With a guitar and good songs, Li Qian began to worry about where to practice singing.

  The principles of all things in the world are basically the same. No matter how talented you are, diligent study and practice are the foundation of success. Even if you have a great skill, three days without practice will make your hands clumsy. As said in "The Oil Seller": I have nothing else, only my hands are familiar with it!

  Making music is no exception.

  Not to mention that Li Qian was very familiar with this profession in his previous life, but from beginning to end, he didnt have any achievements to prove his strength. Even if he was a successful singer and musician in his previous life, he still needs to practice in this life.

  The hands of the past life are those of the past life, if you dont practice, can you guarantee that the hands of this life will be just as agile?

  The throat of the past life is the throat of the past life, if you dont practice, how do you know what characteristics your throat has in this life? What are its strengths and weaknesses?

  So heres the problem, usually he needs to attend classes, after school hours, others have finished work too. At night, he can sleep late, but once its past 10 oclock, even the most pleasant music is just noise for those who want to sleep!

  So, practicing singing at home is definitely out of the question. And apart from home, he has nowhere else to go.

  In the end, he still set his mind on the rooftop of the schools teaching building.

  In this era, China particularly advocates for the concept of human rights and freedom, which is implemented among students and teachers. This means strictly enforcing a two-day weekend system and reducing pressure on students. Although high school students are about to face the college entrance examination, which determines their life direction, they still have weekends off and never attend self-study classes in the morning or evening. As teachers say: "If youre locked in the classroom at night, when do you have time to play or fall in love?"

  So, from Friday afternoon school dismissal to weekend evening, for these two days, the entire school, except for a small number of sports enthusiasts like Liu Qiang and Li Qian who would run to the school playground to play ball, was simply empty. In short, practicing singing here will absolutely not disturb anyone!

  Even so, Li Qian felt that even on Monday to Thursday afternoons, he could stay behind for an hour of practice, at most just going back a bit later and having dinner a bit later.

  So, he came to school with his guitar case the next afternoon.

  For him now, he doesnt have to play basketball, he doesnt have to find a girlfriend, and he doesnt have to rush for sports cars, but singing must be practiced every day!

  At half past five in the afternoon, the school bell rang on time.

  In less than twenty minutes, more than two thousand teachers and students in the school had all gone.

  Li Qian again politely declined Liu Qiang and the others invitation to play basketball, sat in the classroom for a while after school was over, waited until most people had left, didnt wait for the class monitor to hurry him along, shouldered his guitar case and headed upstairs.

  …………

  Jie has a habit of staying in the office after school to continue reading for a while.

  Back home, she has a better reading environment, but she still likes to stay in the office to read. She always feels that once she returns home and faces the wall of bookshelves - her fathers, mothers, her own, Party Constitution and history, educational works, philosophical theories, classical masterpieces, historical tomes... if she reads this kind of thing again, it will seem very superficial.

  Thats right, she was browsing the internet.

  At present, for the vast majority of ordinary people, computers are still quite rare and expensive, let alone the Internet. In 1995, the total number of netizens in China was only around one or two million, but everything that should be on the internet already existed. Even a website called "Summer" had begun to try charging for online content this year, a first in the online literature circle.

  Jie directly topped up a high-level VIP without any hesitation, and her ID was: TheQueen.

  Yes, thats right, what the queen meant.

  She only reads the womens section of this website, such as "Overbearing Female CEO", "Iron-Blooded Warlord Flower", "Cold-Blooded Overbearing Love", "Rumor Alert: Im a Star Dont Mess with Me", "The Queen of Another World" and so on, all are her cup of tea.

  When she saw something delightful, her calm and peaceful eyes would always sparkle with starry lights.

  She was very careful and never let anyone see it.

  After school today, she was still preparing lessons as usual. After the teachers left one after another, she put down her pen and took out a laptop from her bag to plug in the power cord and then plugged in the wireless network card.

  The internet speed is as slow as ever, but as long as Im in a good mood, its no big deal.

  As soon as she opened the summer page, she instantly entered an excited state and quickly found the book "I am a queen dont love me" that she had read halfway through.

  But I hadnt read a few words yet when another guitar sound came into my ears again.

  This is not the first time.

  Yesterday afternoon, after school, when she was hiding in the office to read, she heard a guitar sound coming from somewhere unknown. Along with the guitar sound, there was also a boys soft humming and singing. At that time, Qijie was so absorbed in reading that she didnt notice it and just treated it as background music.

  But this time, for some reason, listening to the guitar sound coming from outside, she inexplicably felt a bit annoyed. She had only read half a chapter and hadnt even gotten into the emotional part of the story yet, but already felt like she couldnt go on reading.

  The guitar sound seems not too far away, but its just faintly audible, only vaguely drifting over, making peoples hearts itch, and as for singing, its even more impossible to hear a single sentence.

  But the melody... seems pretty good?

  Qijie sat in her seat for a moment, looking at the computer screen and listening to the lingering guitar sound in her ears. She couldnt suppress her curiosity after all - she slammed shut her laptop and walked out the door.

  Standing in the corridor, the voice became much clearer, but still couldnt hear any words.

  But it was just that refreshing and melancholic guitar sound, just that gentle melody, which once again raised her interest a few points.

  Listen carefully, and it seems like the sound is coming from upstairs?

  Qijie took a look at the empty campus, then looked up with her neck stretched out, and finally resolutely turned around to push the office door ajar before heading upstairs to the fourth floor.

  Its getting closer, it should be on... the rooftop.

  By the time she reached the fifth floor, the voice was much clearer and at least you could tell what song that person was singing.

  “…………

  Until the day I grow old

  Are you still by my side?

  Look at those vows and lies

  Everything is slowly drifting away.

  How many people have admired your youthful appearance?

  It can be seen who is willing to bear the ruthless changes of time.

  How many people have come and gone in your life?

  It can be seen that in this life, I will always be by your side.

  …………”

  The guitar sounds crisp and pleasant to the ear, with a male voice singing high and low melodies.

  That faint, utterly unfeigned sorrow made Qijie shiver involuntarily.

  It seems like something suddenly hit her!

  She took a deep breath, lifted her foot lightly, and stepped down gently, one step at a time, slowly climbing the last flight of stairs leading to the rooftop. Her footsteps were as light as a cats, as if she feared that any carelessness would disturb the singing upstairs.

  Then her footsteps became slower and slower.

  The guitar sound stopped abruptly.

  Jie immediately came to a complete stop there, lifted one foot and held it suspended in mid-air, motionless.

  She heard someone coughing, drinking water, and the "clunk" of putting down a cup, then the guitar sound started again.

  Because I dreamed of you leaving

  I woke up from crying.

  Watching the night wind blow over the windowsill

  Can you feel my love?

  Until the day I grow old

  Are you still by my side?

  …………”

  "This song... I dont think Ive heard it before?" Qijie thought carefully, and indeed had no impression of this song, so she didnt continue to think wildly, but just listened and couldnt help but nod her head lightly, thinking: "But the singing is quite good."

  When the person on the rooftop finished singing this song, in the brief pause where the guitar sound temporarily stopped, she became even more certain of her judgment: this song is indeed quite nice-sounding, and the person upstairs sang it very well.

  She didnt want to go up and disturb them while they were practicing, nor did she want anyone to know that she was still in school after class. She even parked her car outside the school for this reason. However, she thought to herself that since she couldnt study anyway, it wouldnt be bad to listen to some music here. As she hesitated, her eyes accidentally glanced over at the stairs beside her and found them to be quite clean. After thinking for a moment, she bent down and wiped the stairs with her hand, finding them to indeed be clean. Only then did she carefully sit down.

  At this time, the guitar sound has risen again, still that song, and the other side actually started singing from the beginning again.

  "It seems that this person is practicing singing, but there doesnt seem to be any evening parties at school recently? Then it should be prepared for chasing girls. This song, hmm, is quite suitable." She thought to herself.

  The sound of the zither is like a spring, flowing gently into the ear.

  Qijie sat quietly on the steps like a little girl, listening to the song, and felt that everything around her was quiet, even her own heart seemed to have become quiet.

  The same song was sung by people on the rooftop for four or five times.

  Even someone like Qijie, who is not a professional, can tell that he seems to be constantly changing the guitar accompaniment, making the same song sound sometimes soft and gentle, and sometimes very rhythmic. Of course, whats also constantly changing is his singing style - specifically, it becomes something that Qijie cant quite put into words, she just feels that if she had to describe the change in his singing style, it would be: she thinks the person on the rooftop seems to be getting more and more into it as he sings.

  Thats right, let loose and sing!

  It seems like... hes getting better at using his voice.

  So, he sings more skillfully and sounds better as he goes on.

  Then, the guitar sound on the rooftop stopped again, followed by coughing and drinking water sounds.

  When the guitar sound came on again, Qijie quickly discovered that the other party had suddenly changed songs.

  "You said you love lilacs the most,"

  Because your name is her.

  What a melancholy flower

  Sentimental person!

  When the flowers wither

  When the screen is frozen,

  What delicate flowers

  But cant avoid wind and rain.

  A life of drifting and wandering

  How many beautiful woven dreams

  And just like that, you left in a hurry.

  Leave me with lifelong attachment.

  In front of the tomb, fresh flowers were in full bloom.

  What a beauty you yearn for

  Look at the mountains and fields all around

  Do you still feel lonely?

  Do you hear someone singing?

  That song you love so much

  How many worldly troubles and vexations?

  From now on, you dont have to worry about it anymore.

  ……”

  Its as nice as the previous one!

  Qijie listened more and more with interest, the more she listened, the better it sounded, and unknowingly closed her eyes.

  She likes listening to songs, but as for music theory and all that, she doesnt understand a thing. She just simply thinks they sound good and is willing to listen to them over and over again, because the person on the rooftop sings in a way shes never heard before.

  Listening to this song with a beautiful and soothing rhythm, and a hint of sadness, she felt as if her whole heart had been emptied, and her mood was getting better and better without realizing it.

  This feeling made her more and more enchanted as she listened.

  When the other party stopped again, Qijie opened her eyes to find that the sky had already started to darken, especially in the corridor, which had become dim and yellowish, as if it would be dark at any moment.

  She raised her wrist to check the time and was startled to find it was already 6:20, meaning she had been sitting there listening for over half an hour! Although the person on the rooftop didnt seem like they were going to leave anytime soon, she knew she couldnt keep listening anymore. So, she stood up and carefully made her way downstairs while the person on the rooftop hadnt noticed her yet.

  …………

  It was definitely not going to work, but Qijies mood was surprisingly good. Once she returned to the third-floor office and made sure no one could hear her, she even started humming a tune, which happened to be the same song she had just heard.

  Just as I was about to go downstairs with my luggage, my phone suddenly rang.

  She was startled and instinctively connected the phone first, still worriedly glancing in the direction of the invisible rooftop, only to find that it was actually a familiar number, and she couldnt help but furrow her brow in regret.

  "Hey, Jie, Im at the Dongcheng Hotel right now, having dinner with a client. Later were going to KTV, do you want to come over and have some fun?"

  "Uh, I wont go then? Youd better focus on taking care of your clients, it would be too inconvenient for you all if I went!"

  The person on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "Theres no other program today, just singing songs, come over!"

  Qī Jiés face showed a struggling expression, but in the end, she squeezed out a smile and said: "Oh, I see. Alright then, Ill go over after I finish dinner."

  …………

  She hung up the phone and couldnt help but sigh. Suddenly, all her good mood was gone.

  She picked up her backpack, locked the door and went downstairs. Just as she was about to reach the second floor, she subconsciously stopped in her tracks and looked up: separated by several floors, she couldnt hear anything, but vaguely, she felt that the person on the top floor should still be playing the piano, still singing.

  "I dont know which class the student is from, and I also dont know which girl will be moved this time..."

  She shook her head, sighed, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on her face as she turned and went downstairs.