countdown to winter

October, November passed quickly.

Shi Xing put on the winter clothes that Wen Xia bought for him, and in math class, he straightened his back specially, and looked at him on the podium with some secret intentions that no one knew.

Shi Xing misses him very much.

Every night, he thinks that even his underwear is sticky when he gets up in the morning. While he hates himself, he is looking forward to math class, and he can be in the last row, looking at his light from a distance.

Wen Xia's attitude towards him has always been lukewarm, she doesn't take too much care of him, she doesn't neglect him, there is no difference between him and the 44 classmates in the class, and she doesn't call him "Xing'er" anymore, Just calling him Shi Xing - this made Shi Xing a little disappointed.

At the beginning of November, Wen Xia asked him to go to the office.

Shi Xing was overjoyed, put on his winter coat, took a deep breath, walked to the office, knocked on the door, and Wen Xia's voice sounded inside the door: "Come in."

Shi Xing opened the door and went in. There was no one in the office. He stood in front of Wen Xia and said softly, "Hi, teacher."

Wen Xia looked at the clothes on him and said with a smile: "The clothes look nice. If they get dirty, send them to dry cleaning. Don't wash them yourself. They will probably sink to death after washing."

"Hmm." Shi Xing responded.

"I asked you to come here for nothing, just to ask if you want to attend the school's New Year's Eve party." Wen Xia took out a piece of red paper from the drawer, "Go up and perform a show or something."

Shi Xing showed a look of astonishment, and said, "...Me?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Xia was a little amused, "Is there a second 'Time Star' in the class?"

"..." Shi Xing lowered his head and said, "But I don't know anything,"

When he was a child, he didn't have the opportunity to participate in any interest classes. He couldn't draw, play the piano, or play the guitar. He was useless.

"Can you sing?" Wen Xia said, "You don't need to sing very well, just be able to listen."

"...can sing," Shi Xing said, "but I'm not a professional."

"Just listen to the aria," Wen Xia leaned back in the chair, looking at him with a smile.

Shi Xing was a little nervous: "Sing what?"

"Just do whatever you want, sing whatever you like."

Shi Xing cleared his throat, lowered his eyes and sang softly.

"I can no longer sing love songs in pure tone

Although on the surface / I am still complete / that I

But inside/something/has been punctured"

"Innocent and Evil" by Yoga Lin.

Wen Xia listened carefully and watched him.

When singing, Shi Xing was different from the previous ones. He restrained the sharpness all over his body, and softened his eyebrows and eyes. Under the light, the youthfulness and beauty that belonged to young people were rarely revealed.

When Shi Xing sang the last line, he couldn't stand Wen Xia's scorching eyes, and stopped, his ears burning red, "That's all."

"Very good," Wen Xia said, "Sing this song at your New Year's Eve party, I think it's quite good, Shi Xing, then I'll report it to you."

Shi Xing subconsciously held down the hand on which he was going to write his name. Wen Xia's hand touched his fingertips, and he realized what he had done. He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Yeah."

When Wen Xia finished writing his name, Shi Xing suddenly said, "Teacher Wen."

"Ok?"

"Would you like to see me on stage?"

"Why don't you want it?" Wen Xia paused, then looked at him with a smile, "You are my student, of course I hope you can be seen by more people."

Shi Xing's little thought seemed to be lightly tapped with a small hammer, just a few words, but it seemed to sweep through the whole heart, bringing soft pain.

He was inexplicably angry, so he left without saying a word and returned to the classroom.He didn't take the initiative to talk to Wen Xia for several days, and Wen Xia only talked to him during lectures and lectures. Even Zeng Guang felt that something was wrong and asked him: "Shi Xing, are you sick? , your complexion is so bad recently."

Shi Xing was too lazy to speak and just shook his head.

Shi Xing signed up for the New Year's Eve Gala, so he spent a lot of time practicing songs. During the rehearsal, he was still very nervous. Looking at the dark place below, it was obviously an empty seat, but he seemed to be stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes , could barely open his mouth.

Along with him was a boy from another class. The boy was in the third year of high school, taller than him, very handsome, with healthy wheat-colored skin, single eyelids, wearing a school uniform, and a cheerful personality.

Seeing that Shi Xing was nervous, he opened a bottle of drink for him and handed it to him. Shi Xing took it and didn't drink it. He just held it in his hand and said softly, "Thank you."

"Don't be nervous. In fact, it's the New Year's Eve party. It's just for the student union to have fun with themselves," the boy said with a smile. To give him monkeys."

Shi Xing just looked at him quietly.

He is not very good at chatting with others, and is more suitable as a listener-but he is not even very patient in listening now, he feels that he has performed too poorly and has failed Wen Xia's expectations.

"What class are you in the second year of high school?" The boy smiled, showing his white teeth, "I am Cheng Wang from the third (five) class of high school."

Shi Xing did not respond to him, but only said: "When will the second rehearsal start?"

"Just go through it again later," Cheng Wang said. He still didn't give up, and continued to ask him, "What class are you in?"

"Class five."

"Wow, it's a great fate, next year you will be in Class [-]," someone shouted outside for the second walk, Cheng Wang walked over and put his arms around Shi Xing's shoulders, "Let's go."

Shi Xing evaded without a trace, and walked in front.Cheng Wang was taken aback for a moment, and followed.

During the second rehearsal, Xing was in good condition. He was sitting on a high chair, holding a prop flower in his hand, and sang "Excuse me/I really want to know/In this world/Who will be/Willing to take the first gun /To the unpolluted soul", he would take out the prop gun from the rose and point it at the audience.

Of course, what came out was definitely not bullets, but fireworks.

When Shi Xing sang that song, he suddenly felt like he was singing himself.

After the song was over, he raised his eyelids and saw Wen Xia in the stands. He thought it was his hallucination, but when he fixed his eyes, he saw Wen Xia smiling at him.