小孩子缩在角落里，一副疲惫而又无可奈何的样子。四周都是琴房，参差不齐的琴声像一队队散兵游勇从四面八方围困过来，小孩子深陷其中无力自拔。他闭上眼，是那种很大人般的闭眼姿势逃避着周围的一切。我问他，你几岁了？他不睁眼看我，只用手伸出一个“六”字。我说噢，六岁 Children shrink in the corner, a tired but helpless look. Surrounded by piano room, jagged piano sound like a team of scattered soldiers and valiant brave siege from all directions, the children were unable to extricate themselves. He closed his eyes, is the kind of person-like eyes closed to avoid all around. I asked him, how old are you? He did not open his eyes to see me, only hand out a “six” word. I say oh, six years old