"My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment, no matter where I go, a hymn flows......" Zhang Yang stood at the front of the line, his hands kept waving, and his eyes were closed, as if he was very engaged.

"I sing every mountain, I sing every river......" The melodious chorus overflowed the small music room, and suddenly the door of the music room was gently pushed open, Yin Dixiao walked in slowly, but the students didn't seem to notice him, his steps were very light, standing silently in the corner of the music room.

Yin Dixiao looked at the choir today according to the usual routine, his eyes scanned back and forth in the team, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he frowned, looking anxious.

"My dearest motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up, always give me the blue waves and clear waves, the song in my heart." The singing in the music room stopped, and Zhang Yang's hands paused in mid-air and fell again.

He thought that the chorus was singing so perfectly, Zhang Yang turned his head to look at Yin Dixiao in front of him, full of expectations, hoping that he could say a few kind words. Who knew that Yin Dixiao frowned, and he didn't look at him, and a pair of eyes kept rummaging through the team.

"Teacher, do you think there is anything that needs to be improved?" Zhang Yang was cautious when he asked this, he looked at Yin Dixiao's eyes quite carefully, and he didn't know what the man was thinking in his heart.

Who knew that Teacher Yin asked lightly: "What about He Beifan?" Didn't He Beifan come? Seeing that no one answered him, his eyes were full of loss. He turned to look at Zhang Yang who was standing on the side again, "Hasn't He Beifan been here?" ”

Originally, Cheng Miao thought that he was doing this unknowingly, but who knew that Zhang Yang paid so much attention to He Beifan, and he stayed there all by himself. He looked at Yin Dixiao with a weak heart, "No, no." Zhang Yang stammered, for fear that Yin Dixiao would see the flaws.

"How so? Why didn't he come? The more Yin Dixiao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, He Beifan obviously promised to be good, how could he not come, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

"He really didn't come?" Yin Dixiao looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Nope." Because it was the second time to answer, Zhang Yang's expression became more natural, without revealing the slightest weakness. Yin Dixiao sighed softly and spit out: "Forget it, forget it, it's okay if he doesn't come." There was unspeakable regret in his eyes.

"Okay, that's all for today's training, you can go back." Yin Dixiao said with an inexplicable sense of loss in his tone, he stood there for a long time, but Zhang Yang fled as if he had done something wrong.

When Yin Dixiao was the only one left in the music room, he walked to the window and habitually picked up the violin, he set it up, playing the violin is a chore, but strangely he never felt tired.

While he was playing the violin, he heard a knock on the door, "Come in." He said lightly, wondering how he could come to him at such a late hour, but when he caught a glimpse of He Beifan's delicate cheeks, he didn't feel strange.

"You're here." Yin Dixiao's words seemed as if he had known that He Beifan would come to him.

"Hmm." He Beifan said this, but he was very puzzled in his heart why Yin Dixiao would come up with such a sentence, "Teacher Yin, I came to ......" Beifan originally wanted to tell Yin Dixiao that he was going to become an art student, but he couldn't think about it, but he interrupted himself impatiently.

"You want to tell me about the choir, right?" Yin Dixiao guessed to himself, "Beifan, the chorus is not as strict as you think, not to mention, what a good opportunity this is." Some students want to get in, but they may not be able to get in. There was some resentment in the man's tone as he spoke.

"No, no, Mr. Yin, I want to talk to you......" He Beifan didn't expect him to mention the chorus, but he came to Yin Dixiao today, not to listen to him talk about this.

"Beifan, I really think you can improve here. Moreover, you don't need to go to the piano shop anymore, the music room can provide you with space for development, and the piano you like can also be used in the choir. Yin Dixiao didn't know why, and he was still blindly persuading He Beifan, which made Beifan feel even more helpless.

"No, it's not, Teacher Yin......" Bei Fan was about to explain but was interrupted by Yin Dixiao.

"Beifan, you are a good seedling of the school choir, but if you don't want to come, I won't force it." The man's tone was full of regret, if he knew the truth, it wouldn't have been like this.

Bei Fan originally wanted to talk to Yin Dixiao about the class assignment, but now that the topic has shifted to the chorus, he thinks he has to explain it clearly.

"No, teacher, I've been here." He Beifan's short sentence was enough to surprise Yin Dixiao, his eyes widened, what is the situation, could it be that Zhang Yang lied to himself, shouldn't it.

"You said you've been here?" Yin Dixiao's voice rose, in fact, he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Yes, I've been here, but you weren't there at the time." Beifan's voice was a little more calm, he told the truth, and he didn't lie, so even if Yin Dixiao asked about such an embarrassing thing, he wouldn't feel empty-hearted.

Unexpectedly, He Beifan's answer made Yin Dixiao even more puzzled, "Then why didn't you come to participate in today's training?" Is it because you are not feeling well? He couldn't help but be a little worried about Beifan's body, and when it came to this, Beifan decided to confess this matter to 1510.

He was a little embarrassed to say, "No, no." Looking at Yin Dixiao's serious look, he cleared his throat again, "Teacher Yin, maybe I am not suitable to participate in the chorus of such many people, and my level has not yet reached Zhang Yang's requirements, so I ......"

"Didn't meet Zhang Yang's requirements?" The more Yin Dixiao tasted this sentence, the more strange he felt, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently.

"That's right." He Beifan looked serious, not like he was joking with Yin Dixiao at all, "He said that my voice was too low to sing, but I really tried my best." Beifan lowered his head a little sadly as he spoke, for fear that the man would blame him.

"I see." Yin Dixiao looked suddenly realized, and his teeth inadvertently clenched his lower lip as he spoke, "This Zhang Yang is too much, I did say that the chorus made him responsible, but who allowed him to clean up the team members?" Who gave him this right? The more the man spoke, the more angry he felt.

This made He Beifan a little embarrassed, he really couldn't get used to Zhang Yang's arrogant style. But Beifan is soft-hearted, he has always been willing to be kind to others, and he doesn't want to be implicated too much because of this matter, "No, you can't say that." It's because I can't meet the requirements of the choir, and it has nothing to do with Zhang Yang. ”

The more humble He Beifan was, the more Yin Dixiao felt that Zhang Yang had gone too far, and he really couldn't calm his anger, "Beifan, you go, go and find Zhang Yang for me, he just went back, and he shouldn't have left yet." ”

"Huh?" Yin Dixiao's request made Beifan's whole person stunned, "Go and call Zhang Yang?" He didn't expect Yin Dixiao to be so short-tempered, but he didn't have the slightest sense of joy, but a deep helplessness, he didn't want to tie up with anyone because of such a trivial matter.

It's good now, since that quarrel, he and Zhang Yang have never met again. After all, they are not in the same class, and there are few opportunities to meet and communicate, so why bother to find out about it?

But Yin Dixiao was very stubborn, his eyebrows were high, and there was an irresistible power in his tone, "Beifan, go, you call him to me, I want to see how capable he is." ”

Only then did He Beifan realize that Yin Dixiao was really angry, "Oh, good." He replied a little stammering, but his mind was a piece of paste, and he didn't understand what Yin Dixiao was going to do, and when he walked to the door of the music room, he seemed to remember something, "Teacher, what class is he in?" ”

"Class 7 of the second year of high school, you go quickly, Zhang Yang should leave in a while." The man's voice was loud and there was obvious urgency.

"Oh, good." He Beifan had to put out two simple words, and whatever he said now would be redundant. Beifan turned the corner of the stairs, went up the stairs, and walked towards the classroom of the second year of high school.

"How do I talk to him?" He Beifan felt that his heart was in turmoil, and Zhang Yang saw that his face should be full of disgust. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, his intestines were full of regret, an arrogant person like Zhang Yang, what did he He Beifan provoke him to do, he was purely looking for trouble for himself.

But Beifan had no way to escape, and before he knew it, he had already walked to the door of the seventh class of the second year of high school. The classroom lights are still on, and the class doors are wide open. At a glance, you can tell that there must be still students who have not left.

He Beifan didn't hesitate too much, but walked in with square steps, and as Beifan expected, Zhang Yang was packing his schoolbag. This senior, who was one level higher than him, was tidying up his desk. The book in front of him was a thick stack that looked like it was taking place. Zhang Yang naturally also noticed He Beifan's existence, he stopped the book in his hand, his eyes were full of surprise, "What's the matter, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"Oh. Not me. He Beifan was very calm, for some reason, when he saw Zhang Yang's face, there was only disgust left in his heart, "It's Teacher Yin." He said coldly.

"Teacher Yin?" Zhang Yang's originally soft nerves tightened again, "What is he looking for me to do?" Zhang Yang's voice was very panicked, he expected that he must have caused a big disaster.

"I don't know." He Beifan shrugged his shoulders, "You'll know when you go." After he finished speaking, he didn't leave Zhang Yang a chance to react at all, and turned to leave.