Chapter 2: 2

 2. Beautiful people also can feel lonely

    

 

 

I looked at the note sent back to me by the university staff:

 

    

Booking Music Practice Room No. 13/14: Approved

 

 

Approved?! OMG! A miracle finally happened at a week before the recital!

 

    

I immediately contacted the students who were going to perform the quartet and the piano accompaniment and told them to come to practice to room 1314 after class today.

 

 

At noon, I walked through the crowded hallway with a note in one hand and my phone in the other.

 

    

"Hey! Qin Lang! Do you want to go to dinner together?!" Zhang Jie's shout merely penetrated the noisy crowd.

 

    

"I got it! Room No. 1314! " I waved the approval note in the air.

 

    

"Qin Lang! Who are you going to have s*x with?!" A passing friend from another department said jokingly. A burst of laughter echoed down the hallway.

 

    

"It's practice, a practice! Come to my recital next week!"

 

    

"I cleared out my schedule long ago to see your recital!"

 

    

I waved my hand to say thank you, turned, and continued to run to No. 1314.

 

    

Actually, I really like my life now.

 

    

Having obedient students (well, I teach violin, but I'm also a composition student), friends at school who can joke around, and studying my favorite subjects.

 

    

Everything is so ordinary that I feel happy.

 

    

If there was any status quo I could change, I would say: no.

 

    

The further I walked toward the practice room, the quieter the corridor became.

 

    

Everyone went to have lunch at this time so it was normal for no one to come here.

 

    

Hmmm...I wonder if that person is still in the practice room?

 

    

That's right...he didn't make an appointment for 1314 today! Why is that?

 

    

He didn't have free time today? Or did he get sick? Hmm, his back looks so slender, he seems like the type of person who gets sick often...

 

    

Uh... He's here........!!!

 

    

Through the small window on the door in practice room No. 1314 that I had booked, that person was still standing in front of the glass wall and looking at the sea.

 

    

Huh~~?? Why is he here?! Although the usual practice room will not be locked...

 

    

Eh? ! Could it be that he was here all day yesterday, so he forgot to make a reservation for this room today?!

 

    

That doesn't feel right...or... is he actually a ghost? !?

 

    

While thinking of this, I opened the door and rushed in without saying a word. Before I said anything, that person shuddered and turned to look at me, leaning against the glass and taking a few steps back.

 

    

"Uh..." It turns out he is a boy!

 

    

"Hi..."

 

    

His tender and nice voice, just like the cute male characters in the animation, make people want to bully and love him.

 

    

His eyes are too beautiful. The thick and slender eyelashes pressed against the watery phoenix eyes as if his eyes were painted on black eyeliner. A small nose stood out on his fair face, and those moist red lips seem to contain cherries. Well, "Cherry Little Mouth" is probably used to describe his mouth.

 

    

What a pity! If he is a woman, he must be a great beauty!

 

 

How can it be like me?! My bronzed skin was rough because when I was child, I was running around with the kids next door all day in the countryside. With this cheerful appearance and a fit body I was often told that I don't look like someone who can play music, but rather like someone who does sports.

 

    

"..."

 

    

I suddenly felt the other party's suspicious eyes, and realized that I hadn't spoken when I just came in! How rude! ...Wait...he said "hi" just now, didn't he? That English accent is really pure... Huh? ! Does he not speak Chinese? ! Hmm...Looking at his appearance, he also looks like a foreigner... Could it be that he is kind of mixed race?

 

    

"Hi! ......how are you? I am Qin Lang. En...this room I..."

(the one in different font means he speaks in English)

 

 

"I can speak Chinese..."

 

   

 .... ..Say it earlier...I don't have to speak English like a fool...

 

    

"Ahaha!" I scratched my head and laughed dryly, "I thought you were a foreigner! Ahaha!... "

 

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"..."

 

    

"..." Seeing him expressionless, I was embarrassed to continue laughing. "That... I reserved this practice room today..."

 

    

"En... I'm leaving now." He said lightly. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned over and picked up the diagonal bag that was lying on the ground.

 

    

"Uh!... Actually, I only need to use it here at dusk. If you like, you can stay until I come back."

 

    

Before he could answer, I waved my hand and left.

 

    

I wonder why he keeps looking at the sea? Does he not have to go to class?

 

    

At dusk, he should be gone, right...?

 

    

Then after class: Uh...he's still there...!!!

 

    

I saw him sitting in the corner leaning against the glass wall, falling asleep with earphones on...

 

    

What should I do? Should I wake him up? Later, we're going to rehearse so it's gonna be very noisy...

 

    

I am looking at his sleeping face. His long eyelashes drooped down like a doll's face.

 

    

Why is he so beautiful yet so lonely? Isn't as the saying goes, "How you look, how your days will be"? He is so handsome, but he stays here alone all day watching the sea, doesn't he have any friends who can play with him?

 

    

I gently walked over, bent down, and patted his shoulder, "Hey..."

 

    

He frowned slightly, murmured a few times, and the pair of cold eyes slowly opened to look at me in a daze. It made me feel embarrassed for a while as if I had done something bad.

 

    

"That...it's already dusk. My team members are coming to practice later..."

 

    

"Um." He nodded vaguely, propped himself up, and stood up.

 

    

I watched him brush past me. That slender back made me suddenly want to call out to him, "But!... If you want, you can stay. As long as you don't mind that we will practice here..."

 

    

He stopped abruptly and turned to look at me, timidly grasping the diagonal bag hanging on his body with both hands, "Will you use the piano...?"

 

    

"What?..." It took me a few seconds to understand what he was saying. "Ah! Yes! But we'll practice the string quartet first, and we won't use the piano until we come back from dinner."

 

    

"En..." He nodded slightly, "Thank you..." Then he walked to the space between the piano and the glass wall, leaned on the piano feet, sat on the floor, put on the earphones, and looked at the sea again.

 

    

I peeked at him as I laid out the quartet.

 

    

I saw him staring blankly at the sea under the sunset. No sorrow, no joy. I didn't know what was going on in his heart.

 

    

Why are you looking at the sea here? Why didn't he just go to the beach? Why does he need to reserve this room specifically?

 

    

Alas...poor me. I don't even have room to practice! ...

 

    

My group members appeared one after another when the sky was about to get dark. One violist, two violinists, and one cellist. All of them are my friends of the same grade, and this time they came to help me with my recital.

 

    

They walked into the room one by one, jokingly saying that I had finally snatched the legendary "making love" practice room. All of them patted me on the shoulder and praised me for being amazing.

 

    

"Qin Lang mush have scared away the couple who were busy here! Haha!"

 

    

"Haha! That must be it! Qin Lang's figure looked like he is good at fighting so the people who don't know him would think he's working as a bodyguard or something!"

 

    

"How could Qin Lang be a bodyguard?! You can see that he can't hit anyone just by looking at his smiling silly face!" 

 

 

"Haha! A silly face! That's right! Muscular and low IQ is the kind of person Qin Lang is! Hahaha!"

 

   

They burst into laughter. I peeked at him sitting under the piano, secretly thankful that he put on his earphones and didn't hear the conversations of my bad friends.

 

 

I cleared my throat, "Ehem! Alright alright, let's start!"

    

"Haha!" Even though all of them laughed while speaking in foul language, they still followed my instructions as conductor and prepared the instrument.

    

I raised my hand and they played the instrument along the beat.

    

Although they are usually a group of fun-loving friends, once they get serious, and started pulling the strings, every timbre and tone seems to tell a story.

    

In the quiet and peaceful night sky, sparkling fairies are dancing gracefully. They flew around, their wings blazing brightly in the air. Gradually, it adds a joyful glow to the cold night.

    

I listened to the four of them playing the music I composed, and one by one little fairy appeared in front of me. Yes, that's it. This is my song, this is the story I want to tell.

    

So perfect...it's really too perfect!

    

I was so focused on conducting that I didn't notice that the boy under the piano put down his earphones and watched us play.

    

We rehearsed several times, and finally, someone couldn't help but say he was hungry, so we decided to stop.

    

Five of us packed up things and when I was about to step out the door to eat dinner in the school cafeteria, I suddenly remembered that there was another person under the piano!

    

I hurriedly walked over, but before I got close, he took off his earphones and looked at me.

    

"Hey, are you hungry? Would you like to come with us to find something to eat?"

   

"...Are you leaving?" He asked quietly, which made me feel reluctant.

    

"What? No no! I'll come back to practice my piano accompaniment later."

    

"Um...I'll wait for you to come back," he said.

    

He's waiting for me to come back...I stayed like that for a few seconds, almost reluctant to leave him behind. However, seeing him continue to look at the sea after putting on his earphones, I had no choice but to go back to my friend.

    

"Hey, Qin Lang! Has that person been here since before?!" The four of them showed surprised expressions.

    

"Didn't you see him?" I asked back.

    

All of them shook their heads and said, "No! Who is that person? Is he your friend? How come he has such a low sense of existence like a ninja! Haha!"

    

I responded with a wry smile.

    

 

Who is he? Hmm...I don't know either.

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