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"The recent viral flu in M ​​City is very serious. I read in the news that several people died of fever..."

"Really? Our place is okay, it won't be passed on to us, right?"

"do not know……"

Compared with the female compatriots who were discussing enthusiastically, Zhao Hele, who was spinning a pen next to him, looked particularly depressed.

Let's talk about the viral flu in M ​​City, it knocked down their male god!Simply hateful!

Sighing, he put down his pen and supported his head, but he didn't read the book, his head was only thinking about Zhuo Yi's exhausted appearance last night, and he suddenly felt his heart clogged, and he lost all mood.

He bowed his head and sent a WeChat message:

—Is it better?

Reply after a few seconds:

--Um.

Well, what do you mean?

Zhao Hele frowned and continued typing:

——If you can’t, go to the hospital, and no one wants you to show off, what should you do if you are stupid?

The phone vibrated and received a reply:

—— Burning stupid, do you still want me?

His fingertips froze suddenly, and a look of shame and anger flashed in his eyes, so he quickly replied:

——It seems that you are really crazy, and you can still tease me.

The male god lying on the bed tiredly sent one last message, then put down his phone, closed his eyes under the quilt, and the medicine seemed to be working.

Zhao Hele looked down at the phone, sighed helplessly after a few seconds, looked up at the teacher who was already standing on the podium, raised his hand and said:

"Teacher, my stomach hurts and I need to go to the toilet."

"Go."

Quickly walked out of the classroom and went back to the dormitory.

The last message sent by the male god just now is:

——Uncomfortable, miss you.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory lightly, he probed to see that there was no movement on the bed before closing the door.Then he hurriedly walked under the man's bed, stepped on the man's god's stool and pulled his head by the bed to see how he was doing.

It hurts to look at it.

At this moment, the cheeks of this handsome and dusty face are slightly red, the blue under the eyes is caused by the cold in the past few days, and the heavy breathing can be heard, which makes people feel really uncomfortable.

Stretching out his hand to check the temperature on the forehead, he frowned, how hot is this?Then he touched his forehead again, it seemed that it was much hotter than himself, that means it was still burning.

Thinking about the person who took the medicine at noon, now that the medicine has taken effect and fell into a deep sleep, then who was able to send me a message just now?

He pulled the bed frame thoughtfully and looked at the person, unconsciously lost in thought.

"You can't sleep staring at me like this."

The low and hoarse voice on the bed suddenly rang in my ears, so frightened that my body trembled and almost slipped.I saw the man quickly grabbing one of the man's hands.

Zhao Hele hugged the bed frame in embarrassment, and watched the person open his eyes: "Uh hehehe...how did you wake up?"

"Why did you come back?"

Zhao Hele saw that he was about to get up, so he immediately pushed him back, and said sharply, "Sleep well when you are sick, and lie down when you get up!"

The patient was easily overwhelmed and lay down obediently, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Seeing people still laughing, Zhao Hele slapped it across the quilt angrily: "Still laughing, I'm afraid I'm burning stupid, go to sleep."

"Watch me sleep?"

Hearing the voice hoarse due to illness, my heart softened: "Well, go to sleep, I will go back to class after you sleep."

Then I felt a hand caressing my cheek, with unusual heat, but extraordinarily gentle.

He met the Master's eyes in surprise.

Zhuo Yi stroked the man's lips with his thumb, resisting the exhaustion from constant urging, and said in a low voice:

"Don't skip class and go back, I'm fine."

The voice was low and hoarse but tinged with weakness, like a tight string in the chest, which suddenly burst.

"Fart, if you say you're fine, I'll send you to the hospital!" Zhao Hele gritted his teeth and covered the quilt up, but his hands were not long enough to reach inside, but his momentum still remained: "Close your eyes, close your eyes, 321 is still awake Goodbye!"

Zhuo Yi lightly raised the corner of his lips, stretched out his hand from the quilt to hold the hand on the quilt, put it to his lips and kissed, and looked at the person in front of him affectionately.

"Don't be angry, I'll just sleep."

? !

The back of the kissed hand seemed like a weak electric current spread through the whole body, and he stared at the person with wide eyes in surprise, ahh, his heartbeat stopped.

"I slept."

Zhao Hele stood alone on the stool and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and when he got off the stool, he stumbled with his left foot and tripped over his right.

The small movement made made people turn their heads immediately to see if there were any patients who were making noise above.

But the patient had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Well, it's good to sleep, I don't know what kind of nerves I have...

After Xiaoli closed the door, he stood at the door and began to doubt his life.

Even if I fell in love with a male god, there is no need to raise my hand to the teacher and say I want to take a shit because of the words "I feel bad, I miss you" in class, right?

A group of white fluffs ran wildly past.

Gay's strategy is awesome.

Even if he refuses to accept it, being broken is an unshakable fact.

……

In the practice room.

"The cello was not tuned properly, and then re-tune it to the other side. The instrument was out of tune at the beginning, did you hear it?"

"The fa in the second stanza of the variation for the second violin is lowered by half a note."

"It's not enough to pay attention to the conversion of emotions in the fixed tone of the cello pizzicato and the syncopation of the two internal voices."

"A kind of melancholy of the soul, deep and cleansing, do you feel the tortured fate and emotions? Try to put your emotions into it again. We close our eyes and think that the people under the rule of the Communist Party in the Tsarist Russian era were oppressed. What kind of feeling is that miserable, but powerless to resist? Heavy, depressing, and gripping."

Zhou Wei looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression, well, at this moment he had to admit that this guy is really good, especially his hearing, he can tell what is wrong as soon as he hears it, and he doesn't know where to go if he wants to find fault try to find.

So I had to obediently rehearse.

After rehearsing for an afternoon, everyone finally got along with each other during the last rehearsal. Basically, there is no problem with eye contact.

After the last note of the song, the sound of someone sneezing instantly broke up the atmosphere just now.

Zhao Hele sniffed and looked at the three people in front of him in embarrassment.

Zhou Wei chuckled: "Don't act cute, just now the great god looked like he was standing on the top of a snow peak, and he broke his skills in a second."

After getting along for a few days, I also know what kind of nasty person Zhou Wei is. After all, you can't judge people one-sidedly, and you can see people's hearts after a long time, especially after releasing a powerful move that shocked people, and became friendly.

Zhao Hele put the piano back into the case with a smile: "I'm not a girl, how can I be so cute?"

The cello girl quickly said, "You don't have to be cute to be cute."

The viola girl added: "That's right, you're the cutest when you're serious!"

Zhao Hele: ​​"..."

As a new youth in the new era, it is not at all cute to be said to be cute.

"Zhao Hele, do you have a cold?" The cello girl pointed at the person's nose: "The nose is a bit red."

"Really?" Zhao Hele smiled nonchalantly: "No, I've always been physically fit, and I'm still strong when my roommate falls down!"

Zhou Wei carried the piano case and walked outside the practice room: "I have to go to the library later, so let's go first."

"Let's go, let's all go back and rest, we've been practicing all afternoon."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then!"

"See you tomorrow."

After everyone left, Zhao Hele packed up his scores, and when he was about to leave, he saw Xu Yun at the door with a smiling face.

"What you were rehearsing just now was Tchaikovsky's Cantabile Andante?"

He looked at Xu Yun in surprise: "Brother, why are you here? The piano room is not here."

Xu Yun smiled and said: "We are preparing for the mid-term performance of the graduation, and we just heard your piano sound in the rehearsal hall, so come and have a look. I said who is playing the piano so beautifully, it turned out to be you."

Zhao Hele blinked embarrassingly: "Don't praise me, we are a string quartet, there are four people, it should be our combination that sounds good."

"Emotions are handled very well. When I heard it next door, I got goosebumps all over my body. I seem to have realized the feeling that Tolstoy touched the depths of the soul when he heard this piece." Xu Yun praised Looking at the younger brother in front of him, he said, "It's a pity. It would be great if I could have a special graduation show with you. By the way, I saw your news on "Gramophone" a few days ago, and I just knew that you had a graduation performance in Europe. Development, but your teacher or Ludwig van Fidelis!! You are giving a duo concert together in Luxembourg!"

"Oh, I'm in a magazine?" Zhao Hele rubbed his head in surprise, but smiled after a few seconds.

Xu Yun looked at Ren Xiao's eyes, and the smile on his lips became more gentle: "I saw the evaluation of you by the famous music critic Victoria. How do you say it? Teana's reappearance, just like the sudden appearance at the Beethoven Music Festival. The coming of the sound of heaven, without a trace of defense, makes people's hearing fall, and the coming of the veritable sound of nature is terrifying for future generations."

Zhao Hele didn't read this magazine, but he was a little embarrassed when he heard someone make such comments in person: "Actually, I only picked up the violin again a few months before I went to college, and I'm afraid I won't get back the feeling I had before."

"Huh? Why?" Xu Yun leaned against the door and listened attentively.

Zhao Hele smiled relaxedly, as if sweeping away the haze, and said, "It's a secret, but I can rekindle my madness thanks to one person."

"Really? If you can reach this level after not touching the piano for two years and then pick it up again, that would be terrible." Xu Yun said with a smile: "I'm going back to rehearse first, and we can go together when I have time."

"it is good."

Zhao Hele watched the person leave, turned around and continued to pack his things, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter.

Well, the coming of nature is like rebirth from the ashes. I have experienced setbacks, and because of the setbacks, I missed Vienna, but I was lucky to meet a person who is like a planet.

Who said that male gods are not good at words and taciturn.

In fact, he can talk better than anyone else, but it depends on who he is talking to.

In a good mood, she walked out of the practice room with her piano case in hand.