Scattered osmanthus flowers drift down by the roadside of the school, and the road after the rain is covered with yellow, finely fragmented petals, with some lingering moisture in the air.
Tilan and Blanchi walk together on the stone-paved path, today they are going to learn piano from the same teacher, as for Ores and Yianqing, they both learned it a long time ago and are attending other classes today.
"Have you practiced piano before, Tilan?" Blanchi has no clue about the piano, or should I say she's not good with musical instruments, after all, she never had the leisure or energy to learn non-academic subjects before.
"I studied for a short time," Tilan knew that Blanchi was a bit afraid of falling behind among the four, always lagging at the end, and the inquiry just now was a response to the anxiety in her heart.
