The self-cultivation of the general attack

After the irrelevant courtesies and pleasantries, the huge office fell into an inevitable silence.

"Then, Uncle Long...can I take a stroll around the school?" Bai Xiumo stood up, speaking casually and politely.

"Oh, of course. Well, although it's the weekend, there are still many students staying at school, as long as you don't disturb their daily routines, it's fine."

"Xiaomo, I won't accompany you if I have something else to do. Have fun by yourself..."

Long Hao smiled kindly, and issued the eviction order without leaving a trace.

"Ye Ya, do you have any other plans for the morning?" The door of the principal's office was completely closed, and the young man no longer had a gentle and jade-like image, and returned to the elite-style indifference that prevailed in the mall.

"No, it's just that there is a dinner for Yuan's Group tonight." Ye Ya pushed his sunglasses, and stopped in his tracks following Bai Xiumo's gesture.

"Then, master, I will pick you up in the afternoon."

"Um……"

Bai Xiumo walked up to the 7th floor by himself, walking slowly without haste.

High school... At his current age, he should be in the second year of high school... After thinking for a while, the boy's slender fingers stopped on a side of the glass.

The room inside the glass was occupied by a huge black grand piano, which looked like a cheap item, not at all comparable to the expensive piano at home.

It's just... It's been a long time since I touched the piano again...

The top floor of the teaching building of the second high school is the territory of the student union, and the return period does not come often.

Here, I often go to the rooftop on the top floor, which is different from the small rooftop in the apartment.On the roof of the school is a green and well-manicured lawn, which makes people feel very comfortable.

It was the same this time, Ji Guiqi passed directly to the seventh floor, but the moment he stepped onto the eighth floor, which was the rooftop, he heard a piece of fragmented piano music.

I have to admit that the tone is beautiful, more attractive than the lawn on the roof, and then Ji Guiqi saw someone who was closer to a 'god' than Su Shaozhe.

The sunny late autumn blooms outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white-painted walls are elegant and simple, and there is only a teenager and a piano in the empty room.

The black and white keys are well arranged, dancing lightly under the man's fingertips.

The melancholy and almost suffocating tune makes people can't help but immerse themselves in this lonely disillusionment. The warm orange sunlight blooms on the boy's body, adding a bit of unreal beauty.

The last thick sound fell, spread out centered on the keys, and slowly settled in the air.

The wind came and went away quietly.

The wind chimes hanging on the window sill jingled, which was the perfect ending for this nameless piano piece.

Ji Guiqi's heart skipped a beat, and he met Bai Xiumo's kind eyes.

"Like it?"

"……Um……"

"This piece is called "Return Date". I created it myself. Do you want to play it together?"

Ji Guiqi smiled detachedly, and the answer was rejection.

To be honest, Bai Xiumo was a little surprised when he saw the season's return period.But he saw that the other person's expression didn't change too much, so he politely put away that little emotion.

Maybe I don't remember it...

"Have you heard "Canon"?" Bai Xiumo smiled, staring at the keys intently, his fingers danced again, but the tone was no longer sad.

Ji Guiqi listened very seriously, looking at the boy with a hint of amazement.

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know when I walked into the room.

The gauze curtains were lifted by the wind and lowered again.

That gentle tune, like the coolness of late autumn, gradually invaded the bone marrow.

end of song

Bai Xiumo raised his head and extended his right hand to Ji Guiqi.