After saying goodbye to Xue Hairuo, Xia Yufeng locked his car and began to wander around the school that was full of artistic atmosphere. Looking at the university in front of him, Xia Yufeng couldn't help but think of the school he had just left and his beautiful university life.
He didn't know how his brothers in the dormitory were doing. Xia Yufeng hadn't contacted them since he came out from home last time. He didn't tell them when he changed his phone number in Shen Zhen. In Xia Yufeng's heart, he really wanted to tell them and keep in touch with them. However, he was stubborn and didn't allow his inferiority and pity to be exposed in the eyes of the people he cared about.
He was a person who was afraid of trouble. He especially did not want to trouble others, and he did not want them to see him when he was at his most helpless and embarrassed. He had to bear his own grievances.
As Xia Yufeng thought about it, he wandered aimlessly and arrived at the outdoor basketball court in the blink of an eye. He stood at the edge of the field and watched them, his face full of joy and nostalgia.
Xia Yufeng especially loved sports. He didn't have much interest in football, but basketball was his true love. He had been obsessed with it from junior high school to university. Relying on his long-term Taekwondo training and his 1.85-meter height, Xia Yufeng played as a striker. He could be considered an influential figure on the basketball court in school. He was just short of entering the school team.
Obviously, these people in front of him did not look like much. Their offense was not clean enough, and their defense was useless. The two groups of people mostly ran back and forth on the field. But thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal. It was a music academy, and everyone studied art. How could they be good at basketball?
After watching for a while, he was about to leave when a ball rolled to Xia Yufeng's feet. Several people in the field were shouting for him to throw it over. Xia Yufeng bent down to pick up the ball, aimed it a little, opened his hand and threw it. The ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then with a whoosh, it entered the net. Then, the people on the field and the spectators on the sidelines stared at him with wide eyes in surprise.
"Hey, bro, which faculty are you from? Come and play together!”A boy wearing a black elbow guard shouted at Xia Yufeng.
"I'm not from this school. I'm here to do something. You guys continue playing.”Xia Yufeng also shouted at him.
After such a small episode, Xia Yufeng's originally depressed mood was much better. He walked along the court towards the teaching building. Gradually, Xia Yufeng heard the faint sound of a piano. He followed the sound and found that it came from a room on the second floor of a building marked "Comprehensive Building".
Xia Yufeng stood downstairs and listened quietly. This tune was very graceful, and it made people involuntarily start reminiscing. After the song, Xia Yufeng thought to himself, how nice it would be if the love songs he wrote could be composed to such a beautiful tune.
At this time, Xia Yufeng's cell phone rang. It was Xue Hairuo calling to say that she could go back. Xia Yufeng hung up the phone and hurriedly turned around to run back to the girls 'dormitory. Then, he drove Xue Hairuo home.
" Xiao Xia, I won't go out in the afternoon. You can go back and pick me up tomorrow morning," Xia Yufeng replied and drove back. Fortunately, the road from Aunt Lan's house to this place was easy to recognize. It only took a few turns. Otherwise, Xia Yufeng really couldn't find his way home.
Auntie Lan's house couldn't park because the alley was too small to pass through. Xia Yufeng could only park the car in the parking lot of the Imperial Hotel, lock the steering wheel, get out of the car, set the alarm, and turn around to go home. He got off work a little early today, hehe.
Meanwhile, Xu Yewei and Zhou Qian, who had just returned from home yesterday, were having a music theory class.
A middle-aged female professor with black-rimmed glasses was giving a lecture on the podium. Xu Yewei was deep in thought as she read a manuscript. She had secretly copied it down when Xia Yufeng went out to look for a job on Sunday. She liked this poem very much. It not only gave her a visual impact, but also shocked her heart. This was because she had already finished writing a song, but she had not been able to find a suitable lyrics. She had also written a few songs, but they were barely satisfactory.
"That's all for today's class. After you go back, contact each other more.”The female professor with black-rimmed glasses closed her book and said to everyone.
" Weiwei, what are you doing? Why are you in a daze? Class is over. Let's go!" Zhou Qian ran over to Xu Yewei as soon as the professor left.
"I'm fine. I'm just worried about the original music competition next month. You know, there's less than fifteen days left.”Xu Yewei sighed. In last year's original music competition, she had only come in second place, losing to Su Li's "The Decision of Tears." Actually, it wasn't that Xu Yewei's singing was bad. It was just that her composition wasn't perfect and she didn't put enough emotion into the song. In the end, she lost.
And Su Li's "The Decision of Tears" had vividly and beautifully portrayed the story of his breakup with his girlfriend. Coupled with his deep singing voice, it would be difficult not to move people's hearts.
A song had an element that moved people. The song was crucial, but the lyrics were even more important. Usually, the audience would listen to the song first, and then feel the soul of the song according to the lyrics. It was obvious that the lyrics were the bridge between the song and the audience. The audience knew the story expressed by the song according to the lyrics, and then sublimated it through the story. With the song, they could achieve the deepest and greatest understanding.
" Alright, don't think about it anymore. I saw you play a good song a few days ago. You should be able to use the next fifteen days to write your lyrics. Let's go eat," Zhou Qian said as she shook Xu Yewei's shoulder.
Xu Yewei sighed again. She packed her things and left the classroom with Zhou Qian.
Xia Yufeng returned home, but Auntie Lan was not home yet. She looked at her watch and saw that it was only 11 o'clock. She sat in the living room and started watching TV.
Auntie Lan returned half an hour later. "Eh? Why are you back? Didn't you go to work?”Auntie Lan asked in surprise when she saw Xia Yufeng watching TV in the living room.
"He's at work. There's not much to do today, so the boss asked him to come back.”Xia Yufeng didn't want to explain too much and just brushed it off.
"Oh, looks like your job is very easy. Alright, you watch TV. I'll go cook.”After saying that, she went into the kitchen. Xia Yufeng had wanted to tell her that he would move out in a few days, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. He would wait until things stabilized. That way, it would be more stable.
A day passed just like that. At night, Xia Yufeng didn't watch soap operas with Auntie Lan. Instead, he sat alone in his room, staring blankly at his laptop. Looking out the window, the quiet night, the moonlight was like water. Unknowingly, the bright moonlight wet Xia Yufeng's complicated thoughts in front of the window, and then it rippled in his heart, and he remained silent.
Perhaps only the quiet darkness of the night could bring him some peace of mind in this quiet and unfamiliar city. Everything else felt strange to him.
Xia Yufeng thought about it like this, and the more he thought about it, the deeper it became. Every time his thoughts fell into a muddy state, it was as if there would always be an unexplainable sound in his ears. The extremely distant was also extremely close, and the extremely loud was also extremely subtle. Like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves in spring, like wild horses running on the plains, like mountain springs whimpering, like surging waves.
It was undeniable that every time night fell, Xia Yufeng could not help but fall into the net he had woven for himself. He tried his best to break free and mend it at the same time.
He didn't know when it would start, nor did he know when it would end.
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