Laughing astray

When Yan Zihan got up, Cong Xiaoyi was still sleeping, and his head was rolled up into a silkworm shape without showing his head. Yesterday, he fell asleep together in a daze. Cong Xiaoyi had a relatively large sleeping area, and Yan Zihan was squeezed awake one night several times.

There were a lot of things to do in the past two days, and with the idea of ​​letting him rest for a while, Yan Zihan got up and went to the kitchen. Stewing chicken soup yesterday was already a lot of work, and he didn't know what to do after going around.

There wasn't much left in the fridge, Yan Zihan rummaged through it and only took out a few eggs, lost his phone with the egg custard, and thought egg custard was more to his liking, so he took a bowl and knocked all the eggs into it.

Cong Xiaoyi was sleeping happily, but he always felt that he smelled something in his nose. He opened his eyes in a daze and found that Yan Zihan was not there. Before he could react, he heard a bang and jumped up instantly.

When he rushed to the kitchen, Yan Zihan was cleaning up the mess, and a bunch of messy things fell on the ground, Cong Xiaoyi asked in wonder, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zihan didn't know what to use to describe his mood now, he just wanted to make breakfast, but the pot almost exploded.

"I wanted to have a steamed egg..."

Cong Xiaoyi followed his hand and looked over. In a bowl on the ground, to be precise, in a broken bowl, some yellow things still stuck to it. This is not the point, the point is the outside and inside of the mini steamer It was almost black and dregs, "What's the matter?"

"I'm curious." Yan Zihan simply sat down on the ground and asked helplessly, "Is there water in the steamer?"

Cong Xiao understood everything, the old man did not put any water in the pot to steam the eggs.

"I'm lucky... we can still go out alive today." Cong Xiao stretched his waist, and was used to Yan Zihan, a cooking idiot. "I'll do it..."

"Well... By the way, Song Haozhe contacted me and told you to go to the old place to get things." Yan Zihan packed up his things, turned around and left the kitchen. "Where is the old place?"

Cong Xiao was quite surprised, Song Haozhe prepared things very quickly. "Do you want to go together?"

"Get it later, you have to go to the hospital first!"

When the two arrived at the hospital, the nurse was about to take Cong Jiyun to the general ward. Seeing the two coming, one of the nurses stopped Cong Xiaoyi and said, "Hey, the patient's family member came just in time. Come with me to go through the formalities."

The procedures were completed quickly, Cong Xiaoyi shook the list: "I don't know how long I will stay in the general ward... I need to hire a nurse."

Cong Jiyun was lying on the bed and didn't know when it would be better. There was no news from Bai Jingguo, so Cong Xiaoyi went through his mind, and the things had to be resolved one by one.

"Over there at the school, what do you do?" Yan Zihan took the list in his hand and looked at it, "If you need an escort, you have to hurry up, and a lot of things have to be sorted out slowly."

Cong Xiaoyi stretched his waist, and said with a smile: "It will always be over. I think this is a catastrophe. Everything will be fine after that."

Cong Xiaoyi feels that he has never been so relaxed. Although he has a lot of things weighing him down, when he thinks about the best, everything can be resolved, isn't it?

There are some nurses in the hospital. Cong Xiaoyi asked an aunt and contacted someone, and found an aunt who seemed to work very quickly for Cong Jiyun. a lot of.

I have to go to school, there will be a school celebration next month, I promised my old class, no matter how I look for it, I have to show it in front of Yang Pansheng, he is not a grudge, but I can't always retreat when I commit crimes.

The old class was really surprised when he saw Cong Xiaoyi at school. In just two days, Cong Xiaoyi seemed to have adjusted his state, exuding a kind of "positive" light all over his body. He was really relieved. Cong Xiaoyi He watched it for three years, and it was the first time that he didn't feel depressed, and it was the first time that he really looked like a real sunny boy.

It's almost like a river of tears!

It was already the last class in the morning when I arrived at the school. In Lao Xiong's math class, perhaps because he had heard from Lao Ban about his situation, it was the first time he didn't yell at him, but just pointed at him as a way to tell Cong Xiao to sit back.

Wang Bin in front was very excited when he saw Cong Xiao, and passed a small note when he thought it was quiet.

- Brother Xiao, how can you express my excitement now?I feel like half a century has passed without you.

Cong Xiaoyi just drew a piece of shit on the paper and stuffed it into Wang Bin's collar.

Half a fart century.

I made an appointment with Yan Zihan to practice the piano at noon. The piano room is in the new building, so I rejected Wang Bin's invitation for lunch. Under Wang Bin's "reluctant" eyes, Cong Xiaoyi happily ran to the piano room.

Before he came to the front, he heard the sound of a piano.

Cong Xiao quickened his pace and walked to the door of the piano room, through the door, he wanted to check on the glass on the door to see if Yan Zihan was playing the piano.

Yan Zihan was indeed there, but it wasn't him playing the piano, it was Liu Meiting.

A little angry!

Cong Xiaoyi subconsciously felt that the two of them in the piano room were a bit like a secret tryst, with a sense of mystery and a sense of happiness.

But what the hell is Liu Meiting's appearance? !

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, he opened the door and went in.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the two people inside looked at him. Yan Zihan smiled and waved to Cong Xiao: "Here you come? Come up and try after Meiting finishes playing."

Mei Ting? !

You call her Mei Ting? !

Cong Xiao's eyes were burning, but Yan Zihan turned his head as if he didn't see it, and continued to Liu Meiting: "You acted very well, but you still have to practice."

Liu Meiting nodded, stood up, and seemed to be leaving.

"You come to practice. I invited a special class in the morning, and I just asked Teacher Yan to help me guide it." Liu Meiting said softly, and then closed the door and left.

There were only the two of them left in the room. Cong Xiao thought about getting angry but felt that there was no reason for it. In fact, as a teacher, Yan Zihan should do this as a matter of course, and to put it bluntly, what position does he have to be angry?

The two haven't confirmed their relationship yet, have they?

"Why stand still? Come and try!" Yan Zihan saw that he was standing still, so he came over and pulled him to sit on the seat, "Do you want to play four-handed? I haven't tried it with anyone else yet."

Cong Xiao raised his eyebrows when he heard his words, and asked in disbelief, "How is it possible?"

Yan Zihan sat down beside him, put his hands on the keys, nodded and said: "It should be said that I have never had it except my father, and I have no chance to tour after that."

Cong Xiao put his hand on it, and the two of them started playing in tacit agreement without discussing it.

It was the piece that Bai Shaorong gave to the two of them.

As the notes slid across his fingertips, Cong Xiaoyi gently closed his eyes. For the first time, he felt that playing the piano was a very happy thing, and it was the first time that time passed so quickly.

A piece of music seems to be over before it is played.

Both of them sat silently in their seats, not knowing what each was thinking.

"Come up with a name." Cong Xiao said while touching the keys.

I've been wanting to name this sheet music for a long time, but I've racked my brains but don't know what to call it.

Yan Zihan was silent for a long time, took his hand on the piano, sighed and said, "Stop it, there is nothing suitable."

Cong Xiaoyi was a little stunned, never thought Yan Zihan would say that.

Yan Zihan rubbed his hands with his thumb, but didn't speak.

Cong Xiaoyi didn't have any objection to the fact that he couldn't afford a name, but he felt a little suffocated and couldn't explain why.

"Can you tell me something about yourself?" Cong Xiaoyi asked with a sigh.

"Next month, can you spare time on the 16th?" Yan Zihan asked instead without answering.

"What?" Cong Xiaoyi looked confused.

"The 16th is the two-year anniversary of Shao Rong's death. Go and see him."

It's a statement, not a question.

Cong Xiaoyi's heart began to beat rapidly, a feeling that Yan Zihan was far away from him spontaneously emerged, and a strange idea suddenly popped out of his mind.

"You...and my brother?"

Cong Xiaoyi didn't know how to ask the following words, but he felt very strong, and this feeling has always been there since the first day he saw Yan Zihan.

Yan Zihan was very tolerant to him, including what Yan Zihan said to wait for him, and Yan Zihan's attitude when talking about Bai Shaorong.

Cong Xiao suddenly sank when Yan Zihan's temperature came from his hand.

He saw it!

After he said it, Yan Zihan seemed to be shocked.

Suddenly a sentence exploded in Cong Xiaoyi's mind: "Only you can give it!"

What is only you can give?

He was a little afraid to ask, Cong Xiao stood up abruptly, if Yan Zihan hadn't been sitting still, the stool would have been thrown to the ground by him.

"I'm leaving first, I'm hungry!" Cong Xiaoyi wanted to run away, and was afraid to hear Yan Zi's answer.

"It's a lover." Yan Zihan's voice couldn't make out the tone, but it still pierced Cong Xiaoyi's heart like a knife.

Can't tell what it feels like, and he can't take a step. Cong Xiao began to breathe quickly, dizzy, and Yan Zihan in front of him seemed to have been mosaiced or there was something wrong with his eyes. Why couldn't he see clearly? ?

"I'm just asking...don't be joking!" Cong Xiaoyi struggled to stand still, fearing that he might fall.

"It's not a joke. I've thought about it for a long time, and I don't know how to tell you...You guessed it right."

Yan Zihan lowered his head, the sunlight from outside came in through the window, but Cong Xiaoyi still felt chills all over.

why?

"Then, before we..." Cong Xiao wanted to ask, but suddenly stopped, what do you want to ask?What are we?What were we before?

It is no longer possible to stay in one space.

Cong Xiaoyi walked out of the piano room with difficulty.

The development of things no longer follows the routine, and there must be a script to make a movie.

He was afraid to stay any longer, he would not be able to help but growl.

what about me?

Alternatives? !

It was the first time that I felt that my IQ was really low. From the moment I played the piece, Yan Zihan was in a low mood. I just asked out of curiosity, but I didn't expect to hear this kind of answer.

what about me!

Cong Xiaoyi, you are really just a substitute.

The author has something to say: there will be a short period of abuse in the middle ~ it will be sweet after that ~ a small part will be updated today.Later at [-]:[-]!Going to work in the afternoon, time is tight!The author, who was about to cry, said while rolling. ??