Qiao Fan's Box

"Brother, can you send me to school today?" The younger brother asked, "I won't send it." The bedroom door is closed, The door in the living room sounded. In the evening, my brother didn't come back. The bell rang, and in the quiet night, Through the window, on top of the bell tower, A man was playing a solo under the moonlight, holding an accordion and wearing a tall top hat. "The performance begins!" A sudden hoarse voice reached Qiao Fan's ears.