Chapter 23 twenty-three

It's another summer, and the graduation ceremony of this class of students from the Composition Department is about to begin.The fact that Sensen won the international composition competition was announced just before the graduation ceremony.As soon as the notice was posted on the wall, all the teachers and students in the Composition Department jumped up no matter what they were doing.Even Li Ming got out of bed, ran to the Sensen piano room and gave him a beating.Sensen couldn't believe that this happened to him. He wanted to grab Li Ming and ask him to understand, but after Li Ming beat him, he laughed and slipped away.Sensen's palms were covered with cold sweat, he pulled his forehead hair fiercely, and punched hard at the grinning face in the mirror.Then he covered his aching face and ran out to read the notice.When he found out that this was true, he ran into the piano room and locked the door.

After Li Ming got out of bed because of Sensen's award-winning work, he didn't plan to get in again.He re-fastened Ma Li's bedding and placed it neatly with Ma Li's bookcase.They will be picked up tomorrow, for real this time.But Li Ming was still worried, so he wrote a note on it: "Please take good care of them." Sitting on Ma Li's bed, Li Ming remembered the last time Ma Li was in the dormitory.It was the day before the holiday, and before nine o'clock in the evening, Ma Li got into bed.Li Ming wanted to call him up to play poker, but he refused to come out. "You have time to sleep during the holidays." Li Ming beat him through the quilt, but he still refused to come out.All the books he wanted to take away were placed under the bed, from the history of Western music to Mei Lanfang's Peking opera scores.Li Ming wondered if he could finish reading all the books he brought home. "You want to get enough sleep here and go home to read a book?" Ma Li ignored him, snoring loudly, Li Ming stood up and walked to the piano, trying to wake Ma Ma with the sound of the piano, but tripped again.He looked down and saw another schoolbag belonging to Ma Li, which contained books again, all hardcover scores and music dictionaries.Li Ming picked up the schoolbag, put it on Mali, and then piled all Mali's schoolbags on him.Thinking about it now, Li Ming really regretted it.That night, Li Ming buried Ma Li alive with a book.If only he hadn't put the book on Ma Li.If only he could call Ma Li out of bed.Horsepower, horsepower.Why does he always sleep?Death doesn't care how long you've been awake, it tells you to go back to sleep, and you have to go back to sleep.It tells you to disappear and you have to disappear, and it tells you to rot and you have to rot.Ma Ma, Ma Ma, why are you always sleeping?The graduation ceremony is about to begin, and as soon as the graduation ceremony is over, everyone will go their separate ways.What Li Ming was eager to go to was the classroom.He wanted to take off the functional circle before the ceremony.It was the only thing he wanted to take with him.He went to the classroom, and the red note drawn for the New Year was still there.The frame of the functional circle is still skewed.He stepped onto the podium table and reached for the mirror frame, when suddenly the little man's words rang in his ears: "No, I can't take it away." Li Ming retracted his hand.He thought for a while, then straightened the mirror frame, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and jumped off the podium table.

When the graduation ceremony started, Sensen was still in the piano room.There was no one in the corridor.The noisy corridor suddenly fell silent, adding weight to the air.Sensen wears headphones, as if he has been surrounded by his own audio for half a century.The more he listened, the more confused his thoughts became, and the more he listened, the heavier his heart became.A cold air slowly spread upward from his feet.He thinks of Meng Ye; he thinks of "mudao" crying for Meng Ye in the functional circle; A rough sound bothered him.He opened the drawer and rummaged aimlessly with his hands.There was still a cigarette, but the match was gone.There was half a sheet of score paper lying in it, which was enough to draft a polyphonic question. He pulled out the entire drawer and found that there was a tape that he hadn’t heard in five years at the bottom. On the cover was written: "Mozart Jupiter Symphony in C major.He subconsciously turned off his own music and put the tape into the recorder.Immediately, a fresh and healthy voice full of sunlight enveloped him deeply.He felt a relief like never before.As if in a pure holy place, all the turbid sundries in the air have disappeared.He was ecstatic, opened the window to see the sky as clear as jade, and stretched out his hand to feel the air of nature.Suddenly, he cried.