"Wu Ming." Jiang Cheng sat on the piano bench.

"I haven't heard it before," Wang Xu was stunned, but soon leaned on the piano with anticipation, "Play it, let me listen. Maybe I'll hear it, I don't know it's called Wuming."

"You must have never heard of it." The moment Jiang Cheng put his hand on the keys, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling spread rapidly from his fingertips.

How long has it been, he hasn't even looked at the piano again.

The black and white in front of me was intertwined, and I couldn't tell what it felt like when my fingertips touched it.

He was stunned for a long time and didn't move.

"No, Jiang Cheng," Wang Xu frowned and looked at him, "You're not a fucking liar, are you? You really know how to play?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, said nothing, his fingers passed over the keys, climbed a scale, and moved his fingers to regain his previous feeling.

"It looks a bit like that," Wang Xu nodded, as if he was relieved, "To be honest, you really don't look like a piano player, why don't you come first with the little star?"

"Or why don't you go out first?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, "Why don't you go out and talk to someone first?"

Wang Xu didn't say anything anymore and shut up.

Jiang Cheng stared at his fingers, took a breath, closed his eyes and vomited it out, and his fingertips fell on the keys. This note made him quickly enter the picture that Gu Fei used music to draw.

I step on the air and I'm about to fly

I am confused upwards, I am downwards and I hear you say that the world is empty

You say one, two, three, break the past and die

The wind blows, the broken way back, have you seen me singing, you say one, two, three, turn around, you listen to the panic of being erased

Jiang Cheng didn't read the score, and the song was not long. He just wrote the score based on his memory, so he could basically play it out by closing his eyes.

He doesn't like piano. Every time the unique touch of the keys conveyed from his fingertips, his mind is filled with memories full of boredom and gradually becoming numb.

But today is different. Maybe it is because the melody between your fingers carries Gu Fei's breath, or maybe it is because I am sitting here, my mood has changed.

He sank into the notes.

Even if he played a few notes incorrectly, it did not affect his mood.

When he left the key after playing the last sound of his finger, he stared at Heibai for a long time without moving.

A warm applause suddenly came from behind. Jiang Cheng was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw Lao Xu standing at the door of the music classroom with an excited expression on his face.

"Fuck Mr. Xu, why are you here?" Wang Xu was also startled, but immediately applauded, "Good sound! Jiang Cheng, you are so surprised, so surprised! I really didn't expect it! So nice!"

"What kind of song is this?" Old Xu walked over, "It seems that he has never heard it before."

"You haven't heard any songs, have you?" Wang Xu seemed to suddenly find a sense of superiority.

"Then tell me what kind of song is this?" Old Xu asked Wang Xu modestly.

"This song is called Wuming!" Wang Xu said and looked at Jiang Cheng, "Hey, Jiang Cheng, would you introduce it to Lao Xu?"

"Wu Ming?" Old Xu was stunned, "Is there any piano music called this name? Who is the composition?"

"That" Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, feeling that it seemed a bit too perfunctory to just make a "nameless" directly, but he didn't want to ask Gu Fei, "The name has not been decided yet."

"Not sure?" Wang Xu was also stunned. After a while, he said, "You can't write this song yourself, right? Fuck me?"

"No, no, no," Jiang Cheng waved his hand quickly, "No, me."

"Why has the name not been decided yet?" Old Xu asked again.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Gu Fei's temper was really not sure if it was just right to say it.

"Practice first," he did not answer Lao Xu's question, "I'll tell you later."

"Hey!" Wang Xu shouted in dissatisfaction, "I want to avoid me again, right?"

"Ah?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"It's not me that I'm saying, Jiang Cheng, you're really okay, I'll go to the bathroom," Wang Xu turned around with dissatisfaction and walked out of the classroom. "Tell me privately to Mr. Xu, my partner is still a partner. It's not that good enough to avoid me in everything."

Jiang Cheng looked at his back and opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Did you write it yourself?" Lao Xu sat next to him with some excitement.

"It's really not." Jiang Cheng looked at Lao Xu.

"Who wrote that?" Lao Xu also looked at him expectantly.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, and after a while, he said, "If you want to report a program, just write the arrangement song."

"Is it Gu Fei?" Old Xu was silent for a while, and suddenly asked hesitantly.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared at him in surprise.

"Yes? Yes!" Old Xu also stared at him, "I know this kid played a band in junior high school, but I never asked him, this kid's personality is too difficult to communicate, too difficult to communicate."

"No," Jiang Cheng was still surprised, "How do you know he is playing in a band?"

"Every student of you," Lao Xu sighed, "I will work hard to understand, so that I can be responsible for every student. This is what Gu Fei's mother told me, otherwise I wouldn't know that he can play guitar."

Jiang Cheng didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he remained silent.

"Gu Fei is a very good child, but it's too difficult to communicate. My class teacher is also quite a failure," Lao Xu suddenly reached out and ticked the keys with a little sadness. "Everyone said that you should not give up any student, but it's difficult to hold every student. Just like Gu Fei, I circled around him, and couldn't communicate well with him."

Jiang Cheng still didn't say anything. This time he really didn't know what to say. Old Xu was surprised to say such words to a student, and he was a little embarrassed and moved.

"I've seen the photos taken by Gu Fei," said Lao Xu. "What a talented child, so talented, it's a pity to give up on himself."

Jiang Cheng still didn't know what to say, but just sighed softly with Lao Xu.

When Wang Xu returned to the music classroom, Lao Xu stood up and sat on the chair next to him: "You guys practice, I'll listen."

"I don't know the score yet," Wang Xu took his guitar. After going to the toilet, his discomfort disappeared. When he picked up the guitar, he returned to his excitement. "Jiang Cheng, just play the chords and tell me where to go."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng took out the score he wrote, marked the chord for Wang Xu, and then popped it out for him.

Wang Xu must be half serious in class at this moment, and I guess Old Xu can cry on the spot.

After writing down his own part, he tried to play it twice: "Is that what it means?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Go for a while."

When Wang Xu's guitar came out with the sound of the piano, Lao Xu stood up in surprise and walked to the piano to stand next to the piano.

After a few subsections, Jiang Cheng stuck the card, stopped, and took the score and changed it.

"Damn," Wang Xu gently plucked the guitar strings a few times, "I have the illusion that I am a master."

"I am." Jiang Cheng said.

Wang Xu was happy for a long time: "Jiang Cheng, I find that you are very thick-skinned sometimes."

"I have the capital." Jiang Cheng glanced at him.

"Damn, can you be more modest?" Wang Xu looked at him, "Why would I say anything more if you do this?"

"You can't say it," Jiang Cheng put the modified score on the set, "try it again."

Wang Xu failed as a class bully, but as an ensembler, he was pretty good and reacted quickly enough. Except for the occasional slowdown in the guitar, he did not make any mistakes in his own part.

"How is it!" Wang Xu waved his arm when he came out of the music classroom, "How do you think!"

"Yeah, it's pretty good." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"I'm thirsty, I'll buy a drink and bring you a bottle?" Wang Xu said, "What are you drinking?"

"Huang Xiaoming," said Jiang Cheng, "thank you."

"What does Mr. Xu drink?" Wang Xu looked at Old Xu.

"I'll go back to the office to have tea," said Lao Xu. "I can't get used to those drinks of you. I'll have sweet mouths after a while."

After Wang Xu went to buy drinks, Jiang Cheng and Lao Xu walked to the classroom together. When Lao Xu was about to return to the office, Jiang Cheng called him: "Mr. Xu."

"What's the matter?" Lao Xu turned around.

"Arranging the music, playing Jiang Cheng, guitar Wang Xu," Jiang Cheng said, "That's fine. I'll think about the name of the song again, I'll tell you these two days."

"Oh," Lao Xu nodded, and could see a little disappointed, "Okay."

Jiang Cheng put his hand into his pocket and slowly shook his way into the classroom.

What is the name of the song?

The melody is a little confused and depressed, and the words also feel the same. When listening, people feel the urge to wave hard and break the imprisonment wrapped around them.

When he was writing the score, some were not remembered clearly, some were too depressing. When he was playing the song, he subconsciously pressed heavily towards the keys, trying to raise them and shout out loud.

I think

In your eyes

Run wildly

I think

A look

Just get old
Chapter completed!