Treading snow to find mud

The sound of the piano remained the same, plucking his heartstrings again and again.

This is a song "Wind and Thunder".

That person seldom plays songs of lingering love and hate. Most of them are mighty, majestic and majestic large-scale repertoires. If he teaches children, he will pick out the simplest passages and recompile them. When the children want to hear him play At times, he could come up with such large-scale songs almost at his fingertips, like this song "Wind and Thunder", which is like driving a thousand horses, controlling five soldiers, cutting barren beetles, and beheading long whales.

"Feng Lei Yin" is not easy to play, because its rhythm is strange and abrupt, and the rhyme needs to be played again and again, running through to the end. But today, three years later, this song is clanging into his ears, like the shadow of thunder and the hair of the wind, he almost burst into tears when he heard it, because it means that the man's hand has fully recovered, and his piano The sound is still the same, and this coherent replay all shows the unimpeded strength of his hands and the calm but superb skills. I am afraid that after his recovery, he has put in a lot of effort to be able to play the piano again, so much so that today, three years later, Not only did his piano skills not regress, but he was even more astonished.

He stood outside the window and listened obsessively, and it was hard not to remember the first time he met that person. After three years and six months, he felt as if a century had passed.

When the sound of the strings disappeared completely, he outside the window couldn't help hesitating a bit.

In the past three years, he has not had a single contact with the person in the window. Is it good or bad to appear so suddenly?

But through the window, he saw the man's qin, which was obviously still his own qin, and the man had not changed the qin.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang suddenly, and he was no longer allowed to hesitate.

He quickly entered the classroom, took the hand of the man who was packing the piano box, and tried to remain calm and said, "Teacher Tang, please come with me to a place."

Tang Yao noticed it when he hurried in, but before he could react, his hand was held in the next moment, and then he heard the familiar voice that had been far away for three years.

The voice seemed to have changed slightly, but it remained largely the same.

"Teacher Tang, who is he?"

The children in the class had never seen anyone coming, so they couldn't help asking.

Tang Yao smiled and said, "It's a friend of the teacher, so the teacher left first."

Hearing what he said, the child accepted it, and said to Tang Yao, "Goodbye, Teacher Tang."

Tang Yao heard the visitor cover the piano box, and then pulled him out of the classroom. Tang Yao didn't refuse at all, and let him pull him until he went downstairs and got into the car. The visitor let go of his hand and bowed to him. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, I think someone will come to pick you up, but because I have to take you to that place, so..."

"It's okay." Tang Yao said quietly, the corners of his lips always had an arc, a very familiar arc: "It's okay, Chen Yi, just take me there."

As soon as his name was called out, and at the same time he heard such a defenseless sentence, Chen Yi's eyes became hot again, and he immediately turned his head, no longer looking at Tang Yao and the smile on his lips, but directly Look ahead, start the car, and drive away from the school.

Along the way, Tang Yao didn't ask Chen Yi about the past three years, and Chen Yi didn't know how to ask Tang Yao. The silence in the car was like the time and space between them. It seemed that no one knew the first sentence. What to say and where to start.