School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 12 The Violin 3
Violin 3
Hua Xiaoyi lowered her head heavily and sighed.

Because, An Yuxi sat in the first row, and she sat in the last row, and there seemed to be a strait of thousands of miles between them.


"Oh, Xiaoyi, we are sitting too far back, we can't see at all."


Lulu rolled her eyes at Xiaoyi, helplessly holding her fat chin, and sighed deeply.


"Just order it, it's better than standing still."


Xiaoyi's heart was actually more uncomfortable than hers, but being able to see him was a kind of progress, much better than fantasizing in her head.Brother Yuxi is not far ahead.Being able to look at him secretly like this is a rich and happy feeling.


Professor, Hua Xiaoyi couldn't hear what she was talking about, and she didn't want to understand it.


There is only one point of intersection in the eyes, that point of warm brown and yellow.


Unexpectedly, brother Yu Xi dyed his hair brownish-yellow, and the effect would be surprisingly good.


It doesn't feel abrupt and glaring at all, as if it was born like this, noble and pure, just like a prince was born with a white horse, riding all the way, making a ticking sound.


A small piece of paper was sent in front of them and asked them to write something.


However, when the professor read Hua Xiaoyi's name, she was woken up by Lulu. Lulu was so cruel that her arm was pinched red, and the blood vessels inside were about to burst. .

Therefore, Xiaoyi glared at Lulu fiercely.What do you want to do, it hurts to death!

"What are you thinking, the professor has pronounced your name more than a dozen times... Wait, don't say you know me, it's too embarrassing..."

Lulu kept muttering in a low voice.


Ah, is there?God, what am I thinking.


Hua Xiaoyi stood dumbly, but didn't know what happened.


"This classmate, are you calling Hua Xiaoyi?"


The professor spoke.


"Yes, it is."


Xiaoyi nodded, but she didn't know why the music professor asked her to get up.

Hua-Xiao-Yi, these three words made An Yuxi's heart skip a beat.

He turned his head and looked at the girl in the last row in the white dress and blue skirt.Childhood memories are like a source of melting water, slowly gushing out...


"Student Hua Xiaoyi, the question you wrote doesn't seem to be about this class. Now I will read it to everyone..."


I finally know how the world exploded, and now I will explain it to everyone.


"Student Hua Xiaoyi wrote——An Yuxi, you are like a prince in a fairy tale, you will ride a white horse through the dense forest, ride all the way, and come to me with a ticking sound... ..."


what!This is... what is this...


Oh my god, where is the land, let's create a gap.


The audience roared with laughter, but Hua Xiaoyi's mind went blank, like a blank sheet of paper, with light penetrating through it, and there was no cloud in the sky.


"Xiao Yi, I really have you! You sent the love letter to An Yuxi to Professor Jin, but this is really too funny..."


Lulu, under the chair, tugged at the corner of her skirt.

Xiaoyi lowered her head and gave her a hard look. What time is it now? She's still joking.


"Okay, let's take this as the topic now, please write a poem on the spot. If you write well, I will spare you this time..."


The professor stretched out his right hand and made a "please" gesture. An Yuxi, who was sitting in the front row, gently opened the violin case, stood on the podium, and took out the violin with exquisite tattoos. The movement was so elegant that the wind would overwhelm it. Before the bow was opened, there was a sound first, as if intoxicated, Hua Xiaoyi seemed to have smelled a burst of fragrance of flowers, and the roses in the garden were blooming with divine sounds.


Hua Xiaoyi looked at him from a distance, bursting into tears, and finally understood that - there is you first, and then there are butterflies flying; ride a white horse.


The sound of the piano is lingering, pushing away the feelings of the past, the lingering sound is ethereal, like the mist of the early sun, spreading the soft yarn... in the light...

An Yuxi started to play the violin, not wanting to know why, but just wanted to play the violin, watching the girl standing in the distance playing the violin.


All he knew was that when he was playing the violin, there would be butterflies flying past his vision.


The light-colored glass flies past under the sun, like a sensitive elf, shedding petals, the color is as light as orchid.

All he thinks and does now is to get out of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible - he doesn't want her to be hurt by anyone around her.


Hua Xiaoyi followed the sound of his piano, wandering between childhood memories and reality, her whole thoughts followed the sound of the piano, and said softly:


The beautiful fairy forest Yihong the fascinating colors of spring
This is the best place to dream


I stare at Angela's piano

His handsome figure under the sky

Then
princess and prince meet




legend
Encounter an earth-shattering love
Need to practice 500 years

When we're chasing an ancient romance

500 years are just past and present

The color of the piano gradually rises and falls, like the washing and splashing of a waterfall... drenched all over... and feel happy all my life...


it was the wind that opened

that page

Affected the spots on the lake of my heart
quietly retreating in the breeze

spring comes, summer goes to autumn, winter comes
mellow in the long wait

The mellowness of a millennium surprise

The moon is soft and slanting, the water is quiet and the sky is bright
I wear a light gauze, red sleeves and fragrance

Standing in place like a laurel tree

如果
Daphne in mythology

with the sun god apollo

Doomed to regret for life
in the mournful world

miss encounter


Then
Even if no one comes to appreciate and praise
my youth
Even if the years fly by like a white horse

until the fragrance fades away

I still keep it for you
Fragrance

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The lingering sound of the violin still lingers around and refuses to dissipate, flowing like a spring, pouring into the bottom of her heart; Hua Xiaoyi clearly sees the soft smile on An Yuxi's face, and suddenly falls into the lake of her heart, flooding into Disaster, like a feather from heaven, floats on the surface of the water, causing circle after circle of ripples, spreading around continuously...

An Yuxi, do you still remember when you were a child?You said you would give me a pair of crystal slippers.

An Yuxi, do you still remember what happened that day?We are behind the curtain, the wind passes between you and me, the lingering fragrance of flowers, and the bright sunshine of autumn, a butterfly flies into our border.


The sound of the piano stopped, and the applause fell.


The professor took the lead in applauding, and then the whole audience burst into applause.


"The poem you made is not bad. May I ask classmate Hua Xiaoyi, how did you come up with this poem?"


"I... I just read it along with the sound of the piano..."


"Okay, then let me ask another question about today's topic - what is the difference between a musician and a poet?"


"the difference?"


Just kidding, Hua Xiaoyi is really big-headed, and she doesn't study music, how would she know?


I had a grudge against this professor in my previous life, it's okay, I'm always holding on to her.


"Yes, the difference among them?"


Lulu tugged at the corner of her skirt again, whispering, "Just say you don't know..."


Xiaoyi rolled her eyes at Lulu, saying she didn't know, wouldn't I be even more ashamed.


"The most direct difference between a musician and a poet is...that is...one speaks with 'hands' and the other speaks with 'mouths'."


Hua Xiaoyi panicked, and finally, her face flushed, she choked out a complete sentence.


As a result, everyone in the audience burst out laughing.


"What kind of answer is this? It's too ridiculous... It's so ridiculous..."


"This answer is really naive..."


"This person, has he ever studied music... What are you talking about..."


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At this moment, Lulu laughed loudest: "Haha... I told you everything, but I just said I don't know. See what answer you said. Sit down quickly, Xiaoyi, sit down ..."


Now Xiaoyi really wants to find a piece of tofu and kill her.


Suddenly, the people in front were so noisy, they were talking, and kept saying:

……

"Hmph, to answer such a naive answer, how can such a stupid person be worthy of An Yuxi..."


"Yes, yes, go away quickly, you are too shameless, and you are not worthy of writing a love letter to our Prince An Yuxi..."

"What a shame, I heard that she is Hua Xiaoyi, the prodigal daughter!"

The girls in the first few rows all turned their heads and hated her.

"Hmph, it's this prodigal girl who angered our Prince An Xihao. Really, it's too much to break our prince's things every day!"

The crowd in front became more and more excited, and their words were as cold as the light of a knife.

"How can she still have the face to write a love letter to our Prince An Yuxi, she is such a bastard, drive her out!"


"Get out! Get out! Get out! . . . "


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why?

Why?Why are there such mocking voices all around, the wind blowing in autumn is so cold, so cold, so cold...


At this moment, Hua Xiaoyi felt extremely uncomfortable, and only felt: the surroundings were blurred, the soles of her feet were cold, and she was breathing air-conditioning; her feet were trembling constantly, and her arms were trembling uncontrollably; but her face was like a volcano erupting, unusually hot, and her eyes were hot. Bursts of mist rose from within, condensing into small water droplets, which were about to drip down in an instant...

(End of this chapter)