you are different from the picture

Musicians are always very sensitive to sound.

In the new week, Gu Yile sat in the classroom upstairs, playing with Lu Xiaodi's cello, and asked by the way: "Senior sister, have you ever heard a metaphor that describes people's voice as deep and melodious as a cello?"

"I have heard of it." Lu Xiaodi replied, "If you can use this kind of metaphor, it is obvious that you have never played the cello."

Gu Yile plucked the g-string, and tasted it: "I think it still looks a bit like it."

Lu Xiaodi sensed something sensitively, and wentssiping: "Who is who, whose voice is like a cello?"

"No one." Gu Yile muttered as his eyes wandered around, "I just thought of it."

Lu Xiaodi still wanted to ask, but the phone in Gu Yile's pocket rang.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, at nine o'clock, Gu Yile took out his phone with a little expectation that he didn't even notice, unlocked it and entered the WeChat interface, the slightly upward arc of his mouth froze instantly.

Liang: [Hello, it's cold, drink plenty of hot water. 】

I took a bite of Lele yesterday, and went back after sleeping.

No, it's one o'clock in the morning on his side, and he probably didn't sleep halfway.

Gu Yile gritted her back molars and replied: [You too[/bare teeth]]

I thought this guy could get what he meant, but whoever thought he would send a "OK" would be silent.

Gu Yile was stunned, and posted a post on the forum——Is this dead straight man using me as a punch card machine?

The comments are all gloating, hahaha, saying that this person is probably an AI, the one with a set program, sending out blunt words on a regular basis every day.

Some people say that drinking hot water is not popular now, and you should drink hot water.

Gu Yile was even more depressed, until there was a comment from a netizen who was as anonymous as him.

Dong: He felt that it was necessary to continue using honorifics until the relationship was confirmed.

Gu Yile asked in the building: How do you know?

Dong replied quickly: Guess.

"The tone of guessing dares to be so sure..."

Gu Yile complained about it, but believed it in his heart.After all, according to Liang Dong's old-fashioned personality, maybe he really thought so.

But to confirm the relationship... Gu Yile held his cheeks and thought, why must the relationship be confirmed, isn't it good to be friends?

There was a rehearsal for the orchestra in the afternoon, and Gu Yile was the one who occupied the seat.

Peng Zhou came late, and he made a crazy mispronunciation when playing the tune. He was called by the conductor Teacher Sun several times. Gu Yile sat behind and stared at the back of his head, feeling like this kid was about to cry.

After the rehearsal was over, Gu Yile patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, who bullied you?"

Peng Zhouqin didn't bother to tidy up, turned around and threw herself into Gu Yile's arms: "This world is so scary, Brother Le!"

Hearing that a man confessed his love to him, Gu Yile spouted out the milk tea with pearls that he just drank into his mouth.

People around looked sideways, and the girl from the oboe class next door passed by and kindly handed over a pack of tissues.

Gu Yile, who wiped his mouth clean and barely stopped coughing, said, "That proves that you are attractive. You should be happy."

Peng Zhou frowned: "I'm a straight man, so the charm of attracting men should be avoided."

"Then turn him down and tell him you're a piece of steel and concrete."

"That's what I said... He actually laughed, let me think about it before answering him."

"Then promise him, play with him, and let him know what it means to bend rather than bend."

"I'm not this kind of person. I take relationships very seriously." Peng Zhou waved his hand and said, "Unlike you and Sister Lu, who are pigs and meat, if I want to find someone, I have to find someone who can live with me for the rest of my life."

"Ideological awareness is quite high." Gu Yile nodded in relief, "Nowadays, there are very few young people who think like you."

Peng Zhou was very happy to be praised: "Is that right? If a man like me enters your circle, he will be the peerless and easy-going novel in the novel!"

Gu Yile gave him a sideways glance, everything was kept silent.

Walking on the tree-lined avenue of the campus in the evening, the loud singing of the vocal class in the teaching building and the sound of various musical instruments mixed into an inexplicable and harmonious melody.

Witnessing a boy riding a bicycle to pick up another boy, and the two were in an intimate pose, Peng Zhou couldn't help sighing: "It's said that those who study art can't go anywhere, and those who don't bend are because they haven't met the right person, and they don't know the truth. Fake, it made me panic."

"Fake." Gu Yile took the last sip of milk tea, and accurately threw the empty cup into the non-recyclable trash bin three meters away, "It's so easy to bend, it's considered high-quality if you don't scold disgusting face to face."

Gu Yile actually doesn't like milk tea very much, it's too boring.

When I was visiting the canteen, I originally wanted to get a Coke, but suddenly thought of the phrase "drink more hot water", so I temporarily changed my way to the next door and ordered a cup of hot milk tea.

Walking in the cold corridor of the office building at this moment, Gu Yile curled up his hands and feet like a ball, thinking: Fortunately, the milk tea he drank, otherwise it would be frozen solid from the inside out.

He came to hand in the registration form. He discussed with his family last night. The competition will be held in April next year. From now on, the whole family will tighten their belts, and it will be ok to collect travel and accommodation expenses by then.

Gu Yile has been sensible since he was a child, and it was the first time he asked his family for some "unreasonable" demands. Guan Mengqing and Gu Dong agreed without thinking about it. They almost followed him to the school to watch him hand in the registration form for fear of his repentance. .

Teacher Sun was also a little surprised by his decision so quickly: "Why, what I said last time touched you?"

"Yeah." Gu Yile admitted generously, "After all, a violinist who doesn't want to be the chief violinist is not a good pianist."

I made another appointment with the teacher to discuss the competition repertoire, and it was just after seven o'clock.

Gu Yile swiped her phone and went downstairs, replying to Liang's dinner greeting, when she bumped into someone head-on.

He began to regret the nonsense about "pianist" just now.

The space at the corner of the stairs is narrow enough for two people to stand side by side. Gu Yile could see who was coming, and turned to leave without saying a word.

But was stopped by the other party.

The young man in a crisp coat was the first to say hello: "Long time no see."

Gu Yile looked down at an arm lying in front of him, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

The man smiled: "It's quite fierce now, not like back then, when it was soft, and it would cry when touched."

The drooping eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and Gu Yile snorted softly: "People will change, after all, it's very rare for someone like you to be a bad person from childhood to adulthood."

The smile froze, and the man's face showed a hint of hostility. Perhaps he was concerned about public occasions, so he calmed down in an instant.

"The sharp teeth have not changed at all." He said in a relaxed tone, "I heard that you were a second mention in Sun Rui's orchestra? Why, didn't you have to be the chief in the past, can you bear this grievance?"

"none of your business."

Hearing Gu Yile's gnashing of teeth hidden under his calmness, the man felt refreshed instead.

He was already tall, and he raised his jaw and looked at Gu Yile in a condescending manner: "I just came back from abroad and will stay in your school for a while. If you need it in the future, please continue to find me as your piano accompaniment."

Taking advantage of the steps in front of and behind Gu Yile and there was no way to retreat, the man leaned closer to his ear, and the corners of his mouth curled up again: "Come on, Lele."

At [-]:[-] p.m. city time, seeing that it was approaching [-]:[-] p.m. in China, Liang Dong picked up his phone and turned on the screen, but there was no news from Gu Yile.

Obviously they had a good chat before noon, Gu Yile said that he would cook hot pot at home with his parents at night, and asked him if he wanted to miss domestic food, but when he replied "yes", it showed "the other party is typing" for two seconds, There is no response.

After three hours, the hot pot should be almost finished.

Liang Dong, who has been approached by others since he was a child, is very bad at talking with others. In addition, some so-called skills he learned before have repeatedly encountered obstacles in the practice process. Out of caution, he still considered his speaking skills for a while.

In just 2 minutes, my younger sister, Liang Yuan, sent a video invitation without any hesitation.

Thinking that it doesn't matter if you are 5 minutes late, Liang Dong pressed the answer button.

As soon as the connection was made, Liang Yuan let out a "wow": "Brother, you look so handsome wearing glasses!"

Liang Dong's degree of myopia is not deep, and he wears a pair of ordinary gold-rimmed glasses, which he only wears when he is attending lectures or reading.

He was in the dormitory at the moment, and was preparing for the group project in the afternoon before picking up his mobile phone. He realized that he was still wearing glasses when he heard this, and raised his hand to take them off.

"Stop!" Liang Yuan shouted at the other end of the screen, "Wear it, just wear it like this, old gentleman scum!"

Liang Dong: ...

Whether it was picked or not, Liang Yuan happily took a screenshot and gave his opinion: "When I meet my sister-in-law, I will dress like this."

Liang Dong thought for a while: "She's not sister-in-law yet." After a short pause, he added, "He doesn't like this."

Liang Yuan asked, what do you like?Liang Dong remembered the photos of those muscular men, and silently opened the webpage on the computer to see if the pair of dumbbells he ordered from Amazon the day before yesterday had shipped.

"Isn't it possible? Who doesn't like my brother's appearance?" Liang Yuan was still muttering, "How about I help you find out some other day..."

"No need." Liang Dong categorically refused, "Don't tell others in the future, I will handle the matter between me and him myself."

Shocked by his elder brother's majesty, Liang Yuan covered his mouth and nodded desperately: "Yeah, I will definitely not tell our mother that you have fallen in love with your sister-in-law for a long time!"

With half-lidded eyes, Liang Dong said softly, "She knows this."

In the eyes of others, Liang Dong has a prominent family background, outstanding appearance, and a smart mind that can easily achieve excellent results.

But few people know that since he was sensible, he has taken it for granted that the chances of seeing his parents are few and far between. tasks, or new expectations.

Because he is used to waiting, the time alone is not difficult for him at all.

But at night, when Liang Dong received a transfer of 520 yuan from Gu Yile, he was still stunned for a while.

After reacting, he asked: [Haven't you slept so late? 】

Gu Yile at three o'clock in the morning was very different from usual. The specific manifestation was that he first sent several sentences that didn't match the preamble, and then he simply gave up editing and shouted into the microphone in voice mode: "I've paid my salary, I'm here to pay you back." money!"

Liang Dong listened to the alcohol-smelling voice twice, and after confirming that the surroundings were quiet and that the person hadn't stayed outside, he typed: 【Are you home now? 】

"Where am I not at home? Do you think I'm drinking and drinking outside? No, I drank at home, with my dear parents." Gu Yile, who didn't know how much he drank, was suspected of going crazy with alcohol, "Remember, I'm Gu Yile, I'm not that kind Man! Even after drinking, my temperament is, I can control it to death!"

Hearing that he was at home, Liang Dong was relieved.

Before he could type a reply, Gu Yile who was on the opposite side couldn't sit still: "Why don't you talk...Are you afraid to talk to me?!"

Liang Dong felt helpless and long-pressed to make a voice: "Yes, I see."

The simple four words, like a shot of sedative, calmed down the other side instantly.

He was still confused when he opened his mouth to speak, humming and chirping as if coquettish: "Then you, why don't you call me... Lele."

Liang Dong pressed the voice button and called out, "Lele."

"Screw a few more times." Gu Yile ordered confidently, "Wash my ears."

Although he didn't know what "washing ears" was, Liang Dong followed him and shouted a few more times.

After hearing enough, Gu Yile expressed his gratitude with a big tongue: "Thank you——"

The word "you" has nine twists and eighteen bends, and the self-evidentness in it makes Liang Dong's lips slightly curl up.

He is willing to give the initiative to the other party, even if the other party is not sober now, jumping to other nonsensical topics like sleepwalking.

"Then what, you, do you know country y?"

"Yeah." Liang Dong replied, "I'm in Country Y."

"Is it cold in there?"

"cold."

"Is it colder than City S?"

"Ah."

"Then what should I do?" Gu Yile sniffed, "I'm going to compete there in a few months."

"It won't be cold then." Liang Dong said, "It's not cold in spring."

"Oh……"

After a while of silence, Gu Yile seemed to have crawled into the bed, the cotton cloth was rubbing against each other, and his voice became sticky: "Then, are there bad people there?"

Liang Dong thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

There are malicious people everywhere in the world.

Reason told Liang Dong that Gu Yile probably encountered some troubles, what he should do is to listen, and then quietly wait for him to fall asleep.

But he still wanted to say something else, something that he didn't dare to say usually, that might scare Gu Yile like giving out a red envelope.

The thin lips were pursed and opened again, and the voice from a distant place became very close, like a reassuring lullaby.

"But I won't let you meet bad people."

"good night."

The author says:

Gu Yile after waking up: I have washed my ears and lost my face