In the evening, the crimson setting sun was falling, and there were intermittent and jerky piano sounds from the piano room.
Not the same as her original sound!
Gu Miao's black eyes flashed, and she pursed her lips and walked in quietly.
The evening wind blew the curtains slightly, Gu Miao's eyes passed through the gap, and saw the girl lowered her head, looked at the phone awkwardly and seriously, and then slightly lowered her head and played the keys.
He breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back to stand a little further away.
The yellowish sycamore leaves fell to the ground, and a few swirled in the air and landed on Gu Miao's shoulders.
He looked at the window not far away without noticing it at all, always indifferent like the eyes of the night, revealing a faint brilliance.
Once, the last class on Wednesday and Thursday was his happiest time of the week.
In the chaotic campus life, quietly outside the piano room No. 8, listening to the melodious piano music became his only solace.
Because only standing here, he felt that he was so close to her.
It was so close that even his dull heart seemed to be infused with vitality, trembling slightly with the up-and-down sound of the piano.
Today's piano sound is very strange, not as smooth and pleasant as usual.
But Gu Miao's heart still couldn't fluctuate on her own.
He felt like an eavesdropper, shamelessly hiding in the corner, listening to the sound of the piano that did not belong to him, delusional about people who did not belong to him.
The setting sun gradually faded away, and Gu Miao heard the sound of the piano in the piano room stop abruptly, followed by a woman's voice.
"It's almost over, let me check how you're doing?"
The piano room was quiet for a moment, and Gu Miao heard Cheng Chu's low voice: "Teacher, I haven't practiced that well, can I do it next week?"
"No, I've given you so much time just now." The woman's voice was a little stern.
The street lights were dimly lit.
A few seconds later, the incoherent piano sound just now came from the piano room.
The piano sound was interrupted before it appeared for a few seconds.
"Stop, stop, what are you playing, Cheng Chu, even if you don't practice for a week, you won't be abandoned like this."
Gu Miao's heart tightened, and then she heard the girl's low voice: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't practice last week."
"What's the matter with you, aren't you the most diligent usually? How did you become like this? If you play like this, don't even think about going to Haiyin. No music school will want you."
The woman's voice was loud, sharp and severe, and Gu Miao could hear it clearly from a few meters away.
His hands trembled slightly.
"I'm sorry." He heard the girl sniff, a little aggrieved.
"Is sorry for me useful? Stay after class and practice for half an hour before going home."
The door slammed shut, and a few seconds later, the piano sounded again in the piano room.
The get out of class bell in the distance rang lingeringly, mixed with the sound of the piano wafting from the piano room.
After half an hour, Cheng Chu closed the lid of the piano.
After class, Ji Mingyue came to her with a violin on her back. After hearing her tell the whole story, she said to wait for her at the door, but was persuaded by Cheng Chu to go back.
When he walked out of the piano room, it was already dark, and the dim light from the roadside shone into the corridor, and Cheng Chu's footsteps were a little heavy.
The classroom has long been empty, the tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and there is no trace of popularity in the empty space.
Cheng Chu walked to his seat and started to pack his schoolbag in a sloppy manner.
She reached into the drawer and found a package of plastic wrap.
There was only one light in the classroom, and it wasn't very bright. Cheng Chu lowered his head slightly and saw a pack of strawberry-flavored toffee lying in the drawer.
It's her favorite brand.
Cheng Chu pursed her lips, tore the wrapping paper open, the sweetness of the toffee melted in her mouth, and the bitterness in her heart was taken away like a spring breeze.
She sniffed and looked out the window, only to feel that the moonlight became gentle.
The next day, Cheng Chu met Ji Mingyue on his way to school.
She patted Ji Mingyue on the shoulder and said gratefully, "Thank you, yesterday's candy."
"What?" Ji Mingyue blinked her big eyes and said suspiciously, "What candy?"
Cheng Chu frowned: "You didn't put the candy in my drawer yesterday?"
Ji Mingyue shook her head, expressing her ignorance, and then tugged at her sleeve with a smirk: "What candy, hehe, did the boy who had a crush on you put it on?"
"Okay, don't talk nonsense." Cheng Chu was half a head taller than her, so he took her shoulders easily and said, "Let's go, or you'll be late."
It's not Ji Mingyue, who is that
Ji Mingyue was in the liberal arts class, not on the same floor as Cheng Chu. After the two separated, Cheng Chu walked into the classroom alone.
There are still ten minutes before the morning class, and there are only a few people sitting scattered in the class.
Cheng Chu saw Gu Miao sitting, looking down at the book.
The morning wind blew his forehead, and the tip of his nose filled with a familiar fragrance.
Gu Miao's eyelashes trembled.
"Good morning, Gu Miao." Cheng Chu smiled at him.
Gu Miao raised her eyes, the darkness in the bottom of her eyes was filled with a hint of brilliance.
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her.
It was a very shallow smile, as shallow as the misty clouds on the distant mountains, and it was fleeting.
Cheng Chu was stunned for a while, and his heart couldn't help but be excited.
This is the first time Gu Miao smiled at her!
Like a child who got a gift, Cheng Chu moved his chair back in surprise and said happily, "Are you reading a book?"
"Um."
"Language textbook, this "Xiaoyaoyou" is so hard to memorize, are you finished?"
"Um."
"You're amazing, did you memorize that "Pipa Xing" after that?"
"Um."
A question and answer, always received only a cold "um".
Cheng Chu only felt like a policeman who was interrogating a prisoner who refused to cooperate.
For a moment, she almost felt that the shallow, fleeting smile before was her illusion.
Cheng Chu turned around in frustration and stopped talking.
A few people came in one after another in the classroom, very rudely pulling away the chairs, making a harsh "squeak" sound.
Gu Miao lowered her head, disgusting her stuttering again.
It would be nice if he could speak normally, so that at least when she was talking to herself, she could say a few more words and look at her for a while.
He pursed his dry lips and looked up at the girl's back, his dull eyes filled with bitterness.
The crisp birdsong came from outside the window, and in a short while, the class was filled with people one after another.