Cao Feng stretched out his arm hesitantly, and slowly and slowly wrapped his brother's arm around him. With the other hand, he covered the school uniform jacket he had just taken off in a place where his arms couldn't warm it.
Duan Yuche automatically found a comfortable position in his arms. The washing powder on Cao Feng's body was bought at home. The smell of lavender was very good, and the warm embrace exuded a reassuring aroma. He slept soundly.
Cao Feng was afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to move at all, he didn't dare to open the book, his mind was empty, and he didn't even dare to lower his head. .
The distance is very close, so close that you can clearly see the tiny fluff that seems to be shrouded in shimmer on his clean and white face, and you can count the number of thick long eyelashes.
The apex of his heart seemed to have been caught, and he only hoped that this moment would be static forever.
But the clock went fast, and the timer alarm of the watch beeped beeping. Cao Feng saw Duan Yuche's eyelashes trembling in fright. 's alarm.
Duan Yuche made a few "um" sounds that didn't wake up, and he didn't open his eyes, and asked him vaguely: "What time is it?"
Cao Feng's Adam's apple moved up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's two o'clock."
Duan Yuche opened a gap, saw Cao Feng's firm jaw, yawned, and sat up: "I slept on your shoulder, why didn't you wake me up, isn't your shoulder numb?"
"It's okay," Cao Feng looked at him in a low voice, "I'm not numb, are you still sleepy?"
"Sleepy... The first session of the afternoon seems to be a gym class, right?" He didn't get up, but when he woke up, he felt a little more depressed than usual.
Cao Feng let out an "um", and Duan Yuche stood up holding his school uniform, his voice still a bit harsh: "You can accompany me to the canteen to buy a bottle of water first, and then go to the playground later."
Cao Feng borrowed a collection of birds and a book from another computer, and went to buy snacks and fruits with Duan Yuche. Duan Yuche didn't bring a meal card, he swiped his card, and then the two went to the playground together. Find a class set.
The physical education teacher is a female teacher, and she does not manage strictly. Generally, after counting the number of students, she will let the students do radio gymnastics, and then run around the playground before disbanding. Sometimes they will be given sports equipment to exercise, such as basketball, badminton, and volleyball. some type of.
Running 400 meters, the physical education teacher talked about the sports meeting next month: "Students, the autumn sports meeting will be the next week after your monthly test. The students who want to apply for the project can start practicing now. Tell the sports committee what equipment you need. , borrow it from the equipment room."
Saying this, it was dismissed.
The plane came up and asked Duan Yuche, "Are you going to play football?"
He yawned and said, "If you don't go, you can go." He is a good football player. He used to practice shooting at home. He practiced for a long time, and his accuracy rate is very high, but he is not fine now, and he is a little sleepy in the afternoon. , full of wanting to go home and sleep.
Cao Feng saw that he was not in good condition, so he unscrewed the mineral water bottle and gave it to him, and then gave him a plum candy.
The sun was a little bright, Cao Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "Little Che, let's go in, it's cool in the gym."
The gymnasium was completed last year. It is very empty and has a brand-new taste. There are badminton nets placed on the field, and there are individual students practicing volleyball and badminton.
Finding a high place to sit down, Duan Yuche put on his earphones listlessly and continued to listen to the song, without speaking or ignoring Cao Feng, holding his chin, as if he was trying to think about life.
Cao Feng kept turning his head to look at his profile. He wanted to talk many times. Seeing his eyes closed, he didn't dare to disturb him.
At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly came from below the gymnasium.
On weekdays, the school will organize some cultural activities, such as the welcome party, graduation party, New Year's party or summer singing party... The piano is often used, so the piano is simply placed in the gymnasium, and occasionally students touch it. The school does not control it. Anyway, there is monitoring, and whoever breaks it loses money.
It was an ordinary black upright piano, not as beautiful as the white triangle in Duan Yuche's room, and the piano was played by a long-haired girl in a school uniform.
The sound of the piano was very melodious. Some students who were playing badminton couldn't help but look back. Duan Yuche also glanced at it, but his reaction was different from others. He seemed to think it was a kind of noise pollution, so he turned up the headphones. the volume of the music.
At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Cao Feng's adoring eyes, stared at the direction of the piano, and said sincerely, "It's so good!"
He was right next to Duan Yuche. Even if Duan Yuche was wearing headphones, he heard it. He frowned slightly: "What did you just say?"
Cao Feng said: "She plays really well." The only thing he knew about the piano came from a movie called "The Pianist at Sea" that he had seen in the video room before. Hong Kong films were so exciting, and after the rise of movie theaters and the closure of video halls, Cao Feng never saw the movie again.
His only impression of the piano was that it was a very elegant instrument, and he would never forget the pleasant episodes in it, but he didn't know what those episodes were called.
Duan Yuche said meaningfully: "Do you think she plays very well?"
"Yeah." Cao Feng's eyes turned back a little, only to realize that Duan Yuche had taken off one of his earphones, but he still didn't look very refined, and his expression was a bit stinky, revealing an aura that no strangers should enter.
"She played 'MARIAGE D'AMOUR,' which I would have played when I was six."
Cao Feng: "..."
No matter how stupid he is, he now understands why his younger brother has a bad face. He knew that Duan Yuche had a piano in his room, but he had never heard him play it, so he always thought it was a decoration.
"Actually, I, I..." At this time, Cao Feng had no choice but to feel annoyed at his stupidity.
I don't know what to say to make Duan Yuche a little happier: "Actually, I haven't heard much of the piano music... I haven't heard anyone else play it live, I don't understand music, but I know that my brother plays it, definitely better than her. sounds better."
Duan Yuche glanced at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "You haven't heard of it, how do you know?"
"Although... I haven't heard of it before," Cao Feng stuttered, as if he was trying to organize language. He lowered his head and stared at his brother's hand, which was casually placed on his knee. Neat and clean, he said, "But your fingers are very long and beautiful, so you must be very good at playing the piano. Generally, those who are excellent don't like to show off."
When he said this, his eyes were very sincere, as if he really thought so.
Duan Yuche knew that Cao Feng was a flatterer, otherwise why would he write to Duan Shumin every year? Even though I knew it, I still felt inexplicably in a good mood. I took off my headphones and said, reluctantly: "Well, I'll play it for you."
Cao Feng was very happy.
The two went down the stairs and walked towards the corner where the piano was placed.
The girl might only play a short piece, but after playing it twice, she was a little embarrassed when she saw someone approaching, so she got up and dragged her friend away.
Just to make room for Duan Yuche.
The school's piano is an ordinary Yamaha, and it is estimated that not many people have used it. There is no trace of use, and the black paint is still shiny.
He hadn't touched this for a long time. After putting his finger on it, after half a minute, as if thinking about what to play, he touched it on the keyboard and made a very soft sound. After a few seconds, he seemed to finally After thinking about it clearly, he dropped his finger very simply.
I don't know what song it is, it's very fast, it falls like raindrops, and the slender fingers dance quickly.
Cao Feng, who was beside him, slowly opened his eyes.
Even if he doesn't understand, he knows which is better and which is worse. He stared blankly at Duan Yuche. The ceiling of the gymnasium was transparent, the afternoon sun was shining on him, and his lazy, white face that seemed to have not woken up shone in the clean light.
Cao Feng was a little swayed, as if other things and the surrounding noise had all retreated from him, leaving only Duan Yuche sitting in front of him.
Duan Yuche has no score in front of him, and he doesn't look at the keys, but he can always play the most beautiful and ethereal music without error. His aunt who is a pianist says he has talent, but he doesn't care much about it. Gao was in high spirits and liked to listen but didn't touch it for a long time. My aunt felt regretful. Later, she taught him a few songs that he liked to listen to, and let him play it until he was proficient, so as not to be embarrassed, he was willing to let him go.
Of course, the consequence of unfamiliarity is forgetting notation and the tempo is also a little out of order, so Duan Yuche did not continue to play.
He thought to himself, if his aunt was by his side, he would definitely scold him.
Fortunately, Cao Feng didn't know how to do it at all. As soon as he looked up at his stupid appearance, Duan Yuche knew that his skills had overwhelmed him. He was quite complacent and didn't speak. " message.
"It's so good." Cao Feng opened his eyes wide and couldn't help clapping his hands, "Little Che, you're playing so well! It's so good! I've never, never heard such a... such a beautiful song."
"Hey, don't applaud!" Duan Yuche quickly grabbed his hand.
Only then did Cao Feng realize that this was not at home and there were still people in the gym, so he stopped and asked, "What song is this?"
"It's eethoven," Duan Yuche looked in the other direction and found that it really attracted the attention of many people. He guessed it was because he played so well, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, giving him popular science: "This is The first is Sonata No. 117 in D minor, and it's called..." He paused again, thinking about how to translate it. The consequence of learning too many languages is that he often doesn't know what cultural thinking to use to express his meaning. " Have you seen Shakespeare's The Tempest?"
"Huh? Was Shakespeare a pianist too?"
"No," he realized that maybe Cao Feng didn't understand him, he explained patiently, "Shakespeare wrote a play called Tempest, which was his last work in his later years, and it sounds more like him. A will written in poetry. Beethoven's "Tempest" was also written in his later years, you always know Beethoven, right?"
"Well, I know." He didn't even know this, he was still studying Beethoven in the language class—that is, Duan Yuche was speaking in English, and he didn't understand it for a while.
"Beethoven's hearing weakened in his later years, and his sperm also had problems, so "Tempest" was his injustice to his fate in his later years..." He found that he could no longer use good adjectives, and various languages were switched in his mind.
Cao Feng saw him pause and continued, "I know, I know his "Fate"! I've heard of it."
Duan Yuche smiled, and there was no joke that he didn't understand. He changed the subject and asked, "Do you have anything you like to hear?"
"Me?" Cao Feng was stunned, "I... have nothing to listen to."
Music is everywhere, and when he walks on the street, the shops in the alleys are playing music, but he really hasn't listened to piano music very much. He usually listens to vulgar music, and he is afraid that he will be laughed at by his younger brother.
Duan Yuche said, "Then you don't usually listen to music?"
"Also… I can listen too, I have tapes." He bought second-hand goods, used to learn English, but the quality was very bad, and the sound was very bad.
"So what do you usually like to listen to? Pop music?" Duan Yuche's amber eyes stared at him without blinking.
"… um, pop."
"for example?"
This is really a loss of lack of culture, and it stumped Cao Feng.
He didn't know how to answer the question. He didn't understand elegant things, so he opened his mouth, and after a while, under the gaze of his younger brother, he answered in an indescribably low volume: "One... One cut plum."