The second day after I changed to my deskmate, people in the class would always look at her with the same look, especially when they saw me and her chatting happily, the look became even stronger. They were all talking in low voices.

, but she didn’t seem to care about this, and she was still laughing and joking with me as usual. Of course, she would also often give me lectures and solve the difficulties I encountered in my study. For a while, I seemed to have found something new again.

An indescribable joy.

"Tomorrow will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday..." This was a song I liked at the time. During one lunch break, I came early, with the music from cycling still filling my ears.

I saw no one was around, so I started humming along with the music. Then the sound got louder and louder, so I just started singing. When I came to my senses, I found that there were many students in the class, including Jing of course.

Snow. I took off my earphones and stared at each other for two seconds. Suddenly everyone in the room started laughing. The situation was very embarrassing, and I lowered my head in embarrassment and smiled.

But she didn't seem to be smiling, or her smile was a kind of smile. It was as if she saw the tranquility of green mountains and green waters, or the turbulence of the sea. She just looked at me. When I saw her, she

She put away her previous expression and said, "Can't you tell, you sing quite nicely! Do you also like music?"

I nodded. This time, I didn't show off my skills as usual, but was still immersed in her expression just now. "Have you ever heard of folk songs? For example, songs by Song Dongye?" she asked me expectantly.

.

But I shook my head and said that I had never been exposed to folk music. She seemed a little disappointed, but soon she took out a pen from her pencil case and tore off a sticky note.

There was something written on it. After writing it, he folded it into a small square and handed it to me, asking me to open it and take a look. I thought it was a bit unnecessary, so why not just give it to me? After opening it, I found that it was

There are four song titles.

"Zebra Zebra", "Anhe Bridge", "Miss Dong", "Pigeon", I still can't imitate her handwriting. She writes the kind of round-stroke calligraphy commonly used by adults, but I can only write in one stroke.

One Stroke, although not very pretty, is somewhat recognizable and relatively neat. I think her handwriting is better looking than mine. Maybe it’s because I prefer that kind of font. It’s steady but a little elegant. Look.

It seems concentrated but also has a sense of elegance.

"What is this?" I have never heard those songs, so naturally I don't know what they are. "These are songs that I think are pretty good. You must go back and listen to them. Of course, if you can learn them, you can become a singer in the future."

My mobile song table is now!" She said with some joy. I held the piece of paper, and she took out a red pen, came over and drew a wavy line under "Anhe Bridge" on the piece of paper.

, "This is my favorite song, it's so nice! Take it and treat it as a gift from me to you, your big brother! Hahaha!"

I held that note as if I were holding a key, opening up the softest place in a boy's heart and the sweetness he had never experienced before. That boy was happier than that girl that day, and he would definitely be

Go listen to the music that he has never been exposed to before, and see what kind of exciting natural sounds can make her like it so much. When I got home that night, the first thing I did was to take out my mobile phone and search for ""

"Anhe Bridge" song, plugged in the headphones, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and listened to the song quietly.

First there was the rhythm of an African drum, followed by the long sound of the bass in the silence, and then the deep, thick voice of the singer named Song Dongye. Let me look at you again, from south to north, like being surrounded by five rings.

Lu blindfolded eyes, please tell me again, about that day, the girl holding the box and the man wiping sweat... I know that in this world, there are too many regrets every day, so hello, goodbye. When

When the matouqin played in the interlude, I actually shed a tear. It slipped from my temples along my closed eyes and soaked my pillow. The hairs on my body stood up. How could it sound so good?

melody!

There was a lot of sadness in the melodiousness. I seemed to see a picture. I was alone, sitting in a desert Gobi. I couldn't see the end of the world from a distance. I could only see the horizon in the distance and the sun that was about to set.

, I didn’t want the darkness, so I ran towards the last sunset, but it seemed that I couldn’t reach the end no matter how I ran. Waves of loneliness and helplessness swept through my body, until finally, I collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly.

The darkness swallowed me up.

I didn't expect that just a few simple strums of the guitar, the vibrato of the matouqur, and the simple rhythm of the African drum could have such great power. The melody was engraved into my bones and soul.

.I suddenly felt a hint of self-discovery

It’s really sad. What kind of person is she? How could she like this kind of song? Does she also have a story that I don’t know?

I don't know, but the most important thing is that she likes it, and I also like this kind of song. That night, I kept playing the song, and it didn't take long for me to learn the song. So I looked it up online.

After looking up the meaning of the lyrics, it turns out that this song was written by Song Dongye to commemorate her grandmother. The "girl holding a box" is her grandmother, and his nickname is also called Box. But I put this song

A song about family love and feeling about the ruthless years has been interpreted as a song to commemorate the lost love. That’s right, whether it is love or family affection in this world, there is only one reason for sadness, it is just separation.

Early the next morning, I came to school early as before, singing the song "Anhe Bridge" over and over again, and then took out my headphones and listened repeatedly to the interlude of the Morin Fhuur that fascinated me. The time finally arrived.

After the first class, when all the students had gone out, I started singing quietly.

"I know that those summers, just like youth, can't be brought back. Instead of dreams, we can only do it reluctantly..." I noticed her reaction. She first wanted to ask me what that person was mumbling about.

, but she stopped, probably because she heard the melody I was humming, so she moved her stool towards me, like a kitten, turned her head over, and got a little close, so close that I could vaguely hear it.

Hearing her slight breathing, I pretended to be calm and pretended I didn't notice her approaching, and continued singing a cappella until the song ended.

"What are you doing here to listen to the excitement?" I said with a deliberate smile. Only then did she react, as if she was a little shy, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "No! I just heard a fool humming over there.

, I just came to listen to what this fool was singing nonsense! But don’t tell me, that fool sang quite nicely, so I couldn’t help but listen to it for a while. Hahahahaha!”

After saying that, she seemed to amuse herself again. Seeing her so happy, all the unhappiness and haze in my heart had long disappeared. I opened a small compartment in the pencil case and looked at the picture with the song written inside.
Chapter completed!