"The sheets are going to be washed." Jiang Yan said lying on his pillows, eyes closed.

"Um." Gu Fei answered.

"What time is it?" Jiang Yan asked with his eyes closed.

"It's not 11 o'clock," Gu Fei answered, "you still have time to review."

Jiang Yan sighed, got up from the bed, and looked back at the bed after getting out of bed: "You, now, change the sheets."

"OK." Gu Fei nodded against the bed.

"Move!" Jiang Yan put his hand to his ear and clapped, "Move!"

"... Where did you learn it!" Gu Fei startled him with this clap. "I didn't move much just now."

"Get out of here." Jiang Yan took his pajamas and took a shower.

Gu Fei chased after him again: "I'll make a sandwich for you for a while?"

"Um." Jiang Yan walked out of the bedroom.

"What sauce do you want?" Gu Fei asked again. "Salad sauce tomato sauce or ..."

"No sauce!" Jiang Yan shouted back.

Gu Fei laughed in the bedroom.

"Smile you again!" Jiang Yan said.

Gu Fei's laughter went down immediately.

After taking a bath, exactly after washing off the sauce, Jiang Yan returned to the bedroom. Gu Fei had already replaced the sheets, and the sheets that had been made of all the sauce were stacked neatly on the stool.

Next to his pile of review materials on his desk was a small plate with slices of bread sandwiched with ham and leaves, and a glass of milk.

"I went to take a shower." Gu Fei said.

"Um." Jiang Yan sat at the desk and took the plate.

When he was reviewing, he liked to eat supper. He probably used his brain much more. By 11 o'clock, he would feel sleepy and hungry.

At this moment he was hungry and sleepy, after all, besides using his brain, he also did physical work.

But he picked up the slice of bread and looked at him again. He put down two slices of bread, with ham slices and leaves in the middle. Gu Fei did not apply the salad dressing strictly according to his requirements, but the sandwich ...

There is no appetite for a dime!

It doesn't taste good at first sight.

Bread slices without salad dressing and butter cannot be swallowed even with meat and vegetables!

Ugly!

It's hard to eat at first glance!

However, Jiang Yan glanced at the bottles next to him.

Huh!

Alas, the little yellow film looks good.

Although the sauce used in previous hooligan activities is not directly related to the sauce in the bottle, and no salad dressing and butter are used ...

It still makes some people unable to get down. One mouth can be associated with many unsightly colored clips.

A school bully, after mixing with a school scum, has slipped all the way to the shameless abyss, or from a young age, the big teacher and parents will not let the good students mingle with the less advanced students.

Check it out!

Check it out!

When Gu Fei returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, Jiang Yan also blew into several bottles.

"I also bought yoghurt," Gu Fei picked up the bread, quickly put ham and vegetable leaves, then wiped the salad dressing, bite a big bite, "I left it in the refrigerator and wanted to drink Son? "

"Ah," Jiang Yan looked at him, "you have a good appetite?"

"I didn't just use this one," Gu Fei pointed to the bottle. "I just used blueberry and sweet orange sauce, and they were used only after they were scooped out, but not ..."

"Gu Fei," Jiang Yan looked at him sincerely, "shut up."

Gu Fei smiled and didn't say any more. After eating a few mouthfuls of bread, he took the small plate in front of him, smeared the salad dressing and butter on the bread, and handed it back to him.

Jiang Yan sighed, took it and took a bite. He was really hungry, and Gu Fei was very hungry.

After supper, he turned on the lamp and lay on the table and started desperately.

Gu Fei turned off the light in the bedroom, leaned on the bedside, and stood on the edge of the table and looked at him.

"Do you want to copy your homework?" Jiang Yanshun threw the finished homework by his arm.

"Get up tomorrow and copy again," Gu Fei said, "I'm so sleepy now."

"You don't have much energy," Jiang Yan said as he tried to answer the question. "Sorry to smoke afterwards?"

"I didn't smoke today." Gu Fei smiled.

"... I forgot it, too," Jiang Yan sighed. "I'll finish this page and make up one."

Gu Fei looked at him and smiled for a long time.

Jiang Yan was very devoted to the questions, especially those given to him by Pan Zhi, which were obviously more difficult than the 4th grade, and it was quite fun to write.

He kept writing a set of papers before raising his head, moving his neck, and glancing at Gu Fei.

Gu Fei still leaned on the bedside, his arms were on the table, but he was already asleep there.

He stood up lightly, took a cigarette and carried it to the living room.

The window was already dark, and the lights of every household were almost turned off. Only the bright yellow light was seen in the past.

Jiang Yan lit a cigarette and lay on the windowsill.

The time spent here is not short, but every time I see these scenes, I still have a touch of strangeness, and occasionally I feel unreal.

In the past six months, he hasn't said much about the things he has experienced, but one by one, he probably won't forget this life.

Sometimes it is amazing to think about it. One day he will come here from a bustling big city, from a key high school, from a family that is at least superficial, although not warm and comfortable.

From confusion to nothing, to ... he turned to look at the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open and there was a warm light inside.

He smoked a cigarette, returned to the bedroom after washing, and sat down at his desk.

Gu Fei was still asleep, and his posture had not changed. He lay on the table, reached out and gently tapped on Gu Fei's lips. Gu Fei did not move, and he poked gently with the finger on the tip of Gu Fei Gu Fei still didn't move. He went to the corner of his mouth and reached out to Gu Fei's heart.

"Brother," Gu Fei suddenly opened one eye, drowsiness in his voice, "I tell you something."

"Ah," Jiang Yan quickly retracted his hand, "woke you up?"

"I didn't fall asleep," Gu Fei closed her eyes again. "I just rest my eyes."

"Yo," Jiang Yan said, "I haven't rested my eyes for a whole night of review. Have you used your cell phone too much?"

"I didn't play. I watched you look too much," Gu Fei smiled, took a look at his mobile phone, "Sleep, brother, it's past 12 o'clock."

"I sleep on time at 1 o'clock," Jiang Yan said, "you go to bed officially, don't rest your eyes."

"Um." Gu Feixia stunned and lay on the pillow.

Jiang Yan closed the book until 1:30, turned off the desk lamp, and went to bed in the dark. Gu Fei estimated that he was asleep, and he lay down carefully, afraid to wake Gu Fei awake.

As soon as he lay down, Gu Fei rolled over and slumped over. "It's asleep, it's past 1 o'clock."

"... I thought you were asleep?" Jiang Yan touched his arm.

"Asleep," Gu Fei buried his face on his shoulder, "said it left you a nerve."

"Sleep," Jiang Yan smiled. "Good night."

"Good night." Gu Fei rubbed his teeth with his teeth.

Wang Xu attaches great importance to this stage performance, or is very excited about this stage show, as soon as he arrives at school in the morning, he pulled Jiang Yan into the corridor.

"I asked Lao Xu for the key to the music classroom. There was a piano there, and I brought the guitar with me, and it was over," Wang Xu looked at him. "Don't go back at noon, just eat something, we Just practice it? "

"I ... I haven't finished the music," Jiang Yan felt a bit unable to carry the fire of Wang Xu's enthusiasm. "Otherwise ..."

"At noon, I don't need your score," Wang Xu said, "you tell me part of me."

Jiang Yan sighed, "You are a chord, but I can't play guitar ..."

"You can play it for me, I can just write it down," Wang Xu said, "at noon, don't run away at noon, it will be gone with Gu Fei every day after school, you must tie it together for noon Go to the music classroom and listen to us practice. "

"Ah." Jiang Yan answered.

He no longer bargained with Wang Xu, afraid that Wang Xu would say something that made him nervous.

Captain Wang Jiuri knows a little too much, thanks to the lack of strings in his head, or else he has to consider dying.

As soon as school was noon, Wang Xu stood at the front door of the classroom and stared at him from a distance.

"Then you have something to eat with Wang Xu," Gu Fei glanced at Wang Xu, "I happened to be back at noon to make pictures, and I will give it to others this afternoon."

"Okay." Jiang Yan nodded.

This time I played Gu Fei's tune. He didn't tell Gu Fei that it was quite memorable. It was a little surprise for Gu Fei.

In fact, he admired himself very much, and once heard it, he was almost able to pull out the score based on his memory, but there should be a lot of details that are biased. It is not possible to change to a piano song anyway ...

Wang Xu took him to the opposite side of the school and ate pizza. Wang Xu, who wanted to buy something to drink next to him, did not give him a chance. He dragged him back to school and went straight to the music classroom.

To be honest, if Wang Xu hadn't said it this time, he wouldn't have known that there was a music classroom in the No. 4 Middle School, and there were many other instruments besides the piano.

"Come on," Wang Xu lifted the piano cover, "you play for a while and listen to me? What tune?"

Jiang Yan didn't speak, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know the name of Gu Fei's song.

But it doesn't matter.

"Nameless." Jiang Yan sat on the stool.

"... I haven't heard it," Wang Xu said for a moment, but leaned forward on the piano with anticipation, "I can listen to it, maybe I haven't heard it is unknown."

"You must not have heard it." When Jiang Yan put his hands on the keys, a familiar and strange feeling quickly spread from his fingertips.

How long has he not even looked at the piano again.

The staggered black and white in front of my eyes didn't tell me what it was like when I touched my fingertips.

He didn't move for a long time.

"No, Jiang Yan," Wang Xu looked at him with an eyebrow frowning. "Won't you **** be deceiving? You really play?"

Jiang Yan glanced at him, didn't say a word, brushed his fingers over the keys, climbed a certain scale, it was a movement of his fingers, and he recovered his previous feeling.

"It looks a bit," Wang Xu nodded, seemingly relieved. "To be honest, you don't really look like someone who can play the piano. Why don't you come first?"

"Will you go out first?" Jiang Yan looked at him. "Why don't you go out and talk to someone first?"

Wang Xu didn't speak anymore, and closed his mouth.

Jiang Yan stared at his finger, took a sip, closed his eyes and spit it out, and his fingertips fell on the keys. This note made him quickly enter the picture that Gu Fei made with music.

As soon as I leave my feet empty, I will fly

I am confused upwards, and I hear downwards that you say the world is empty ...

You said one, two, three, broke the past and died

The wind blows and the broken way home, do you see me singing ... You say one, two, three, turn, you hear the panic that was erased ...

Jiang Yan didn't read the score, and the tune was not long. He just wrote the score based on his memory, so he basically popped it up when he closed his eyes.

He didn't like the piano, and every time he passed the unique touch of the keys from his fingertips, his mind would be filled with memories that were getting bored and gradually numb.

But today is not the same. Maybe it's because the melody between the fingers is filled with Gu Fei's breath, or maybe it's because the person sitting here has changed his mood.

He sank into the notes.

Even playing a few wrong notes did not affect his mood.

When he finished playing the last note with his fingers and left the key, he stared at black and white for a long time without moving.

There was a sudden applause behind him, Jiang Yan was startled, turned his head suddenly, and saw the excited Xu standing at the entrance of the music classroom.

"I'm **** President Xu, why are you here?" Wang Xu was startled, but immediately applauded, "Good! Jiang Ye, you are really ... too surprised, too surprised! Really! I didn't expect it! It sounds good! "

"What kind of song is this?" Lao Xu came over. "I never heard it."

"You haven't heard any songs yet?" Wang Xu suddenly seemed to find a sense of superiority.

"Then tell me what song is this?" Lao Xu asked Wang Xu humbly.

"This song is called ... nameless!" Wang Xu said, looking at Jiang Yan, "Hey Jiang Yan, can you introduce Lao Xu?"

"Nameless?" Old Xu froze. "Are there any piano songs called by this name? Who is the composer?"

"That ..." Jiang Yan hesitated, and it seemed a bit too perfunctory to get the "nameless" directly, but he didn't want to ask Gu Fei, "The name is ... not yet determined."

"Not determined?" Wang Xu also hesitated, and said after a while, "Isn't this song you wrote yourself! Fuck?"

"No, no," Jiang Yan waved quickly, "not me."

"Then the name has not been determined yet?" Lao Xu asked again.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan felt a little bit embarrassed. Gu Fei's temper was really unsure, so he just told them to let Wang Xu and Lao Xu know whether it was appropriate.

"Practice first," he didn't answer Lao Xu's question, "I will ... I'll tell you then."

"Ah!" Wang Xu shouted uncomfortably, "Avoid me again?"

"Ah?" Jiang Yan looked at him.

"I didn't say, Jiang Yan, you really ... hey, I'm going to the bathroom," Wang Xu turned with dissatisfaction and walked outside the classroom. "You can talk to President Xu privately, I'm relying on it, or a partner. It's not interesting ... ... avoid me in everything ... "

Jiang Yan looked at his back, opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Did you write it yourself?" Lao Xu sat beside him with excitement.

"Really not." Jiang Yan looked at Lao Xu.

"Who wrote that?" Lao Xu looked at him expectantly.

Jiang Yan said nothing, and said after a while: "If you want to report, just write the arranger. I'll do it."

"Is Gu Fei?" Lao Xu was silent for a moment, and then hesitated suddenly.

Jiang Yan turned his head and stared at him in surprise.

"Right? Right!" Lao Xu also stared at him. "I know this boy played a band in junior high school, but I never asked him. The character of this boy is too difficult to communicate, too difficult to communicate ... ... "

"No," Jiang Yan was still surprised. "How do you know he played in a team?"

"Every one of you," Lao Xu sighed, "I will work hard to understand so that I can be responsible to every student. This is what Gu Fei's mother told me, otherwise I would not know him Can play the guitar. "

Jiang Yan didn't know what to answer, so he remained silent.

"Gu Fei is a very good child, but it is too difficult to communicate. My head teacher also failed." Lao Xu suddenly reached out and knocked on the piano keys. "They said not to give up any student, but wanted to hold every one It ’s also difficult for students ... Like students like Gu Fei, I can turn around him, I can't communicate with him ... "

Jiang Yan still didn't speak. He really didn't know what to say this time. Lao Xu was surprised to say such a thing to a student, and he was slightly awkward and emotional.

"I've seen the pictures taken by Gu Fei," Lao Xu said. "How talented a child is, how talented it is. It's a pity to be so arrogant."

Jiang Yan still didn't know what to say, but just sighed along with Lao Xu.

When Wang Xu returned to the music classroom, Lao Xu stood up and sat down in a nearby chair: "You practice, I listen."

"I don't know the spectrum yet." Wang Xu took his guitar and went to the toilet. His discomfort disappeared. When he picked up the guitar, the whole man returned to excitement again. "Jiang You play it Just chord and tell me where to go. "

"Hmm." Jiang Yan took out his own score, marked Wang Xu with a chord, and popped it up for him.

Wang Xu should be half serious at this moment, and it is estimated that Old Xu can cry on the spot.

After jotting down his own part, he tried to play it twice: "Does this mean?"

"Well," Jiang Yan nodded, "and."

When Wang Xu's guitar came out with the sound of the piano, Lao Xu stood up in surprise and walked to the piano.

A few bars later, Jiang Yan got stuck, stopped, and changed the score.

"I rely on it," Wang Xu gently plucked the guitar strings, "I have the illusion that I am a master."

"I am." Jiang Yan said.

Wang Xule spent a long time: "Jiang Ye, I find you sometimes have a thick face."

"I have capital." Jiang Yan glanced at him.

"Fuck, can you be humble?" Wang Xu looked at him. "Why do you say so?"

"You can't say it," Jiang Yan put the modified score on the music stand. "Try again."

Wang Xu failed as a class tyrant, but as an ensemble, he was pretty good and responded fast enough, except that occasionally the guitar would be half a beat slower, there was nothing wrong with his own part.

"How!" Wang Xu waved his arms when he came out of the music classroom. "What do you think!"

"Well, it's fine." Jiang Yan nodded.

"I'm thirsty. I'll buy a drink and bring you a bottle, right?" Wang Xu said, "What do you drink?"

"Huang Xiaoyu," Jiang Yan said, "thank you."

"What does Mr. Xu drink?" Wang Xu looked at Lao Xu.

"I go back to the office to drink tea," Lao Xu said. "I can't get used to your drinks. It is sweet in my mouth every afternoon."

After Wang Xu went to buy a drink, Jiang Yan walked to the classroom with Lao Xu. When Lao Xu was going to return to the office, Jiang Yan called him: "General Manager Xu."

"What's the matter?" Lao Xu looked back.

"Arranging, playing Jiang Yan, guitar Wang Xu," Jiang Yan said, "It's all right, I'll think about the name of the song, I'll tell you these two days."

"Oh," Lao Xu nodded, seeing a bit of disappointment. "Okay."

Jiang Yan put a fork in his pants pocket and slowly walked towards the classroom.

What is the name of the song?

The melody is a bit confused and depressing, and the words have the same feeling. When listening, it makes people have the urge to shatter the imprisonment wrapped around them severely.

When he wrote the score, he had some changes, some were unclear, some were too depressing, and he also subconsciously pressed the piano keys in several places when he played the music.

I think

In your eyes

Run wild

I think

A look

Just old

He took out his mobile phone and called Lao Xu: "Mr. Xu, that song is called" Saye "."