After Hu Xiujie took Dou Sheng away, the classroom quickly fell silent.

The owls study at their desks, and occasionally there is the sound of pages being turned, but it makes the surrounding quieter, so quiet that the hissing of the lamp tube can be heard.

Xie Lan poked the little owl doll next to the pencil case, and lowered his head to write the ancient poetry reading volume.

He wrote for a while, then put down the pen again, glanced at the empty seat next to him, and always felt uncomfortable without a moving guy.

After a while, the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes suddenly came from the corridor.

Xie Lan was about to raise his head when he heard Hu Xiujie say outside: "Mr. Ma, watch the self-study."

Then Ma's kind voice sounded, "I just finished talking about the grades with the students in our class."

Hu Xiujie smiled, "Class A of general subjects did well in the exam this time."

"It's okay, it's okay." Old Ma paused, "Have you talked to Dou Sheng? What's going on?"

Xie Lan caught the key word and stopped writing calmly.

Out of the corner of my eye, the surrounding students also moved their ears, and the movement of turning the book was still in the air.

Hu Xiujie said: "Let him reflect in the office first, and I'll go to class 12. By the way, Mr. Ma, I'm about to discuss with you. I don't think this kid cherishes this competition class very much. Why don't you let him go to your class to calm down for two weeks?" ?"

Lao Ma's tone was more sincere, "Director Hu, we don't collect bad A's in general subjects."

It was quiet outside for a while, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the class next door, and the sound of banging on the table was carried to the corridor. Leaning on his pencil case, he crowed.

There was a sound of the door opening in the corridor, and a boy next door shouted, "Come on, let Dou Zi come over, welcome to Division A of General Subjects in Class 4."

Wen Zisen, who was next to the back door, also opened the door directly, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll give it to you after Wu Yue finishes playing the ball game for our class!"

The top students in the two classes slapped the table and booed, until Hu Xiujie appeared at the door with a cold face.

It was as if the radio speakers had suddenly lost power, and the entire corridor was completely silent.

Wen Zisen smiled at her humbly, raised his hand to grab the handle of the rear door, and closed the door slowly, slowly.

The world fell into dead silence until the sound of Hu Xiujie's high-heeled shoes disappearing at the other end of the corridor.

Finally, when the first period of self-study was over, someone outside shouted that the school year rankings had been posted, and the whole class swarmed out.

Che Ziming patted Xie Lan's desk, "Let's go, hey, why did you memorize the violin?"

"I have to catch a video at school this week." Xie Lan put down his pen, "Go first, I'll wait."

Xie Lan didn't go out until everyone had left.

The office and the toilet are in the opposite direction, but fortunately, it is on the same line as the bulletin board of the school year rankings. Xie Lan looked calm and walked there slowly.

Dai You came back after reading the list, and said with a smile: "Xie Lan, look at the list."

"Yeah." Xie Lan immediately looked away, nodded calmly, "Look at the list."

Dai You smiled at him and left.

Xie Lan felt chills in his heart, and always felt that Dai You's smile was subtle, and he might have discovered his intention to go to the office to eavesdrop on Dou Sheng's training. He could only continue to bite the bullet and move forward.

The two A classes looked at the rankings very quickly, and the meeting had almost dispersed, and the people standing near the bulletin board were all new faces.

Xie Lan was going to pass behind the crowd, but suddenly stopped after taking two steps, and saw a familiar figure.

Chen Ge was wearing a ridiculously oversized school uniform jacket, with the front open to reveal the white T inside. It looked a little cleaner than half a month ago, and his hair was not so ostentatious.

He was standing at the back of the crowd with an indifferent expression, scanning somewhere on the leaderboard.

A brown keychain-like thing was put on the tip of his index finger, and it was spinning in circles.

Xie Lan subconsciously followed his gaze, and at a glance, he scanned the names in the first row of a certain row in the middle of the school year list.

Science class 12, Chen Ge, with a total score of 528, ranked 352 in the grade, up 198 places.

Xie Lan was staring blankly, when Chen Ge twitched the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "That's it."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave, but the shaking of his fingertips stopped, and he grabbed the thing in his palm with his backhand. It's the familiar fluffy little brown owl standing next to the "Pride" sign.

"Xie Lan?" Chen Ge raised his eyebrows when he saw him, "Look at the list."

Xie Lan recovered and hummed, "Congratulations."

"That's it. It's not as good as you, your math is awesome." Chen Ge casually twitched, "Let's go."

Xie Lan watched him walk away, and couldn't help looking back at the eye list. It was only two weeks since the last incident, and Chen Ge had risen rapidly. In terms of progress, he was the first, followed by Chen Ge.

For some reason, seeing Chen Ge soaring up the rankings, he would have an illusion, as if he had to glance at Dou Sheng back then in a trance.

But it's not the same, I can't tell what is different.

Xie Lan came back to his senses and continued walking to the office.

Hu Xiujie's office seemed to have a purification function, and few people passed by within a few meters. Xie Lan walked out of the office silently, the door was ajar, and it was quiet inside.

He stood by the door and peeked in.

Sure enough, Dou Sheng was there, standing next to the window sill as usual, his eyes fixed casually outside the window.

Hu Xiujie took a sip of tea and put it on the table, "Are you planning to spend time here with me? Are you really happy if I take you out of the competition class and put you in another class?"

Dou Sheng sighed softly when he heard the words, then turned around and said, "Teacher, let's be realistic, you can't be so nonsense."

Hu Xiujie raised his eyes, "Then why are you messing around? After being called a student for two years, you can't see a small midterm exam, right?"

"Really not." Dou Sheng sighed, turned his ankle on tiptoe, "I have apologized so many times, my legs are numb."

"Stop standing!" Hu Xiujie scolded immediately.

Dou Sheng was speechless, sighed quietly, turned his head and looked out the window again.

After a while, Hu Xiujie's anger calmed down, and he stared at him fixedly.

"Dou Sheng." She lowered her tone, "There must be a reason for not doing well in the exam. Tell the teacher, is it related to your father?"

Father?

Xie Lan froze outside the door, and subconsciously looked at Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng's expression was also stunned, and he looked away from the window. He was stunned for a while before he smiled helplessly, "No way. It's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. When I entered school, my mother just said hello, you You don't have to remember my dad's death day every year."

Death day.

Xie Lan was stunned for a while, subconsciously took out his mobile phone, typed "jiri" in pinyin, and copied the first word of Lenovo into the dictionary.

The meaning of the words is as he expected.

His heart sank unexpectedly.

Hu Xiujie probably didn't know about Dou Sheng's father's cheating, but just happened to meet the date, thinking that Dou Sheng's mood was affected.

She sighed and said, "I don't remember it. I thought about a class, and I really can't think of any other reason. I just thought of this incident by accident. If you count the days, it will be tomorrow. You are a good boy. If you are in a bad mood, you can talk to your parents and teachers. Talk about it, and your friends and netizens, don't hold back your emotions, and don't make fun of your grades, you know?"

"Tomorrow..." Dou Sheng's eyes suddenly moved a little far away, as if he was staring at a point in the air in a daze.

His expression was still peaceful, but the fingers hanging by his side were curled up inadvertently. After a long time, Dou Sheng came back to his senses, and smiled casually as usual, "Forget it, teacher, stop guessing, I'll recruit, for Xie Lan."

Xie Lan froze suddenly outside the door.

He subconsciously turned around, took a step back from the crack of the door, and leaned his back against the cold wall outside the door.

Hu Xiujie said with surprise, "Xie Lan?"

"Well." Dou Sheng put his unconsciously trembling right hand into his trouser pocket, and lazily leaned against the window sill, "My mother should have explained that Xie Lan didn't come back to China on a whim. To put it nicely, call back to the motherland, say To be more realistic, it is that you are in a foreign land. The children in a foreign land are so pitiful, and they will think of some sad things when they are touched by the scene. It is too miserable to be separated from each other. This is what I think, and my mother also acquiesced."

Hu Xiujie was shocked: "Your mother acquiesced? Your mother acquiesced that you intentionally failed the exam and went with him? You don't care about this kind of exam?"

Dou Sheng hummed.

He paused and said in a low voice: "I don't have so many miscellaneous thoughts, I just want to be with him."

As he spoke, he stood up straight, took his hands out of his trouser pockets, bowed his head politely and said sorry.

"I really won't in the future, teacher, I'm really sorry."

Xie Lan didn't listen to what Hu Xiujie said later, he leaned against the wall and stood silently for a moment, then turned around and walked away quickly and silently before Hu Xiujie let him go.

"Stay with you", maybe Xie Lan would only feel touched when he heard this sentence a few days ago, but once he had thoughts that he shouldn't have, these understatement words are like a small stone, floating lightly Falling, pulling the boy's heartbeat, like a torrent of panic and nowhere to escape deep in his heart.

The cold feeling of the wall climbed up the spine, but no matter what, it couldn't suppress the scorching heat at the base of the ear. When passing by the crack of the door, Xie Lan caught sight of Dou Sheng smiling and talking to Hu Xiujie. The sycamore leaves outside the window swayed gently in the night, and Dou Sheng's figure was cast on the window by the light, so straight and tough.

*

Dou Sheng came back when school was almost over. Che Ziming saw him coming, and joked, "Escape from the tiger's mouth?"

Dou Sheng smiled, "I survived by luck."

He returned to his seat, smiled and poked the head of the little owl next to Xie Lan's pencil case, opened the big white book and continued to practice drawing those Digimons, and didn't say anything until after school at night.

On the way back to the dormitory after school, Xie Lan walked beside Dou Sheng with the piano on his back, and Dou Sheng said, "To draw Digimon today, I think of when I watched this film when I was a child, it is full of memories."

Xie Lan felt a little uneasy when he heard him mention his childhood, but when he turned his head to look, he saw him smiling faintly, showing no emotion.

After returning from the office, Dou Sheng was indeed different from usual, the feeling was very faint, maybe he didn't realize it himself or tried to hide it, but Xie Lan felt it very clearly.

After a long time, Xie Lan asked, "Which one do you like?"

"It's almost the same..." Dou Sheng squinted his eyes in the wind, and smiled again: "Wizard beast, I have always felt that I have the same spirit as him for a while. The wizard beast was used as a chest to protect Dilu beast." Kill it, tsk, go through fire and water for the most important person, so cool."

Xie Lan nodded, "The handwriting also draws wizard beasts, let's draw a few more."

Dou Sheng hummed.

After returning to the dormitory, Dou Sheng turned on the ipad and began to draw formally. Xie Lan studied Chinese and biology for a while as usual, and when all the lights were turned off at 11:30, he collected the materials and climbed into bed. Dai You and Wang Gou were still quietly discussing math problems on the bed, while Dou Sheng was seriously drawing on his ipad.

Holding the digital pen in that good-looking hand, he quickly sketched on the lit screen, and the simple and fresh Digimon lines were outlined one by one.

It was pitch black in the dormitory, and Dou Sheng dimmed the light a little. After a while, Xie Lan couldn't help but took out his phone and opened the dialog with Dou Sheng-

Sick: You seem a little too quiet tonight, are you unhappy?

Not long after he sent it, he felt that something poked the pillow, and when he looked up, it was Dou Sheng's pen.

Dou Sheng said in a low voice: "Didn't someone crack the door outside the office? Ask knowingly."

Xie Lan was startled, "You know?"

"I found out as soon as you came." Dou Sheng smiled, "Although cats walk silently, they will feel it after getting along for a long time."

It's weird to say.

Xie Lan paused before saying, "Did your father's incident affect you?"

"I can't say whether it has any impact."

Dou Sheng put away the ipad with a sigh, lay down on the bed, propped his forearm on the pillow, and put his head against Xie Lan's head through a few railings. He whispered: "Usually, I really can't think of it. In previous years, it was just that I would feel a little low around that day. This kind of thing can't be controlled, you understand? But this year is a bit of an exception. I forgot the matter to death, embarrassing, Lao Hu thinks too much, but brought it up to me instead."

He spoke calmly, but Xie Lan still felt a little tearing in his heart when he looked at those eyes with slightly fluctuating light.

It took him a long time before he said: "I agreed to the video of the house dance. Let's dance together, can it make you feel better?"

There was a little light in the eyes of the opposite side, and the corners of Dou Cheng's lips were raised, "That's a good deal, don't go back on your word."

"Well, it's settled." Xie Lan sighed, "Is there anything else that can make you feel better?"

"I am very satisfied if I promise this." Dou Sheng turned over and lay down, paused and said, "The rest is the part of self-healing. I decided to put on the earphones and listen to two violin pieces. Good night Ermao."

"OK, good night."

Xie Lan watched him poke open the music app from above his head, and then Dou Sheng turned his phone slightly, obviously not wanting people to see the playlist.

Xie Lan subconsciously turned over and went back to lie down, no longer looking at his phone.

But when he lay down, he couldn't help being dazed. Dou Sheng seldom hides from him, and usually uses Weibo and private messages in front of him, and he doesn't shy away from it at all.

That frightening movement reminded him of a long time ago, on the night he accompanied Yu Fei to catch the black cat to see a doctor, Dou Sheng mentioned that he had a friend who played the violin, and he "played the violin very well". Say "keep it private, don't share it".

Xie Lan suddenly felt a little subtle, and subconsciously took out his phone-

Sickness: The star you like is not your friend who plays the violin, is it?

The mobile phone above his head vibrated, and then Dou Sheng's movements paused for a while, and it took him a long time to reply-

Doctor Bean: You hit the spot. I forgot to tell you about a friend who plays the violin. What's wrong? -

Sick: It's okay, it's just a sudden thought.

Xie Lan stuffed the phone back under the pillow, turned over, and suddenly felt a little sour.

As the car clearly said, it turned into a lemon essence, and the sour lemon juice dripped down the wrist when squeezed.

Although star chasing is impractical, strictly speaking, it does not pose any threat to him, a person with an impure heart.

However, I was still very upset.

That's a violin, Dou Sheng once told him solemnly, you can't compare with that person who fishes for three days and spends two days drying the net.

Dou Sheng's upright tone that day emerged in his memory, and Xie Lan sat up all of a sudden.

The bed frame rattled.

Dou Sheng was startled, took off the earphones and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Xie Lan stared at him steadfastly, without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Dou Sheng's expression became serious, and he subconsciously stood up, "What did I do wrong?"

"Find a place to practice piano with me." Xie Lan said.

Dou Sheng was stunned: "...now?"

The window on the first floor of the dormitory finally came in handy. There was no teacher to grab it tonight, and it was easy for Xie Lan to turn it out with the piano on his back.

It is sunny during the day, and the weather is good at night. The night sky is dark blue, and there is a gentle wind on the face. Two puffs are transparent from head to toe.

Xie Lan was still a little worried when she pushed open the small door on the roof of the administrative building with her qin on her back, so she turned around and asked, "Is there really no security in this building?"

Dou Sheng couldn't help but sit down on the edge of the building casually, his legs stretched out from the railing and swayed slightly.

"There is no security. This building is usually empty, and there is no one there at night. Everyone is here. Don't worry about playing the piano."

Xie Lan felt relieved when he heard this, and opened the piano case not far away near the railing, carefully coated the piano with rosin, and put it under his neck.

Dou Sheng took out his mobile phone and said with a smile: "The second cat is so beautiful, I will be your photographer."

"No need." Xie Lan glanced at him, then said after a pause, "This is the comforting version of "Butterfly" I changed, and I've never shown it to anyone, you are the first audience, just listen to it. "

Dou Sheng was taken aback when he heard the words, "The comfort version?"

"Yeah." Xie Lan picked up the bow, "I thought of Rafa on the way, try it."

Dou Sheng was a little dazed, for a long time, his eyes softened, and he hummed.

"Then I will concentrate on listening and stop shooting."

Xie Lan took a deep breath and put the bow on the string.

Butterfly was originally an irritating melody. Changing this genre to violin usually amplifies the tragic and moving taste, just like the previous HBlood. But in fact, there is another modification method. If you adjust the tone down by half a step, extract the main melody sound in the fast-paced passage and reinterpret it, it will make it deep and gentle. As the main melody advances, slowly widen the range, Pushing forward the thickness of the bass, the memories of childhood will be presented slowly in the most gentle gesture.

The low and gentle sound of the violin was carried away by the evening wind from the roof of the administrative building. Dou Sheng sat a few meters away from Xie Lan, watching him softly.

The wind blew Xie Lan's hair and clothes slightly to one side, and his eyes fell on the strings, calm and focused. In the past, when Xie Lan played the piano, his feet would sway with the melody. Perhaps today's music is too gentle. He stands firmly in the wind. Only the right hand that draws the bow gently opens and closes, standing or sideways, which affects people's hearts.

In Dou Sheng's impression, this animation was indeed watched by a family of three when they were young. He will never forgive the person who betrayed his family, but very occasionally, he will think of the time when he was a child, before those betrayals happened.

He remembered that he had memorized the Chinese lyrics of Butterfly - I really want to turn into a butterfly and fly high in the breeze, right now, I just want to meet you as soon as possible, put aside the troubles, it doesn't matter if you forget .

When he was a child, he didn't understand how such an explosive song could have such weird lyrics, but now watching Xie Lan playing the piano, everything seemed to be in place suddenly.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips facing the figure of Xie Lan playing the piano, Xie Lan tilted his bow, and the melody changed with a touch of sadness, which flowed quietly in the evening wind. Dou Sheng listened for a long time, couldn't help but turned his head and blinked, pressing down on the hot and sore eye sockets.

After a while, Xie Lan stopped playing the piano, put away the piano and sat down beside him.

Xie Lan asked: "How about using this version to hand in homework for the K card?"

Dou Sheng smiled and hummed, "It can't be too good, the piano will be here tomorrow, and we will come here at night."

"Still here?" Xie Lan was a little surprised, "Didn't you say you want to take a lunch break and go to the lawn?"

Dou Sheng shook his head, "The scene just now was better."

The boy playing the piano in the soft night may be a picture he will never forget.

Xie Lan hesitated for a while before nodding, then said after a pause, "No matter how well that celebrity you like plays the violin, it is unrealistic after all. If you are unhappy, you can only listen to me playing the violin."

Dou Sheng was startled, and turned to look at him, "You dragged me up because of this?"

The wind blew Xie Lan's hair forward, he pushed it back, and said calmly: "It's not all, it's just that you are so pitiful, and the person I like is so far away, so I have to comfort you for her."

Dou Sheng didn't speak for a while, and turned his head with a low smile after a long time.

"Then I received it."

Xie Lan sat by the railing with him and swayed his feet to blow the wind for a while, then suddenly said: "By the way, I suddenly remembered what you said before. Do you really think that person plays the violin much better than me? Seriously?" ?"

"Huh?" Dou Sheng didn't realize when he said this for a while, and turned his head to look at him.

Xie Lan looked a little helpless, "I'm not saying I'm the best, there must be many better than me, but I think, if she is a star, violin should only be regarded as a hobby, right? Actually, my level is still considered among lovers... ..."

"You pull better." Dou Sheng interrupted him.

Xie Lan paused for a moment, a trace of youthful complacency flashed in his black eyes, with a bit of pride that he had known earlier.

But he quickly turned cold and said: "Don't fool me."

"No fooling around."

Dou Sheng smiled faintly, "No one pulls better than you now."

The author has something to say: the keyboardist wrapped his coat tightly in the wind and looked up at the roof.

Can you come down? She said speechlessly: You talk on top of my head in the middle of the night, and you still let me sleep?

On the roof, Tandansheng's two voices paused.

Doudan sighed and climbed down the ladder, followed by Lazy egg.

Doudan came down and said speechlessly: You are in the way.

Indeed a little. The lazy egg added in a low voice.