When the black dog called Tong Yang, Tong Yang was on duty in classroom 106, he held the mop to cut the green answer bubble, and looked obedient: "Minister, you look for me"

"Well, Yan Shuang went to the Conservatory of Music to practice the piano tonight, if you have time, go and see her, and give feedback in time if you have any questions." The black dog is munching on chicken legs in the dormitory, and his voice is muffled.

"Okay, I'll go see her when I'm done on duty."

"Well, hard work." The black dog is always fast when he hangs up the phone.

Tong Yang hung up the phone, cleaned up simply, the classroom was quiet as if he could hear his heartbeat, the sunset stepped on the tail of September, was stretched into a blur and long, Tong Yang moved his sore muscles, picked up his schoolbag, and then took out the garbage from the trash can.

The paper ball was half-buried in the garbage heap, sleeping quietly, Tong Yang's heart was misaligned, he stretched out his hand, the dust in the air floated wildly in the orange sun, the paper ball that was ravaged by pain was relieved, and the moment it unfolded, Tong Yang felt that he was shrouded in a huge shadow.

A sketch of a boy with clear eyes, as if dotted with stars, has been gifted by God.

There is a line of imperceptible small print underneath, neatly engraved:

Give it to Li Feiran.

The small print below is signed by Yan Shuang.

Tong Yang according to the note given to him by the black dog, all the way to the 503 classroom of the Conservatory of Music, the school has always been famous for its art buildings, the appearance of the Conservatory of Music is designed as a piano keyboard, the inside is intricate, Tong Yang is like a bee flying around, turning around layer by layer inside.

The 503 classroom was lit with dazzling incandescent lights, and someone was reviewing the zhengqu in it, it should be Yan Shuang, the strings were vibrating, soothing and smooth, and there was no even noise.

Tong Yang was silent for a moment, stopped outside the door, and looked in through the gap in the door.

Yan Shuang was dressed in a white dress, her focused appearance was fascinating, and the strings were sharp and gentle and matching, like someone crying, but she insisted on refusing to turn around, as if she was frightened and like a shackle.

The originally smooth sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and it was quietly rolled out, Yan Shuang quietly turned his head and looked at the people hiding outside the door through the misty air.

"What are you hiding there for" Yan Shuang smiled softly.

Tong Yang was inexplicably weak-hearted, and the first time he saw Yan Shuang at the opening ceremony, he had such a feeling. He was used to Yan Shuang's indifferent sketching, and at that time it seemed that the whole world had nothing to do with her, but when Yan Shuang smiled at him, that heart would tremble again.

"I'll see if there's anything wrong with the piano," Tong Yang walked over a little crampedly, every time he talked to the girl, he was extremely embarrassed, not to mention that Yan Shuang was opposite, "Is the piano still good?"

Yan Shuang nodded lightly when he heard this answer, indicating that everything was fine.

Tong Yang was embarrassed, he seemed a little unkind when he walked like this, his eyes fell on the guzheng in front of Yan Shuang, the corners of his mouth were bent, and he had nothing to say: "What is the name of the song you played just now?"

Yan Shuang pointed out the score to him, "The street where the wind lives." ”

Tong Yang leaned forward, with piety in his eyes, and nodded thoughtfully, no wonder he was so familiar, but he didn't think about it for a while. The original piano and erhu have a heavy melancholy, and the change of the guzheng is to add another kind of washing.

The wind doesn't stop for anyone, and when it stops, the wind ceases to be the wind.

Have you ever seen the wind for whom to stay

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Tong Yang adjusted his mood, pointed at the guzheng a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Can I try it?"

"Playing the piano" Yan Shuang was a little surprised, and asked his body to call him over, "You have learned"

Tong Yang told a rare joke, but he was still dumbfounded: "I heard it in junior high school music class." ”

His movements are not at all like playing the piano, he just plucks carefully with his index finger, and the strings vibrate, crisp and bright, stirring the whole chaotic night. A smile climbed up Tong Yang's cheeks, soaking out two dimples, one deep and one shallow, and behind the smile there was an emotion that no one else knew, which blended with the unfamiliar piano.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Yan Shuang.

"It's very interesting," Tong Yang's eyes flickered, "I feel that music seems to really express something soulful." "Even if he played it just now, it couldn't be called music.

There was a sound of rain ticking outside the window, making this scene long and distant, Yan Shuang seemed to be looking at the boy opposite through the rain curtain, the scene became like a dream, this boy who was usually gentle and timid, but at the moment it was like a treasure to be explored.

"When is the welcome party" Yan Shuang asked abruptly, as if she was isolated from the world.

"Now it's two weeks from now."

Yan Shuang stopped talking.

"Are you in a hurry?" asked Tong Yang.

"Don't talk about this," Yan Shuang estimated the time, the musical instruments don't need to be rehearsed collectively, just tell the conservatory to use the piano, it won't delay anything, she chatted casually, "You are in charge of my show"

Tong Yang nodded stupidly. The classroom suddenly returned to quiet, he subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't mean it to be so, like a trembling zither string, carrying the horror and doubt of the world.