He Beifan slowly packed his schoolbag at the desk, just a few textbooks, not much, but his movements were unusually slow, and a few books were loaded for almost a quarter of an hour.

Zhong Yuze looked at the exercise book in front of him, and couldn't write a word for a long time. He also had no intention of studying, so he simply put the black water-based pen aside, looked at the young man sitting on the side, opened his mouth, and seemed to think for a long time before he came up with a sentence, "Beifan, are you going to leave now?" There was a slight sadness in Yu Ze's tone.

"Hmm." He Beifan also looked a little helpless, "In the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to be at the same table with you anymore." Fan didn't dare to look at Yu Ze's eyes when he said this, he was weak, but he didn't care, Beifan was only afraid that he would cry out now. After all, it's a brother who has played since he was a child, and it's enough for him to feel uncomfortable for a day without seeing him for a day.

Whenever this happens, Zhong Yuze can always show his unique humor, "It's okay, Fan, look at what you said." He pretended to smile lightly, "We can't be table mates anymore, we can continue to be friends." Besides, our two classes are not far away, and we don't see each other when we look down and look up. ”

Yu Ze's words are indeed very reasonable, and He Beifan also tried his best to comfort himself, and his relationship with Yu Ze is so good, such a small change is really nothing to them.

When he slowly packed up the last book, Beifan knew that he couldn't stay any longer, so he reluctantly closed the outer zipper of his schoolbag, "Then, I'm leaving, you take care." ”

Who knows, as soon as Beifan turned around, he was hugged by Zhong Yuze, "Fan, you too." I really hope that you can realize your music dreams soon. He held him and let go after a long time.

"Thank you, Yuze, I will continue to work hard." Bei Fan said and straightened the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, and turned around a little reluctantly, because the injury on his ankle had not yet healed, so he walked with a limp, which made Yu Ze look a little distressed.

"Fan, walk slowly, watch your feet." Zhong Yuze admonished with some concern. He Beifan just turned his face and smiled at him, without saying anything more. For some reason, although he persuaded himself several times in his heart, he was still sad.

Zhong Yuze is right, the art class is really not far from their class, and it is only a corner. But such a short distance makes the ground feel unusually long, really, every step is a long time wasted. It's not just because of the ankle injury, but something else that may have been worrying about him. But that's the way it is, a shift is a shift, and there's no way he can reverse it. Unconsciously, Beifan has already walked under the class card of the sixth class of high school. But instead of rushing in, he paused for a few seconds.

"Report." He Beifan finally adjusted his mentality and walked through the door. Yin Dixiao was standing on the podium playing the violin, and when he saw Beifan walking in, Yin Dixiao immediately put down the violin in his hand.

The students' eyes were focused on He Beifan's body, seeing that he was carrying a black backpack and a pair of old canvas shoes on his feet, but those eyes were very beautiful and looked bright.

Yin Dixiao saw the children's surprise, and hurriedly walked to Beifan's side, "Oh, let me introduce to you, this is a new classmate who has transferred to our class." Beifan, you introduce yourself. Yin Dixiao looked a little excited, and his lips trembled.

He Beifan's heartbeat accelerated a little, he looked at the strange classmates in the audience and felt a little nervous, he paused and said: "Hello everyone, I am He Beifan, I love music, especially music, please take care of me." As he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth naturally raised.

"Damn, why did he get here? Really, it's not that enemies don't get together. Deng Wen yawned and got up from his desk, he had just come to this class. Unexpectedly, He Beifan is also here today.

The students below looked at him, and the boy didn't look anything special, but his eyes were clear and comfortable. It is worth mentioning that there is also the high bridge of the nose, which has a heroic spirit that cannot be concealed.

"Okay, Beifan, I'll see where you sit." The man looked around at the seat in the class and began to say to himself, "Well, that's it, you can sit next to Ren Shupeng." Yin Dixiao said that he thought this idea was good, but He Beifan was at a loss for the second monk, "Who is Ren Shupeng?" "On his first day in the class, it was normal for him to have such questions.

"Oh, it's the boy sitting in the first group, the fifth row, you go sit next to him." As soon as Yin Dixiao's words fell, He Beifan walked towards his position.

Bei Fan walked to his seat and sat down, looked at Ren Shupeng, his expression was very serious, there were two obvious scars on his face, his eyes were a little wooden looking ahead, and he didn't look at Beifan.

"Okay, let's continue to learn the knowledge of stave today......" Yin Dixiao said as he controlled the projector on the podium, but He Beifan's eyes scanned back and forth in the corner of the classroom. When he first came here, he was surprised by everything. It seems that what Beifan heard before was right, the art student's classroom was indeed the most beautifully furnished of all the classrooms.

There is pale yellow wallpaper on the walls, some calligraphy works by students, and two fish tanks on the windowsill with some small fish swimming in them. Bei Fan suddenly had a good impression of this place, unlike his original class, which was rigid and dogmatic, which made people have a deep sense of depression. But shouldn't they be in the music room, how could they be here. Bei Fan couldn't help but wonder.

He thought about it and patted Ren Shupeng on the shoulder, "Hey, shouldn't our class be in the music room?" How is it in the classroom? Beifan's voice was very small, so small that only he and Ren Shupeng could hear it, for fear of disturbing the classmates at the next table.

Who knows, Ren Shupeng was patted by him, turned his head, glanced at him very unhappily, and continued to turn his head to class.

What does he mean, it's the same as facial paralysis. He Beifan looked at Ren Shupeng's cold-faced attitude, and couldn't help but feel a little angry, what is he like this, so he can say something. He Beifan shook his head, suddenly bored, and took out his notebook to listen carefully to Yin Dixiao's talk about staves.

He listened intently, and suddenly, inadvertently, the bell rang for the end of class. Yin Dixiao's usual way of getting out of class, "Okay, that's all for this class." If there's anything you don't understand, you can come to me now. The middle-aged man sat down at the lectern and picked up the teacup in the corner of the table.

He Beifan yawned, looking a little sleepy. Although he didn't have much homework today, the matter was very trivial, which made him have a headache now, and he originally wanted to lie on his desk and rest for a while. Ren Shupeng suddenly stood up, he turned sideways but didn't say anything. Beifan saw that he wanted to go out, so he got up from his seat and stepped aside.

As he expected, Ren Shupeng really had such intentions, and he took the notebook on the desk in his hand and walked out from his side. After the scholar left, He Beifan sat down angrily, "It's really a pity that words are like gold, you can die if you say a word." He turned his pen boredly and muttered to himself.

Following Ren Shupeng casually, he had already walked to the podium, holding a notebook and Yin Dixiao was talking about something. Teacher Yin smiled, the expression on his face was very gentle, and he pointed to Ren Shupeng's notebook from time to time to say something.

This lesson is very simple, it's about staves, and He Beifan can't figure out what to ask. He thought about putting his arms on his desk again, putting his face on the back of his hand, ready to rest. But at this moment, Beifan felt someone patting him gently behind him. Bei Fan opened his eyes with some struggle.

He turned his face sideways, and saw the paralyzed face again, Ren Shupeng was still like a mute, without saying a word, just looking at him silently. He Beifan sighed, this buddy is too cold, so cold that it makes him terrible.

Beifan moved the bench forward, and Ren Shupeng walked in, that expressionless face made He Beifan disgusted, "Why can't you say a word every time you come out and go in?" Is it so difficult to do things in one sentence? "He really admires him from the bottom of his heart.

"You know what I'm going to do, so I don't have to say any more." Ren Shupeng finally spoke, this was the first and only sentence he had said to He Beifan so far. Despite this, He Beifan felt that Ren Shupeng's words did not have the slightest temperature, and he didn't know, but thought it was sent by a robot.

"Okay, that's your reason." He Beifan thought secretly in his heart, and then changed his words again, "Then why didn't you answer my question in class and give me a blank look?" He still can't figure it out, although it was the first time they met, Ren Shupeng wouldn't be so indifferent to himself.

Who knew that Ren Shupeng didn't feel embarrassed, his tone was still cold, "You should listen carefully in class, I don't have the time to gossip with you." As he spoke, he began to bury himself in his own business again.

Ren Shupeng's words made He Beifan speechless, he was originally very hard, but now he softened, and pouted a little helplessly. What kind of character he is Ren Shupeng, Beifan really can't understand. So I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I continued to sleep on my desk.

It's been a long time since class ended, but Yin Dixiao is still standing on the podium, he looks thoughtful, and he doesn't know what he's thinking, suddenly, he seems to have decided, "He Beifan, He Beifan, come here." ”

Beifan slept soundly, and was woken up again, although he was unhappy, he didn't say anything, but walked towards Yin Dixiao step by step, but there was a sigh from his classmates below.

"Hey, look at him, why does he walk like that?"

"I think he may be a cripple, just this image has been transferred to our art class, I have seen enough." They were gossiping under the podium, but He Beifan naturally didn't hear all this.