Counting nine cold winters, heavy snow flies, the eyes are silvery white, exhale, as if they can freeze immediately, a sound sounded alone, falling chaotic notes, messing people's hearts.

"We, too, will be picked up!"

Several children under the old tree at the entrance of the courtyard looked at a whizzing car, carrying their former companions, gradually moving away...

Ignorant and ignorant, Xiao Xunruo lay by the window, listened to this unfamiliar melody, frowned, turned around, ran downstairs, and shouted at the young man who was dancing the piano and playing the strings: "This tune, let you play, as if mourning!"

The boy was silent.

Xiao Xunruo wrinkled her little nose, rubbed her nose that was blown red by the cold wind, looked at the children at the gate of the courtyard who were shrunk like little quails, and spoke again: "I heard the dean say... Say... That couple was going to choose you..."

The sound is still the same.

"They all said you know how to play a musical instrument... Good looking... It's in our yard... The most wonderful child..."

The tune gradually turned to mourning.

"If you're willing to smile, probably, no, you can, let that couple adopt you!"

The meaning of the song remained the same, but the notes were messed up, and the boy tried to remedy it, but he couldn't stand the noise around him: "Glenn, she, it's not as good as you... Although I can't understand your music, I think that your heart is not as indifferent as you behave!"

At the end of the song, the young man raised his eyes, but he didn't look at Kaoruo, just as if talking to himself, and said softly: "Glenn... Now, I'm afraid it's time to call her, Xu Lan..."

"Xu Lan and Gülen, what's the difference? It's not all her..."

Xunruo, who thought that the young man would not speak, heard this soft sigh, immediately spoke, turned around, sat next to the young man, and was shocked that the young man's eyebrows frowned slightly, but he grinned and said: "You are allowed to pretend to be literary and artistic here, and I am not allowed to use your territory to hide from the snow?"

Kaoru smiled, pointed to the canvas shed above the railing and said, "Actually, the dean, they have always had high hopes for you... Whenever it's windy or rainy, a shed will be built for you to practice..."

The boy was silent, stroked the fingers of the piano, gently fiddled with the strings, and started the melody again.

The days passed little by little.

If Kaoru has nothing to do every day, he will hold a book and sit quietly in front of the railing, listening to the boy's music.

Until one day, the boy bounced from sunset to late at night, and the only audience never came...

"Perhaps, it's time for the event..."

The boy couldn't help but look at the building, listening to the noise coming from the window, slowly, rubbing his sour fingers, making a crisp sound of bone joints rubbing.

"Touching ——!"

The door was kicked open by the boy, and the girls in the room, who had stopped in a hurry, looked back with stiff faces.

In an instant, the noisy room was much quieter, and only a low sobbing voice sounded: "How can you, like this, ruin my book like this..."

In the middle of the crowd, a thin girl, lying on the ground, picked up the torn pages of the book, trying to piece them together...

The young man looked at the girls in front of him and shouted angrily: "Get out of here!"

The girls looked at the young man's face in fear, and suddenly remembered the old days, when the boys snatched the young man's strings, but they were beaten to the point that their heads were bleeding, as if they were choked by the throat, and left silently...

"These, these are new books that the dean rented for me..."

"This is a book about the history of the Middle Ages in Europe..."

"This is a book about modern people and how to farm..."

"This one..."

Kaoru cried out tears, picked up the pages of the book that had been torn and rubbed beyond recognition, and put them together properly, only then broke into tears and smiled: "Thank you..."

"My name is Jing Se. ”

"Huh?"

"I said, my name is Jing Se..."

"I know..."

"What's your name?"

"Kaoruru... The Kaoru of Mu Xun, the Ruo who sighs to Ruo..."

“... Just read some useless books!"

The young man looked at the cover of the miscellaneous book in Kaoruo's arms, which was full of variety and strange things, turned around and said, and was about to leave.

Xun Ruo hurriedly followed the footsteps: "How can it be a useless miscellaneous book! Mu Xun, that is written in "Annan is the Matter": Mu Xun Chen Shishi, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, expresses a pious attitude... If you sigh to Ruo, you are the god of the sea mentioned in "Zhuangzi Autumn Water Chapter"..."

"Nerd!"