XNUM X night

Painter Sand and his little lover.

This ring was the first gift Ye Sizan received besides the violin.He liked it very much and looked at it for a long time with his arms raised.

Sang Yintian was concentrating on driving, and occasionally glanced to the right from the corner of his eye.Until Ye Siran put down his hand, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Sangsang, do you know that the violin... can actually spy on people's souls?"

"Really?" Sang Yintian glanced at the remaining 15 minutes on the mobile phone navigation, sniffed, and slowed down the car.It is rare that Ye Siran is willing to take the initiative to share the story with him, so he will not give up such an opportunity easily.Sang Yintian turned his head when other cars passed by with their horns honking. "Why do you think so?"

"Music itself can penetrate into people's hearts." Ye Siran's eyes were very gentle, and the pulp of his right finger gently rubbed against the violin on the end of the ring, "They have truly powerful power."

Sang Yintian was a little surprised, and couldn't even believe that these words came from Ye Siran's mouth.He smiled, and asked again: "Like a rose struggling in a swamp, one day, will it bloom before the next dawn?"

For a moment, Sang Yintian really felt that he had spied on Ye Siran's soul.Although he doesn't understand music, art never creates any barriers because of classification.He suddenly thought of the [Flame Rose] that he once created.

In this world, some people are lucky and happy. They grow up healthily under care, have a childhood that others cannot envy, and their entire youth is shining.They move forward all the way for their dreams and never stop in place.

There is also another group of people who have no chance of choice since birth, are not recognized, and are even regarded as a burden.They are lonely in the dark night, and panic before the second dawn. They feel that they are hopeless, so they are willing to fall.

The longed-for freedom road is full of heavy shackles and endless setbacks.So they locked themselves up.But no matter how beautiful a rose is, it also has thorns. It is not you who are guilty, but this evil world.

But Ye Siran belongs to another group of people in this world.

"Do you know why I like the violin?" Ye Siran suddenly raised his head and pressed his face against the car window. "Because I can take it with me and go anywhere without restraint. I may meet beautiful scenery or more interesting people. I want to compose music for them and then play it by myself." Ye Si Ran suddenly smiled, closed her eyes, and raised her arms in a basic violin-playing pose.

Like a graceful musician.

However, Sang Yintian felt a little regretful that Ye Siran did not have a real violin in his hand.

"I like music and the violin. One day, I will be able to stand on that high platform like you." Ye Sizan opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Is that right?"

"Well, definitely." Sang Yintian reached out and rubbed the bangs on Ye Sizan's forehead.

Along the way, every time he encountered a red light, Ye Siran's expression became a little anxious.Sometimes he squeezed his wrist tightly and pulled down the sleeve of his left hand so that it could completely cover the wound on his wrist.Sometimes I would squint and look through the car window at the sycamore trees beside the sidewalk.

The sycamore tree was too tall, blocking all his sight.The sunlight came through the gaps between the sparse leaves and hit the glass window. Ye Sizan closed her eyes and raised her head subconsciously.The wound on his wrist was like a new scab, and it became itchy and painful during the recovery period, so he couldn't help pinching the fleshy white scar.

Sang Yintian knew that the boys around him were nervous, but they were also very brave.Because he is trying very hard to face the fear in his heart.Loving fear.

When we arrived at Xicheng Conservatory of Music, it was just after 10 noon.Compared with the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts in Rome, where Sang Yintian graduated, this place really deserves to be called the only art palace in China.Not to mention the teaching building or the after-school piano room inside, even the structural frame of the doorknob of the guard room next to the school gate is shaped like a musical note.

Many outstanding musicians in China come from here.But Ye Siran knew that this was not his end.

"Wait for me to find a place to park, and then I'll go to the principal's office with you." Sang Yintian lowered the car window and looked around, ready to find a suitable parking space. Just as he was about to turn around, Ye Siran grabbed his car arm.

Sang Yintian was a little curious, thinking that Ye Siran had been out of school for too long, and now that he changed to a new environment, he was a little nervous.In order to relieve his uneasiness, Sang Yintian couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and withdrew his left hand that was pressing on the car door. "What? Are you nervous because you are going back to school?"

"No..." Ye Siran's voice was very low, "How about... I should go in by myself..."

Sang Yintian asked, "The environment here is a little strange to you, there will be many people, of course it is not ruled out that they will talk to you, are you sure you—"

"Sure." Ye Siran still interrupted Sang Yintian. "My situation is much better now than before, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's really much better, but why don't you want me to go in with you?"

Why?If I have to say why, it is probably because Sang Yintian is more or less a public figure now, and it is not suitable to show his face on such occasions.Although Ye Wanlu removed the trending search in a timely manner, this did not hinder the spread and speculation of the people who eat melons. If there is a fan of Sang Yintian in this school and sees him, he must be skinned alive on the spot.

Ye Siran didn't want to be put on the cross of public opinion before stepping into the door of music.

"Here, put this on." Obviously, Ye Siran didn't intend to answer, he slowly took out a black mask from his pocket, and threw it into Sang Yintian's hand.He originally prepared this mask for himself in advance, although he hadn't figured out where to use it, but now it's good and it came in handy. "This is a campus, and all the people who come and go are college students."

"I know..." Sang Yintian was a little dazed, but his hands didn't stop. After unpacking the bag and putting on the mask, he frowned slightly.Although it has not yet entered the midsummer, but a layer of something on the face is indeed a bit boring.Sang Yintian couldn't help showing his nose, turned his head and asked, "But why do I have to wear a mask..."

I don't want to cause a commotion.Ye Siran told the truth in his heart, he got out of the car with the invitation letter in hand, walked around to the driver's window, and bowed his head. "Because you are so handsome, I don't want other girls to stare at you all the time. Now, look over there yourself."

Ye Siran pursed her lips to the left back, and then entered the school gate without turning her head. Sang Yintian sat on the seat and stared blankly ahead, watching his fading back.

It wasn't until Ye Siran entered the school gate that Sang Yintian lowered the car window and stretched out half of his body.

"Hey, Siran, call me at the end of the night, and I'll pick you up!" Sang Yintian shouted at Ye Siran's back.The back looked a little cold, but he stretched his arms back and didn't even turn his head.

This kid really needs to be cleaned up.Sang Yintian finally couldn't help laughing, which attracted the attention of pedestrians around.

Several of them were students from the Conservatory of Music, and all of them stared at him with their eyes open.So that's why Ye Siran insisted on making him wear a mask just now?

"I'll go, this person looks familiar... It seems that the painter who has become popular recently is called... what is his name, the name is so complicated, I forgot, I only remember his surname Sang..."

"Sang Yintian?!"

"Ah, that's right, that's him. I have a roommate who really, really likes him, and there's a poster of him hanging on the wall! I also bought a lot of art books. I don’t know much about oil painting, but it looks very artistic!”

poster?Sang Yintian frowned.He is just a painter, when did he publish posters?

Sang Yintian was too lazy to think about it any further, and opened the navigation to enter the specific location of the studio.

"Can I get an autograph?"

"Come on... People wear masks, if we recognize the wrong person, wouldn't it be embarrassing..."

"That's right... Is that boy who just got off the car from our college? He looks really handsome... But I always feel like I've seen him somewhere before... Weibo? Or which video? Li... the profile looks really similar."

"You...don't think about it, there are only a few minutes before the music theory class, hurry up, don't keep staring at that handsome guy with long hair. It seems that the students of our music school are only nympho."

……

Sang Yintian suppressed a smile, and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror.The bangs were a little messed up by the wind, covering his eyebrows, and wearing a mask, only two slightly deep eyes were left exposed.

These two eyes alone are enough to attract people.

Sang Yintian suddenly took out his phone and clicked on Ye Siran's WeChat dialog box.

[I think you are the one who needs the mask the most. 】

Ye Siran came back in seconds.

【why? 】

[Because I heard a few girls say that you look good. 】

This time, Ye Siran did not reply to the message, but dialed Sang Yintian's WeChat number. "Why don't you call?"

Sang Yintian heard footsteps on the other end of the phone with the same frequency. "I'm afraid to disturb you, but it's been so long, you haven't found where the principal's office is?"

"Not yet, there are too many buildings in this Conservatory of Music, I just came out of the building near the school gate, and I'm going to the next one." Ye Siran seemed to have just finished climbing the stairs, and her breath sounded heavy. "You just said in WeChat, which girls are here?"

"Just those girls who just entered the school gate, I heard them say that you are good-looking, and that they will try their best to chase you-boy Ye, you have to take care of yourself for me." Sang Yintian smiled laugh.

The moment he turned his head, he saw the door of the guard room suddenly opened.

A man in uniform was walking towards him with a baton in his hand like an invisible warning.Behind him, there was a boy in a dark blue sweater. He was also wearing a mask, and judging from his body shape, he was somewhat familiar.

Bai Yuxia?Why is he here?

No... Sang Yintian almost forgot that because of the hot search on Weibo, he turned to Bai Yuxia's Weibo, and there were a few photos that were taken at the gate of Xicheng Conservatory of Music.It seems that he is a third-year student in this school, but because of his special status, he rarely appears on campus.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Sang Yintian always felt that those eyes were smiling at him, and the smile was a bit creepy.

Then, it disappeared from his field of vision.

Sang Yintian subconsciously took a deep breath, tapped the hands-free button on the screen with his index finger, and then threw the phone directly onto the co-pilot.

Ye Siran happened to pass through a corridor, it was very quiet here, and the loud noise from the phone was very clear.He subconsciously stayed where he was, and glanced back at the school gate, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay." Sang Yintian put on his mask again, turned on the turn signal and walked away.He saw Bai Yuxia disappear from the rear view mirror, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, "I just hid someone."

"Who are you hiding from? Your fans?" Ye Siran's tense nerves eased, and he continued to walk to the principal's office according to the signs.

"No, it's someone I hate." Sang Yintian pressed his stomach.

"Annoying person?" Ye Siran stopped, frowning, and there happened to be one person who could make Sang Yin even more annoying. "You mean...Bai Yuxia is also in this academy?" Ye Siran's body trembled subconsciously, as if recalling what happened in the bathroom of the reception.

"Well, I'm not sure, I just think it looks a bit like it." Sang Yintian tilted his head, took off his coat with one hand and threw it on the back seat. "Don't mention him, Si Ran, have you been to the principal's office?"

"It's coming soon." Ye Siran stood at the stairs and raised his head. The sign board in front of him marked the specific floor of the principal's office.And the man he hated happened to be standing on the steps, staring at him with a frivolous face.

Bai Yuxia stared at Ye Siran's face, and inexplicable anger burst out of her heart instantly.He heard the person on the other end of the phone calling his name, Ye Siran finally came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Go up two more floors and we'll be there, then I'll hang up first."

Before Sang Yintian could respond, Ye Siran hung up the phone directly.He raised his foot and took two steps up, trying to avoid Bai Yuxia who was standing in the middle of the stairs wearing a mask.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yuxia suddenly laughed. "I said that there is actually a luxury car parked in front of our little conservatory of music. It turns out that it is the painter Sang Da and his little lover."

"Uh..." Knowing that this was a mockery, Ye Siran didn't want to pay attention.

"Are you very curious about why I appear here?" Bai Yuxia's voice was full of endless ridicule, and when she listened carefully, she seemed to be a little bit disappointed.

Ye Siran felt that he had an illusion, and felt sorry for Bai Yuxia like this.

"That's thanks to your brother." Bai Yuxia took off the mask, exposing the incomplete wound under the right eye to Ye Siran's field of vision.He snorted softly, landed his right hand heavily on Ye Siran's shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "Long time no see, Ye Siran."