Seated by the window, Dubian Che examined the reed pipe in his hand.
It was about 11 millimeters in diameter and had been stored for two years, produced in France.
Straight, with a smooth shiny surface, it was slightly yellowish-brown with tan stripes, and its cross-section fibers were finely tightly packed.
This was the best material for making reed plates.
The afternoon of the second day of parent-teacher conferences, with the clear sound of cicadas accompanying the scorching sunlight, students in class 4, year 1 were each busy with their own tasks.
Dubian Che, whose first reed had started to be out of tune, used tools like the reed planer, thread, reed seat, and a blade to tinker with the reed pipe, planning to personally make a second reed.
"I'm back."
Saito Keisuke, who seemed as if he had shed a layer of skin, collapsed into the seat of a girl in front of Dubian Che.
