What do you call this? This is called a powerful alliance!

Such an outstanding female classmate, being with you means you'll definitely learn from each other and grow together.

Can you call it puppy love? It's called…it's called growing up together!

"..."

Lin Que was amazed by his mother's flexible set of moral standards.

"Alright, take your time and enjoy your imagination."

Lin Que stood up and threw the orange peel into the trash can.

"I'm going back to the studio. I still have a few papers to finish, and I'll be checking them tomorrow."

"Hey, why does this kid run off as soon as we start talking about serious matters?"

Wang Xiulian called from behind.

"Let's invite her over for dinner sometime! I'll make her braised pork!"

"Let's see how fate works."

Lin Que waved his hand, grabbed his schoolbag, and fled out the door as if escaping.

It was already completely dark outside, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Lin Que tightened his collar and walked towards SOHO Future City.

There was a damp, cold smell of smoke in the air; that's the true smell of Jiangcheng.

Compared to the suffocating enthusiasm at home, he now needs the quiet of the studio to clear his head.

Ye Xi's appearance was like an unexpected interlude, disrupting the originally peaceful rhythm.

But it did add a different touch to the otherwise dull second year of high school.

Mutual progress?

Lin Que recalled Ye Xi's rampage in the music room, and a smile crept onto his lips.

They've really made progress; they've even learned to smash the piano.

Pushing open the studio door, the room was pitch black.

Lin Que didn't turn on the main lights, but only turned on the ambient lights on the table.

The screen glowed softly, illuminating his slightly tired yet clear-headed face.

He tossed his backpack onto the sofa, sank into the ergonomic chair, and expertly turned on his computer.

The WeChat icon is flashing wildly in the bottom right corner.

Upon opening the message, I found it was all from "Beethoven on the run".

[Beethoven on the run]: [Images][Images][Images]

[Beethoven on the run]: This is what they call a welcome feast! It's all fish!

[Beethoven on the run]: That sea cucumber was like it was made of plastic, I couldn't even bite into it! I want to eat stir-fried water chestnuts with dried tofu! I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!

[Beethoven on the run]: [Crying][Crying][Crying]

[Beethoven on the run]: Minister Zheng kept talking to me about the tragic aspects of Beethoven's music, and I had to keep smiling. My face was getting stiff.

[Beethoven on the run]: Lin Que, you owe me a barbecue, no, two barbecues, I've written it down in my notebook!

Lin Que stared at the resentful text and emojis on the screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard.

[Muqi]: Be content, Teacher Ye. So many people would love to go to those kinds of events but can't. Have you eaten the pickled garlic?

[Beethoven on the run]: I didn't dare take it out, afraid that Minister Zheng would say it was a biological weapon. But holding it made me feel at ease.

A few seconds later, the other side sent another message, this time without any emojis, and the text was very long.

[Beethoven on the run]: Lin Que, to be honest, thank you.

[Beethoven on the run]: It's not to thank you for taking a bullet for me, nor is it to thank you for the meal.

[Beethoven on the run]: Thank you for making me feel that I'm not just a piano-playing machine. Eating at your house made me feel like a living, breathing person.

Although it was a pity I didn't get to have barbecue, that home-cooked meal was more delicious than any fancy meal I've ever had in Vienna.

[Beethoven on the run]: It's a pleasure to meet you.

Lin Que stared at those lines of text, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment.

He smiled and replied with two words.

【木欮】: Good night.

I exited the chat interface.

Lin Que put away his jumbled thoughts.

The city lights outside the window were dim, and the faint sound of an ambulance siren could be heard in the distance.

The hustle and bustle of the day intertwines with the tranquility of the night.

Ye Xi's catharsis in the music room, her satisfaction at the dinner table, her sincere gratitude during conversation...

Scenes flashed through his mind.

So, the real ferry service...

It's not just about traversing the wilderness, it's not just about an unfulfilled obsession.

It can also be a hot meal, or a word of understanding.

He took a deep breath

I opened the document titled "The Ferryman: The Finale".

The cursor blinks at the end of the document.

That was his carefully conceived ending, full of poetry and philosophical thought.

He pressed the delete button without hesitation.

The text disappeared like the receding tide, until the page was completely blank.

He created a new document and typed five words in the title bar.

The Ferryman: Final Chapter.

...