After helping Chen Yang and Li Kai deal with the messy dormitory, Ye Chuan returned to the office again. Thinking that since he decided to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, Lao Ye came to the music club alone.

The school’s music club is a two-story building built on a lawn. It was already autumn, with green grass withered and yellow, and the breeze was bleak. In the autumn, some dilapidated buildings have an extra beauty.

Ye Chuan reached out and patted the fallen leaves on his shoulder, pushed open the door and walked in. The weather outside was slightly cool, and the room was indeed particularly warm. His afternoon eyes shone through the window on the ground, laying a layer of warmth on the cold floor. In the air, you can also see tiny dust surging, like gently beating notes.

"Hello, are you?" A female voice that sounded a little tired came from Ye Chuan's ears, and he looked up. Ye Chuan thought to himself, what's wrong? Why did he meet some beauties since he became a teacher?

The girl was medium-sized, 17 or 8 years old, wearing a red coat and shawl, with a clear face. She was looking at him with some confusion at this moment, thinking about what this person is doing during lunch break.

"Ah, hello!" Ye Chuan hurriedly took back his Zhu Ge's appearance and said, "I am the head teacher of Class 2, 4, Grade 2, and I will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, so I come here to practice."

The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "So you are Teacher Ye!"

"How do you know me?" Ye Chuan was a little confused.

"Of course I know. I've seen the photo of Teacher Ye! It was very good!" she smiled.

"Haha, accident, accident!" Ye Chuan smiled, a little embarrassed. After all, the scandal between him and An Jing in school has never stopped. It is precisely because of this that he provoked this guy Tang Qiu.

"Hello, my name is Memories!" the girl stretched out her hand.

"Memories, a very special name!" Ye Chuan reached out to hold the memory's hand, feeling her hand was a little cold.

Memories pulled back their hands without hesitation and said, "What are Teacher Ye trying to practice? The instruments are all upstairs. I'll take you there!"

"Okay." Ye Chuan agreed and went up the second floor with Memories.

The entire second floor is about the size of a basketball court, which is very empty. In every corner, there are various musical instruments, some of which are covered with dust, and in the sun, it looks particularly quiet and peaceful, like an old man who has fallen asleep.

"Recalling classmates, are there few people here?" Ye Chuan said, wiping the dust on the piano.

"Well, there have been few people coming, but it's good, it's quite quiet." Reminiscence smiled.

"Well, it's good!" Ye Chuan said, his eyes lit up. He saw a somewhat worn-out acoustic guitar with scratches on it, like scars left by time.

Ye Chuan walked over and picked up the guitar, patted the dust on it and said, "This is good, just use it!"

"Teacher Ye's taste is really special!" Reminiscence said with a smile. He was a little curious about Ye Chuan's choice. There were so many guitars here, Ye Chuan chose the most broken and oldest one.

Ye Chuan smiled and said nothing, so he found a place with sunshine and sat down.

He first tweaked the strings a few randomly, then adjusted them and then started playing.

Memories have never heard of this song, quiet and melodious. With a faint sadness, it seems to have sucked her whole body in.

Ye Chuan began to sing, without lyrics, and without any lyrics that deserve such a song. His voice was hoarse and low, as if he was just singing and telling a moving story.

I recall it as if I saw a winter sunset beach, and there was no pedestrian on the road. Snow covered the stairs on the coast, and there was a back playing a guitar on the steps. Facing the setting sun, the ice sea was telling something.

Then Ye Chuan's voice became smaller, and he recalled that there was no one by the beach. There was only the empty scenery and a guitar swaying in the wind hanging on a tree.

"Huh--!" Ye Chuan let out a sigh after playing, turned to look at Huiyi and asked, "How is the feeling of recalling classmates? Is it still acceptable?"

The memory had no answer, and she was still immersed in the last scene in her mind.

"Recalling classmates?" Ye Chuan asked again.

"Ah? Teacher Ye, what's wrong?" Hui came back to his senses and asked.

Ye Chuan smiled helplessly: "I'm asking you that this is pretty good, right?"

"It's okay to pass, it's okay!" Huiyi nodded and agreed, and ran to Ye Chuan with a little excited expression, "This song is great! Just now, I was completely attracted to it!"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is it!"

"Teacher Ye, what's the name of this song?" Recall asked, "I've never heard it before."

Ye Chuan's expression dimmed and he said, "I don't know either. This was sung by a friend of mine many years ago. There were no lyrics at that time, that's it."

"Your friend..." Huiyi raised her eyes and looked carefully at Ye Chuan. She saw Ye Chuan's expression dimness, but she couldn't help asking: "Can you introduce it to me?"

"I'm afraid it can't be done."

"Tsk, so stingy!"

Ye Chuan's face was a little bitter: "If I meet her again, I will. But I think even if I meet again, she will not recognize me, and I forgot what she looks like."

After recalling the memory, she felt the helplessness and another complicated emotion in Ye Chuan's tone.

"Okay, remember your classmates, go and do it. I'll practice here for a while." Ye Chuan replied to his usual careless look and said with a smile.

"Well, okay! Come on, Teacher Ye!" I didn't want to disturb Ye Chuan anymore, so I turned around and went downstairs.

Just as he recalled going downstairs, Ye Chuan's face became melancholy again. He looked at the scratches on the guitar intently, as if he was thinking about something.

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The picture returns to the railway station of the town that morning ten years ago. That day, heavy snow was floating in the sky.

"When you arrive at BJ, remember to call me or write a letter." The seventeen-year-old Ye Chuan stood in front of a girl about the same age as her, with a little reluctant expression.

"Well, don't worry." The girl smiled, holding back the tears in her eyes.

"You can get this, but I stole the private money from my old man for you!" Ye Chuan took out a pair of silver earrings from his coat pocket.

The girl took the earrings and put them on her ears with some difficulty, and shook them in front of Ye Chuan: "It looks good?"

"Of course it looks good, and I don't see who gave it to you!" Ye Chuan smiled, and his expression became reluctant again, as if he couldn't say anything. After a long time of silence, he still forced himself to say, "Xiaohua, remember to come on!"

"Brother Ye Zi, don't worry! I will definitely become a big star! I will come back and sing for you!" Xiaohua's eyes flashed with the charm of hope.

"Go! The train is about to start! The little girl is finally out!" Ye Chuan had an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.

"Yeah." Xiaohua agreed softly, finally got on the train, but kept looking at the already blurred figure outside the window.

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Ye Chuan smiled without saying a word, watching the train disappear in front of him. After a long time, a tear melted the ice and snow under his feet.

Ye Chuan wrapped his coat tightly and left the platform. His steps were a little staggering.

That day, the snow fell silently.
Chapter completed!