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In the autumn of 2010 , every afternoon after the second period, the sound of a piano would always rise from the old Yifu Building at the county’s No. 1 Middle School.
The sound of a piano drifted from the music classroom on the third floor, through the corridor, past the yellowing poplar leaves by the playground, and landed on the shoulders of students carrying books as they ran towards the teaching building. No one stopped to listen — it was art students practicing their voices.
When I first walked into that classroom, sunlight streamed obliquely through the west-facing windows, illuminating the wooden floor with a dazzling brightness. Ms. Wang, sitting at the piano, said without turning her head, ” Find a spot and listen to the music. “
There were seven or eight people standing in the classroom, boys and girls in separate rows, all close to the wall. I glanced around and saw an empty space in the very back corner, so I quickly went over. Just as I stood there, I caught a glimpse of someone watching me from the corner of my eye.
I turned my head away.
A tall, thin boy, wearing a faded blue school uniform jacket, with long bangs that almost covered his eyes. When he saw me turn my head, he didn’t look away, but instead grinned.
” New here? ” he asked in a low voice.
I nodded.
” Liberal Arts Class? “
” Um. “
“ I’m a science major, ” he said, then chuckled. “ We’re separated by the office area and the stairwell, so it’s like a long-distance relationship. ”
I was stunned for a moment before I realized what he was talking about, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
” Ahem. ” Teacher Wang stopped playing the piano without turning her head. ” You two in the back, what are you laughing at? Stand up straight. “
We both quickly stood up straight, staring at the wall in front of us. But I could still feel him laughing, his shoulders shaking.
That day, we practiced breathing. Teacher Wang had us place our hands on our stomachs and feel the flow of our breath. ” Inhale — exhale— ” ” Inhale — exhale— ” The classroom was filled with those strange sounds, like a group of people sighing. I did it seriously, pressing my hands on my stomach, trying to feel where the breath went in and out. By the fifth set, my stomach really started to ache.
” Yes, that’s the feeling. ” Teacher Wang finally turned around, glanced around, and said, ” Remember it all: singing isn’t about using your throat, it’s about using your breath. If you don’t have enough breath, your voice will sound weak. “
By the time the bell rang, it was already dark. I packed my things and headed out. As I reached the door, I heard someone call out behind me, ” Hey, newbie! “
I turned around, and there was that boy. He caught up with me in a few quick steps, his bangs bouncing on his forehead.
” What’s your name? ” he asked.
” Lin Wan. And you? “
“ Song poetry, ” he said, “ the Song of Song poetry, the Ci of Song poetry. ”
” Were your parents reciting Song Dynasty poetry when they named you? “
“ No, ” he said seriously . “ My mom said that it rained the day I was born, and she lay in bed with nothing to do, so she spent the whole afternoon reading Song Dynasty poems. ”
I laughed again.
He looked at me and smiled, then smiled back. The light at the end of the corridor came on, its orange glow shining on us.
two
From then on, I would appear in the music classroom on time every afternoon during the long break between classes.
Over time, I discovered that art students were a very special group at the county’s top high school. While regular students spent their long breaks doing exercises, running, or burying themselves in homework, we spent our breaks practicing our voices, singing folk songs, and adjusting our lip movements in front of a mirror. Regular students aimed to get into university; our goal was to get into a university’s music academy.
Ms. Wang was a woman in her forties with short hair who always wore dark clothes. She was strict when she taught us, but she never scolded anyone. Whenever someone sang off-key, she would stop playing the piano, remain silent for a few seconds, and then say, ” Try it again. “
In those few seconds of silence, we broke out in a cold sweat.
” Folk songs are all about the feeling, ” said Teacher Wang. ” It’s not just about singing the lyrics correctly; you have to bring out the essence. “
She taught us to sing “Jasmine Flower,” going over each line meticulously. ” What a beautiful jasmine flower “—the word ” beautiful ” should be written with an upward stroke, while ” jasmine ” should be written with a downward stroke, like the process of a flower blooming and fading.
I stood in the second row, and Song Ci stood on the left side of the first row. He always stood ramrod straight, his chin slightly raised, and when he sang high notes, his eyes would squint, as if he were trying hard to see something in the distance.
One time after vocal practice, Teacher Wang had to leave early, but the rest of us lingered in the classroom. Song Ci sat down at the piano, opened the lid, and played a few notes.
” You can play the piano? ” I asked.
“ My mom taught me, ” he said . “ My mom is a primary school music teacher, and she forced me to learn from a young age. ”
He played a piece, and I recognized it as “Farewell.” Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, fragrant grasses stretch to the horizon.
“ Why don’t you sing one too? ” he said.
” I’m not singing; I’ve been practicing all afternoon. “
” That’s different. That was vocal practice; this is singing. “
I stood beside the piano, he played, and I began to sing. When I sang ” The evening breeze brushes the willows, the flute’s sound fades , ” a gust of wind actually blew in from outside the window, making the sheet music on the music stand rustle loudly.
After we finished singing, he didn’t say anything, and neither did I.
“ You sang very well, ” he said after a while.
” You played very well too. “
We looked at each other and then laughed.
That evening after self-study, I returned to my dorm and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. My phone vibrated under my pillow.
I took it out and saw it was a QQ message. His profile picture was a cartoon penguin, and his name was ” Song Ci ” (宋词) .
Are you asleep ?
” without. “
What will we practice tomorrow ?
” I don’t know, maybe it’s still ‘Jasmine Flower’. “
” You sang that song well. “
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the words on the screen. Back then, phone screens were small, and the text was small too. I leaned closer to look at it and read it several times.
“ You too, ” I replied.
” What about me? “
” Well sung. “
After sending it, I regretted it. It was too deliberate. I stared at the screen, wanting to take it back, but phones back then didn’t have an undo function.
A little while later, he sent another message: ” Go to sleep early. See you tomorrow. “
I tucked my phone back under my pillow and closed my eyes. The dormitory was quiet; I could hear someone washing up in the washroom at the end of the corridor, the water from the taps gushing out.
three
Our school has a strange layout. The humanities classes and science classes are separated by an office area and a stairwell, a five- or six-minute walk apart. For two people who want to meet, those five or six minutes feel like the longest distance in the world.
But the music classroom every afternoon shortens that distance to zero.
Winter has arrived, and the music classroom has no heating, only an old air conditioner that hums loudly and blows out hot air, but it only warms half of the classroom. Teacher Wang told the boys to stand on the side with the air conditioner, and the girls to stand on the other side.
“ That’s fair, ” she said.
But Song Ci didn’t think that way. Every time he practiced his voice, he would take two steps closer to me when Teacher Wang wasn’t looking. Two more steps. Two more steps. When Teacher Wang turned around to look at him, he would quickly move back.
I saw it all, and I was trying not to laugh, almost choking on my singing.
One time, after we finished vocal practice, it started snowing outside. We stood in the corridor watching the snow, our breath forming puffs of white vapor.
“ I’ll take you back to your classroom, ” he said.
” No need, it’s not far. “
“ It’s far, ” he said. “ Separated by office areas and stairwells. ”
I looked at him; his ears were red from the cold, his school uniform zipper was zipped up all the way, and he was hunching his neck.
” Then you can deliver it. “
We walked through the corridor, past the empty office area, down the stairs, and then up again. The teaching building was quiet; only the sound of our footsteps could be heard. A little snow drifted in through the window, landed on the windowsill, and quickly melted.
He stopped at the entrance of the liberal arts class.
“ We’re here, ” he said.
” Um. “
” Then I’ll go back. “
” good. “
He turned and walked back, then after a couple of steps, turned back again: ” See you tomorrow. “
” See you tomorrow. “
I stood at the classroom door, watching his figure disappear at the top of the stairs. The snow was still falling at the end of the corridor, a vast expanse of white.
That night, we chatted on QQ until very late again. He sent many messages, and I replied to them one by one. My phone’s battery dropped from full to one bar, so I plugged in the charger and continued chatting.
” What are you doing? “
” Thinking about what to sing tomorrow. “
” We’ll sing ‘Little River Flowing’ tomorrow. “
How did you know ?
” I asked Teacher Wang. “
I stared at the screen, unsure of what to say.
He sent another message: ” Lin Wan. “
” Um? “
” Let me sing you a song. “
Then he sent me a voice message. I opened it and held the phone to my ear. His voice came through the small speaker, a little distorted, but I recognized it immediately.
” The moon comes out, shining brightly, shining brightly, reminding me of my brother in the deep mountains …”
He was singing “Little River Flowing”. When he sang the line ” Brother is like the moon walking in the sky, walking in the sky ” , his voice trembled for a moment, but then he regained his composure.
After the voice message finished playing, the screen went dark. I clutched my phone in my hand, my palms sweaty.
After a long pause, I replied to him, ” It sounds nice. “
He didn’t reply.
I couldn’t sleep that night, tossing and turning, my mind filled with his voice.
Four
In the second semester of their junior year, the art students began discussing going to the city for intensive training.
Teacher Wang kept us behind for a meeting, saying that if we wanted to get into a better music academy, it would be best to go to the city for three months of intensive training, where the teachers are more professional and the resources are better.
“ But the training camp is tough, ” she said . “ We train from morning till night every day, with no weekends. You need to think it through. ”
There was a moment of silence in the classroom, then some people started discussing it.
I sat there without saying a word. Going to the city for training meant being away from school for three months, living in the dorms there, and it would cost a lot of money. My parents hadn’t said anything yet, but I knew about our family’s situation.
When the meeting ended, Song Ci walked over to my side.
” Are you going? ” he asked.
” have no idea. “
“ I want to go, ” he said . “ My mom said that since I’m going to study it, I should study it well. ”
I nodded.
“ You should go too, ” he said. “ Let’s go together. ”
I looked at him; his eyes were bright, I couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or from the light coming in through the window.
” I’ll go back and ask my parents. “
That night, I called my mom. There was a long silence on the other end of the line, then she said, ” Go if you want to, don’t worry about the money. “
I hung up the phone, sat on my bed in the dorm, and tears suddenly started streaming down my face.
On the day we went to the city for training, a minibus was parked in front of the school. We carried our backpacks and luggage, and one by one we got on the bus. Teacher Wang stood at the door and called out our names one by one.
I got on the bus and found a window seat. After a while, Song Ci got on, carrying a large woven bag that was bulging with something inside. He saw me, walked over, and sat down next to me.
” You brought so much stuff? “
“ My mom packed it for me, ” he said . “ She said the training camp was tiring, so she told me to bring more food. ”
He opened the woven bag to show me that inside were instant noodles, sausages, biscuits, apples, and a jar of homemade pickled vegetables.
“ Your mom is so nice, ” I said.
” Isn’t your mother good? “
I smiled but didn’t say anything.
The car started moving. I turned to look out the window, watching the school gate recede into the distance, and the poplar trees along the roadside recede one by one. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the aisle between us.
“ Lin Wan, ” he said suddenly.
” Um? “
” We’ll definitely pass the exam. “
I turned to look at him. His expression was serious; he didn’t seem to be joking.
“ We’ll get into the same school, ” he said. “ And we’ll still be together. ”
A gust of wind blew in through the car window, ruffling his bangs. I saw his eyes, bright, just as they had been before.
” Okay, ” I said.
five
The training camp was even tougher than I had imagined.
I get up at six every morning and start vocal practice at six-thirty, continuing until noon. In the afternoon, I have music theory and ear training classes, and in the evening, I practice vocals for another two hours. By the end of the day, my voice is hoarse.
Song Ci and I weren’t in the same group. His teacher was stricter, and we practiced much later. Sometimes when I returned to my dorm after dinner, I would see him standing in the corridor outside the practice room, singing to the window over and over again.
Once I walked over and stood next to him. He saw me, stopped, and smiled.
” Why are you here? “
” Just passing by. “
He didn’t speak, then turned his head and began to sing towards the window.
The moon was beautiful that day, big and round, hanging in the sky. His profile was reflected in the window; he had lost a lot of weight, and his chin was pointed.
” You’ve lost weight, ” I said.
” The same to you. “
Are you tired ?
” I’m tired, ” he said, ” but I still have to practice. “
After he finished singing the last line, he stopped, turned around, and looked at me.
” Lin Wan, could you play the piano for me? “
” I won’t. “
” Just one note, ” he said. ” Just one, let me find the key. “
We went into the music room, which was dark except for the moonlight streaming in through the window. I sat down at the piano and pressed a key.
The sound of the piano began and echoed in the empty music room.
He stood by the window, facing the moonlight, and began to sing.
” Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon …”
He sang softly, as if he were singing to himself. The moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.
I sat in front of the piano, pressing the keys one by one. I can’t play the piano, and I can only barely keep up with the tune.
When he sang the last line, his voice trembled slightly, but then he regained his composure.
A pot of wine exhausts the remaining joy, tonight’s dreams are cold with parting .
As the last note faded, the music room fell silent.
He didn’t move, and neither did I.
After a long time, he came over and stood next to me.
” Lin Wan. “
” Um? “
” We absolutely must pass the exam. “
” Um. “
” Getting into a school. “
” good. “
He reached out and placed his hand on mine. His hand was cold, and his fingers were covered in calluses from practicing the piano.
We sat there in silence. Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on us and on the old piano.
six
Three months passed quickly.
On the day the training camp ended, we took our professional exams at the art exam center in the city. Song Ci and I were not in the same exam room. When I came out after the exam, he was standing at the door waiting for me.
” How about it? “
” Not bad, ” I said. ” How about you? “
” good. “
We looked at each other and laughed.
On the way back to the county town, the sky outside the car window was gray and gloomy, and the poplar trees on both sides of the road were bare, all their leaves gone. I leaned back in my seat and fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I found my head resting on his shoulder.
He was asleep, his head resting against the window, swaying gently with the car’s bumps.
I didn’t move, I just leaned against it. Snowflakes started falling outside the car window, one by one, landing on the glass and melting quickly.
By the time the car arrived at the school gate, it was already completely dark. We got off the car with our luggage and stood at the school gate.
” See you tomorrow, ” he said.
” See you tomorrow. “
I watched him walk into the boys’ dormitory building, then turn and walk towards the girls’ dormitory. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, landing on my hair and shoulders.
Back in my dorm, I turned on my phone and saw his message.
” Are you home yet? “
” Just arrived. “
” Are you tired? Get some rest. “
” The same to you. “
I looked at the words on the screen and suddenly felt like crying.
That night, I had a dream. I dreamt that we got into the same school, that we practiced singing in the university’s music room, that we got married, and that we were old and still singing together.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside. The snow had stopped, the sky was a clear blue, and the sunlight shone brightly on the snow.
seven
In the summer of 2011 , on the day the college entrance examination results came out, I was helping with chores at home.
My phone rang; it was Song Ci calling.
” Lin Wan! “
His voice was so loud that it made my ears ring.
” What’s wrong? “
” We passed! We all passed! “
I was stunned for a moment, then I burst out laughing, laughing until tears streamed down my face.
That afternoon, he rode his bicycle to my doorstep. In the basket was a bunch of wildflowers, picked from the roadside, all sorts of colors, haphazardly bunched together.
“ Here you go, ” he said.
I took the flowers and looked at his face. He was tanned, and his bangs were still so long, almost covering his eyes.
” Why are you here? “
” I want to see you, ” he said.
He stood there, holding onto his bicycle, the sunlight shining brightly on him.
We stood at the door talking for the entire afternoon. We talked about the sun setting and my mom calling me home for dinner.
“ Then I’m leaving, ” he said.
” good. “
He got on his bicycle, walked a few steps, and then turned back.
” Lin Wan! “
” Um? “
” I’ll be able to see you every day from now on! “
After he shouted, he rode off on his bike, running incredibly fast, as if afraid I would catch up with him.
I stood at the doorway, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared at the end of the road.
eight
The teachers’ college is located in the old city area. It’s not large, but it has a very big music building.
We were in different classes; he was in the vocal music department, and I was in the education department. But every afternoon when we didn’t have classes, we would meet in the music building.
While he practiced his singing, I would sit in the music room reading. When I practiced the piano, he would stand beside me and turn the pages of the sheet music. Sometimes we would do nothing but sit on the bench in the corridor, staring blankly at the trees outside the window.
In my sophomore year of college, he took me to meet his mother.
His mother was a very gentle woman, with short hair and glasses, who spoke slowly. When she saw me, she smiled and looked me up and down for a while, then said, ” This child is even prettier than in the photos. “
I blushed.
Song Ci laughed beside him, a particularly smug laugh.
In my junior year of college, I took him to meet my parents.
My dad started off with a stern face, asking him a lot of questions: How many people are in your family? What do your parents do? What are your plans after graduation? He answered honestly one by one, his palms sweating with nervousness.
Later, my dad said, ” Sing a song for me. “
He paused for a moment, then stood up straight and began to sing to my dad.
” What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower, fragrant and beautiful, its branches are full of blossoms, so fragrant and white, everyone praises it …”
After I finished singing, my dad was silent for a moment, then said, ” Not bad. “
My mom was laughing next to me, and I laughed too.
He stood there, scratched his head, and smiled.
Nine
In 2015 , we graduated.
That autumn, the county’s No. 1 High School was recruiting music teachers. We took the exam together, and we both passed.
On our first day back at work, we stood at the school gate, looking at that familiar gate and the old Yifu Building behind it.
“ I’m back, ” he said.
” Um. “
We walked in, passed the playground, passed the row of poplar trees that were beginning to turn yellow, entered the Yifu Building, and went up to the third floor.
The music room is still the same music room. The piano is still the same piano, only the piano bench has been replaced. The window is still the same window, and the sunlight shines obliquely in from the west, illuminating the wooden floor so brightly it’s dazzling.
He walked to the piano, sat down, and opened the lid.
” Lin Wan. “
” Um? “
” Let me sing you a song. “
He picked up his piano and began to sing.
” Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon …”
I stood by the window, listening to him sing. The sunlight shone on me, warm and comforting.
When he sang the last line, his voice stabilized and didn’t tremble.
A pot of wine exhausts the remaining joy, tonight’s dreams are cold with parting .
As the last note faded, the classroom fell silent.
I walked up to him, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead.
He looked up at me and smiled.
” Lin Wan. “
” Um? “
We ‘re married .
” It’s not over yet. “
” Soon, ” he said. ” Soon. “
ten
Many people came to the wedding.
Teacher Wang also came; her hair had turned much whiter, but she was still so energetic. She sat in the audience, looking at us and smiling.
When it was the groom’s turn to give a speech, he stood in front of the microphone and cleared his throat.
“ I want to sing a song, ” he said.
Some people in the audience laughed. Someone shouted, ” Sing one! “
He actually started singing.
” The moon comes out, shining brightly, shining brightly, reminding me of my brother in the deep mountains …”
He was singing “Little River Flowing”. When he sang the line ” Brother is like the moon walking in the sky, walking in the sky ” , his voice trembled for a moment, then he regained his composure.
I stood beside him, looking at his profile, his bangs, and his eyes.
Sunlight streamed in through the church windows and fell on him, just like when I first saw him in the music room.
He finished singing, turned around and looked at me.
” Lin Wan. “
” Um? “
” Thank you. “
” What are you thanking me for? “
He smiled but didn’t say anything.
But I understand.
Thank you for walking this long road with me.
Thank you for not giving up.
Thank you for still being here.
I laughed too.
A breeze blew in from the window, ruffling his bangs. I reached out and smoothed them down for him.
” Song Dynasty poetry. “
” Um? “
” You’ll sing for me again in the future. “
” good. “
He took my hand and held it tightly.
The warm sunshine fell on us.
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