In the tiered classroom, the pleasant piano music flowed slowly in the air like the warm sunshine in early winter, and spread into the corridor through the doors and windows.
It may be as gurgling as running water, with ups and downs, or as passionate as flame, warming people's hearts.
The teachers passing by stopped to listen for a moment, and then left quietly because they couldn't bear to disturb this beautiful scene.
Even the birds dozing in the sun on the branches tilted their ears as if listening.
The sky and the earth were spinning, the clouds were rolling and unrolling, and the sound of reading aloud came from a classroom not far away, or suddenly a few laughs could be heard.
But it doesn't feel abrupt.
Although it is early winter, it makes people feel as if they are in Shakespeare's Midsummer Night, falling asleep listening to the chirping of cicadas and with the stars in the sky as their pillow.
If it weren't for the refreshing cold wind blowing generously on my face, I would really feel like I was in a dream.
Yu Xinghe did not choose to stand on the podium in front of the classroom, but chose to stand in the middle aisle.
She tilted her head slightly, rested her chin on the cold piano, and frowned slightly.
There was a hint of sadness between his brows.
The white and slender fingers grasped the strings, and there were faint red marks on the fingertips left over from the accumulation of time.
The sunlight poured down, making her whole body hazy.
Another song is over.
Yu Xinghe did not continue, but put down the piano in his hand, let out a long breath, and his expression became relaxed.
I've been so busy lately that I didn't realize my hands are a little stiff after not practicing for a few days.
Fortunately, I have regained my feeling now.
On the forehead, the sweat was as thin as fog.
She raised her hand to wipe it and stretched.
The room was too stuffy, so she didn't close the door tightly when she came in, leaving it ajar.
Unexpectedly, the room was even hotter than she imagined.
This kind of immersive participation made her feel refreshed and in a great mood.
Even the unhappiness that had just been intercepted by those non-mainstream girls disappeared without a trace.
Or rather, she never took it to heart.
Walking to the classroom door, Yu Xinghe opened it a little to get some fresh air.
The cold wind rushed in, blowing the beige curtains next to it like birds wanting to take off.
She subconsciously shrank back from the door and closed it halfway.
"Hiss, it's so cold."
My mind became clear in an instant.
When I turned around to go in, my sight was suddenly drawn to someone.
He was holding a thick exercise book, walking slowly past the door like a bright and sunny moon, and happened to stick his head out to look inside curiously.
When he looked up, he happened to meet Yu Xinghe's sight.
After a brief pause of one second, a gentle smile blossomed like peach blossoms in early spring.
The boy shook the exercise book in his hand upwards and held it with one hand.
The other hand was stretched out and waved towards Yu Xinghe.
"Hey, it's you."
The intimate tone made it clear that they were acquaintances.
Yu Xinghe raised his eyes and smiled politely.
"Senior Fang Xun."
I didn't expect to see him here.
It has been some time since they started preparing for the modeling competition, and the relationship between the two has become much more familiar than it was at the beginning.
Sometimes we can even joke around like friends.
However, Yu Xinghe always maintained a polite distance towards him, which made Fang Xun think that she was a cold and arrogant academic master.
Until I saw her with her junior high school classmate.
She is so gentle and tender, how can she look cold at all?
After the final draft of the thesis was shown to the tutor, the two of them devoted themselves to their studies, and it seemed that their relationship had returned to its previous state of neither close nor distant.
This school girl is not simple.
The junior high school girl is still cuter, soft and chubby, and when she smiles she looks like a simple little white rabbit.
Fang Xun thought.
He found it incredible that these two people could become good friends.
But he doesn't like to care about other people's affairs.
"Was it you who played the violin just now?"
Fang Xun leaned sideways and glanced into the classroom.
Empty.
I think the heavenly music I just heard came from the person in front of me.
This made him appreciate her even more.
I didn't expect her to be so secretive.
Yu Xinghe nodded without hesitation, wrapped his clothes tighter, and moved aside to make way.
"Want to come in?"
In the middle of winter, who would be so stupid as to stand at the door and chat?
"……good."
Fang Xun wanted to refuse, but changed his mind when the words came to his lips.
He had just returned from a student union meeting and was on his way to deliver the homework books to the class.
However, since everyone else has said so, wouldn't it be very rude for him to just walk away?
So, Fang Xun walked in without hesitation, holding the homework book in his hand, with his eyebrows and eyes curved like the bright moon in the sky.
On the contrary, Yu Xinghe was not as relaxed as him.
She was just being polite, so how did he actually come in? !
There was no one else in the lecture hall. If other students saw them "alone" in there, they wouldn't know what to think!
Oh, it’s troublesome just thinking about it!
Seeing that Fang Xun had no intention of leaving, Yu Xinghe hesitated for a long time and finally closed the classroom door.
This shouldn't attract much attention, right?
At worst, we can just wait for them to leave one after another.
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