"Have you thought about it?" Zhong Yuze looked at the young man on the piano bench, his eyes were full of joy, and at the same time, he was secretly cheering him on. Bei Fan's injured fingers lightly rested on the black and white keys, but there was no sense of disobedience, "Well, that's right." He opened his mouth slightly, but the tone of his mouth was very determined.

"However, the performance of the art festival will be held in two days, and now I am afraid that it will be ......" Zhong Yuze looked worried, but he didn't want to dampen He Beifan's enthusiasm, so he only said half of it. But even so, He Beifan also heard what Zhong Yuze meant, contrary to him, he had an indifferent attitude, "What is this, it doesn't matter, as long as I hurry up a little longer, it must be too late." The young man said with a confident look, which made Zhong Yuze want to give him a thumbs up.

The sound of the piano in the music room is melodious and slightly melancholy, Beifan's fingering has become more and more proficient, playing the piano is not a difficult thing for him, but it is like a kind of enjoyment, watching Beifan's fingertips jump happily on the piano, Yu Ze also has an indescribable pleasure. He stood there quietly, as if he had been brought into the temple of music, in such a world, without being disturbed by the trivial matters of reality, everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

The autumn leaves outside the window also seem to have the magic of knowing music, and they sway slowly in the wind in the sound of the piano, which is a kind of silent beauty, even if no one will notice them, but they have never given up the pursuit of life. The same is true for him in front of the piano bench, and Beifan can't help but have some worries these days. But thankfully, when he sat upright, the things that displeased him were naturally left behind, and those magical hands could play the purest music in the world. But Beifan wanted to cut it off at one point, it's ridiculous to think about it.

He seemed to be sitting very tightly, but in fact he felt extremely relaxed, this was his best state, and it was also the state he Beifan wanted the most, leisurely and comfortable. All this made him forget his humility, made him forget Lao He's indifferent and ruthless face, and on the contrary, every cell in his body was integrated into the music, it seemed that this was a state of relief for He Beifan, thinking about it, in such a world, the unhappiness of reality became so insignificant.

The autumn sun slowly sprinkled on the wooden floor of the music room, and the orange floor was even more dazzling at this time. The young man's head inadvertently swayed back and forth with the sound of the piano, looking serious and focused, but the fingers did not delay at all, but pressed on each key accurately, the corners of Fan's mouth with a slight smile, a state of almost forgetfulness, in such a noon, he did not have the slightest sleepiness, but devoted himself to the performance, into his understanding of music.

The small music room is full of possibilities, this small cubicle was renovated when the school was first built, so it is now too old, but even so, it does not affect Beifan's mentality in the slightest. Yu Ze looked around at the cottage, and all the decorations and decorations were on the artistic side. The yellowed walls were hung with posters of some characters, and on the bookcase next to it were some old records, and the records had a thin layer of dust on them, which looked very old. Yu Ze's eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the balcony, this balcony is not big, but there is a violin of Yin Dixiao on it, and a few pots of green plants next to it are full of vitality under the breeze.

The clock on the wall walked forward "tick, tick", but He Beifan didn't feel its existence at all, it seemed that he was sitting on the piano like an isolated person, and time was meaningless to him. His classes were tight, and sometimes he was overwhelmed by his schoolwork. But fortunately, He Beifan didn't think about this, his heart already disdained to care about the boredom in real life, but lived a kind of Buddha's will. Just like the track "Storm Minor" played at this time, although the tune is not high, Beifan has a rare sense of tranquility.

It rained in the world of teenagers, and it was pouring down. These elves descended from the sky wantonly hit the forest leaves, and the puddles on the ground were splashed with rain, but they were like a rare heavenly sound. In such a rainstorm, all the troubles seemed insignificant, and some were just the soft crisp sound of rainwater drops falling on the leaves, which made Beifan feel particularly comfortable. The boy stood in front of the window for a long time, the breeze coming in his face, and the rain dripping from the eaves was like beads with broken threads, ticking down. The teenager who was immersed in the rain has forgotten the existence of real life. I saw that He Beifan was still intoxicated, and the young man sat on the piano bench for a long time, his fingers were unusually light, playing Fan's heart song.

But Zhong Yuze is different, he has been watching He Beifan for a long time. I thought that Bei Fan would consciously stop playing for a while, but he didn't think about it, Bei Fan's eyes were closed, he was only immersed in his own world, and he didn't take into account that Zhong Yuze had been staring at him for a long time. The boy on the chair and stool looked at the watch on his wrist, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, the piano in the music room had not stopped, but Yu Ze was obviously unwilling to wait any longer, only to see him stand up silently.

"Beifan, Fan." He called twice, and seeing that the young man didn't answer him, he couldn't help but walk towards him, "Beifan, let's go, it's time for us to go to lunch." Zhong Yuze said that the eyes that looked at him were full of expectation, but it was obvious that Fan had not recovered from his piano sound, his eyes were still slightly closed, and he was not so easily disturbed by the outside world. If he doesn't sit on the piano bench, it's fine, but if he sits in front of the piano, how can he be so easily moved. Bei Fan's lips pursed slightly, his head shook slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Fan, let's go, it's time to eat." Yu Ze looked unwilling, but he even wanted to go up and pull He Beifan, but he understood Fan's temper, so he didn't sit like that, this time, the boy's voice was an octave higher. He Beifan seemed to realize something, the artistic conception of the rainstorm was suddenly disturbed by Yu Ze, so he couldn't help but be a little unhappy, Fan slowly opened his eyes, and the next second, he turned his face to look at him, "What's wrong?" The tone was very indifferent, Fan's brows furrowed slightly, revealing obvious dissatisfaction, which made Zhong Yuze, who had been sitting on the chair waiting for him, feel very aggrieved.

"Fan, I just called you, why are you so powerful?" Zhong Yuze couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he said it, but He Beifan didn't bother with him at this time, the boy didn't speak, just didn't speak, and his cheeks showed a look similar to an iceberg. Seeing that Beifan didn't want to comfort him, but he looked serious, Yu Ze didn't want to be bored, "That, it's time for dinner, let's go eat." The young man just said something leisurely, and now he really doesn't need to say much, so as not to arouse He Beifan's disgust.

"No need." Beifan's eyes were very silent, as if it was a shameful thing to discuss lunch in front of the piano. The young man's wrist was a little sore, but he only moved slightly, and he didn't mean to get up from the piano bench, his heart was very calm, but Zhong Yuze couldn't figure it out. At this time, Bei Fan only had those talking staves in his eyes, but this really made Yu Ze puzzled, "Huh? He screamed in surprise, his mouth opening slightly, "Isn't it, Fan, you don't eat lunch?" He then asked again, but seeing that He Beifan was still looking like an iceberg without saying a word, Yu Ze understood his mind. But there was really some unwillingness, "I said, brother, you have been practicing for a long time today." Zhong Yuze couldn't help but sigh, a kind of helplessness from the bottom of his heart. As for He Beifan, how can he say that he can move, and he still looks like he is inexhaustible.

"Fan, even if you want to practice the piano, you don't have to forget to sleep and eat, right?" Yu Ze held back for a long time before such a sentence came out, as if he was very dissatisfied with He Beifan's masochistic behavior, the boy pursed his lips, and then persuaded him with kind words, "I said, are you there?" When can't you play the piano? Having a lunch will delay you for a long time. Yu Ze really can't understand He Beifan's stubbornness, for Yu Ze at this age, eating is his top priority, he doesn't lack a pause, and now he doesn't want to delay for a minute, and then looking at He Beifan's performance, it really makes him puzzled.

"No, you don't." Beifan's expression was as indifferent as ever, "I don't have any appetite. He replied a little perfunctorily, as if it was a waste of his time to say one more word to Zhong Yuze, and then the young man's already hot fingers were placed on those beloved black and white keys again, which made Zhong Yuze sigh, "I said Fan, why are you so hot?" Playing the piano and eating don't conflict, right? Why do you always ......" Yu Ze looked a little excited, but before he could finish speaking, He Beifan interrupted him.

"I said, no." The boy angrily left a sentence, "Yes, you are right, they do not conflict. But I don't want to eat now, I just want to play the piano, do you understand? He Beifan had never spoken to Zhong Yuze like this, and it seemed to add a bit of indescribable arrogance, which made Yu Ze suddenly a little unacceptable, and the boy tried hard to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"He Beifan, what is your attitude? Is it wrong for me to call you to dinner? Yu Ze couldn't help but debate a few sentences, his eyes were full of grievances, he pursed his lips, and looked very unhappy. Yes, you're right. Although Beifan said this, there was still an impatient look on his cheeks, "But I want to practice now, please don't bother me anymore." Fan's words seem very boring, but in the end, they are also the appeal of his heart.

"Beifan, okay, then I'll go." Zhong Yuze couldn't help but be a little frustrated, he slowly walked towards the door of the music room, "Alas, I don't understand, why are you doing this?" Practicing the piano is practicing the piano, it's good now, even the time to eat is delayed. The boy grumbled. But He Beifan didn't take Zhong Yuze's words to heart.

At this moment, music is all he has. Such a world belongs to him, and he was about to lose it for a while, so now he knows how hard-won all this is, and playing the piano and forgetting to sleep and eat has become He Beifan's normal state. The boy played tirelessly, and his back was already sore, but he still sat straight on the piano bench.