Chapter 443

According to the lecture site that the lecturer told us, we arrived at the bottom of the main building on the four Saturday morning. I could not help but start to make complaints about the dark stairs entrance. "How can we find such a small class in this place? How nice the classroom is and the people in the hall are comfortable in it."

"How do I know? Maybe the basement is quiet and not easily affected by the noise. People engaged in art need space and time to face their hearts. You don't understand." brother donkey began to take the opportunity to hurt me again.

"Look at you. I've only had two classes. I think I'm in the art circle."

"Brother has never left," said brother donkey brazenly. Then he was a little embarrassed. Before I continued to laugh at him, he was the first to walk to the stairs leading to the basement.

The whole Oberlin Conservatory of music has a history of more than 180 years. I don't know if the main building is so long, but the stairs are really old. In particular, the basement stairs, which are not often moved by people, are rusty on the cement floor and on the walls on both sides. Green dots are distributed like mildew, and the air is filled with a stream of clothes after damp, It was covered for a long time again.

I choked on my taste and held my nose until I got used to it. I couldn't help but doubt brother donkey's theory of artistic creation here, that is, it's not ventilated, dark and humid. It's strange that I can create something with positive energy when I smoke here every day.

After going down the stairs to the end, there is a long corridor in front of you. Not far away is an energy-saving lamp emitting yellow light. The whole corridor is wrapped in a layer of light yellow fluorescence. The main building has a large area, because there are several large ladder classrooms on each floor, but the basement does not have this demand. It is divided into a large number of rooms with different areas. Some are stacked with sundries, some may be used for teaching, and then connected with a zigzag corridor.

We found the room for class according to the number. The door was open, and there was a lot of space inside. We could see some plastic models in wedding gowns. Next to the dummy were some folded seats. On the opposite wall was a large white board for writing. Under the white board were a piano and some iron shelves for music scores.

"Eh, it's strange. Did you go to the wrong place? What are so many models doing in music class?" I asked in wonder. I walked in and looked at some of these wedding dresses. They were all pure white and wearing long skirts. They were not as beautiful on models as on real people, but they still reminded me of my three beauties on my wedding day.

When I was remembering sweetly, suddenly a model in the front row turned his head without warning and said, "yes, it's here."

I'm not a timid person, but I was so scared that I jumped back. When I looked at it, I found that it was a real person, wearing a wedding dress, standing between the fake mannequins, and wearing a scarf and jewelry on my head, so I didn't distinguish it.

"Scared me to death," I patted my chest and recognized the woman who startled me. It was the pianist in red cheongsam who was not so arrogant after changing the white wedding dress this time, but the cold and gorgeous feeling was still there, a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away. After saying that, my head turned back and quietly seemed to be settled, If I hadn't been startled by her just now, I really doubt that I would have been dazzled.

"Shit, God nagging," I turned to my companions and said. Sanmei and Jinlihua patted me on the shoulder to show comfort. Brother donkey made a move and laughed at my timidity.

Since people say it's here, let's wait. We spread out four folding chairs and put them in the corner. We sat down and waited for the rest of the participants in the small class theme seminar to arrive.

I don't know whether we came too early or these people were used to being late. After waiting for another half an hour, talents came one after another. There were about 30 people. I met more than a dozen women at the concert. They were college teachers and students who participated in the performance. It is estimated that the other 20 were not much different from us. They invited them to participate in the theme seminar. 99% of them had never met, But there was a woman's back, but I thought it was familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

After the crowd gathered, the female pianist in white wedding dress came to the front of the whiteboard. I couldn't help but be stunned. It seems that she is going to give a lecture in wedding dress, which is very novel. If domestic universities do the same, it is estimated that the attendance rate of students will be greatly improved, but whether she can listen carefully can't be guaranteed.

"Hello and welcome to the symposium organized by us. I'm Helen, the lecturer of this seminar. This is the 35th issue of our organization. There will be a theme in the seminar. We will discuss this theme and try to express our views and results of the discussion with music."

"It's very fresh," I said to the donkey sitting on my right hand, but I found that his expression was a little wrong. He looked very nervous and bowed his head to think about something.

"What's the matter?" I saw his serious face. I thought he found something. I reached out to his ribs and opened the holster quietly, so that in case of any emergency, I could draw a gun and shoot at the first time, but most of the people in the room were women, and the other men didn't look like a threat. I really don't know what brother donkey was nervous about.

"35, did she just say 35?" brother donkey bowed his head and asked me in a low voice.

"Yes, what's the matter? Do you want to know the content of the first 34 issues?"

"No, missing persons. I remember that there were 34 people who disappeared in this town. After subtracting this period, the number was just the same." brother donkey's eyes lit up a little. He looked like this when he found the answer.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, in this issue, maybe another one will be missing," brother donkey looked around at everyone in the room and said.

"OK, I have to keep an eye on these people." I told brother donkey's idea to Sanmei and Jinlihua on the left. They both nodded to receive it.

When the four of us met, the female pianist in wedding dress had finished the opening greetings and began to introduce the theme of the seminar:

The theme we are discussing today is called "love and betrayal". As you all know, music is the language and communication of human souls, the catharsis and expression of human emotions, and the telling and listening at the spiritual level. Many famous songs in history take the feelings between men and women as the theme to express the sadness and Acacia of men and women, and the lingering and heartfelt feelings in love.

However, men's and women's different attitudes and rhythms in love often deeply hurt women in a vulnerable position. Men's attitude towards love is to pursue, possess, and then abandon and betray after boredom, while women will look forward to being with white heads for a long time, but they can only be deeply hurt by men's ruthless and shameless betrayal, In loneliness and pain, both body and mind are broken.

At the beginning, the woman in the wedding dress was still very calm. In the end, she became more and more excited, her snow-white face began to redden slightly, and her eyes became more fierce and angry. It seemed that this theme reminded her of some bad memories.

Moreover, she was not the only one. The female violinists sitting diagonally opposite our audience also agreed and agreed with Helen's words to varying degrees. Most of the women in the audience nodded repeatedly, and some were so angry that they clenched their teeth. Even the face of Jinlihua changed a little. Only a few of our men and Sanmei looked normal.

Sanmei has dual blood lineage of vampire and demon fox. She has lived for more than 200 years. She has long seen through these things. In addition, she has been fighting with vampire society and chasing her for a long time. Her nerves have long been trained like steel and iron, so she is not affected at all. Our men are the target of this theory, so they all feel a little wronged.

When he can defend himself with words, brother donkey will never keep silent. He immediately got up and retorted: "Hello, Ms. Li, no offense. I don't agree with you. Both men and women, as long as adults, should be responsible for their emotional behavior. Blindly attributing the responsibility to each other is immature and inappropriate. It can even be called extreme paranoid and extremely selfish."

Brother donkey has a high IQ and eloquence, but he made a mistake that can't see his eyebrows. When women denounce men in a room, as a minority man, the smartest way is to shut up and let them say that it's non-toxic. After venting, life continues as usual, but brother donkey is not me. His stubborn character is doomed to stand up and speak, just as he faces any other injustice Like ping's remarks, we will not let it go.

The consequence of stubbornness is to be glared at by a room of women. Some listeners in the front row also turned their heads and expressed their contempt or support for brother donkey with their eyes. Of course, women despise and men support.

But among these people who looked back, I saw a familiar face, that is, the woman I saw just now. When she turned her head and glared at brother donkey, I just saw her. Her skin was pale, there were some small freckles on it, and her eyes were big, but I couldn't recognize who it was.

"Where have I seen this face..." I thought carefully. Suddenly, it seemed that I caught a ray of light in the dark. The light quickly enlarged and lit up the whole picture in the dark. I remembered where I had seen this woman.

In a nightmare a few days ago, the woman who mutilated her eyes and cut several wounds on her face and arm!!!

I looked carefully, closed my eyes, forced myself to recall the terrible scene, and more determined my judgment. Yes, it was her, but in her dream, her eyes shed two blood marks on her face, and now she has both eyes and no blood on her face, so I didn't recognize her for a moment.

When I recognized the woman, the female pianist named Helen also refuted brother donkey's words.

"Sir, I don't mean to accuse someone or something. I'm just discussing a common phenomenon. At the same time, I also want to use music to resonate with those who feel the same. That's all. As for selfishness, I think everyone has their own views. Love is selfish and occupied, isn't it? The difference is that men want to occupy more than one woman, while women want to occupy one The whole body and mind of a man, which I think you can't deny. "

Brother donkey wanted to talk, but Helen made a gesture: "today we mainly discuss how to express betrayal in love with music and the kind of sadness and despair after being betrayed. The rest of the topics are not discussed. If you have different opinions, we can communicate privately."

Seeing the atmosphere of the woman's agreement and the eyes of the female audience, I quickly pulled brother donkey and motioned Helen to continue