I am straight!

Although he is not a violin major, he knows how to play the violin. If it is a simple piece, he can play it proficiently.

And the unknown professor didn't care about Ann, who took the violin as an elective course. He just put Ann and I into a group and asked me to teach him by the way.

I didn't mind, but Ann clearly dismissed it.

"I just need to understand the rhythm of various musical instruments and the appropriate melody and timbre. Others are not important at all... There is no point in taking this kind of class, and I won't come in the future."

"Oh, by the way, you are a student of the Composition Department...Actually, you don't care if you graduate, right, but if you are selected as an outstanding graduate, you will be recommended to the famous Writers Association, don't you care? "

"What's there to care about," An said with narrowed eyes, "it's just a group of self-righteous deaf people who think they are noble and gather together to listen to music."

"..." The deaf people listen to music... Are you mocking them for not being able to understand music at all?This metaphor really fits An's character.

"I have classes tomorrow morning and afternoon, so I want a lunch box."

"Well, I see," I nodded, "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"Ah, this kind of answer is the most annoying." I was distressed, and decided to look through the recipes to find out what was what.

Only the two of us were chatting in the piano room, and the other students who were divided into groups were practicing in other piano rooms, and we could vaguely hear the vivid sound of the violin.

"You don't practice?" Ann asked me.

"Then what do you want to hear?" I grabbed the violin in the piano room, looked at it carefully, and said hello.

"...that mermaid song."

"Do you really like that song?" I asked him curiously, "Why?"

An glared at me: "Just pull it for me!"

"...Cut." Although I didn't get an answer, I still played the violin obediently - as the first time I played the violin with my left hand after recovering... I was still a little excited.

Well, it's exciting.

Even the fingers holding the violin were shaking.

calm down!

I took a deep breath and pulled out the first syllable.

It's great, although I was always nervous, but when the music started, I completely calmed down in an instant.

No matter what kind of dissatisfaction, confusion, anger, or sadness, when you touch my violin, it will be completely disintegrated. The beautiful sound of the violin will make me feel that my life is filled and my soul is healed.

I love playing the violin, and I love the smile on the face of the person listening to me when all my heart is poured into it.

I'm not a saint, I always want someone to enjoy my music.

When everyone who listens to my violin feels satisfied, warm, and slightly healed... that is my biggest dream.

Well...Of course, it would be better if I could tell the person who will be by my side for the rest of my life.

I watched the expression on Ann's face.

Compared to just now, she was more relaxed, and her emerald eyes seemed to be flowing with water, blinking slightly, like the passing of time - long and beautiful.

If there are any girls here, they will definitely be fascinated by this guy - even I am a little dumbfounded.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and smelled the warm sunshine in the air... It was the smell of the soft wool carpet being warmed by the sun.

Such a gentle taste... will make people's hearts soft.

call……

I finally finished playing a piece, put down the piano, and asked Ann: "How is it? Compared with last time, is it much better?"

Ann nodded: "Last time I even pulled the rhythm wrong... But this time it's really good... Sorry, I don't know how to say good things."

"...I used an unfamiliar hand last time." I showed him my left hand innocently: "I'm left-handed."

An glared at me: "You usually use your right hand."

"You have to grasp it with both hands." I asked curiously: "Can you show me the song you wrote? I want to try and pull it out-I always feel that there will be a surprise."

"No," An flatly refused: "Don't even think about it."

"Why are you hiding it..."

"...Such a song is not suitable for you," An said with a frown, "it's more depressing."

"Huh?" Is the song suitable or not?

... Forget it, it must be very strange if the depressive tune is cheered up.

"If there is a chance in the future... I will let you play my composition." Ann said.

I laughed and touched Ann's head: "That would be the best... I really want to know what kind of song An will make... It must be as beautiful as you."

Ann blushed and glared at me.

Having said that, Ann's skin is really thin, and she often blushes when she is talking to me.

But it's also cute.

After class, I took Ann to the tram back to the dormitory.

The driver of the tram is... huh?A tube?

"...Why are you here..." I looked at him darkly: "Have you been driving the tram for us all this time?"

Ah Guan looked at me blankly: "Only...morning...evening..."

"...I understand, you keep driving..." I blacked out, a little uncomfortable with the tone and rhythm of his speech, so I had to retreat... But then I saw a very scary scene: "Hey, hello, just let me go Is it really okay for a monkey to drive a tram!?"

I saw the little golden-haired monkey named Harry holding the steering wheel, concentrating on the road ahead, and pressing the horn from time to time...it was so energetic.

"It's okay...it's okay...Harry is smart..."

"It's not a question of being smart or not, you hurry up and hold the steering wheel for me, damn it!"

"Don't... worry, it knows how to steer... it won't hit it... probably?"

"It's about your size, hurry up and grab the steering wheel for me, damn it!"

"Oh……"

"Oh, you are so big, you should hurry up!!!"

Ah Guan slowly grabbed the steering wheel.

"... Hey, keep your monkey off the accelerator!!!"

"so troublesome……"

"... Is it troublesome to be responsible for our lives?"

I'm full of guts.

The monkey probably sensed my doubts about its driving skills, bared its teeth angrily and neighed at me, its golden hair was blown up, it looked very... cute.

Well, it's not cruel at all, even if it's blown up, it's a small ball, almost enough to hold in the palm of your hand.

I stretched out my hand to touch his frizzy hair, it was angry, and scratched me bitterly - probably because it is more psychic, and I know the severity, but there are only red marks, no skin bleeding.

But it still hurts.

I thought about it, and took out a handful of salted peanuts from my pocket. I finally took out a handful of salted peanuts—boiled two days ago for others to eat as snacks.

The little monkey stared greedily at the thing in my hand, and I tried my best to make a kind expression to lure him into taking the bait.

It stared at the round eyes for a long while, stretched out its claws, grabbed one, hid beside Ah Guan, peeled it and swallowed it, and then looked at me... the peanut in my hand.

I laughed, stepped back and handed one over.

It ran over, grabbed and peeled off the shell, stuffed the peanuts into its mouth, chewed and swallowed it, its round eyes narrowed into slits, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

I took another step back and handed out another one.

It wasn't until I finally lured it into the car and stopped wandering around the driver that I picked it up and rubbed it in my arms.

The guy's hair is fine and smooth, and it's smooth.

Harry was bribed by my salted peanuts, he squatted in my arms and ate peanuts obediently without struggling.

Ann seemed curious too, but he didn't seem to get close to the little monkey's body, he just glanced at it, then turned his head and continued to look at the street scene outside the window.

Harry probably enjoyed me tickling it very much, raised his chin to let me scratch its chest, and then offered to stick my fingers.This behavior is a bit like a well-raised cat, which will take the initiative to lean over to seek petting, which is like a coquettish behavior.

I laughed, helped him scratch his chest, and helped him pick out the fine grains of sand on his body. He was so happy that he rolled on my knees and fiddled with the buttons of my school uniform.

...Oh, so cute!

It finally squatted on my shoulder and became interested in Ann. It tilted its head to look at Ann's hair—it probably was very interested in the smooth black hair like black jade—it didn't look like mine, and it never would. The way to smooth it out is always a pinch.

It curiously reached out to reach for it—but it was glared at bitterly by An. It was not afraid, but even more excited... This little guy probably likes to tease people, the angrier they are, the happier it is.

"Hold it away!" An got angry after the little monkey tried to pull his hair several times, and sat down in disgust.

"Harry just wants to play with you, there is no malice." I tried my best to persuade the one-sided conflict between these two guys.

"Whether it's malicious or not, let it stay away from me." An frowned, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

"...You seem to be really hated..." I looked at the little Harry who was a little depressed - I guess this kid also knew that he was hated, and was a little sad.

I had to quickly take out the salted peanuts to coax it.

It snorted twice, accepted my kindness, hugged my waist, curled up my fingers with its long tail, and took my hand to put on it—meaning to scratch, to comfort, to be comfortable .

Huh, okay, okay, just tickle you.

I tickled it, and it hummed comfortably, then lowered its head to eat peanuts.

When I got out of the car, I told Ah Guan first, and then I left. The little monkey stood behind the window glass and waved to me, and then jumped up and down.