Rebirth of Huaijing

Lightning streaked across the gloomy sky from time to time, accompanied by rumbling thunder, the restless factor in the air was trembling and ready to go.

The music struck on the keys seems to penetrate the screen, luring every tiny dust to dance with it.

Croatia was soaked in blood, and the flames of war were raging. In a ruined wall, the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated.The smoke that rises is lonely and tragic, marking the passing of life.

There are no flowers, no birds, no people here.

There is only endless gray, cloudy sky.

The violin is so sad that it makes people cry, and the melody is led by the piano to climb step by step, and all the rhythms strongly want to spew out sadness and anger.

Everyone stared at the electronic screen with bated breath. Several hopeful teenagers were distributed on the stage, followed closely by the light green light beam in the pitch black.

Ren Erpang was beating the drum set, his chubby face wrinkled into a ball because of his dedication, trembling with the rhythm, it was indescribably funny.The photographer also seemed to be afraid that he would spoil the atmosphere too much, so the camera turned to the conductor Chen Lin, and then slowly swept to Cheng Sigu.The campus prince is indescribably handsome at this moment, with sweat soaking his forehead and splitting on the strings, his slender fingers controlling the bow, sometimes melancholy and sometimes passionate, no matter how you look at it, you want to lick the screen.

Immediately after the scene turned to the piano, the photographer seemed to be particularly fond of that man, and he took long shots several times, even as subtle as the trembling eyelashes.

Zhou Huaijing was only wearing a white shirt, and the sweat was dripping from his forehead, slowly condensing into a bean-sized sweat bead, sliding down the arc of his brow, passing by his smooth side face, and then hanging on his chin.When playing the piano, the movements were greater than usual, and if I didn't pay attention, beads of sweat hit my eyelashes.If sweat falls into the eyes, it will definitely cause pain. Zhou Huaijing can only blink his right eye secretly, but the camera is right in front of him, so it looks like he blinked lightly at the audience on purpose.

Lu Yi's gaze was completely focused on that person, as if a hand was tentatively groping for that face.

Wiping his sweaty forehead, gently stroking his brows, stroking his thin eyelids, feeling the eyeballs moving restlessly under the eyelids, and then wrapping his cheeks with his callused palms, he bullied him with one thumb Soft overwhelmed lips.

Zhang Qiming stared dumbfounded at Erye Lu's hair sticking up one, another, and another... Then he frantically and uncontrollably heard the hair cream being peeled off with a tragic moan, and the hair just swished like that. Everyone stood up...

Ah, one hundred secrets and one sparse, how could he forget this?

Zhang Qiming has already noticed that many children around him cast all kinds of strange eyes.

The music is still going on, and there is a decadent desolation in the barren battlefield.

But life is hidden in it.

Rumble.

The strong wind and thunder echoed in symphony, and under the broken rubble, it seemed that a seed responded to the call of the sky, stretched out its tender buds, pushed away the gravel with its soft arms, and quietly protruded out of the ground.

The weak little bud trembled in the strong wind, endured the devastation, but gave birth to hope.

It formed buds little by little, and slowly and slowly opened the petals.

Small white flowers bloom among the ruined walls.

Like boiling water, bigger and bigger bubbles emerge, and finally splashes from the pot, bursting into every inch of air.

It wasn't until the end of the music that the four of them came to the stage to express their thanks, and the applause roared like thunder.

Everyone in the square stood up excitedly, cheered, clapped and whistled, and shouted against the strong wind.

Zhou Huaijing's clothes were drenched with sweat, and the camera panned his back with his thin shirt stuck to his back when he stepped off the stage.

Lu Yan's pupils deepened, and he stared quietly at the figure.

When Zhou Huaijing came backstage, several people looked at each other in silence, and after a while, the three of them grinned at the same time, happily throwing themselves into a ball with Zhou Huaijing.

"Hahaha, I really know people with eyes!" Cheng Sigu said happily enough, he pouted and wanted to kiss Zhou Huaijing's fair and tender face, but fortunately a palm covered his mouth mercilessly and dragged him away.

Lu Chang looked at him condescendingly, and several people didn't dare to make a fuss when they saw him coming, and stepped aside one after another.Zhou Huaijing was relieved immediately, his hair was messed up, his clothes were messy, and when he got up from the ground, the redness on his cheeks from the performance hadn't faded away, and he looked as if he had been severely ravaged.

Zhou Huaijing looks too delicate, although she doesn't look like a girl, but her eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as God's treasured version, that look makes people blush inexplicably, Ren Erpang and Chen Lin turned their heads away at the same time.Ren Erpang touched his belly and sighed, what the fuck, God must have dozed off when he made him, so his eyes and eyebrows almost twisted together.

Zhang Li stood timidly outside the door and watched for a while, when Zhou Huaijing's eyes noticed her, she lowered her head, blushed and mustered up her courage to come over.

Everyone looked at the little girl meaningfully.Zhang Li's face turned red, and he said softly to Zhou Huaijing, "Thank you for helping me."

Zhou Huaijing blinked, he was thinking that he didn't help her, but Cheng Sigu. From this point of view, it seems that he should not accept the other party's thanks.

Several people saw Zhou Huaijing standing there blankly and didn't respond at all, while the red tide on Zhang Li's face gradually faded, his timid and embarrassed look was really pitiful.Cheng Sigu was the first to react, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, thank you very much tonight, otherwise the performance will be ruined."

"Huaijing plays the piano really well." Chen Lin said.

"Hehehe, thank you for everything, Huaijing is also in our Class 1." Ren Erpang said cheekily, "We have to live together, and we have to die together, we share weal and woe."

"Who gave birth with you?" Chen Lin curled his lips in disgust.

Zhou Huaijing felt a little novelty, the words lingered twice on his lips and tongue, and said to Zhang Li: "I am from Class 1." His heart was filled with inexplicable satisfaction, as if stuffed with soft cotton, Zhou Huaijing wrote it down and decided to go back Just ask my brother.

Zhang Li was taken aback for a moment, then raised a pear blossom-like smiling face and nodded slightly: "Well, we are a group."

"By the way, Zhang Li, why did that Wang Yi splash water on you on purpose?" Ren Erpang clenched his fists resentfully.That Princess Wang Yi was seriously ill, and she was usually domineering, but I had never seen her bullying people so blatantly before, and it was before such an important performance.If Zhang Li was made to lose face in front of the audience, wouldn't Chen Guang make a fool of himself all over the country?

Zhang Li shook his head blankly: "I don't know. I never talked to her." She looked at her bound right hand, feeling a little wronged in her heart.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, I'll investigate." Cheng Sigu comforted her.Everyone knows Zhang Li's character, he is timid and introverted, even afraid of ants, and he will never deliberately conflict with others.Wang Yi stared at her, either because she was not pleasing to the eye, or because there was something hidden that even Zhang Li himself didn't know.

Several people planned to have a dinner together, but the weather and time were not suitable.

After the performance, Lu Chang, Zhou Huaijing and Cheng Sigu left the school together.At the school gate, Cheng Sigu's father watched the performance and waited for him there by car.

Although Cheng Sigu often called him poor, his father was actually the mayor of this city, a serious second-generation official.However, Cheng's family style is clear and his family education is also strict, Cheng Sigu has not suffered from the disease of dandyism and extravagance at all.On the contrary, Cheng Sigu also took the bus to and from school by himself every day, and his pocket money was pitifully small in a place like Chenguang where the local tyrants ran around everywhere.

After he left, Lu Chang's driver also drove over.Lu Chang walked to the car, and suddenly received a call to go to the company. He was worried about Zhou Huaijing's safety, so he asked the driver to take him home, and went to take a taxi by himself.

When Zhou Huaijing got into the car, his head became dizzy, he felt sick, and his face turned pale.

He huddled in the back seat and fell asleep staring dazedly.

After a night of thunder and thunder, the sky finally poured down with heavy rain, and the crackling raindrops hit the car window, blurring the scene outside the car.

Zhou Huaijing's consciousness was in a daze, the car stopped and started, there was a faint drizzle of rain being carried in by the strong wind, and the coolness rushed all over his face.He tried to open his eyes, but a square handkerchief in his nose came with a faint aroma and the smell of medicine, invading his lungs and disturbing his thoughts.

Zhou Huaijing let the scent drag him into a deeper confusion, because the smell carried the familiar scent of that person.

Indistinctly, his head was lying on the man's lap, and a big hand with the cold breath of rain and mist gently brushed away the wet hair on his forehead, as if a pair of eyes were staring intently and affectionately at his tightly closed brows .

The man gently traced his eyebrows and eyes with one hand, and gently patted him on his arm with the other hand, as if coaxing a naughty child to sleep obediently.

A cold fragrance permeated the silent carriage, and the melodious and gorgeous waltz played by the violin and accordion reverberated softly.

Zhou Huaijing heard a call from a distant place in the dark enclosure.

The man was calling his name.

- Huaijing.

- Huaijing.

"...Huaijing, Huaijing."

Zhou Huaijing opened his eyes, his brother was standing outside the car, looking at him with an umbrella.He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the seat. The driver looked at him and smiled honestly. There was no one else in the car.

No scent, no waltz, just the noise of the rain.

Like an unnoticed dream, slipping through hands without a trace.

Zhou Huaijing touched his eyes, as if there was still warmth left there.He climbed out of the car in frustration and stood under his brother's umbrella.

The moment the door was closed, his eyes caught a glimpse, just under the seat where he was sitting, there was a blue and white checkered handkerchief, messily crushed and flattened by him.

Zhou Huaijing's gloomy eyes were lit up almost instantly, like a match was struck in the dark night, and his whole heart brightened up.

Zhou Huaixiu saw the corners of his younger brother's mouth slightly turned up, as if a cat who had stolen a small dried fish, his eyes were filled with indescribable satisfaction and satisfaction.

"What's so happy about it?" The Zhou family's vinegar jar was promoted to a vinegar jar, showing signs of being overthrown.

Zhou Huaijing turned her head in a daze, her elder brother was so childish, like a child making trouble.He raised his hand and touched his brother's head, and sure enough, he saw his expression after the rain.

Zhou Huaijing looked at his elder brother: "My elder brother is really naive."