Lin Sheng didn't know how many times Chen Qibei had followed him.
From the dormitory building to the piano room, there are a total of 432 steps. When Lin Sheng walked, his right shoulder would lean forward slightly, and the strap of his schoolbag would always slide down, so he would push it back over and over again. Chen Qibei had never heard all the music he practiced in the piano room, because as soon as his notes stopped, he would get up and leave.
They are classmates, seated one row apart, and can count the number of times they have spoken on one hand. The longest one was during the spring outing of the second year of high school. Lin Sheng shouted from the top of the mountain, and a few seconds later the echo came from the valley. Lin Sheng turned around and asked him next to him: "Do you think an echo is an answer?"
He was stunned for a moment and said, "Forget it."
Lin Sheng smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
Later, Chen Qibei went to study abroad, while Lin Sheng stayed in this province. In the winter of his sophomore year, he drank too much and sent a voice message to Lin Sheng's WeChat.
Six seconds. He didn't speak, he just breathed out at the window and traced the mist with his finger - it was the crooked ear that Lin Sheng had painted on the glass of the piano room.
Three days later, he got back to him.
It's also a voice. Also six seconds.
He opened it and heard the sound of the piano. It was the piece he never finished playing. After the last note fell, it sounded again.
Like an echo.
Intention: Study hard