[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how happy the journey is, there must be an end.They ended up spending another two days at the beach before heading back to school.We broke up downstairs in the dormitory and then made an appointment the next day before continuing to go to the piano room together.

When I said goodbye to Yu Wenzhou and walked back, Huang Shaotian was still touched by his spirit of continuing to study after returning, but when he woke up from his very unreal dream the next day and opened his eyes He looked at the time on his phone, rolled around on the bed annoyed, and buried his face in the pillow in frustration—the alarm clock that was on before rang three times and didn’t wake him up. Isn’t that cheating? !

But fortunately, it’s not too outrageous that this time is later than usual, it’s just that it’s too late to have breakfast with Yu Wenzhou, and if Yu Wenzhou hasn’t overslept like him, he’s probably already finished his breakfast... He just needs to move a little faster On time, I can go to the piano room to meet him on time.

While putting the T-shirt on his head, he freed his left hand to send a text message to Yu Wenzhou to explain, and then he looked down for his slippers and prepared to rush to wash his face and brush his teeth. The actions were carried out together without delaying each other.

And Yu Wenzhou did not oversleep, he waited for a while to see that Huang Shaotian did not come, thinking that he also overslept, so he ate breakfast by himself first, and planned to go to the piano room to get the keys first.As a result, while walking on the road, he received a text message from Huang Shaotian.

"I'm sorry, Wenzhou, I didn't hear the alarm clock. Before I woke up, I was still dreaming. I actually dreamed that someone gave me a piano and asked me to choose between Guarneri and Stradivari. Happiness came so suddenly, it was almost forced I was about to commit a choice phobia, but it made me worry, only to find out after waking up——I was thinking too much.”

"Wait, I mean I'm late, you don't have to wait for me to go first, I haven't recovered from this sad dream... But if it were you, who would you choose... Ah, no, I'll just pack up I'll find you in a while, see you later."

Yu Wenzhou looked at the message and laughed, he could imagine that Huang Shaotian rubbed his nose and said angrily that this dream was such a donkey, I made me entangled for nothing, he just wanted to reply that he knew, but he walked to the piano room building Below, I saw that the door of the building was locked.

He was only stunned for a moment, and then looked at the LED screen above. Sure enough, the Qinfang Building will be closed for one or two days every long holiday for maintenance and cleaning. It should have been notified a few days ago, but they just a few days ago I'm not at school, and I didn't pass by here when I went back to school yesterday, so I don't know about this arrangement.

So he cleared the text message he edited to reply to Huang Shaotian, and made a direct call.

"Shaotian? Have you come out of the dormitory?"

"Not yet. I'm still looking for my piano room card... What's wrong?"

"The Qinfang Building is not open today."

"It's not open? Why isn't it open—oh, it's closed for cleaning today, isn't it? So it's today and we didn't notice it before, so what should we do?" Hearing what he said, Huang Shaotian didn't even look for it, and sat down by the bed to get it. He picked up the cup, took a breath and drank half a glass of water, "Could it be possible to continue the holiday today? If I take another holiday, I will be burned to death by the little pleasure-seeking guilt in my heart..."

The person on the phone laughed and pondered for a while, before Yu Wenzhou replied, "Then what do you want to eat? I'll go find you. There aren't many people in the dormitory right now, so you can practice in the dormitory, right?"

Huang Shaotian was stunned for a moment, thinking that this was also a solution, and then he felt the beauty of life—although in reality he couldn't make a chic and tangled choice between Guarneri and Stradivari, but someone helped him bring Breakfast!That alone is pretty good.But he didn't want to show it too obviously because of his face, so he coughed and replied solemnly: "I like whatever you bring, ah, if you can, bring me a... a ham sandwich from the cafeteria on the first floor?"

Over there, Yu Wenzhou smiled and said hello, and then disconnected the line.

Huang Shaotian opened the curtains and opened all the windows. Their dormitory faces the shade. The sun is not too strong at the moment, but today is still a good day. He stretched towards the window, just wanting to sigh that life is a bit beautiful , Just remembered one thing - he forgot to tell Yu Wenzhou that he didn't want the tomato in the sandwich.

There were not many people staying in the school during the summer vacation, so Huang Shaotian simply opened the door to make the room more ventilated and cool. Yu Wenzhou knew which room he lived in before, and he arrived in a short while. He stood at the door and knocked on the door symbolically. Huang Shaotian, who was throwing Xu Jingxi's pot of undead cactus on the balcony, turned around and greeted him with a smile: "Come in, why are you knocking on the door? Wait a minute, I'll throw this thing out to dry." a little while."

Yu Wenzhou looked at the cactus in the flowerpot, looking sickly and lifeless, and asked him, "You raised it?"

"No, the one raised by my roommate will be left to me if there is no holiday, but I seem to... water it too much, you can see that it seems a little unhappy... I'd better throw it out to fend for itself and save it every time I like to pour the remaining water in the cup, Xu Jingxi should beat me up when he comes back, but he was not much better when he was raised..." Then he pushed open the door and put the flower pot on the balcony, separated by a floor He saw that Yu Wenzhou was still standing there, and beckoned to him again: "Come in and sit, what are you doing standing there?"

So in the end, Huang Shaotian gave up his table to Yu Wenzhou. He sat on the bed and ate his sandwich. At the same time, he was very relieved to find that probably because he did everything together recently. Yu Wenzhou carefully remembered that his sandwiches don’t use tomatoes. .

Their building was newly built later. Although it is a room for four people, it is very spacious. There is still plenty of space after the bed and table are arranged. There is a music stand behind the door, which is empty and probably not used much.The windows in the room are bright and clean, and the remaining beds are temporarily vacant because people have left. The bookshelves on the table are also very tidy, and it can be seen that they are often tidied up.The bookshelves are neatly arranged with their professional textbooks and music scores according to the year, and there is a whole set of biographies of musicians on the bottom layer, and they probably haven't seen it many times to see how new it is.And Huang Shaotian's piano box was leaning against the bed, it seemed that he was really ready to go out just now.

Huang Shaotian quickly finished his breakfast, while Yu Wenzhou had already started reading. The books he brought and the blank staves were spread out on the table. Huang Shaotian looked at his serious expression, thought for a while and asked casually: "Hello... ...Wenzhou, are you still not going to tell me what you are going to write?"

Yu Wenzhou raised his head, looked at Huang Shaotian with expectant eyes, and nodded unmoved: "Yeah."

"Really don't you tell me? You just say a song based on you and then ignore me! How the hell is it based on? You can at least say a few more words, and I can start to design how to play it now. Look how it is. It's a good deal..." Huang Shaotian once again realized that he was moving with emotion and reasoning, gesticulating with him seriously.

Ever since Yu Wenzhou told him at the beach that he wanted to use him as the blueprint to write the repertoire for this competition, after that inexplicable feeling of emotion, Huang Shaotian began to wonder how Yu Wenzhou would write, express, and use what musical form to write what tune. He has a little bit of his own guess but is not sure about everything. He is very curious, but Yu Wenzhou refuses to say more after that one sentence. No matter how he phrases or coerces him, he can only exchange one sentence: " You'll know when you're done writing."

Later, at the seaside, they also participated in a bonfire party held by some students who also came out to play during the summer vacation. Because they were about the same age, they talked very quickly. Foam sprayed everywhere.Someone brought a guitar, simple chords with the sound of the waves and the crackling of the fire, and everyone hummed the lyrics that might not be so accurate.Huang Shaotian lay on his back on the beach with his arms pillowed, some beer cans piled up by his hand, and he also drank a lot.Yu Wenzhou sat next to him, and they didn't bring their pianos or notebooks with them when they came out this time, so it was a rare leisure time.

In the end, a lot of people were drunk, and the sound of the conversation, the guitar, and the singing gradually stopped, and Huang Shaotian almost fell asleep lying there, and no one knew who put the guitar on their side.Huang Shaotian raised his arms and turned over, seeing Yu Wenzhou took the guitar, he asked him curiously: "Hey Wenzhou, can you play it?"

Yu Wenzhou also drank some beer, not much but neither of them was very good at drinking, his face was a little redder than usual, but his eyes were still clear, he smiled at Huang Shaotian, and replied: "A little bit."

Huang Shaotian himself likes the guitar as an instrument, and thinks it is great that it can use the simplest chords to match a very beautiful melody, and it is also close to the people and popular enough.When he was in the attached middle school, many classmates and seniors imitated the characters on TV, and sang with their guitars to confess their love to those they liked. Huang Shaotian didn't pay much attention to this, he just thought that it was also a stringed instrument, and the guitar was much closer than the violin. And many, have also learned some superficial.

It is indeed easy to get started with the guitar because of the basics. After memorizing fingerings and chords in a few days, he can also play some popular songs, but this kind of practice did not last-because the thickness and amplitude of the strings are completely different. Because of the guitar practice, the degree of calluses on the four fingers of his left hand has changed a lot, and too thick calluses have a great impact on the vibrato effect of the violin.Naturally, he could clearly distinguish the priorities, so the matter was put on hold.

His feeling about the guitar has always been a little regretful but it doesn't matter, but seeing Yu Wenzhou pick up the guitar, he felt a little novel.He leaned sideways and propped himself up with his arms, and looked at Yu Wenzhou expectantly with an attitude of listening attentively. He knew that Yu Wenzhou's "knowledge a little" must be far more than "a little".

First he strummed a few strings with his right hand, Yu Wenzhou frowned as if he was thinking about something, and then pressed the first chord with his left hand.

At that time, the crowd was no longer so noisy, there were occasional conversations and laughter, but Huang Shaotian seemed to only hear this unknown piece played by the person in front of him.Yu Wenzhou faced him, with his back to the light of the bonfire, but he did not completely block it. The bright yellow light formed a blurred background behind him. Chord switching.He has always felt that Yu Wenzhou has a pair of beautiful hands, that is, a pair of hands that are naturally suitable for playing musical instruments, no matter what kind of musical instrument they are, they all look equally pleasing to the eye.But now he is proficiently changing the grades and chords, the unique clean melody of the guitar comes out of the resonance box, the tune is very beautiful, judging from the rhythm, maybe this should be a song, but Yu Wenzhou did not open his mouth to sing the matching lyrics , he just lowered his head, swept the strings with his right hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, Huang Shaotian felt that he really wanted a video camera, he wanted to record these beautiful moments, every moment about Yu Wenzhou that made people feel so inexplicably moving.

After everyone broke up, they walked from the beach to the lodging together. Huang Shaotian felt that he hadn't drunk too much and his mind was very clear. At this time, everything was quiet, and it was very suitable to inquire about Yu Wenzhou's tone again.He raised his elbow to touch Yu Wenzhou, and asked him, "Are you really going to tell me how to write the song?"

Yu Wenzhou stopped and looked at him. Huang Shaotian's eyes were bright. When he saw him looking over, he specially adjusted the expression on his face to make himself look more sincere. He saw all these small movements, so he smiled. Ask: "Shaotian, is that why you want to know?"

"Yes, yes, I really want to know. You can see that I am asking so sincerely." Huang Shaotian replied eagerly.

The corner of Yu Wenzhou's mouth twitched into an inexplicable smile. He drew out the tone and replied, "If you want to know...can you guess?"

There was a moment of silence for a second or two. Huang Shaotian felt chilled by this answer. Fortunately, he thought that Yu Wenzhou would definitely answer him this time. He decided to remember it well. When this guy smiles like this in the future, nothing good will happen. Son.

And that interrogation ended with him chasing Yu Wenzhou from the beach all the way back to the hotel, and finally caught him when he was picking out the key at the door of the room, but because the key was with Yu Wenzhou, he was forced to let go, and the two reached an agreement. settled off-site.But Huang Shaotian didn't stop there, and asked from time to time, although the more he asked, the less he cared about the answer, just like now, although Yu Wenzhou still didn't say anything, but he felt that he had seen this guy's nonchalant whitewashing trick again, and he could Not too bad.

So he stood up and was going to practice with the piano, but halfway he remembered something and turned back. Yu Wenzhou sat on the chair and watched him come over and raised his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Find you something I wanted to bring to you last time but always forgot..." Huang Shaotian opened the drawer of the desk and found a box. Seeing that the packaging was probably something like candy, he opened the box and handed it to the Yu Wenzhou, "Take it casually, don't you think this is very interesting?"

Inside is chocolate wrapped in a layer of tin foil, and there is no special shape, but if you look closely, you will find that although the colors of the candy wrappers are different, they all have the portrait of the same person printed on them-Mozart.

Yu Wenzhou picked up one with a smile: "Do you still like collecting these?"

"No, I don't like sweets. The last time Boss Wei brought them back from abroad, he didn't like them, so he gave them to me. I sent them to my classmates, but in the end, it was said that they didn't eat them much. They said they felt torn apart. This wrapping paper is like desecrating the idol in my heart—" Huang Shaotian just finished speaking, and saw that Yu Wenzhou had already skillfully removed the outer layer of packaging and was delivering the chocolate to his mouth. He stopped when he heard this. After a while, the eyes of the two people fell on the folded Mozart candy paper in Yu Wenzhou's hand in unison. The nose, which is said to have been used to play the piano, is all wrinkled.

Huang Shaotian was stunned for a moment and finally couldn't hold back his laughter: "I finally found someone who reacted like me hahahaha you don't know their expression when they saw me tearing up the candy paper! Hahahaha I praise you, Wenzhou!" He patted Yu Wenzhou on the shoulder with such strength and enthusiasm that he had found a bosom friend and would be a life-and-death friend from now on—although in fact all he did just now was to remove a candy wrapper and eat a piece of chocolate.

Yu Wenzhou looked at his watch, and grabbed his hand on his shoulder: "It's time for your usual practice, go to practice. Or do you want me to help you stick this candy paper on the music stand, so that you can feel Take a look at the supervisor's gaze..."

"I appreciate the kindness! It's enough for you to look at me, so don't bother the old man—" As they spoke, the two looked at the portraits on the other candies in the box, and couldn't help laughing again.

Then Huang Shaotian started his daily practice, and Yu Wenzhou also started to read his own book, take notes and sort out the materials.

Yu Wenzhou has always liked to write without stopping, so there are often many things that need to be revised in the later stage.Wanting to write a song based on Huang Shaotian can't be said to be a temporary idea, since they met, the impression this person gave him, his performance, his changes, the surprises he always brings from time to time... For a person The feelings and common memories cannot be achieved overnight, and the same is true for creation. He has never tried to create such a single-themed track before. First, there is no particular person he wants to pay attention to. Also not proficient.

But Huang Shaotian was probably a special case. From the time when the teacher introduced him to cooperate, the follow-up direction brought about by every time they got along with each other was far beyond what he could have expected before.He is very popular and has a lot of friends. Everyone often thinks of him when there is anything in the club in the class, but most of those relationships are only casual acquaintances, and they are not willing to communicate too deeply.And even before that, the teacher helped him to contact the students who cooperated with him. He only thought that this would be another friend who would get along with each other politely until the cooperation ended as before, and he didn't have too much expectation because of this.

But the facts proved that this is not the case. After getting along for a long time, the two of them, in Huang Shaotian's words, "like to get together if they have nothing to do". After staying together for a long time, he always has the feeling that he has known this person for a long time. illusion.

Huang Shaotian is undoubtedly a friend with whom he can get along very well in all aspects. Once the two of them were joking, Huang Shaotian said that he felt that getting to know him in this cooperation was very worthwhile, and it was almost the biggest gain in the past six months. He did not wait for him to express his opinion. He continued: "However, your biggest achievement in Wenzhou can't be like mine. By the end of the year, you must conclude that your biggest achievement this year is to win this competition!"

This is undoubtedly a very good wish, but Yu Wenzhou is somewhat noncommittal.Perhaps in the eyes of others, this will be a competition that can determine his fate. Once he breaks through and wins the prize, he will be able to get the key to the most advanced music school. From then on, he will have access to the oldest and most With professional music education and the guidance of world-class masters, he will be able to write more excellent pieces in the future and become a new generation of composers who attract attention...

He has heard and thought about all of these, and of course he never denies that he is very eager to win the prize, but he has never thought that this competition can determine his own destiny even for a second .

This profession has a unique and elegant beauty and is attractive, but no one can deny that such high-spirited beauty hides more cruelty. In the long history of music, there have been many unsuccessful musicians. With those notes and melodies that have never been appreciated in life, crochet foreshadowing has become a throne for a few recognized people.The road to go up is also full of thorns, which can pierce people's blood at any time.And there are many of them, and their works can only be appreciated by the public only after a hundred years, but these honors can only become posthumous honors. A little bit of consolation.

After reading the biographies of those deceased famous masters, he could no longer understand these reasons. He knew from the beginning that the path he chose was not easy at all. He was talented, but there are so many talented people in this world. Too much; he works hard, but in fact most of the time it's not hard work that brings the desired results.

He wrote an assignment assigned by a teacher before, and the proposition was selected from the work "The Road Not Taken" by an American poet. Most of the assignments handed in at that time used adagio or adagio, and at the same time used the timbre of the treble part of the violin To express regret and remorse for the road that was not taken.But at that time, he wrote a cello solo, aiming to use a deeper and more powerful voice to express the state of mind that after making a different choice, he went forward and never regretted it.

But the whole class of that homework was only judged as a pass. In the later homework evaluation, his homework was singled out and said that it was either written from the opposite direction or innovative. It's not that they should regret or not regret what they chose, but that they should realize that the most frustrating and frustrating thing is the choice itself.

He chose to become a composer, he chose to participate in this competition, so he chose to cooperate with Huang Shaotian, and because of this, he decided to write a piece based on him. These are all his own choices Maybe if he had made another choice in a certain link before, they would not practice together to fight for a goal like this today... But no matter how important these are, they are still nothing more than just his life. One of the countless choices he has and will have, if he tries hard in the future but fails to achieve what he wants, he thinks he will probably feel regretful, but he will not feel regretful.

What Huang Shaotian said is not entirely correct, his greatest achievement may really be the same as his.In the process, I encountered a more surprising existence than the result that has not yet been peeped.After all, there are too many people who may give up at any time after walking down this road. He knows he won't, and he also knows that Huang Shaotian definitely won't either.Or maybe from a certain point of view, he wants to write this song about Huang Shaotian, but in fact, in some aspects, he also wants to write about himself.

He has never met a friend who is in harmony with him so far.He is not a person who likes to dream, he is used to taking every step down-to-earth before looking forward.But at this point, he would feel abnormal expectations, looking forward to what kind of performer Huang Shaotian will become in the future, and what kind of works his future self will create.

It may be like what Huang Shaotian added later, "But it doesn't matter even if you don't get the first prize. It's just a competition. I think you are so good. Even if you don't have the bonus of this competition to apply for that school, you must still be a winner." You will be admitted. Or you may not be admitted, but it is not only by going there to study that you can become a good composer. There are so many paths, and you don’t have to choose this one.”

At that time, they were sitting on the steps of the piano room and gnawed apples together. They couldn’t eat in the piano room and had to take it outside. Although it was a holiday and no one checked it, it was not so easy to change the habit.The two sat side by side, the afternoon sun shone in from the window in the corridor, reflecting warmth on people's bodies, Yu Wenzhou appreciated his affection, and responded cooperatively, and then Huang Shaotian said, "But I don't mind at all. I don’t doubt the possibility that you will become a particularly great composer in the future! Master Yu will become famous and publish the score, remember to leave a signed version for me, you must remember it, wait for me to frame it and hang it in the frame... ..."

Yu Wenzhou nodded cooperatively again, glanced at the notebook on the stairs where the two of them left the two apples left, and said, "Actually, I signed it for you a long time ago, isn't it right here?" Pointing to Huang Shaotian's notebook with his graffiti on it, Huang Shaotian glanced at it and laughed, just now he said he wanted to frame it, and now he uses it as a backing board, sincerity?

Although they are all small things, but when I think about them from time to time, they are all fragments that can be remembered for a long time and that I feel happy when I think about them.

He raised his eyes and looked at Huang Shaotian, he was not playing the violin at the moment, he took a pencil to draw on the music score, which should be marking the fingering and bow movement symbols he was used to, the violin and bow were held in his left hand, from this Looking at it from a different angle, he frowned and bit his lips, as if he was a little entangled in this paragraph, his expression was serious and serious which was definitely rare when he was not practicing the piano.

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to write notes, but Huang Shaotian turned his head and looked at him as if he had just felt his gaze, and saw the profile of him lowering his head and writing something seriously, and the whole person was caged outside the window to shine in In the little sunlight, the outline looked soft and gentle, he smiled to himself, and went to rectify the not so smooth bow again.

Time always passed quickly when doing something seriously, and when it was almost time to eat, Huang Shaotian closed the score in front of him, but he hadn't put away the piano yet.Seeing that he had stopped, Yu Wenzhou also started tidying up his things, thinking that he was about to go to lunch.Huang Shaotian waved his hand to signal him to sit down, then pulled a stool and sat down next to Yu Wenzhou, panting and said, "I'm so exhausted that my legs hurt from standing, you said it doesn't hurt to play outside all day and stand all morning." It’s hard to be born in sorrow and die in peace, so you can’t relax... I’ll play another song for you, and then we’ll go eat.”

Yu Wenzhou made a gesture of invitation, Huang Shaotian unscrewed the bow a little, and then began to play.

Originally thought that he was going to show off to himself the results of the bowing etude that he revised in the morning, but he didn't expect Huang Shaotian to play "Meditation". This piece is not difficult in terms of technique, but it is difficult to play it well. not simple.

Huang Shaotian has never been good at such lyrical works that express mellow and long feelings. In fact, in many cases, it is not that the faster the piece is, the better the level of the performer is. The fast piece requires the cooperation of the left hand and the right hand with high precision and speed. , requires high-intensity practice, but a lyrical piece requires less speed for the left hand, but it also makes the intonation problem more prominent, and at the same time it also puts a very big test on the bow-holding ability of the right hand.

There is a huge difference between being able to play this piece of music and playing this piece of music well.

Of course, Huang Shaotian can play this piece smoothly and melodiously from the beginning to the end, which is not difficult for him at all. Yu Wenzhou tilted his head to look at him, while Huang Shaotian lowered his eyes, unable to tell whether he was looking at the strings or He simply closed his eyes, he didn't really understand why Huang Shaotian chose to play this song at this time, what was he thinking about in broad daylight.

The piece is not long, and he skillfully shifted to the position of the last overtone, and the decrescendo notes gradually stopped in the slowly moving upward bow.Huang Shaotian put down the piano and turned to smile at him, leaning over to get the case and ready to put the piano on.

Yu Wenzhou kind of wanted to ask you what you were thinking about in this meditation. He didn't catch it at all just now. He thought he would tell him himself after he finished playing, but Huang Shaotian's speed of picking up the piano didn't seem like he planned to talk to him. What.So they packed up their things and went out. When the door of the dormitory was locked, the smile on Huang Shaotian's face couldn't hold back any longer. He asked Yu Wenzhou while taking the key: "Do you want to know why I played this song just now or thought about it?" Don't want to know what I was thinking just now?"

He locked the door while talking, and looked at Yu Wenzhou leisurely.

Judging from his expression, Yu Wenzhou seemed to have thought of something, but he still responded cooperatively: "I want to know."

And as expected, Huang Shaotian blinked triumphantly: "Hahaha, guess what?" Before he could answer, he continued, "Or let's exchange, you tell me what you plan to write, and I'll tell you too." What were you and I thinking just now? You think it's a good deal, right?"

Here again, Yu Wenzhou thought, the two walked forward together, he replied with a smile: "It's not worth it, because I know what you're thinking even without guessing."

Huang Shaotian was walking half a step ahead of him, and when he heard him say that and stared at him with wide eyes, Yu Wenzhou continued: "You must be thinking about which cafeteria to eat at noon..."

Seeing the corners of Huang Shaotian's mouth twitch, he held back his smile and continued: "And I heard that the spicy hot pot in the third cafeteria is also open today, I guess you are probably thinking about that..."

Huang Shaotian, who was completely guessed right, took a few strides forward, humming, "Okay, okay, you won again... But I was really thinking seriously just now, Boss Wei taught me that as long as it is serious and deep thinking and entanglement, I can successfully perform meditation."

He said it with confidence and confidence, and it was completely impossible to see that he was actually making up nonsense.

Yu Wenzhou laughed, he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but Huang Shaotian walked faster than him, he stretched out his hand but didn't touch it, at this time Huang Shaotian suddenly stopped, turned to him and asked, "But that day, did you The guitar piece I played, it should be a song, right? What's the name? I kept forgetting to ask... the melody is very nice."

The corridor of the dormitory is very long, and the windows are only at the ends of both sides of the corridor. They stand in the middle of the corridor, and the light is very dark.Huang Shaotian was facing him sideways, the light from the window at the end of the corridor far behind him was not enough to illuminate the entire floor, but his eyes were still bright, and he turned to look at him with a serious but somewhat serious expression. Unwilling to be so easily guessed by him just now, the whole person seems much more lively than the hard-thinking look just now.

He took a step forward to be side by side with him, then pulled him forward casually, and replied, "Well, it's a song."

"What's your name? Why don't you sing together? I think your singing should be pretty good. Next time you have a chance, give me a section?" Huang Shaotian quickly rekindled a new hobby with perseverance.

Yu Wenzhou glanced at him with a smile, but didn't answer. The darkness in the corridor spread thickly behind him, but it seemed insignificant because of the light in his eyes.

In the end, he just answered the name of the song: "It's called "I will follow you into the dark"."

And at this time they just reached the stairs, the glass windows leaked sunlight in, shining a bright warmth on the stairs, Huang Shaotian let out a long "oh", and decided to write it down and go back to listen to it.Then I remembered another thing: "Hey, Wenzhou, how do you know that I want to drag you to eat spicy hot pot today? I obviously didn't tell you yesterday, but I still watched someone talk about it on the school BBS. How did you know that the hot pot restaurant has just opened?"

Yu Wenzhou spread his hands, and replied very calmly: "Because you put the coupons of the Xiangguo restaurant under the pen holder and drew them on the calendar..."