Sometimes, I really want to go back to the past, to those days that brought me joy and excellence, and to review every person who appears in my memory, every word they say, and everything they do.

things, even those people who have only crossed paths with me, I have to ask their names clearly, so that all the best aspects of them can be sealed in my mind and become the most beautiful things in my life.

time.

However, I didn't. Because at the time I wouldn't have realized how precious these were, just like she was to me.

In the depth of winter, in December, the city has already piled up with white snow. Pedestrians coming and going are wrapped in thick luggage and breathing out of their mouths. They are busy here, each living silently for their own future. I carry

The black leather bag filled with music scores was also shuttled through the city like them. Snowflakes were floating in the gray sky. Looking up, I couldn't see where the snowflakes came from, but I had the illusion of traveling through the Milky Way and traveling through the universe.

I followed the route in my memory to the teacher's recording studio. When I opened the door, a warm breath hit my face. It turned out that everyone was already waiting there. I left half an hour early, and it only took ten minutes on the road.

, I originally thought that I might be the first, but I never thought that they would come earlier than me. Each of them had already made preparations for recording with their own instruments.

The teacher was also very happy. After all, this was a proud moment for him. The students he taught could also excel in this way. He asked us to play together before recording, and he was immediately impressed by the music I adapted. He originally thought that the effect might not be very good.

But I didn't expect that just a few simple instruments can express the feeling of a music scene. Then, we entered the recording studio one by one to record.

The first thing to start is the guitar. The teacher’s equipment is very professional. There are special microphones for recording each instrument. The guitar does not need to enter the recording studio. You only need to plug in a cable to connect the guitar and the converter on the computer. In order to improve your music.

The teacher also specifically asked me to sing "The Emotion of the Hands" to match her performance, very quickly, over and over again, from the initial plucking to the final overtone, without any regrets. The next recording required a recording studio.

The African drum was recorded first with the guitar, followed by the cello, clarinet, and bass. After a simple tuning, it was my turn.

"Start when you're ready, three, two, one." The teacher's voice came from the thick headphones. After I nodded, the music started playing in the headphones. After all, it was the effect of being in a recording studio.

All the timbres were much better than I imagined. I closed my eyes, and that picture appeared in my mind again, that wilderness, that sun, that boy chasing the light in despair...

I tried my best to bring my emotions to the extreme, and I also tried my best to make this time

The recording was treated as a performance, just like she was listening silently by my side. I held the second stage with one hand and held the microphone tightly during the song. All my inner emotions were recorded in the recording studio.

Soon, all the recording work was completed, and then it was the teacher's job to do the final post-processing of our recording. The teacher was very happy because he did not expect that we could do it over and over again, which saved a lot of things.

I gave the money to the teacher and said goodbye. It would only take a week for me to pick up my work. Naturally, I was full of expectations.

However, life is like joking. We are about to separate. That is, the day after the recording, there was another major seat change in the class. This time, she did not let me plead with the teacher or have any requirements for seats, or

He said there was only one requirement, as long as he didn't sit at the same table as me, anyone could do it. The teacher showed the new seating chart on a projector. We were indeed separated, and very far apart. We were basically at opposite corners of the classroom.

I was holding my schoolbag and packing my things silently. My mind went blank. I felt that I should have said a lot of things at that time, or I would have run to the office crazily to make terms with the teacher again, or I would have

In front of many people, he asked her why she didn't want to accept me. However, the truest part of me didn't do that. He told me to stay calm and told me that no matter what happens, I should bear it myself. I am not hers.

Human being, she is free and innocent.

Yes, she is free. She should go where she likes to go, even though it is not next to you.

I have very few things, just some books for class and some notebooks. After packing them up, I stood up my schoolbag and sat in my seat blankly. She was still packing and didn't raise her head to talk to me.

Let me say a word, because I know that this request to change seats may be something she went to talk to the teacher about. I just looked at her, and she was still the same as before, as gentle and charming, but there seemed to be something missing on her face.

She lost her previous smile and returned to her original aloofness.

"Jingxue, I have some news for you." I finally broke the silence.

She finally raised her head and looked at me, and I noticed that there seemed to be something different in her originally clear eyes. She still didn't smile, she just had the same expression as when we first met, waiting for what I would say next.

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"I might be famous." She felt so calm, and she didn't laugh at my ridiculous joke like before, and then laughed at me wantonly. She just raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and then said: "What's wrong with you?

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"Do you still remember the time you let me go before? Let me tell you, I remember it, but I don't remember the faults of villains. I think the effect of our performance was quite good, so

We went to record, and I plan to get the song and release it this weekend!" I remember that I tried my best to hide the pain in my heart, pretending to be happy and talking to him, but in the end I didn't tell her that I was recording.

the true purpose.

"That's great. I will definitely listen to you when you post it, and I will definitely not let you go this time." I seemed to not recognize her anymore, but she was still very calm, which was a bit disappointing.

"Then it's settled, old classmate, then goodbye!" My tears seemed to be about to flow out, but I was still smiling, and finally said goodbye. I don't remember when I finished saying this.

What was her expression like when I said this, because after I finished saying this, I didn’t look back, put on my schoolbag, turned around, waved, and left.

Maybe as Xue Zhiqian sang, I am an actor. On a specific occasion, I speak specific lines, turn around and bury all my expressions deep in my heart, because I cannot let the audience notice this.

Otherwise, my performance will be a failure. But it seems that I am not a good actor from beginning to end, and she can always let her see my flaws. This time, even I can hear the trembling in my voice when I say those words.

How could I not hear it, but she should be a good actress, because she interprets all the aloofness and calmness so realistically that it makes people a little scared, as if it is true, as if I have never

It's like I never knew her...

In this way, I spent a week in confusion. At the weekend, I got my recording files as agreed. When I sent these to the band members, they were also very moved and kept saying that this recording studio is not good.

Same, I will definitely rehearse more songs in the future and try to release an album or something. I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad, so with this complicated mood, I uploaded this song to NetEase Cloud Music.

Then I shared this link in the space in the name of the 6:30 band, and there was a burst of crazy comments and reposts, because they liked this song as much as I did and were very optimistic about my band.

, my band became the most famous among all middle school bands. One song received more than 3,000 retweets. Of course, the first person to repost it was her, Fan Jingxue. This time, she did not miss the promise.

I don't know whether I should be happy or sad. What if I lost her and won the world? I was lost for a moment. I never thought that the music that was originally used to open the door to her heart would now become a way to say goodbye.

Song, I originally saw the light of day, but I never thought that that ray of light before the final darkness came. After giving me hope, it also made me despair, making me completely lose everything and become a loser.
Chapter completed!