Dreams are deep.

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Yin Tingxi sat on the windowsill and listened to the song with headphones plugged in the afternoon of the whole early winter sunny day, and when he turned his face sideways, he saw the ancient alley, the pavilion with black tiles and white walls blocked the sun, and the quiet bluestone slabs spread all the way to the Wutong Street, where the shopkeeper who bought camellia pastries greeted the guests with a smile, and the fragrance of the petals mixed with the sweet text of the pastries floated by the window, but it could not attract Yin Tingxi's cold taste.

The original soothing melody covered the bluestone inn that had lived a slow-paced life like a stream, but the sound of receiving information suddenly sounded. Yin Tianxi was stunned for a moment, clicked on the mailbox receiving area, and immediately followed the previous two messages, Phantom Star Music School, and launched a notice again:

All the new students, you can enter the Phantasmal Star, and you must have your own special strengths. As in previous years, there will be a freshman show one month after the start of the semester, but not just a performance on stage, it will also be an assessment of your admission. Today is your entrance day, and in this free half day you can already begin to conceive of the show you are going to present to all. Freshmen, come on.

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I know that although the course is easy, the requirements will definitely not be low.

Display...... What should I do to meet the assessment?

Yin Tianxi raised his head, and his expressionless face was reflected in the windowpane. The lip line without any curvature, like the frost and snow spread on the branches of a tree in the depths of winter, has an indifferent breath until a pair of slightly drooping apricot eyes are a little warm, the European and American five-pointed star tattoo covers the original cuteness without traces, and the delicate eyes on the small face are replaced by cold colors.

No one would want to approach it.

Yin Tingxi smiled lightly, unplugged the headphones, then closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. I vaguely heard someone blowing in the ancient alley outside the window, and the ethereal and silent tune was like a piano song that lingered all day long in the sound of the qin, but there was no such lingering and mournful.

Among the so many outstanding freshmen in Phantom Star, he is a very plain cat, not like a star in the inky night sky, bright and gorgeous, with his own unique light, attracting people to look up.

It's just a small planet in the darkness of the night sky, calmly spinning out the four seasons. Like a kitten, tiptoe step by step through the wall adorned with dark green vines, quietly and silently walking through the quiet time.

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It seems that I have become accustomed to watching time alone and slowly covering the air layer by layer like a melody in headphones.

Accustomed to a cold and strong look, he put those thoughts and emotions that fell on the letter paper in the deepest corners of his heart, and then sealed them with cold frost.

Accustomed to times and memories when you don't feel the temperature, such as visiting an unmanned coffee shop late at night, drinking a cup of hot coffee, and watching the tiny sand in the hourglass pile up into a small slope. With the bitterness of sweetness, it evokes the shallow wound that has always been faint in my heart.

Get used to it, with a smile or an indifferent expression, to dress up a lonely life.

The ancient star city, the bluestone inn, slow time.

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If I still have spiritual powers, maybe, I'll want to see the girl's star trajectory.

When he dreamed, he pulled up his sleeves deeply, and on the inside of the wrist of his right hand, the original six-pointed star pattern was no longer imprinted. The spiritual power is gone, and he has nothing to do with the Dream Clan.

It's good. He smiled softly, put on his coat, and went down the stairs at the corner behind Dream Star City, and went straight to the backyard of the inn.

The green bamboo in the corner of the wall exudes a sense of tranquility, lining out an ancient pavilion. The narrow corridor winds around, and the pond reflects the scene of blue tiles and red paint, and the dark green aquatic plants are clear and straightforward. There are schools of small red fish playing leisurely, and the ripples on the water surface are drawn layer by layer, rendering a quiet ancient world.

A few crumbs of biscuits fall into the water, and the fish leap in. They are not afraid of strange guests, such as the dreamers who have a stunning face but a nonchalant expression on the side of the hallway.

He remembered that there was a forest in the backyard of Huayu Pavilion, and in late autumn, the maple leaves burned into a bright red, and there were small flowers on those trees that bloomed brilliantly, elegant white mixed with light pink. For the rest of the autumn months, there is a quiet atmosphere, and in the winter, the pieces begin to fall, like dreams and rain, scattered all over the place. And Huayu Pavilion is named after this.

It's like the overwhelming flower rain of the Dream Clan. He recalled that at that time, Qianluo insisted on going out, saying that he was enjoying the scenery, but the large petals covered his vision, how could he watch it? He knew that she was for the person who played the flute at this time, but she didn't know that the sound of the flute was the sound of Bai Chen's thousand feathered bird.

Unintentionally raised his head and looked over from the backyard, he could see his Dream Star City and the Flower Rain Pavilion separated by a long corridor.

Also, a pair of eyes that just met his gaze.

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That person is ...... Deep dreams?

Yin Tianxi was stunned for a moment, and at the moment when the eyes that seemed to be finely dipped in paint on the tip of the pen touched his gaze, he immediately turned his head, and the music score in his hand was scattered all over the ground, as if the loneliness in his heart was cut into pieces of classical pale yellow paper by the sun, and it was messily spread on the ground. The still notes on the staff turned into a dull color in Yin Tingxi's originally twinkling pupils.

Slowly squatting down, picking up the music scores full of notes or blanks on the ground one by one, Yin Tianxi coughed lightly, his eyes unconsciously turned to the window, and the long corridor with delicate carvings covered his figure, but he could still be seen looking down at the fish on the swaying water.

What is he doing in the backyard of the inn? Forget it, I don't want to care about it.

It's just that a person like him, who is so indifferent that he seems to have nothing to do with everything, will also like to watch the fish swim back and forth in a loop, and watch time cover the water like ripples layer by layer, which is ...... It's very similar to myself.

It's like an hour ago, sitting on the windowsill with the tip of the pen dropping lines of notes on the paper for no apparent reason. Except for the hand holding the pen, everything is silent, as if someone has pressed the mute button, and then the picture is still.

As the focus in his pupils overlapped with his own gaze, the heartbeat metronome suddenly slowed down, and the unprovoked panic forced her to withdraw her gaze immediately.

I don't even understand the situation.

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When the heartbeat was accurately stepped on every beat again, Yin Tingxi had sorted out the music score in his hand, looked at the message sent by the phantom star on the mobile phone page, and took out a piece of stave paper that was already very old from the music score, and his eyes became clear little by little.

On the search software of the mobile phone, there is a search target: "piano shop".

And the result of the lockdown is fixed on the "DREAMER Bar".

DREAMER BAR, CO-OPERATED WITH A PIANO STORE. Opening hours, 8 a.m. to 12 p.m.

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When a bright color converged in the sky, and Star City was rendered with a layer of blue-gray characteristic of dusk, Yin Tingxi went downstairs to listen to the sound of the piano and enjoy dinner. Most of the reason is what I said in my dreams.

The faint and elegant tone like a dream made Yin Tianxi wonder for a long time whether he had said that sentence.

However, it is true that in order for the cold to heal as soon as possible, it is still necessary to eat something.

This dinner is different from the last time with a variety of pastries, but a classic dish exclusive to Star City, the elegant fragrance and rare light tune are intertwined into a quiet charm in the ancient sound of the qin, but there is the sound of people talking in it. Yin Tianxi took a sip of flower tea, and just wanted to whisper a complaint of "so noisy", but when he raised his eyes, he saw Meng Shishen on the other side.

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This handsome guy...... Why did you suddenly sit across from me?

Dining in the style of a prince, the broken hair on his forehead slightly covered the eyebrows that flew obliquely like swords, and the drooping eyelashes were full of fine points of light. is still that kind of indifferent temperament, as if everything around him has nothing to do with him, including Yin Tianxi who was stunned opposite.

"That...... You...... Why ......"

Meng Shishen raised his head, looked at Yin Tianxi's surprised eyes and slightly opened lips, and responded shallowly: "There are too many people in the inn, there are no seats." ”

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All kinds of eyes were cast at him, and Yin Tingxi finally knew that those conversations and discussions were all about himself sitting in the same corner of Wen Qinyin and the dream Shi Shen who attracted the attention of many girls opposite.

If you were yourself, and you saw a handsome guy dressed in white but alone yesterday, and today you suddenly dined with a girl, you would definitely be suspicious.

"I don't think we know each other very well." Yin Tianxi's left hand tapped unnaturally on the table, looking down at the lightly colored dishes on the ceramic plate, and hiding the tension in his heart with an understatement tone, "Isn't there no one on the other side of the table?" ”

"In this inn, apart from the woman who runs the inn and the clerk, I have only spoken to you." Dream Shishen put down the teacup, and the dots of light on his eyelashes fell into his pupils, reflecting the sky-like Liulan at dusk, "If I sit here, will it affect you?" ”

“……”

How could it not? Lord Ben still wants to enjoy dinner quietly, you are such a handsome guy sitting opposite me, do you know how much attention you have attracted, you are simply the focus of the whole qin, okay?

But...... At least they helped themselves clean up the broken teacups, which can also be said to be reciprocated by peach and peach, and put up with those conversations for the time being, anyway, he and this "Pianpian Prince" are talking strangely and don't know each other.

Although he and himself had shared the same room.

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Yin Tingxi held his chin and used chopsticks to arrange the slices of vegetables cut into wavy shapes on the plate into a regular pattern. At a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw several pairs of different eyes probing his curious gaze towards him, Yin Tingxi pulled his long hair to his ears, and only felt that his every move seemed to be watched by others. Originally, I didn't have much taste when I had a cold, but now I don't even want to touch the various dishes on the table.

"You asked my name." The voice on the other side suddenly sounded.

"What?" Yin Tianxi raised his head, not hearing the words of the dream clearly.

"You know my name." When he dreamed of looking at her, he didn't know whether it was a shallow smile on his lips, or the elegant charm of ancient times like hearing the sound of the piano, "So, what about you?" ”