Platinum Key of Rebirth

The English class in the second period was obviously a lot easier. After breaking their glasses during the break, most of the students started to doze off or play with their mobile phones out of boredom. Resting his chin in a daze, he rested his neck.

This class normally moved the English teacher a little, and his original cold tone eased, and he began to turn a blind eye to these tired postures.

Fei Lan also listened to the teacher with his chin propped up. English was not his mother tongue, but after living in the United States for several years, his daily life must not be a problem, but after the teacher taught him this way, he couldn't understand it a bit.Obviously it is okay to say this way, and others can understand it when you say it that way, why must it be done according to grammar?He was a little bored, turned his face to the side, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned. Seeing that Yan Lei was listening carefully, he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you understand?"

Yan Lei gave him a strange look: "What?"

Fei Lan pointed to the English teacher who was happy to speak: "Grammar."

Yan Lei nodded, didn't say anything, turned around and continued to listen to the teacher's lecture.

Fei Lan was even more bored.After a while, he took out the headphone cable from his pocket, put it on his right ear, leaned his head in the crook of his arm, and lay down on the desk.

As far as attitude is concerned, it seems a bit careless, but for Fei Lan who has been abroad, this level is nothing.Foreign students are not as quiet as here when they are in class, but here is quiet enough for him to listen to music.

When Yan Lei turned his head, he saw Fei Lan lying on the table, the sun fell on his black hair, making him look calm.He squinted slightly, with a lazy look, and the color of the orange scarf radiated onto his cheeks, making him look bloody.Then Yan Lei saw the headphone cable wrapped around his arm, and frowned slightly.

"What are you listening to?" he asked in a low voice.

Fei Lan's black eyes looked at him: "The water demon."

Yan Lei is not interested in what songs he listens to, he just wants to talk to him: "Xu Wei's?"

Fei Lan shook his head lightly: "Ravel."

He spoke so softly that Yanlei couldn't hear clearly, he lowered his head to try to hear clearly, but unexpectedly...

"That classmate over there! Get up and read the paragraph I just said aloud!" The English teacher's Mandarin in a perfect accent made everyone raise their heads involuntarily, and then looked back.

I will go!What's the situation!

I saw Fei Lan was lying on the table, raising his head slightly, and Yan Lei was about to lower his head...

Even the two people involved were stunned.

Nima, what's going on!Why is everyone looking this way? !

Fei Lan unplugged the headphone cable from his ears in embarrassment, and began to recite the English passage. His voice was soft and he was completely unaffected by the weird atmosphere here.

"Translate," the English teacher said coldly.He saw that the get out of class was about to end before he asked that person to stand up and answer the question!Who told him to make the atmosphere weird today!

"The huge and boundless natural consciousness is everywhere. It annihilates everything and is impenetrable. The pain, indifference, superior wisdom, sensual self-abandonment, all desires and deep troubles of all human beings are all caused by the human mind. I've felt it all, I've borne it, on that memorable night. I'm walking toward a decadent age full of bad omens; I've swallowed a whole decade of my life .”

This is Cernancourt's "Oberman", he is so painful and depressed, and his will is lax.

"Sit down, the translation is very good," the English teacher rarely praised the students, and began to explain in Chinese, the inner world of this atheist and taboo author during the 20 years of creation, "Born in 1770, died in 1846 Senancourt experienced the suicide wave in Europe in the first half of the [-]th century. "Obermann" was the work at that time, and together with Goethe's "The Sorrows of Young Werther" was the representative work of that period. Depressed writing provoked that dark period."

"Have you read it before?" Yan Lei leaned over and asked, such fluent reading and accurate translation, even the English teacher who never praised the students was impressed.

Fei Lan nodded, and then added: "In order to deepen understanding."

"understand?"

Fei Lan smiled and did not explain further.

That was when I first started playing "Obermann Valley" in Liszt's "Traveling Years", and the passage just now was recorded by Liszt on the score.Slow rhythm, dark and gloomy music, this long work seems to carry the gloom and depth of human beings, confusion and confusion, feeling powerless and sad for the depravity and indifference of human beings, but at the end it is bright and optimistic Emotions over.This is what Fei Lan likes about Liszt. This man is optimistic and cheerful. Even in adversity, he can still go upstream and control his own destiny. Many of his deeds are still used to praise his noble character.For Liszt, "Obermann" is just a kind of art.

Listening to the English teacher's explanation, Fei Lan gently played with one hand on the desk.His fingers are very small, after all, the piece of music itself is 4/4, very slow beat.His fingertips lightly touched the table, as if there was a row of invisible black and white keys there, and he only needed to play lightly, instead of looking at the score or paying attention to his fingering.He's past that age.This kind of movement is so familiar and unfamiliar to him, but it is as natural and comfortable as breathing.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone was like a bird out of the cage. There were only two English classes this morning. Now should be the best time to catch up on sleep!

Yan Lei tidied up his books and turned to look at Fei Lan.

This person always seems to be able to catch his own line of sight.

The other party closed his eyes slightly, resting his cheek with one hand and looking lazy.The sun that had changed its position came in from the window and fell on his eyelashes, leaving a faint shadow around the eyelids.The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, looking contented, while his other hand was tapping the table lightly.It was a strange rhythm, and the fingertips touched the table lightly, as if following a certain rhythm.

Yan Lei himself also has such times, when listening to a certain song he likes, he will lightly tap on the table and follow the rhythm of the song, but it is not as complicated as him... as if the other party is playing a certain piano piece !Yes, such a gesture can only remind him of the piano of the king of musical instruments, with his nimble and slender fingers lightly touching and moving on the black and white keys.

Yan Lei shook his head suddenly, and smiled to himself, how could it be possible, he had never heard of this dude who could play the piano, and his girlfriend Zhang Yueyan said that the elective course he took was also the violin with her.

However, he felt like he couldn't bear to interrupt such a scene, as if it was a beautiful oil painting. In the winter classroom, this person seemed to be in time with the music, with a sense of comfort and elegance.He didn't want to spoil the beauty one bit.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The person who ruined this beauty was not him, but that person's good friend, Dong Xiaoluo from the fashion design department.

Fei Lan, who was patted on the shoulder, was like a frightened little animal. He blinked his eyes desperately, only to have the expression of suddenly realizing that class was over.He looked at Dong Xiaoluo in confusion, as if wondering why he was in the classroom.

"get out of class is over, dear, what were you doing just now?" Dong Xiaoluo yawned, "I'm so sleepy...do you want to go back?"

Fei Lan thought for a while, then shook his head, there were two classes in the afternoon, so he was too lazy to go back.

"Are you going to sleep with me?" Dong Xiaoluo took out the key to his dormitory from his pocket, "Where's the one from before?"

Fei Lan took the key, then shook her head: "I don't remember where I put it."

"Short oil, I'll prepare it myself later," Dong Xiaoluo yawned again, "I envy you, there are only two English classes in the morning to refresh your mind!" Only then did he see Yan Yan who was sitting next to him. Lei, did not hide his surprise: "Yan Lei is actually here."

"Hi," Yan Lei greeted with some embarrassment.

Dong Xiaoluo raised her eyebrows: "Hi? Where's your girlfriend? Isn't get out of class already over? Why are you still in the classroom?"

A row of black lines appeared on Fei Lan's forehead. This is the classroom of our class, okay?

Yan Lei smiled slightly, neither embarrassed nor contradicted, and said to Fei Lan: "Then see you in the self-study class this afternoon."

"You guys still have a happy self-study class in the afternoon..." Dong Xiaoluo looked at Fei Lan enviously, but then realized the embarrassing relationship between Yan Lei and Fei Lan, and watched his rival go out.

"Well," Fei Lan responded, and began to pack her textbooks.

"Did he do anything to you!" Dong Xiaoluo approached and asked in an exaggerated tone.

Fei Lan imitated his exaggerated tone: "What can he do to me!"

"That's true..." Dong Xiaoluo breathed a sigh of relief. Not only him, but also everyone in this class looked at them with anticipation as if they were watching the world's peak duel, which made Fei Lan feel that if he didn't It's a bit embarrassing to argue a few words.He didn't know why Yan Lei sat next to him, but... this person seemed kind, he was just a rival in love, no one threw any child into the well, there wasn't that much hatred, and the students were too exaggerated.

Apart from the relationship between rivals in love, I feel that this person is still good.Thinking this way, Fei Lan threw the biscuit wrapper into the trash can as she passed by.