Sleeper

Case [-]: Tang Ze

Age: 15

Occupation: None

Sleep Difficulty: Three Stars

Background music: Gymnopedies No.1 (Naked singing and dancing No. 1 mysterious song)

Another deep night, no peace to be found.

Bai Yan came to a juvenile prison in the suburbs, his brows were slightly frowned.

It was a small makeshift room with only a bed, a chair and a square table.

The first impression I saw when I saw the boy was that he was very quiet, holding a pencil in his hand and drawing freely on the notebook.

"Ozawa, can I call you that?" Bai Yan whispered softly.

The boy put on a smiling face: "I like it when you call me that."

"What are you drawing? Can I have a look?" Bai Yan's deep eyes aimed at the drawing book in his hand.

It was a meandering path leading to the sea, with beautiful scenery on both sides, and Bai Zhe seemed to be able to smell the fresh and tangy fragrance of flowers.

"You draw really well. It's the best picture I've ever seen."

The boy smiled again: "Then you must not have seen many paintings, but I also think it's pretty good."

Bai Yan turned around and turned to a soothing tune.

The tune sounded as promised, with a bit of lightness, elegance and ethereal.

"They say that a composer's soul is constructed by musical notes. Looking at your paintings, I seem to be able to see you from them."

"Really?" The boy closed his eyes and listened to the music, "What kind of person is the person who composed this music?"

"Just like you, he focuses on what he loves and has nothing else to do."

"He lives in seclusion in the outer suburbs, and the house is as simple as this one. You can also imagine yourself as a hermit like him, who has nothing to do with the world."

"What's his name?" the boy asked.

"Eric Satie, he's French, he became famous in his later years."

The boy bit his lip and nodded.

"Do you want to be famous?"

"No," he blurted out, "and I don't want to be bothered."

After the two chatted for a while, Tang Ze lay down under the quilt.

"Ozawa, I'll read a poem to you, sleep if you feel sleepy, I will stay here with you."

"Okay," Tang Ze obediently closed his eyes.

Only the sound of the piano and Bai Yan remained in the simple room.

"This is one of the representative works of the French poet Paul Verlaine, called "Moonlight Song"."

"Your soul is a psychedelic landscape

The comedian in mottled clothes swims and walks there,

They played and danced—at last

The frowning heart cannot be concealed under the colorful dress.

Although they also sing in low voices, singing

That triumphant love and happy life,

Finally dare not believe in their sweet dreams,

But their songs scatter into the moonlight—

Scattered into the faint, poignant moonlight,

To haunt the dream-spirit of the bird in the tree,

And make the fountain deep in the white stone clump

Squirt out the slightest joyful swallowing sound. "

As soon as the words fell, two crystal clear tears flowed down the cheeks, soaking the mattress.

Bai Yan noticed the silent crying under the quilt, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Ozawa?"

"Can you hug me, brother Bai Zhe?" Tang Ze sat up so that Bai Zhe raised his arms to embrace him.

"No one believes me," he said while sobbing, lying on his strong shoulders, "I didn't kill anyone, do you believe me?"

"I believe in you," Bai Yan's heart seemed to be disturbed by a storm, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Swinging and swinging, the shoulders sway gently like a boat, making the person leaning on it slowly drift into dreamland.