Chapter 15 Inexplicable Network

After saying goodbye to Xue Hairuo, Xia Yufeng locked the car and began to wander in this school full of artistic atmosphere. Looking at the institution of higher learning in front of him, Xia Yufeng couldn't help but think of the school he had just left and his beautiful college life.

I don't know what happened to the brothers in the dormitory. Xia Yufeng has only not contacted them since he came out of his home last time. After arriving in Shenzhen, he changed his number and didn't tell them. In Xia Yufeng's heart, he actually wanted to tell them to keep in touch with them, but he was stubborn and did not allow his humble and pitiful ** naked. It is manifested in the eyes of those who care and care about themselves.

He is a person who is afraid of trouble, especially doesn't want to bother others, let alone let them see it when he is most helpless and embarrassed. I suffer from my own grievances.

While thinking about it, Xia Yufeng walked aimlessly and came to the outdoor basketball court in a blink of an eye. He stood on the edge of the court and looked at them with joy and nostalgia.

Xia Yufeng loves sports very much. He doesn't have much interest in football, but basketball is his favorite. He has been obsessed with it from junior high school to college. With the flexibility created by his long taekwondo training and his height of 1.85 meters, Xia Yufeng played the forward position. At school, he can also be regarded as a popular figure on the basketball court, but he almost didn't make it into the school team.

Obviously, the people in front of them don't look good, and the attack is not clean enough. This defense is useless. What the two groups of people do most on the field is to run back and forth. But it doesn't matter if you think about it. In the Conservatory of Music, they all study art. How many people are good at basketball?

When he looked at it for a while and was about to leave, a ball rolled at Xia Yufeng's feet, and several people on the field were shouting for him to throw it. Xia Yufeng bent down to pick up the ball, aimed a little, and threw it with his hand. The ball crossed a beautiful parabola in the air, and then "sw" hollow into the net. Then the people on the court and the people watching on the court stared at him in surprise.

"Hey, buddy, which department are you from? Let's play together!" A boy wearing a black elbow guard in front said loudly to Xia Yufeng.

"I'm not from this school. Come here to do something. You can continue to play." Xia Yufeng also said to him in a loud voice.

After such a small episode, Xia Yufeng was in a better mood and walked along the court to the direction of the teaching building. Gradually, Xia Yufeng heard a faint piano sound, looked for the sound, and found that it came from a room on the second floor marked "Comprehensive Building".

Xia Yufeng stood downstairs and listened quietly. This tune is so graceful that people can't help but start to recall. After a song, Xia Yufeng thought, how nice it would be when those love songs he wrote could be composed such beautiful songs.

At this time, Xia Yufeng's mobile phone rang. Xue Hairuo called and said that he could go back. Xia Yufeng hung up the phone and hurriedly turned around and ran to the girls' dormitory. Then he took Xue Hairuo home.

"Xia, I won't go out in the afternoon. You can go back and pick me up tomorrow morning." Xia Yufeng answered and drove back. Fortunately, the road to Aunt Lan's house is quite recognizable. As long as you turn a few corners, otherwise Xia Yufeng really can't find the way home.

Aunt Lan's house couldn't park because the alley was too small to pass. Xia Yufeng had to park his car in the parking lot of the Imperial Hotel, lock the steering wheel, get out of the car, set up the alarm, and then turn home. I got off work a little early today, hehe.

At this time, at the other end, Xu Yewei and Zhou Qian, who just returned to school from home yesterday, are taking a music theory class.

A middle-aged female professor with black-framed glasses was giving a lecture with relish on the podium. Xu Yewei was thinking about a manuscript below, which she secretly copied on Sunday when Xia Yufeng went out to find a job. She likes this word very much, which brings her not only visual impact, but also inner shock. Because she has a song that has been done early, but she has not been able to find a suitable song, and she has also written several capitals that are unsatisfactory.

"That's all for today's class. After you go back, you can contact more and finish the class!" The female professor with black-framed glasses closed the book and said to everyone.

"Weiwei, what are you doing? Why are you in a daze? Let's go after class." As soon as the professor left, Zhou Qian ran over and said to Xu Yewei, who was stunned there.

"I'm fine. I'm just worried about the original music competition next month. As you know, there are less than 15 days left." Xu Ye sighed slightly and said. She only won the second place in last year's original music competition and lost to Su Li's "Decision of Tears". In fact, it was not Xu Yewei's poor singing, but her work was not perfect, and her emotional investment in the song was not enough, and she was defeated.

And Su Li's "Decision of Tears" vividly interprets the story of his breakup with his girlfriend, and it is difficult not to touch people's hearts with his rich singing.

A song, a touching element, the song is very important, but the lyrics are more important. Usually, the audience listens to the song first, recognizes the song, and then feels the soul of the song according to the lyrics. Obviously, the word is a bridge that resonates with the song and the audience. The audience knows the story expressed by the song based on the words, and then sublimates it again through the story, with the song to achieve the deepest level and maximum understanding.

"Well, don't think about it. The song you played a few days ago was very good. It should be no problem to fill in the lyrics well in these 15 days. Let's go and go to dinner," Zhou Qian shook Xu Yewei's shoulder and said to her.

Xu Yewei sighed again, packed up and went out of the classroom with Zhou Qian.

Xia Yufeng returned home, but Aunt Lan hasn't come home yet. When I looked at my watch at 11 o'clock, I sat in the living room and watched TV.

Half an hour later, Aunt Lan came back. Alas? Why did you come back? Didn't you go to work? As soon as Aunt Lan entered the door and found Xia Yufeng watching TV in the living room, she asked in surprise.

"I'm at work. I'm not busy today, so the boss let me come back." Xia Yufeng didn't want to explain too much.

"Oh, it seems that your work is very easy. OK, you can watch TV and I'll cook." After saying that, I went into the kitchen. Xia Yufeng originally wanted to tell her about moving out of here for a few days, but she still didn't say anything. Let's talk about it when things are stable, so that it will be more stable.

The day went by like this. In the evening, Xia Yufeng did not watch soap TV series with Aunt Lan, but sat alone in the room holding the notebook in a daze. Looking out of the window, the quiet night, the moon is as bright as water. Unconsciously, the bright moonlight wet Xia Yufeng's complicated thoughts in front of the window, and then spread like ripples in his heart, and he always remained silent.

Only in this quiet and strange city, perhaps only the quiet darkness of the night can bring him a little inner peace, and everything else makes him feel strange.

Xia Yufeng thought like this, and the deeper he thought, and every time his thoughts fell into a mud state, there seemed to be an unsearchable sound in his ears, which was far and extremely close, and the extremely large and very subtle. Like spring silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, like wild horses running on the plain, like mountain springs whimpering, like waves surging.

It is undeniable that whenever night falls, Xia Yufeng can't help falling into the net he weaves for himself, trying to break free while trying to mend it.

I don't know when it will start, let alone when it will end.