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Qin Yiyan finally agreed to teach singing, but he had a special request and wanted to teach Xie Huai alone first.Zheng Jiajia was very pleasantly surprised when she heard about it, so she quickly applied for a music class and asked them to meet on Friday night.

The work plan on Friday was evening class. After two hours of torture, Xie Huai was already hungry, so he went to the cafeteria to buy a box of pastries.When he wandered into the classroom, Qin Yiyan seemed to be already inside.

The melodious sound came from the closed classroom, which was the song rehearsed by the choir.

He can also play the piano?Xie Huai was stumbled by the sound of the piano, and his thoughts went blank.

"You're here." Zheng Jiajia stood at the door and said softly, "I'll tell you something first, don't bother him."

With a serious tone, Xie Huai followed her into the office solemnly.

Here, the sound of the piano next door could be faintly heard. Zheng Jiajia was concerned, and turned on the accompaniment of the Tibetan song, hoping to cover up the content of the conversation between the two.

"It's great, I finally found someone who dragged him out of the laboratory." She looked at Xie Huai with satisfaction, "Sure enough, I read correctly, you are a smart and brave child."

He hadn't heard anyone use these two words to evaluate himself for a long time, and he smiled embarrassedly: "Can you tell me something about him again? In return, I will try my best to help him untie his knot."

Zheng Jiajia nodded happily, and told a few more paragraphs about his experience.Qin Yiyan's undergraduate major is architecture, art, and engineering. When he was doing class design in his junior year, he drew amazing design drafts and won national awards.But after the accident at home, he never touched a paintbrush again, and instead applied for a graduate student in materials science.

These are two completely different fields, and he also struggled when he first came into contact with them.In addition, the subject was difficult and there were few references. In the first year of Ph.D., he locked himself in the laboratory almost every day, and fell into a coma several times due to hypoglycemia.

What's more, he is indifferent to his health and exudes pessimism and world-weariness.

Later, when life stabilized a bit, Zheng Jiajia persuaded him to become a counselor and get in touch with more different people.

However, when Xie Huai asked about the specific illness, she said in embarrassment that Qin Yiyan hadn't told herself the truth about many things, and he could only explore the remaining issues by himself.

After the brief conversation ended, the sound of the piano remained in the classroom.Xie Huai knocked on the door but there was no response, so he pushed the door open and went in.

A familiar figure sat in front of the piano.Unlike usual, Qin Yiyan didn't wear a black shirt from head to toe today, but changed into...a Tibetan robe.

The right side of the Tibetan robe is open, revealing the white shirt inside, which matches the deep wine red outer coat, and is dignified and dignified, like a festive costume.Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, he stopped the movement in his hand, and turned his head on the last note of the music.

The orange and white one-sided earrings drew a curve under the light, and the tassels fluttered, swaying to Xie Huai's eyes unexpectedly.

If Qin Yiyan, who usually wears a suit and leather shoes, gives off a calm and cool handsomeness, what he reveals at this moment is a graceful and luxurious exotic style.Although his eyes were somewhat gloomy, they still couldn't stop the wildness in his bones.

Xie Huai instantly wrote a small composition in his head, but he couldn't help but complain when he opened his mouth: "I'll let you teach me to sing a song, so I won't dress like this—"

Come to charm people?

"Isn't it possible?" He seemed in a good mood, and patiently explained, "I stopped by my hometown when I was on a business trip. This was hand-sewn by my adoptive mother. It's a pity that I don't have a chance to wear it at work."

When it came to family matters, Xie Huai didn't dare to say much, but shrugged and said, "All right, as long as you are happy."

Qin Yiyan added: "It's been a long time since I touched music, let me find out first."

Xie Huai just felt that his face was slightly hot, and he sat down next to the door as if he had been pardoned.

"Wait, who asked you to sit there?" He pointed to the other half of the piano bench, "Sit next to me."

Xie Huai was hit in the heart by his deep voice again, and walked over bravely.

As a senior face dog, he really couldn't stand it today.But it is absolutely impossible for him to reveal the news that he likes half of it in front of Qin Yiyan, so he quickly pretended to be calm and asked, "Has the wound healed?"

"Yeah." He spread out his right palm, the slender wound had scabbed over, and he covered the hideous scratch with a band-aid.

Seeing this, Xie Huai nodded reassuringly. Thinking of the supper that he hadn't had time to eat yet, his stomach growled uncontrollably. He dug out the newly bought glutinous rice dumpling from his bag and asked Qin Yiyan if he wanted to eat it.

He shook his head, said he had just had dinner, and turned to the next page to continue playing.Seeing this, Xie Huai didn't care about being polite, so he picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

This music score should be all Tibetan folk songs. Although it is played with Western instruments, you can still hear the long and lingering tunes in it, just like the clarion call for relatives to go home at the end of a day's work at sunset.

Xie Huai was fascinated by what he heard, and moved towards him unconsciously.There is also a layer of fur on the outside of the Tibetan robe in winter, which is very comfortable to rub against the face.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xie Huai boldly buried his whole face in it.Qin Yiyan felt the weight on his body, until he couldn't raise his hand to press the piano keys, then he patted his head dissatisfied: "You played games all night again yesterday?"

"I didn't fall asleep." Xie Huai hurriedly got up from his shoulders, and muttered, "Your piano sound is very visual, suitable for closing your eyes and appreciating."

"Sense of picture?"

"That's right, it sounds like a lingering feeling, as if calling the nomadic crowd home, and it's that kind of...indiscriminate love." Xie Huai looked at him puzzled, "Isn't that what you want to express? emotion?"

"..." His hands resting on the keys were clenched into fists helplessly, his throat trembled slightly, but he didn't speak.

It turns out that in Xie Huai's world, the tunes I play casually can still be so romantic. It turns out that I still love my hometown deeply.

It's just a pity that now he can no longer hear the response from that land.

Qin Yiyan sighed, turned the music score back to the repertoire performed by the choir, patted Xie Huai on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Zheng should have marked the pronunciation of the four Tibetan lines for you. You sing first and listen to me."

"Okay." He took out the file folder dedicated to music scores from his bag, and faced the dazzling string of words, he cleared his throat and sang confidently.

Qin Yiyan couldn't help frowning as soon as he heard half of the lyrics, but he still listened to him patiently and asked, "Can you represent the level of other students?"

"Nonsense, they can't sing as well as me." Xie Huai proudly puffed up his chest, "I'm very talented in languages."

Qin Yiyan was speechless, thinking that Zheng Jiajia still loves to make trouble for him so much.

"This lyrics is adapted from Cangyang Gyatso's poem. It is not difficult to understand in terms of wording and sentence making." He divided the subject, predicate and object of each sentence to Xie Huai, first explained the main idea of ​​the poem, and then corrected him according to the phonetic symbols. pronunciation.

The two were so close that Qin Yiyan's earrings almost brushed against his face several times.A snow-white flying bird was hung on the tassel at the end, and the first line of the lyrics also sang "ask the white crane to lend me your wings", Xie Huai's eyes couldn't help but glance over there.

"Can you sing it for me first?" He really couldn't concentrate, so he changed the subject, "Mr. Zheng said that your Tibetan accent is very nice."

Qin Yiyan didn't deny it, turned around and sat in front of the piano, raised his hand to test a few notes, skipped the previous verse, and sent the solemn and solemn snow mountain to his ears.

The field of vision in front of him widened instantly, and after hearing the first sentence, Xie Huai was aroused by the trembling sound, and his whole body was covered with goose bumps, and his thoughts followed the song to the snowy plateau.

Vast and boundless, snow and ice - no, that's not enough to describe his singing.Xie Huai closed his eyes and listened, and felt that it was a snowy field at sunrise, where herding horses and blue birds were neighing in the sky against the red sun, celebrating the arrival of dawn.

And he still played and sang, singing such a high key effortlessly.

"It's too powerful." He praised from the bottom of his heart as the music faded away.

"If you grew up in a Tibetan area, you might be able to sing better than me." Qin Yiyan was noncommittal, picked up the red pen and continued to correct the pronunciation, "takrig means far away."

Xie Huai started to lose his mind again, and followed up with a guilty conscience: "He asked?"

"No," Qin Yiyan shook his head, "the sound of breathing is missing."

He had long forgotten these professional terms, tried to exhale a few breaths, cleared his throat in embarrassment and said, "I don't know."

"Why are you so stupid?" Qin Yiyan sighed helplessly, leaned over and raised his chin, but Xie Huai mistakenly thought that he was going to go crazy and pinch himself again, and subconsciously clasped his wrist instead.

The two forces converged in an instant.Qin Yiyan was pulled in front of him unsuspectingly, and lightly brushed the tips of each other's noses.

Tassels and birds fell into Xie Huai's eyes.

For a moment, even the slightest sound of breathing stopped functioning.

"I won't fly away,

Go back to the foot of the mountain. "

The four eyes met, and there were only these two poems left in his mind.

The author says:

Let me explain to you, because I am a student of civil engineering and my family has experience in building roads in Tibetan areas, so I added this background to Qin Yiyan.I won’t use a lot of pen and ink to describe, and please don’t go to ky a certain little brother (kneeling thanks)