green shell

Lao Fang went to a meeting at noon, no one was watching the noon self-study in the fourth class, everyone released their instincts, and Chen Peng and Wang Bochen sang duets separated by three groups.Mu Ying is not here, maybe she went to borrow a classroom from the music teacher.

After arguing with Chen Peng and Wang Bochen for a while, Xiang Yang felt a little hot.He tugged at his collar and reached out to open the window a little.The heat was immediately suppressed by the cool winter wind, and Xiang Yang let out a breath, watching the white mist fly away with the wind, and was blown away by the wind again.

How nice, he thought, looking at where the fog had disappeared.It can at least be free.

"Yangzi!" Wang Bochen poked Xiangyang, holding a highlighter as a microphone in his hand: "Would you like to say something?"

"Farewell," Xiang Yang laughed, and pushed away the highlighter that Wang Bochen extended over: "For the sake of the ears of the general public."

"Are you singing out of tune?" Wang Bochen was quite surprised.

"What's wrong? No way?" Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay," Wang Bochen nodded several times: "I always feel that it doesn't match your appearance."

"Wang Bochen!" Lao Fang suddenly popped his head out from the front door: "What? Sit down for me! Standing on the table is ridiculous!"

Wang Bochen staggered in fright and almost fell off.As he sat down, he whispered, "Sooner or later, I will be scared to death by Lao Fang."

Mu Ying sneaked in from behind Lao Fang, quietly walked to the side of the seat, and asked Xiang Yang in a low voice: "Didn't Lao Fang go to a meeting?"

"I don't know," Xiang Yang shook his head, "It's over."

"It's really fast," Mu Ying put away the key of the music classroom: "We can go to the music classroom to rehearse for self-study tonight, and then I can ask Lao Fang for a vacation."

"Well," Xiang Yang nodded: "Are there any musical instruments there? Brother Peng said it's best to find someone who can make musical instruments, which will also be bright."

"Yes, there is," Mu Ying sighed: "Our school's equipment is broken enough. I went to see it today, and several of the pianos were inaccurate. They said that they should wait until the holidays to tune them. Anyway, they don't need them now. Come on. The other instruments are brought by others, I can’t borrow them, there are only two guitars left that we can use, and as a result, one is missing a string and the other is only half of the body.”

"Oh my God," Wang Bochen leaned forward, "This is too miserable."

"It's miserable," Mu Ying nodded, "I went with Lin Qi, and we were both discussing how poor our school is."

"Then how many strings are missing on that guitar?" Xiang Yang asked.

"Sanxian," Mu Ying said, "Our music teacher said that Sanxian loves to break."

"The new strings must be easy to buy, it's okay." Wang Bochen sat back and took out the yogurt: "Tsk, it's too tiring to stick around here."

Mu Ying gave him a disgusted look: "Look at you, my god." After she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped, and her eyes lit up when she turned around.

"Hey, you said, I'm going to ask Lu if he can play an instrument?" Mu Ying lowered her voice.

Wang Bochen hissed: "Why do you still miss him?"

Mu Ying glared at Wang Bochen: "He is handsome, let me tell you, many girls in other classes miss him, it would be a pity not to play this card."

"Handsome..." Wang Bochen pouted to imitate Mu Ying.

Xiang Yang cut off the conversation and looked at Mu Ying: "I think it's ok, let's try it. I'll accompany you with Old Wang."

"Hey, what's going on!" Lao Fang raised his head from behind the podium: "Why are you arguing again? Learn quietly, and save enough energy for class later!"

Mu Ying sat up straight, and nodded quietly towards Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang smiled and turned his head to look out the window.

The sun is too strong, and it hurts the eyes.Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable being pierced by the sudden sunlight.The temperature from the sun is too hot, but once the temperature from the winter wind is neutralized, it becomes warm and comfortable.

He looked aimlessly at the swaying tree branches blown by the wind outside, how the twigs on the treetops were broken by the wind, and how they bumped and fell into the bird's nest framed by the tree branches.The bird's nest was crumbling under the pressure of this twig. The bird standing on the branch stopped for a short time before spreading its wings and flying away from the swaying branch.

Xiang Yang looked at the bird, and suddenly envied it.

It can fly away if it wants to.

But he was framed for a long time.

He remembered how his mother cried bitterly a long time ago, remembered what the woman his father remarried said condescendingly to him when he was a child, and remembered the isolation of his classmates and the ridicule of his teachers when he was in school, and he was exhausted because of the sunlight that just pierced his eyes.

For just a moment he thought, what if...

But the clouds quickly blocked the dazzling light.Xiang Yang closed his eyes and put away his fatigue, but let out a breath slowly.

He looked out of the window for a while, and closed his eyes after the sun appeared again. He brushed away the shattered hair that was blown by the wind, and put his hand on the window, trying to close the window a little bit.

Lu Yi should be sleeping?He thought, why don't I close the window.Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Lu Yi.

Lu Sui was not sleeping.

Xiang Yang was stunned for a while when he met those peach blossom eyes.Lu Yi's expression looked similar to when he asked Lu Yichen whether he would participate in the performance before, with his head half-raised, with a slightly surprised expression, his right eye was a little round, but his left eye was half-closed because of the sunlight.Because of a ray of light shining on the left side of his face, he looked a little youthful.

good looking.

Xiang Yang hurriedly lowered his head to stare at the texture of the tiles to stabilize his heartbeat.

A bit reluctant to let others see.

is this correct?

right?

Xiang Yang's hand was blown by the cold wind, he regained his senses, quickly turned his head and closed the window tightly.Before the window was closed tightly, a gust of wind blew, which failed to suppress his hotness, but made Xiangyang even hotter after the wind left.

It's over, your ears should be red.

"Hey, hey, Xiangyang, Xiangyang," Chen Peng saw Xiangyang entering the classroom and ran over quickly: "I discussed with Lao Wang, we don't want a song that is too high, if you can't sing it, if you are suspicious, tell him, Let's see if there is anything he can play that we can sing, let's choose a few and see if we can come across them later."

Xiang Yang nodded: "Success."

"Where is Lu Sui?" Mu Ying looked behind Xiang Yang: "Did you two come together?"

Xiang Yang shook his head: "No, he forgot to bring his mobile phone, so he went back to get it again, what's wrong?"

"The guitar," Mu Ying handed the guitar to Xiang Yang: "Give it to him later, I have to go with Lin Qi and the others, I can't control your side."

"You go," Xiang Yang took the guitar, "I'm here."

Xiang Yang sat by the door of the classroom with a guitar, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and dug out the suspicious road from the crowd.The profile picture is black, and the nickname is... name?

puff.

Xiangyang clicked on the dialogue with Lu Yi. The last dialogue was "I am Xiangyang" and "Lu Yi" in September.He curled his lips, typed a few words, and wanted to laugh when he thought of Lu Yi's head that hadn't turned around since he got up and his lame excuse.

Phone out of work?

Might as well go to the toilet.

"Have you got your phone?" Xiang Yang sent it.

It took a while for the over there to come back: "Take it."

"We are in classroom [-], don't go wrong, there are children rehearsing in the next classroom."

The answer to this question was very quick: "Got it."

Xiangyang changed to a cross-legged position, put one hand on the guitar, and opened Lu Yi's circle of friends with the mobile phone in the other.Lu Yi's circle of friends is pitifully small, and all of them have been visible since four years ago, but there are only a few.The first was a photo of a strawberry cake from Christmas four years ago.The shot was pretty good, at least Xiang Yang wanted to eat it after seeing it.The second is a partial picture of a guitar sent on Christmas three years ago; the third is a picture of headphones sent on Christmas two years ago; the fourth is a photo of a guitar pick sent on Christmas one year ago.

Does Christmas have any special meaning?Xiang Yang tilted his head.

"Guitar."

Xiang Yang raised his head and saw Lu Yi stretching out his hand to him.He put down the phone, handed the guitar to Lu Yi, and then stuck his hands there.

Holding the guitar, Lu Yi raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Pull me up." Xiang Yang shrugged.

Lu Yi hesitated for a moment, but he changed his hand to hold the guitar, and stretched out his hand to pull Xiang Yang up.

Xiang Yang took advantage of the situation and stood up, watching Lu Yi's eyes drifting back and forth the whole time, just trying to play tricks without looking at him.Xiang Yang stared at Lu Yi, and pinched Lu Yi's tiger's mouth with his fingers.

Lu Yi's eyes immediately stopped wandering, he looked towards Xiangyang, his eyes were wide open.

How cute it is, how bad it is to be so expressionless.Xiang Yang smiled, didn't let go, but pulled Lu Yi a step forward: "Look at me," he squinted his eyes, "Don't be cowardly."

"Xiangyang," Lu Yi didn't dodge this time, but stepped forward a little bit, raised his eyes and looked straight at Xiangyang: "Just don't be cowardly."

Lu Yi got a little closer, and Xiang Yang could smell a faint fragrance from his body, but he couldn't tell what it was, it was one smell at first, and another smell after another.

Smells... good?

Xiangyang was in a daze, his wrist was held tightly by Lu Yi, it hurt a little, but he was attracted by Lu Yi's eyes.Lu Yi's eyes are not pure black at close range, but dark brown, smudged from the innermost circle near the pupil to the outside.His eyelashes were thick and long, because Lu Yi looked up from the bottom and blocked part of the light in his eyes, which made him feel more oppressive.

Xiangyang curled up her fingers.Lu Yi is half a head taller than him, and now he is holding his wrist and sticking so close to him, although it is not like when others approach him, but it is indeed a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it's timidity, Xiang Yang thought before turning his eyes away.

"Let's pick a song first." Xiang Yang pushed Lu Yi lightly with his free other hand: "First choose an accompaniment that you can play."

"En." Lu Yi didn't say anything, took a step back, loosened his hand, but didn't leave Xiang Yang's wrist.

Xiangyang smelled the vague fragrance of Lu Yi again, he lowered his head, and did not break away from Lu Yi holding his hand.

Xiang Yang was so nervous just now that he couldn't feel anything, now that Lu Yi took a step back to divert Xiang Yang's attention from Lu Yi's oppressive feeling, Xiang Yang realized that his heart was beating terribly fast.He stared at his wrist, and it took him a moment to react before he wanted to pull his hand out.

Pulse, too fast.

"Don't move," Lu Yi tightened his hands, and then lightened his strength again: "Just for a while."

Xiang Yang was stunned.

Lu Yi let go of his hand after a short while, he looked towards Xiangyang: "Let's go."

"...Well." Xiang Yang stretched out his curled fingers, and followed Lu Yi to the corner of the classroom where there was no one.

Xiang Yang half leaned on the stereo and watched Lu Yi take out the guitar, watched him tune and test, watched him take out a pick from his pocket, and suddenly remembered his circle of friends: "December [-]th is right Are you important?"

Lu Yi swept the strings, without looking up: "It's okay." He raised his head to look at Xiangyang: "It's my birthday."

Xiang Yang paused for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and nodded with an "oh".

Lu Yi suddenly laughed: "Xiangyang, I think you are right."

"Huh?" Looking at Lu Yi's smiling face, Xiang Yang began to curl his fingers again: "What?"

"We are indeed a bit alike." Lu Yi said.

Xiangyang's fingernails slashed across the casing of the stereo, and he looked at Lu Yi, unable to say anything.

"It's just that I'm not the same as you." Lu Yi raised an eyebrow at Xiang Yang.

"I won't run after flirting," he said.