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Xiewei Desau thought to himself when he was walking on the street, if he knew what missionary school meant when he was a child, he would try his best to resist his father, and maybe there would be no tragedy later.The root of all evil is missionary schools.

"I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me any more. My son must go to a missionary school. And I've already found a good school for him." Parents quarrelled in the study.The father's voice was loud, and he didn't seem to care that his son would hear him.

"I don't understand, João. You are not religious, why..."

At night, Xie Wei couldn't sleep.Nobody was in the room with him except Chevalier Casals... oh, not really, and little Paula.But Xie Wei didn't want her to accompany him. Paula was from her father or mother, Xie Wei insisted.

"Xie Wei, are you asleep?" Paula walked in quietly, Xie Wei closed his eyes and pretended to sleep familiarly, and the Casals knight beside him also cooperated without making a sound.

Paula did her part to cover Xie Wei with a quilt, turned off the lights in the room, drew the curtains, and left quietly.Xie Wei could still hear Paula talking softly with her mother outside the house.

"Casals, are you asleep?" Xie Wei asked in a low voice, imitating little Paula.He promised that his parents would never hear him so quietly.

"Not yet, but it's time for you to sleep."

"Oh, I can't sleep yet." Xie Wei still cared about what he heard during the day, "Casals, what is the church?"

"You can check the encyclopedia yourself."

"All right. I'll go to bed. Good night, Casals."

"Good night, Xie Wei."

Xie Wei still clearly remembers that on a certain day in the summer, he started his missionary school life.For him, it was no different from his life at home, he still had to learn languages ​​and learn to play the violin, although his favorite was the cello.What may be slightly different is that he doesn't have to face his father's stern face, he doesn't have the company of the Casals knight, and he has to face a bunch of teachings and a group of strangers.Before he went to school, his father told him not to tell anyone at school that you were an atheist.

Before Xie Wei went to mission school, he already spoke three languages, Catalan, Spanish and a little Italian.Most of the teachers at the school liked him very much because he was a bright boy.On the contrary, the other kids didn't enjoy playing with him much, and he didn't mind it at all.He has his own world.

In the afternoon two weeks later, Xie Wei sat quietly in the classroom.It was a violin lesson.Xie Wei still sat alone, no one wanted to sit next to him.He looked at the score, and occasionally looked out the window.

He didn't want to practice scales at all.

"Can I sit next to you?" A boy much taller than Xie Wei greeted him.

"Yeah." Xie Wei didn't even look into the other person's eyes, he leaned on the wooden chair and replied lazily, but the other person didn't mind at all, and sat down beside him.

"How is this teacher teaching?"

"I don't know. In fact, I'm new to this school. What about you? Are you too?"

"No. But I haven't taken Laura's class before. But you're new here, and I'm two grades older than you, and we don't necessarily have classes together."

"That's not the case. Although I'm new here, my violin grade is no worse than yours."

That's true, if their grades are not equal, the teacher will separate them.

The boy took out his violin from the violin case, and asked Xie Wei casually: "Where is your violin? I heard that Laura is very strict. If you don't bring it, it will be over."

Laura walked past them to a boy sitting in the back row behind them.

"You, take exercise No. 35."

"It's terrible." The boy was still terrified when he recalled that Laura had just passed by him.

Xie Wei didn't feel the slightest, but he still nodded and said: "Yes." Then the two fell into silence for a while.

"stop--"

The boy dropped the note.Laura moved on to the next student.After a short silence, perhaps not too short, Xie Wei was also trying to find a topic to break the silence.

"What's your name?"

"Albert Uliastrés. What about you? What's your name?"

"Xevi Desau."

"Oh, my God, my God, so you are Xie Wei Desau!" Albert exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, I am." Xie Wei asked a little nervously: "I am Xie Wei Desau, what's the problem?"

Albert had heard the name before.Xiewei Desau is a small man who doesn't like to talk to people very much, doesn't play with others, is very proud, but is very smart, very talented, can speak several languages, and many teachers like him... That's the kind of kid his father wanted...

Like Xie Wei, Albert also felt that he was a poor child.His parents didn't expect much from him, which made him feel even more sad. He felt that everything was because he was a useless person.But Albert's family didn't always indulge the child, they would force him to do things he didn't want to do.They would nagging and urge him to study, to play the piano, as long as he didn't appear in front of them, he could do anything.

Albert didn't like his father very much, so he wouldn't like a child like Xie Wei that his father liked.

He chatted with a boy he didn't like for so long, no matter how he talked, it was a bit of a blow.

From now on, he must never say a word to this little man again!

"Do you support Barcelona or Espanyol?" After a while, Xie Wei asked, as if not noticing Albert's sudden silence and deliberate distance.

"Spanish." Albert replied reluctantly, and then gave Xie Wei a vicious look, as if to hide the guilt he felt for the promise of "never talking to him again".Xie Wei stared at him without showing any sign of weakness, then quickly turned away.

"I don't think we have to be friends anymore! We are enemies!" Because Xie Wei is a Barcelona fan.

Albert withdrew his vicious gaze, with some doubts in his eyes.Shouldn't he be the first to say this?

Two people can quickly become friends, or they can quickly become enemies—they think they are enemies.

In fact, the name Albert Uliastrés was quite famous in the school, to be precise, among the students who were learning to play the violin.Because Albert played the violin very well.But although Xie Wei can't say that he hates the violin, he prefers the cello, and he doesn't care who plays the violin well.

After the lesson, although he thought he would never admit it with his mouth, he had to admit in his heart that Albert could produce a wonderful sound even on an ordinary violin.Just from Laura's expression, you can see the level of Alberta's violin.Laura was undoubtedly very satisfied with Albert.In contrast, Xie Wei felt that he was just a waste, he couldn't even pull the double string well.

Then, the two boys, who despised each other, went home together after violin lessons.

"Do you like the violin?" They walked one after another. At the corner, Xie Wei looked up at the house in the distance.For him, anything can become his fantasy, as long as he is free.Their long silence with each other seemed to have given him enough.

"Sure." If he didn't like it, he wouldn't learn it!Like Xie Wei, Albert himself was a talkative person, and he didn't know why they went home together, but he hated the damn silent atmosphere.