"I'll accompany you to the school gate, lest I be too dazzling and make my Miss Xiaowei jealous."

"You? Oh, come on, Phantom Star has both talent and appearance, where is your turn? Also, don't you have a new song to learn in Bass? You should have stayed at DREAMER instead of coming early in the morning to accompany me on the subway. ”

"I'm not worried about you getting lost. Star City is so big, and there are so many people in the subway station, if you get lost, I won't be able to find you. ”

"Your brain circuits are really Qingqi, and I'm not your adopted pet. Okay, go back, remember, smoke less cigarettes for me, and go to bed early tonight without a show, you know? ”

"Shinoi."

"What's wrong?"

The shallow winter breeze blows through the mottled bark of the sycamore trees leaving time marks along the road, the warm sun sprinkles from the clouds and radiates golden pillars of light between the overlapping branches and leaves, the light and elegant long street where pedestrians come and go, gently leaning over at the corner, the knuckle fingertips and Xiao Xiaowei raise his head and are as quiet as the sight of the warm sea, and the light tobacco smell mixed with the warm breath covers and falls between the eyebrows.

"Let's get in." The side face in the ears was still a little proudly raised the corners of his mouth, but the voice quietly melted into a warm warm mouth along the slightly drooping eyes dyed with the bright and warm sun, "I'm waiting to see you at the freshman show, baby, your sparkling appearance." ”

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Contrary to Wutong Street, where bicycle bells ring in the early morning and crowds are bustling, the downtown neighborhood is bustling and gorgeous at night, except for the coffee shops that display the charm of ancient scrolls and hang wind chimes to welcome customers early, the rest of the shops are closed closely, and the neon light and shadow at night seem to fade away with the morning and winter mist, leaving only the bright and fresh colors of the street, as if it is soaked in light watercolor, and it is quiet and quiet.

DREAMER closes the striking fluorescent sign at dawn, the graffiti-painted wooden door is open, and since there is no performance tonight, it mainly runs the piano shop most of the time, recruiting students to arrange classes.

The hand-painted red sneakers appeared at the door of the dimly lit piano room, Lin Weiran turned on the electric light, put the bass that belonged to him in the corner of the wall on his shoulder, and then bypassed the piano room, there was a small open space in the backyard of the DREAMER, and the rusty hollow staircase spiraled up, and the attic led to the rehearsal room backstage of the bar.

The sound that suddenly sounded behind him was calm and calm, like an invisible laser that did not have the slightest ripple hitting Lin Weiran, causing the figure who was just about to step on the stairs to pause for a moment.

"Lin Weiran."

The girl behind her stood quietly in front of the stairs, her long yellow hair tied into a simple ponytail, the elegant makeup outlined the quiet face with bright rhyme, the broken diamond ornaments on the ears and a glamorous night purple European jacket and dark black denim cut out a tall figure, and the gorgeous and arrogant exquisite dress covered the original quiet and tranquil style without a trace and took on a new look, making Lin Weiran a little strange.

After a while, the gold-rimmed glasses covered up the surprise that swept under his eyes, Lin Weiran looked at the pair of eyes on the other side that were so calm that he couldn't detect any temperature at all, and frowned: "Why did you come to Star City?" ”

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The Phantom Star Music School gradually became lively and joyful as the slender black second hand on the dial of the bell tower slowly rotated, and the shallow sunlight shimmered down the dark green vines that spread on the ancient building, sprinkling a gold-plated glow that danced like musical notes. In the piano room of the instrumental music department, someone is playing the piano, and the flowing and graceful classical melody spreads a soft ripple of water in the cold air.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the class had not yet started.

"Your dog is very flirtatious." Yin Tianxi, who was looking at the pale blue sky in the corridor of the ancient building, turned his head sideways and patted Xiao Xiaowei's shoulder, and the complicated feelings that were originally worried about Yunik were thrown away because of the bowl of sweet "dog food" in the early morning.

"What's the use of flirting?" Xiao Xiaowei snorted lightly in response to Yin Tianxi's quip, but his bent eyebrows were quiet in a warm look, "That wolf dog is not obedient at all, I have to teach a good lesson......

Yin Tianxi was just about to say something, but his gaze swept over the narrow and lengthy pure white corridor and locked onto the black-haired figure. It was still a forest of elegant clothes, and the long flowing hair rendered like thick ink was slightly raised with the ethereal tulle at the hem, as if he was desperately looking for something, and he was just about to go downstairs around the corner, when he was stopped by several boys who followed.

Since the story of being late in front of all the freshmen at the previous entrance ceremony spread rapidly in the phantom star, coupled with the poignant and stunning face that looks like an ancient time and the quiet charm of falling flowers and water, Yin Tingxi and Qianluo, the two students of Class 6 of the vocal music department, have been heard of by many student instructors.

Yin Tingxi has also met such people, they are just stubborn sons who are not very disciplined in various departments, and they have the handsome temperament of aristocratic students, but they know how to "flirt" by pretending to be a ruffian than Lin Weiran. Every time Yin Tianxi ignored it, his cold face, which had little expression, was embellished with a chill that rejected people, and then he turned around and left directly, leaving only a deliberately teasing label behind him as "Thousand Years of Ice Ridge Refuses to Approach".

Fortunately, Phantom Star has strict discipline, and since the beginning of the school year, the specification notice received by mobile phone information has been more than 1,000 words short, after all, Phantom Star has attracted much attention in the major website media for any bit of novel news about the competition and assessment, and I heard that in recent years, the founder of Phantom Star has the ideal of stepping into the music scene with one remaining foot, if these "gentlemen" make some lace news, they will definitely be famous and even ruined, so the most stubborn students in each department are only buried in the bottom of their hearts, and the mountains and rivers are not visible.

Yin Tingxi saw that Qianluo was surrounded by those boys, and the original steps that had moved forward and the questions that had almost reached his lips were forced to stop, and the graceful shadow that swept by the ancient rhyme inn, the chatten-like curiosity was faintly strange, looking at Qianluo who was covered by the boy's long figure but did not show a panicked look, Yin Tingxi's slightly opened lips were still quietly closed for a long time.

Xiao Xiaowei noticed the subtle change in Yin Tianxi's expression, turned his head sideways and asked softly, "Do you know that girl?" ”

"No, it's just the same class." The gaze has not yet been withdrawn, and the clear and cold pupils are fixed on the poignant and moving figure that seems to be waiting to be returned.

"I know that. I heard that there were two girls who were late in front of all the freshmen on the day of the entrance ceremony, one is you Xiao Tianxi," Xiao Xiaowei bowed slightly, "The other is Qianluo, who is known as the 'prosperous age', I also saw that some people secretly suspected that you knew each other in advance, the same class six, and you intended to be late at the entrance ceremony and then become famous in one fell swoop." ”

Yin Tingxi sneered. Those gossips, even if they are angry and directly come forward to argue, the public mouth can not be blocked no matter what, rather than talking about it, it is better to ignore it lightly, and greet all kinds of eyes and guidance with a proud attitude, pouring cold water can always make the arrogance extinguished immediately. The best thing Yin Tingxi has practiced in the years after establishing himself to enter the Phantom Star Music School is the small planet in his heart that is stoic and always cold in winter.

"It's okay, there are some words, just listen to them." Yin Tianxi was about to stretch the corners of his lips to Xiao Xiaowei and smile, and Qian Luo, who was not far away, took the lead in opening with a gentle smile: "I'm very happy to meet you." But, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to find a friend right now, and I'm missing. ”

"A friend? What is your name? We've got you covered. "There is still a group of recalcitrant children who are unrelenting and pretend to be attentive.

"His name is ......" Qianluo's eyes flickered, and a little light slid down the slightly upturned corners of his eyes to the direction where Yin Tingxi was standing, like a kind of handover code, Yin Tingxi, who immediately understood, ignored Xiao Xiaowei's surprised question, quickly stepped forward and grabbed Qianluo's wrist, pretending to be very eager and said: "Qianluo, Teacher Luo is looking for you now." ”

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"Thank you, but I do have to find a friend, so let's go first."

At the corner of the empty corridor, after confirming that the group of gentlemen behind him did not follow, Qian Luo was in a hurry to leave after a simple thank you to Yin Tingxi, Yin Tingxi saw the eagerness in her eyes like ink marks, and the undercurrent ripples that surged up in her heart hesitated for a moment, and still spoke: "Qianluo." ”

"What's wrong?"

"You...... Do you know the depth of the dream? ”

I don't know if Yin Tianxi's question was unexpected or the time of asking was a little abrupt, he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, "Yes." He's an old friend of mine. ”

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The light and light pink journey swept through the ancient walls full of dark green vines, the slender black second hand of the bell tower accurately fell on the Roman numeral twelve, and the fine and slight sunlight traced the delicate carved memories of the building inch by inch, and the ethereal bell accompanied by the sound of the birds flying away and the overlapping wings like light blue water waves rippling layer by layer.

……

It's just that for no reason I connected to the deep dream.

Bluestone Inn, deep dreams.

Why is it a deep dream?