Thanks to the part-time job that my sister introduced me, I had saved a small amount of money by the end of the first semester, and at the same time, my mood had changed subtly. The ability to make money and the money in my pocket gave me instant confidence, and I gradually became more confident. I no longer bow my head and cower wherever I go, as I used to be, and I no longer pretend to be uninterested in everything in order to hide my preferences. I became interested in exploring new and interesting things around me, and I dared to stop and admire them. As my horizons broadened, I realized that the things I had longed to have were far from being as unattainable as I had imagined, and I became more and more disagreeable with my parents' statement that "there is nothing to look at" because they didn't buy it. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to spend a lot of money to make up for my past regrets. It is important to know that although the result of not having the ability to have it and choosing not to have it is the same, the difference is huge. The ability to make the choice according to one's own will is the most critical issue, even more important than the possession itself.

Since college, I moved to a dormitory and didn't go home for the first time until Chinese New Year's Eve afternoon. After not seeing each other for a long time, I became more separated from my parents, and even gossip felt boring. I didn't stay up until dinner time, and the topic was completely exhausted. I silently looked around the familiar living room and found that it was no different from what I had remembered, in other words, there was no festive atmosphere. Parents are just festivals other than the New Year, because in their concept, the festival is nothing more than eating something good, which is really not interesting, and at the moment when the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, other festivals are even more lackluster. I don't think so, but I always firmly believe that each festival has its own unique interest, and it depends on whether the people who have seen the festival are willing to put the effort into planning.

"The ...... I bought for you" was in a daze for a while, and before I knew it, I came back to my senses, took out two woolen sweaters from my backpack, and handed them to my father, who was expressionless, to ease the embarrassment between them.

"Oh......" The father raised his eyebrows and took the sweater, looked at it for a while, and then continued: "The red envelope will be ...... you on a cloudy day."

"Hmm......" I didn't want to explain anything, so I turned around and went into the kitchen to help with dinner.

The next morning, I thanked my parents for the red envelope and hurried back to the dormitory on the pretext that I was in a hurry to work part-time. Naturally, I knew that the dormitory was empty, and it was so quiet that I felt pitiful. But even so, I don't want to spend any more day with my parents, after all, the lack of emotional communication and heart-to-heart dialogue is more lonely and pathetic, especially if the other person is your dearest. Maybe one day, my heart will be strong enough to handle this impasse and make myself and my parents understand each other, but I still need to escape.

For the next few days, I slept until I woke up naturally every day, took a cup of milk tea after dinner, and then walked around the quiet campus, enjoying a warm and lazy afternoon. After the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I returned to working part-time two days a week. In order to reward me for my hard work during the Chinese New Year, the senior sisters specially rewarded me with double my salary. What surprised me even more was that my sister's mentor gave me a big red envelope for the same reason. With this extra income, I was finally able to put into practice a plan that had been buried in my heart for a long time. Over the years, there is only one luxury that I can't give up, and that is to fulfill my promise to Xingyuan and learn violin. From the day my parents agreed to let me learn the violin, I started searching the Internet for relevant information. I was really happy for a while when I learned that there were many music students who were willing to teach amateurs like me at a lower price. Saving as much money as possible on tuition would undoubtedly reduce my parents' dissatisfaction with my insistence on learning the violin. Unfortunately, before they could know about it, the matter fell through. Even though my parents didn't allow me to talk about learning the piano again, I never gave up on the idea. By chance, I was admitted to this university, and at the same time, I also had the opportunity to meet my music classmates. It all came at the right time.

After the Lantern Festival, students returned to school one after another. Before the school started, I carried Xingyuan's violin bag on my back and wandered around the teaching building of the Conservatory from time to time, hoping to find a suitable candidate. Naturally, I have no musical talent and would not be uninterested in demanding a high level of professionalism from that person. The so-called suitable person is just someone I can talk to and negotiate the price. Although it was not very demanding, it took me a lot of time to find the right person.

In the blink of an eye, the winter break is coming to an end, and my violin lessons are still not finished. One afternoon, I was quietly looking around the practice room of the conservatory with my violin bag on my back when suddenly I was tapped the shoulder. Frightened and panicked, I turned around to find a tall, well-dressed girl glaring at me with cold eyes.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? "The girl pressed me in an aggressive manner.

"I ......" I gripped the strap of my violin bag with both hands, hesitating whether I should tell my thoughts to the stranger in front of me who was visibly hostile to me.

"Don't try to lie to me, I'm pretty sure you're not a student of our academy." The girl brushed the long hair on her shoulders and said proudly.

"How do you know......" I muttered inwardly.

"I also have this bag, which I bought as a gift for the practice piano more than ten years ago. You probably don't know that this kind of piano has long been eliminated. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but get excited: "How could it be...... This piano is so good, I will use it and will always use it! ”

The girl listened to me praise Xingyuan's piano incoherently without saying a word, and a smile faintly appeared on the corner of her mouth. "It's a waste of my time to play the piano to a cow. Confess directly, why did you come to our college? ”

Taking advantage of the momentum of the talent, I angrily revealed my identity and purpose to the girl.

"Do you want to learn the violin? Ha ...... "Hearing my words, the girl smiled contemptuously.

"So what?" I asked rhetorically.

"Your fingers are too stiff to press the strings at all." The girl grabbed my right hand, squeezed it, and shook it off again.

"I didn't think about taking the exam or getting any results, I just wanted to finish the basic violin tutorial ...... Hörmann" Thinking of the violin tutorial that Xingyuan gave me, I couldn't help but feel sad.

"Oh? If so, it's not hard, I can teach you. The girl said seriously.

"Huh?" I looked at her in amazement, and for a moment I didn't know how to respond to her words.

"For the sake of the alumni, I'll give you a discount." With that, the girl took the violin out of my bag and returned it to me after taking a closer look. "The state is okay, I'll teach you how to tune and maintain it when it's time for class."

And so, before I could figure out the situation, the matter was settled. I didn't expect this domineering girl to be willing to deign to teach me the violin, and I didn't expect that she, who had never given me a good look, would become my best friend in the future.