The noon sun slowly sprinkled on the wooden floor of the music room, adding a bit of poetry to the already small music room.

The students all went to eat, which gave He Beifan a good opportunity to be alone, and the boy sat quietly in front of the piano, at this time, the boy could really empty himself and do something seriously.

Of course, before this, he didn't think that he would start a band, and he was willing to spend his energy on it.

Even though reality tells him that failure will be great, it is obviously nothing to him, and all he has to do now is put his heart and soul into it.

If he could, He Beifan would try his best to avoid all the interference from the outside world, and his reason for doing so was very simple, to devote all his energy to the things he liked.

"Do you really want to make this happen? So how much did you pay for it? Did you really do your best? ”

In the slow and melodious piano sound, Bei Fan closed his eyes slightly, and his slender fingers jumped on the black and white keys in front of him very lightly, and when he was alone, he could talk to it with his heart.

He can understand its heart, and of course, he also likes to use his fingers to play its heart one by one, which is not a difficult thing for a young man, and of course, such a time is also very precious to him.

At the end of the day, his life seems monotonous on the whole, but it is enriched by the presence of this piano.

In the sound of slow and soft music, he is no longer the boy who has nothing, on the contrary, he has a lot.

In addition to his love of life, he also has a rich spiritual world, which is an island that belongs to him alone, of course, he has not been able to truly understand what Bei Fan thinks, and he himself does not force this.

"You want to play the music you have in your own mind, you don't have to cater to anyone's preferences, just your own liking, and that's enough.

The boy thought silently in his heart, he planted a seed in his heart as a young man, and as he grew older, this thought became more and more ingrained in his heart.

Sometimes, he is stubborn and boundless, but it is like a kind of paranoia that does not hit the south wall and does not look back.

"You still want to start your own band? Do you know how many art students there are in the country, and how many of them go to form their own bands? ”

"Do you feel that your thoughts are very naïve, it is completely a feeling that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, and if you go on like this, you will regret it one day sooner or later, and it may not be long before you will understand that this matter is not as simple as you imagined."

Beifan couldn't help but feel funny when he thought about it, he didn't understand what he was thinking about now.

In short, there is one point, but the young man's heart is very clear, no matter what others say, his own thoughts are the most valuable, after all, in this world, only He Beifan knows in his heart what he wants.

What should he do now to achieve the goal in his heart is not difficult for him, but sometimes he will be temporarily confused.

It's like, every sleepless night, he looks at the piano placed by the window, often looking at it in a daze, and the timbre of those black and white keys is quite familiar to the young man's ears.

Therefore, Beifan always unconsciously left a page on the manuscript that he thought was a beautiful note, and the boy would always look at his manuscript over and over again in the next few days, as if he would also feel that there was something inappropriate in the design.

Of course, he always sorted out those manuscripts one by one, but he never played his works in front of everyone.

It's as if the tunes he wrote in the dark were also invisible, and all he had to do was to play the original works on the sheet music over and over again.

This feeling will really make He Beifan feel frustrated, but it seems that there is nothing the young man can do about such a thing, he said that he will hit a wall.

And when he was doing this, he deeply understood this, but he didn't persuade himself to hit his head, but he also felt that it was okay.

Because of this, he always insists stupidly, but maybe because he likes it, he can persist in such an obsession for so long, so that, sometimes, He Beifan admires himself very much.

He also doesn't understand whether his stubbornness can be exchanged for a good result, he doesn't care and he doesn't care.

Just as Bei Fan is now just sitting quietly in front of the piano stand, playing the tracks in the piano score in front of him one by one, for this matter, he can not eat or drink.

Of course, if he could, he wanted to keep running like a machine.

The boy's fingers were inevitably a little sore, and he had been playing for so long that his fingertips were starting to get hot.

It's just that he doesn't mean to stop, but as skillfully as ever leaps over those black and white keys, he's a dancer on the keyboard, and he's happy to do it day and night.

As the saying goes, if you don't go crazy, you can't live, maybe that's the truth.

His shoulders began to ache, but he still sat straight on the piano bench, which was his precious life treasure, and of course it could not be discarded at will.

Even the door of the music room was gently pushed open, Bei Fan didn't know, he seemed to be completely integrated into his own world, and this world naturally had nothing to do with this real world.

It is the world on the piano score, and it is also the world that belongs to He Beifan.

Ah Hui walked in gently, and seeing He Beifan so engrossed, the boy didn't disturb him, but just sat down quietly in front of the chair on the side.

He didn't know if He Beifan had noticed him, but he was not in a hurry to practice, but carefully opened the lid of the lunch box, he picked up the chopsticks that were placed aside, and prepared to start his lunch.

The young man didn't know why, he glanced at He Beifan cautiously, as if he was very weak-hearted. Fortunately, his eyes were slightly closed when he was sitting on the piano bench, as if he hadn't found himself.

After a tiring morning, Ah Hui also felt that he didn't need to hide anything, but began to gulp up the white rice in the lunch box in front of him.

He just wants to have a good meal now, and when Beifan plays for a while, it's not too late for him to fall down with him.

"You're here too." He was eating, when he saw Ren Shupeng walking towards him. "Hmm." Ah Hui just answered softly, and then nodded, he didn't say anything.

Probably the food in his mouth would also make his voice sound slurred, so the boy simply didn't say anything.

However, Ren Shupeng was not very eye-catching, he sat down next to Ah Hui, and looked very curious, his eyes staring directly at the boy's lunch box.

Ah Hui ate by himself, and when he occasionally raised his head, he seemed to notice something again. While munching on the food in his mouth, he looked at the boy's face, "What, do you want a bite?" ”

His voice was slurred, but he could see Ren Shupeng's careful thoughts, so he didn't wait for the boy to answer his words, and he stuffed a shrimp into the boy's mouth.

Ah Hui's behavior was obviously a bit unexpected by Ren Shupeng, his eyes were obviously stunned, but he still didn't say anything.

just swallowed the food in his mouth, of course, some of their small actions, He Beifan didn't know, he would not be easily influenced by the outside world, and even more so when he played the piano.

It seems that everything around him has nothing to do with him anymore, and all the boy has to do now is to play his piano well, and nothing else.

The two of them also seemed to notice He Beifan's indifferent attitude, but they didn't know where they provoked him, but they didn't know that He Beifan didn't realize their existence at all.

Naturally, there will be no such thing as saying hello to them. "Why doesn't Brother Fan speak?" Shupeng looked at He Beifan, who was sitting there, and became more and more puzzled, and couldn't help asking.

It's just that Ah Hui, who was sitting on the side, only cared about eating, and he didn't know it in his own heart. He hadn't had time to swallow the mouthful of food in his mouth, so he just shook his head and didn't answer Ren Shupeng's question.

Shupeng also felt puzzled, and couldn't help but stand up, wanting to step forward and call him, but was pulled by Ah Hui, who was sitting there, coldly.

The boy didn't speak, but just waved his hand at Ren Shupeng, signaling him not to disturb He Beifan first, and might as well wait until he finished eating.

Ren Shupeng seemed to understand what Ah Hui meant, the young man pursed his lips, and sat down a little depressed, the music room became quiet in the next second, and only the melodious sound of the piano could be heard.

He Beifan didn't mean to pause, the young man's body couldn't help but shake with the rhythm of the piano, his dark eyes closed slightly, and there was a look of peace on his cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, Ren Shupeng couldn't hold back his appearance, and he was also a little impatient to sit here, so he stood up a little quickly.

"He Beifan, He Beifan." He opened his lips and called him twice.

It's just that Beifan didn't seem to hear it, he continued to play his piano, completely ignoring Ren Shupeng's shouting.

The boy couldn't help but be a little anxious, so he simply walked towards the piano, he stood in front of He Beifan, and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Beifan."

Such a sudden behavior obviously startled He Beifan, and the young man's body couldn't help but lean back, and the melodious piano sound stopped abruptly.

"You're here? Why don't you say hello and scare me? He Beifan couldn't help but take a breath as he spoke, and there was inevitably some blame in his tone.

"What else do you say? We've been waiting for you here for a long time, and you don't say a word. Ren Shupeng couldn't help but pout his lips as he spoke, but there was a natural smile on his cheeks.