[volleyball! ! ]Why Don't You Kiss Her

The author has something to say: 2015.02.03

Xiuwen.

Lin Qiao didn't pay much attention to the second part of Huiyu Lev's words at the beginning - although his first part was still a straight ball that made her heart skip a beat for a while, maybe he just said it casually?

In this way, time has been turning in an orderly manner. Huiba Lefu did not put himself in a big box as a birthday gift for the heroine like the hero in the TV series, and finally moved her to tears before hugging and kissing. The days are ordinary And quiet.

——But, how to explain the little bit of disappointment that swelled up?

Lin Qiao shook his head, turned over the score and continued to practice.

The day of the solo performance is just around the corner.

Lin Qiao feels that she is very satisfied with her current life-she is constantly striving for a scholarship, doing odd jobs to earn her own pocket money in her spare time, participating in the school orchestra, and the cello solo at a concert she has been striving for The quota was also told to be finalized, and it was me.The teacher gave her the score and said to practice hard, but if it is not perfect, there is still the possibility of substitutions.So after school, she stayed in the music classroom until very late every day before going back. Over time, she also met the girl named Yula, who was a little taller than her, with short brown hair and a healthy tanned skin. A silver cross hangs around his neck, and he often carries a 41-inch log-colored guitar on his back. He slips in to practice the piano when the music classroom is not used by anyone. He always likes to sit in the sun and doesn’t use music scores. Notes of sunshine and joy.

The goals on Lin Qiao's plan were obtained one after another, and she showed it to Yula.

"I want to be a better version of myself." Lin Qiao looked at the window and thought for a while, "They are still insisting on not letting the volleyball land on the court, so I have to work harder."

"Little girl, you will have good luck. Here, I read in the book, 'The harder you work, the luckier you will be'."

Yula plucked the strings, saw the calluses on Lin Qiao's left hand, raised her eyelashes and smiled at her.

Yeah?Will it really be lucky?Although Lin Qiao is not superstitious, she really believes that good luck is like fruit candy in a glass jar. It is colorful and fragrant, and it doesn't matter if you eat it all. Wait a minute, there will always be new candies to fill it in, and you can fill it up again. fill up.But now, thinking of what Hui Yu said to him on the phone that day for no reason, whether the so-called good luck that she was vaguely expecting could be equal to Hui Yu's name.

On the day of the performance, Lin Qiao was rehearsing in a deep purple dress that wrapped her chest.

During the break, she was biting on a straw to drink water when her phone rang suddenly. She looked at the very unfamiliar number, hesitated for a while, and pressed the answer button.

"Jojo, I'm in your city."

Lin Qiao held up the phone dumbfounded, and stood up from the chair abruptly. The other hand holding the water glass trembled so much that it almost spilled water on the gorgeous and expensive dress.

"Jojo? Jojo!" Huiyu Lev stood at the airport happily holding his mobile phone. The last time he came to Russia was more than ten years ago. Speaking of which, this is half of his hometown.He grabbed the suitcase and said as he walked, "I'm here to find you! Where are you?"

That guy was still as noisy as ever... Every word and every sentence at this time was like a small hammer, beating on her heart that had almost stopped beating just now.Lin Qiao's eyes were hot, and she hung up the phone almost subconsciously.Holding her long skirt, she stumbled backstage and ran to a quiet corner with few people, before turning on the phone screen again.

"Yura...it's me."

"Hey? What's wrong with you? It doesn't sound good. Shaking? Don't be so nervous."

"No...it's not..." Lin Qiao's eyelashes trembled so much that she almost bit her own tongue when she spoke, "I want to ask you one thing...can you Can you pick someone up for me?"

"Ah? Ah...ah!" Yula immediately understood what Lin Qiao wanted to ask of her with the three syllables in rhythm.She still smiled heartlessly on the other end of the phone, "Is he...really coming? Hahahaha! Cough...well, let's be serious... ..What does that knight of yours who came all the way here look like?"

"..." Lin Qiao closed her eyes and thought for a while, "Silver-haired, blue-eyed, tall...when she's not smiling, she looks like a young vampire...lol When I woke up..." Lin Qiao paused, his frantic heartbeat had gradually calmed down a lot, "He's just a big fool."

Gray Feather Lev saw the tall, bronze-skinned girl striding towards her, and she stretched out her hand to hold his palm, "Hi! Lev? I'm Yura, Jojo's friend... ...I hear you don't speak Russian? So, how about speaking in English?"

Hui Yu wiped the sweat off her forehead with some guilty conscience, "Ahhh." Just barely.

"Ah yes. Here you are this, this, and... this."

"Huh?" Hui Yu looked at a ticket, a suit and a large bouquet of delicate flowers handed over, and was a little confused about what was going on.He scratched the back of his head, "This is... what?"

"Here. Take the tickets, change your clothes, and go to the concert." Yura winked at him, "Tweed, of course, I want to hold it in my hand and wait for Jojo to step down."

A few minutes later, Hui Yu walked over wearing a fairly suitable suit, looking so tall and straight, even Yura couldn't help but whistled in satisfaction.

"Come here...it's not smooth here..." She tidied up Hui Yu's crooked collar and messy hair, and then returned the The tall boy who was digesting a lot of information pushed towards the door of the concert hall, and she took his backpack and luggage very responsibly, "Go——Knight Lev! Your princess, you are so beautiful today! On stage Come on, she will shine!"

So Huiyu Lefu met a different Lin Qiao for the first time today.

He was in the same class for three years in high school, and he had seen her in many ways—angry, happy, distressed, crying, indifferent, shy, gentle, and stubborn.Those who shouted at the side of the stadium full of energy, those who fell asleep under the covers sickly, those who blushed in embarrassment after failing to answer questions in class, and those who were satisfied after eating matcha-flavored ice cream.

But he had never seen Lin Qiao like this before—with delicate makeup on, wearing a dress that wraps her breasts, holding the cello and playing the song "Swan" in the middle of the stage without haste— If Lin Qiao, who wore ill-fitting high heels and a mint green suspender skirt in her sophomore year, belonged to the young and immature who was about to bloom, then the current Lin Qiao should be calm and bright in full bloom.

"Oh... I have practiced the cello, but I don't like it very much... Maybe it's because I was reluctant to practice it back then." When Lin Qiao was dismissed after the club ended, When someone inadvertently asked about any talents or specialties, she curled her lips, put away the net and rolled them up, "But...if I can, I also want to treat it like a dream Chasing, keep practicing, maybe one day, I will be able to hold the piano and shine on the stage?" After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue mockingly, "...Ah, this kind of thing, It will never be possible."

——But now, you have done it.

At the end of the song, Lev Huiba stood up from his seat and clapped his hands so hard that his palms turned red.

When Lin Qiao stood up and bowed, he saw the boy who was standing alone in the seat.He was silver-haired and blue-eyed, clapping his palms exaggeratedly and applauding her vigorously. It wasn't until others persuaded him that he scratched the back of his head embarrassingly and sat down again.Seeing this scene, Lin Qiao almost couldn't help but burst out laughing a second before leaving the stage.

A soft and tolerant emotion suddenly appeared in the corner of the heart.

—What a... stupid.

In the background, Lin Qiao lifted the hem of her skirt and saw Huiyu Lefu holding a bouquet.

"It's great!" Hui Yu racked his brains to think of other words, but he was at a loss for words, and couldn't say any fancy words, "Hmm...it's really great!"

Lin Qiao looked at him, took the bouquet from his arms, and there was a card on it: "Congratulations! The show was a success!" - in Yula's handwriting.In fact, the person sitting in that seat today and holding flowers to congratulate should be the bronze-skinned short-haired girl Yula, not this big man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, let me tell you!" Lin Qiao buried all her emotions, put on her prajna face and began to babble like an old woman, "Why did you appear suddenly? Do your parents know you're here? Ah, shouldn't you be here again?" Did you run out secretly? Don’t be sloppy with me. The last time I said it was the time I ran downstairs to my house at midnight when I was a freshman! Also, have you found a place to live? When is the return ticket? Although it’s about the same time, it should be I'm so tired...why did you suddenly come here when you're so tired...why did you honor those inexplicable things you said at the time..."

Huiyu Lefu looked at Lin Qiao's voice from being upright at the beginning to trembling and tainted with crying. He stood there silently, a little wanting to remind her not to cry, otherwise the delicate makeup on her face would be wasted up.

As a result, Lin Qiao really raised her head as he wished, and forced the tears back smoothly - what a joke, today's makeup is not waterproof, she has worked hard for an hour.

In the end, Lin Qiao raised her eyelashes and smiled at Huiyu Lev, her tearful eyes gleamed, and Huiyu could even clearly see her silly appearance through her black pupils.

Suddenly, Lin Qiao hugged the boy who hadn't reacted yet.

——"Greybane Lev! You are such a... big idiot!"