I am a wallflower in a quick travel novel

Chapter 236 237 Do you know how to play the guitar?
She put it next to her ear and listened carefully, and finally she understood clearly, 【Happy Birthday! 】

Sang Yu's body tensed up all of a sudden, and her voice was full of juvenile clarity and a hoarse voice between a boy and an adult man.

Sang Yu's fingers holding the phone tightened subconsciously, and her heart beat uncontrollably faster.

It is said that everyone's voice changes in real life and on the phone. Sang Yu doesn't like to send voice directly when chatting with people. Even with Yu Shuxin, she basically sends text.

She had never heard her own voice, what it was like on the phone.

But at this time, she heard Duan Jiamu's voice. She didn't know if it was because of the guitar sound as an accompaniment. The last sentence Duan Jiamu said [Happy Birthday], Sang Yu thought it was particularly beautiful.

It's good to hear, after Sang Yu finished listening to this speech, she was still reluctant to let go, and wanted to go back and listen to it again.

But in the end, she resisted her urge.

Sang Yu is not an emotional person, sometimes she even feels that she is still a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Cold-blooded and heartless are the survival rules of Planet X. Sang Yu has lived in that impersonal place for more than ten years, so her enthusiasm has been wiped out bit by bit by indifference.

For a time she thought she was no different from a robot without any emotions.

However, recently, it seems that she has become more humane.

Sang Yu took the phone away from her ear, and then pressed her finger on the voice position on the screen of the phone. The corners of her mouth pursed and then moved slightly, and said two words softly.

【thanks! 】

After Sang Yu said these two words, she let go of her fingers and sent it.

Sang Yu looked at the message sent out, startled, holding the phone, her thoughts drifted a little.

On Duan Jiamu's side, after sending this message, he didn't receive any message from Sang Yu for a long time.

He even thought he was a little funny.

He searched on the Internet how to please the girl he likes, and most of the above are bad street routines.

He finally chose the most vulgar way, which is to show his talent to the girl he likes.

After all, it is said on the Internet, [Every girl has a poet in her heart. 】

Ask him to write a poem, even thinking about it makes me feel nauseous.

So in the end he chose what he was relatively good at, playing the guitar.

After Zhou Junhui finished gathering, he felt a little hungry, so he went to the canteen to buy some snacks and went back. Not far from the door of the dormitory, he heard the sound of a guitar. The sound seemed to come from their dormitory. He slightly In their dormitory, he only saw a guitar under Duan Jiamu's bed, so this is Duan Jiamu playing the guitar?

Moreover, Duan Jiamu seemed to be playing happy birthday music at this time.

Zhou Junhui couldn't understand more and more, maybe Duan Jiamu was giving himself blessings for playing the guitar.

When did Duan Jiamu become so leisurely and elegant, Zhou Junhui suddenly became interested, and opened the door of the dormitory lightly with the key.

The moment he opened the door, Zhou Junhui saw such a situation. Duan Jiamu was sitting cross-legged on a chair with the guitar resting on his lap, concentrating on playing the music.

Zhou Junhui's movements were very light, and Duan Jiamu was so engrossed in playing that he naturally didn't notice that he was back.

Duan Jiamu lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his face was full of affectionate expressions. Duan Jiamu was born good-looking, with fair and slender fingers, and his skin was cold and white, almost transparent.

Holding the bag, Zhou Junhui stood there admiring it, for fear of destroying this beautiful picture.

When Duan Jiamu played to the end, he muttered a few words to himself.

【Happy birthday. 】

Zhou Junhui: "...?"

Zhou Junhui suddenly felt a little strange. If Duan Jiamu was playing happy birthday music to himself, why did he say happy birthday to himself at the end? No matter how it sounds, it sounds like he is expressing his blessings to others. words.

Could it be that this is what Duan Jiamu is doing for himself?

But Zhou Junhui didn't dare to guess Duan Jiamu's mind.

After Duan Jiamu finished playing, Zhou Junhui came back to his senses completely. In order not to let Duan Jiamu find out that he was eavesdropping, he quickly put the snack bag on the bed and coughed. Duan Jiamu turned his head towards him, Zhou Junhui There was a bright smile on his face, "Student Duan Jiamu, you are the only one in the dormitory."

Duan Jiamu held the guitar in his hand, frowned slightly, and then hummed in a low voice.

Zhou Junhui smiled again when he heard Duan Jiamu's um, and said to Duan Jiamu with the snack bag on the bed: "Student Duan Jiamu, I bought a lot of snacks, do you want some?"

Duan Jiamu glanced at the bag of snacks in his hand, there were quite a variety of them, he shook his head, "I won't eat it."

Zhou Junhui put the snack bag back, and then took another look at the guitar in Duan Jiamu's hand, because he was too curious, so he couldn't help pointing at the guitar in Duan Jiamu's hand, "Student Duan Jiamu, can you still playing the guitar?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu nodded heavily, "Yes."

Zhou Junhui licked his lips, and said to Duan Jiamu: "Student Duan Jiamu, I heard a guitar in the dormitory just now, are you playing it?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

The corners of Duan Jiamu's eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was calm: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Junhui: "...?"

Zhou Junhui saw that Duan Jiamu looked a little unhappy, and thought that he might not like him asking questions, so he quickly shook his head with a smiling face, and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

When Zhou Junhui said this, he added, "I just feel that your playing is quite nice."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Zhou Junhui looked at Duan Jiamu's complexion, he quickly picked up a suit of clothes from the cabinet and hugged him, and then smiled at Duan Jiamu, "You continue to perform, Duan Jiamu, I'm going to take a shower."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

After Zhou Junhui finished speaking, he walked out of the dormitory with his clothes in his arms.

Duan Jiamu looked at the guitar in his hand, and thought of what Zhou Junhui said, he played quite nicely, Zhou Junhui said so, it proves that his playing is not bad, the little deskmate heard it , what will it feel like?

Duan Jiamu thought for a while, and when he heard the phone ringing, he glanced at it, and saw that it was the message sent to him by Sang Yu.

Duan Jiamu felt a little nervous, put the guitar on the table, and looked at it with his mobile phone.

What Sang Yu sent this time was a voice message, which was very short, only two seconds long.

(End of this chapter)