"He Beifan, you can play today's track for everyone." The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, in the past, as soon as he finished saying this, the piano in the piano room would play, but apparently today was an exception. "Beifan, you can play it." Seeing that he didn't react, the man repeated his words again, but the piano room still seemed quiet.

He Beifan ...... "The man was just about to say something, but he was interrupted again." Teacher, He Beifan did not come to class today. The little girl sitting next to her replied, her voice sounding weak, but the piano teacher sounded kind, "He didn't come to class?" How so? The man with glasses was surprised by this answer, and he began to pull out his phone in his pocket.

Who doesn't know that He Beifan is the boss of the piano room, every time his hands are on the black and white keys, including the boys older than him, they will become inferior, so the piano teacher always asks Beifan to demonstrate, but as everyone knows, the boy is absent today.

"Hey." The phone was connected, but a very noisy voice came from the other end, "He Beifan?" Why didn't you come to class today? The piano teacher asked worriedly, he couldn't help but be a little worried about Beifan's body, but to his surprise, the reality was not like this. A boy's slightly magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, "Oh, Mr. Tao, I'm sorry, I'm not going to learn the piano in the future." Bei Fan's voice was slow, not mixed with any emotion, and it sounded like a decision made after thinking about it for a long time.

This was obviously very unexpected by Tao Wei, and the children could see the man's brows locked, and his voice became serious, "What's wrong?" Why aren't you going to learn it? Am I not teaching hard enough? Such a piano talent is leaving Tao Wei's class, which makes him have to doubt his teaching level.

"Oh, no." He Beifan leaned in front of the dining table, still holding the rag in his hand, "You misunderstood, you are very good at teaching." But I do have a special situation, so I'm not going to go to the piano anymore. Bei Fan bit his lower lip as he spoke, looking a little sad, and before Tao Wei could say anything, the young man had already hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey, Beifan......" Tao Wei wanted to say something more, but there was no voice on the other end of the phone, "Hey, this kid ......" The man shook his head helplessly, seeing the teenagers in front of him looking at each other, Tao Wei cleared his throat again, "It's okay, let's continue the class." Although the man said this, there were a hundred question marks in his heart.

At the same time, He Beifan's mood also fluctuated slightly, he rarely was stunned, but at the moment he was in a daze, and he still looked very focused, and the rag in his hand didn't know how much time he had been holding. Guo Lei, who was sitting in front of the cash register, also seemed to notice that something was wrong with the young man, "Fan, what's wrong with you?" Who called you just now? The bearded man looked curious.

"Huh?" Beifan was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, and when he saw Guo Lei looking at him, the boy hurriedly wiped the dining table again. "Well, my piano teacher called me just now." He Beifan said lightly, seemingly unwilling to reveal too much. His body was half-bent, and the expression on his side face looked serious and serious, thinking that the man would not ask any more, but how did Beifan know that Guo Lei's curiosity was like a bottomless pit.

"Your piano teacher?" Guo Lei seemed to be surprised, he opened his mouth, and his round eyes couldn't help but widen, "Are you still learning piano outside?" The man said, inadvertently showing an expression of admiration, the piano is an extremely elegant thing in Guo Lei's eyes, and it seems that it is difficult to master. That's right. He Beifan nodded, he really couldn't understand Guo Lei's slightly envious eyes, because this was normal for him, so he didn't feel anything.

"Do you like the piano very much? How long have you been playing? He Beifan was reluctant to talk about this topic with Guo Lei, but the man had no intention of ending, which made Beifan a little disgusted, but since Uncle Lei asked so, he had to answer him, "That's right, I like it very much, it's been about eight years." He said nonchalantly, seemingly reluctant to look back.

"Eight years?" Guo Lei's eyes widened and he looked a little dumbfounded, he really didn't expect it to take so long. The young man before meeting was still so young, he really couldn't see that he would have such a long piano age, such a thing made Guo Lei suddenly interested, "Then, isn't the piano difficult to learn?" How did you like it? The man felt more and more that the boy in front of him was not simple, he was still young but there was no lack of talent.

"Me?" A fine bead of sweat appeared on Beifan's forehead, and he straightened his waist slightly, but the rag in his hand was not idle, still dealing with the leftovers on the dinner table. "Actually, there is nothing." Beifan smiled politely, looking a little embarrassed, "At first, I didn't like it either. I just wanted to take the exam, but then I ......" the boy said and shrugged his shoulders, "I really put in too much effort to play the piano, and my hard work doesn't seem to be worth mentioning, but that time and energy really cost a lot." ”

He Beifan stopped again when he said this, as if he didn't want to say any more, but after a few seconds, he said slowly, "So, I slowly fell in love with the piano." Later, I found that my life could no longer live without it. More precisely, the piano has become a part of my life. He smiled at this, but it was a wry smile.

The boy squatted down, picked up the trash can on the floor, and wiped the residue on the dinner table into the trash can without being dirty, Guo Lei could only see Beifan's side face at this time, the expression on that face looked so resolute, it didn't seem to be the look that a sixteen-year-old boy should have. But He Beifan didn't realize that Uncle Lei was looking at him, Beifan was very focused on his work, and no matter how subtle the stains in the corners could not escape his eyes.

Guo Lei sorted out the banknote in his hand and locked it in the cabinet again, but the man's heart was still thinking about what the young man had just said, and he became even more puzzled, "Beifan, what did the piano teacher just tell you?" I don't seem to be happy to look at you? Seeing his wilted appearance, Uncle Lei asked a few more words in a bit of long-windedness.

"Him." He Beifan's eyebrows lowered, and he walked to another table, "He asked me why I didn't go to class today." The boy pursed his lips, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with Uncle Lei, "However, I don't plan to learn piano anymore." Fan's words were very concise, he didn't want to say a word of superfluous words, and even hoped that Guo Lei could stop there. But Uncle Lei, he was born with a warm-hearted heart, and he didn't see He Beifan's mind, so he had to break the casserole and ask to the end.

"Why? Don't you love the piano? The man couldn't help but show a look of regret as he spoke. This time, Guo Lei really touched He Beifan's pain point, the young man has always been knowledgeable and courteous, but now he really can't control the rebellion in his heart, "What are you doing with so many questions?" It's not that I don't like the piano, I just find that my hands that play the piano seem to be better suited to serving dishes, is that okay? The boy looked agitated, his voice trembling, and the white teeth bit his lower lip so tightly that it was about to bite blood. At the same time, Guo Lei was also taken aback by him, he didn't understand why He Beifan wanted to talk to him like this, he was just out of kindness, and he didn't mean anything else, but he didn't know that he had hurt him unintentionally.

He Beifan stood there stunned, and after taking two breaths, he found that he was a little out of shape, and said without embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I just had a bad attitude towards you, I hope you can understand." The young man looked at Guo Lei's eyes a little more apologetic, but Uncle Lei didn't speak, but he didn't mind Beifan's roar, but kept thinking about his sentence, "It's not that I don't like the piano, I just found that my hands that play the piano seem to be more suitable for serving dishes, is this okay?" ”

But He Beifan obviously misunderstood what Guo Lei meant, he didn't say a word when he saw the man, on the contrary, he still looked at himself with a serious face. couldn't help but start scolding himself in his heart, he really shouldn't yell at Guo Lei, wouldn't it seem that he He Beifan was very uneducated. Thinking like this, the young man regretted it more and more, seeing that Uncle Lei was more delayed in answering his words, He Beifan became more and more helpless, and the next second he bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now, please don't mind." After Beifan said this, he didn't look at Uncle Lei's eyes.

Guo Lei, who was sitting in the boss's chair, opened his face, as if he wanted to say something, but He Beifan had already turned around and walked towards the noodle restaurant in the toilet. The man pursed his lips, and his mood became extremely complicated. Fan said that his hand playing the piano was more suitable for serving dishes, but such words made Guo Lei sound very sad, I don't know why He Beifan has such a depressed idea at such a young age. This can't help but remind the man of his younger self, and at that time, he had a dream. A simple and naïve dream, he wants to be a photographer, he wants to hold his own photography exhibitions around the world, he wants to record all the beauty of the world with his lens.

is such an unrealistic dream, but it has exhausted all Guo Lei's youthful blood, and he has always thought that he can become a photographer, so he has always thought that he is full of strength. But when this dream was shattered, he realized how small he was, and he opened his own noodle restaurant with a wound, which was ten years old. As for the childish thoughts in the past, Guo Lei has long been left behind, but when he occasionally thinks about it late at night, he feels his heart hurt like a needle prick. Now Uncle Lei still likes photography, but he no longer regards it as a dream.

What the man didn't know was that He Beifan was hiding in the toilet and sobbing at this time, and the boy was trying to lower his voice, for fear of being heard by Uncle Lei, but the crystal tears in his eyes were still falling. It had been a long time since he had cried like this, and the pain that had accumulated in his heart could not be dissipated.

In fact, Beifan is reluctant to give up the black and white keys in those piano rooms. But he couldn't help it, and his current life had pushed him into a corner. Day and night, the vicissitudes of life and tired faces of his mother kept flashing in the boy's mind. He really had no way out, so he finally chose to compromise. The boy's lip bit tighter and tighter, but the heart in his chest stopped beating so hard.