This was the first time Liang Sizhe saw a nervous expression on his face. He looked at Cao Ye and smiled: "I think it's great. Did you add the vibrato yourself?"

"Well..." Cao Ye said a little embarrassedly, "Sometimes I add it unconsciously. Is it too much?"

"No, I think it's good, just right."

"You seem to comment on my teacher like this..." Cao Ye took the zither off his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief, "Why am I so nervous to play the violin at you?"

Liang Sizhe smiled and said, "How can I know..."

Cao Ye thought about it and analyzed himself: "Maybe you are about the same age as me, and then you are much better than me."

"Is it better for me to be two years older than you? Moreover, I may not be much better than you, it's about the same level."

"How is it possible, you are the chief of the band!"

Liang Sizhe glanced at him: "What did Mu Ke and the others tell you?"

"Um……"

"What else did they say to you?"

"There's nothing else, I just say you are very awesome and call the wind and rain in the music affiliated high school."

"Call the wind and rain?" Liang Sizhe felt a little funny when he heard this description, "What do they say?"

"I summarized it myself..."

"Oh, the idiom Little Prince." Liang Sizhe said with a smile.

"Then... do you want to try it?" Cao Ye squatted down in front of Liang Sizhe, handed the violin and the bow in front of him, "Try to play a simple song?"

Liang Sizhe never thought about this scene, but maybe the atmosphere was really good tonight. He took the violin by mistake, and he never thought that he would feel so relaxed when he picked up the violin again.

The faint rosy smell of the violin drifted into the nose, the bow touched the strings, and the long-lost sense of familiarity flowed between the stiff fingers. Liang Sizhe's fingers moved. It was a subconscious reaction formed by his uninterrupted practice for more than ten years, an instinctive nerve reflex.

But at this moment he knew very clearly that he could no longer play a song smoothly.

Then he was surprised to find that he could accept this fact calmly, just as he calmly picked up Cao Ye's violin at this moment.

At this moment, he realized that the violin had really become a scar on his body. During the days and nights when he and Cao Ye were together, the very thick scab that would bleed and bleeding from his mouth faded away unconsciously, and gradually healed into a smooth, soft, and casually touched but would no longer make him feel the painful scar.

This difficult process actually achieved a transition smoothly without being noticed. It was amazing.

"What kind of song should I play?" Liang Sizhe looked at Cao Ye and asked the same question as he had just said. He thought for a while and laughed, "You can pick up the "Little Star" you taught me."

The fingers on the left hand are not very flexible, but it doesn’t matter. Liang Sizhe knows that it doesn’t matter how bad the song is.

One note after another was pressed out with his left finger. Cao Ye did not sing this time. He squatted in front of Liang Sizhe and sat in his audience. His slightly bent eyes reflected in the clear moonlight tonight.

Liang Sizhe's mind showed the tone of his singing this song, which was crisp and clean. How did he sing that lyrics? Yes—

“upabove the world sohigh, likeadianandinthesky.”
Chapter completed!