Yi gently took off the acoustic guitar on the wall, "You play it and try it." She handed him the guitar.

Bei Fan stared intently at the strings of the guitar with slightly childish eyes.

On a quiet autumn day, the sun shines through the window and spreads warmth, Nian Yi looks at him in front of him, and his slender fingers touch the strings, revealing a crisp and bright voice.

After playing it briefly a few times, Bei Fan handed her the guitar again, "The texture is good." ”

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Nian Yi is generous and enthusiastic.

"How can this work?" Beifan smiled embarrassedly, "This guitar is very expensive, I can't ask for it." With that, he hung the guitar back in place.

"Then, I'll take you to the piano room." Nian Yi's big eyes turned deftly.

"Isn't my uncle teaching children to play the piano? Won't I disturb him if I go in? "Beifan has always been meticulous.

"It's okay, let's go, he won't mind." Nian Yi led Beifan towards the piano room.

"Look, you should play this section like this......" The middle-aged man sat on the piano bench, and next to him stood a seven or eight-year-old child, with a look of admiration.

The walls of the piano room are covered with creamy white striped stickers, and the pale yellow carpet is more comfortable. Beifan stopped, the middle-aged man's piano sound made him obsessed, he gradually immersed himself in it, and slowly closed his eyes.

He Yulei was stir-frying in the kitchen, the woman was wearing a cotton and linen apron, and when she turned the dishes, she was burned by the oil pan carelessly, leaving a red mark on her hand.

She glanced at the living room clock, "He's coming back." He Yulei pondered, speeding up the speed of her hand, and the spatula turned skillfully in her hand.

"Buzz, buzz." The mobile phone on the dining table rang, and the woman had just poured the tomatoes into the pot, a little scrambling, "Who?" Call when you want to cook. ”

He Yulei couldn't help but complain, and picked up the phone angrily, "Who?" ”

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, you say. What the? Beifan didn't go to class today. It can't be, I watched him go out. He didn't go, okay, okay, I got it. The woman's voice grew lower.

She threw away her phone in frustration, froze in place for a few seconds, and hurried into the kitchen again.

Beifan came out of the piano room, and he was about to leave, "Nian Yi, it's not too early, I should go back too." ”

"What's the hurry? Join me for lunch at noon. Ye Nianyi wanted to keep him.

"I really don't need to read Yi, my mother is still waiting for me at home." Bei Fan smiled at her, "This is really a good place, I'm very happy here." ”

"Well, you're welcome to come often." Nian Yi sent Beifan out of the piano shop.

He Yulei had already brought the steamed noodles to the table, and she looked at the empty seat next to her and was stunned. "How am I going to tell him?" The woman helplessly propped her head on her arm.

Hit him, scold him, no, she can't do it. He Yulei told herself in her heart that Beifan has always been very sensible, and today's incident may be because she forced him too hard.

He Yulei thought and pursed her lips. There was a familiar sound of footsteps in the corridor, and she made a decision, intending to let Beifan admit her mistake.

The key lock turned, and Bei Fan walked in, "Mom, I'm back." He looked at his mother at the dinner table with some humility.

"Well, let's sit down and eat." He Yulei pretended to be indifferent, but her slightly stiff expression still betrayed her.

Beifan also noticed that something was wrong with his mother, but he didn't think much about it, but picked up the chopsticks at the dinner table as usual.

"Fan." He Yulei didn't move her chopsticks, and looked at him with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Bei Fan stopped his hand and raised his head.

"How did you listen to math class today?" He Yulei asked sideways.

"Oh, yes, it's okay." Beifan stammered in reply.

Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, He Yulei simply continued to ask: "Then what are you talking about today?" ”

Bei Fan was confused by He Yulei's question, he didn't understand why his mother asked such a detailed question, and he didn't realize that she had found out that she had skipped class.

"Oh, the function we're talking about today." Beifan had to continue to make it up.

He Yulei looked at her child with a little disappointment, she was about to lose her weight but restrained herself, and tried hard to suppress the fire, "Fan, do you think that the burden of weekend make-up classes is very heavy?" ”

"No, it's okay, actually. It's just tiring. Beifan absentmindedly sandwiched the noodles on his plate.

He Yulei sighed, planning to make a calculation, "Yu Ze's mother called me today." ”

Zhong Yuze and He Beifan grew up together, and the contact between their parents was also normal, so Beifan didn't think there was anything strange, "Well, what did she say?" ”

She said. He Yulei's eyes looked at Beifan's face steadily, "She said that Yu Ze didn't go to make-up classes on the weekend. She thought he was going, but she caught Yu Ze at the door of the game hall and almost blew her lungs. Beifan, you say, you won't do such a thing, right? ”

Beifan felt that his mother had something to say, and he accidentally knocked over the hot milk on the dining table.

"What's wrong with you? The face is not very good-looking. He Yulei asked knowingly.

"Oh, not really." Bei Fan's hands began to shake unconsciously.

"It's still our family who is sensible, and he will never do such a thing." The woman smiled when she saw Beifan's weak heart, "You should also persuade Yu Ze well, skipping class is not a good habit to change." ”

"Okay, I see." Beifan only felt that his face was hot, and he buried his head in the plate, unwilling to look at his mother's eyes again.

"Fan, you've worked hard in class, come, eat more." He Yulei said and put vegetables on Beifan's plate, "After eating, I will have the energy to study in the afternoon." ”

Beifan's face was swollen red, and he realized that his mother was waiting for him to admit his mistake, and she knew but refused to say it.

Beifan put down his chopsticks and stood up from the stool, "Mom, I'll tell you the truth." I didn't go to math class today, but spent a lot of time at the piano shop on the corner. I, I'm sorry for you. I won't do it again next time. ”

When he finished speaking, he looked at his mother timidly. To Beifan's surprise, He Yulei was not angry, "You are finally willing to say it yourself, I have been waiting for you to admit your mistake yourself." ”

"Mom, I promise you, I won't skip class again." His mother's empathetic attitude made Beifan feel extra guilty.

"Fan, sit down and eat." He Yulei was as gentle as a spring breeze, "I know, you don't want to make up for math class." I can understand that, after all, you only have one day off a week and you have to do some homework. ”

She looked at her child lovingly, "But you have to know in your own heart, mathematics is very important for the college entrance examination." What to do and what not to do, you should be measured. ”

"I know, Mom." Beifan swallowed the steamed noodles in his mouth into his stomach, and his heart was filled with remorse.