The Secret of Misfortune and Love

In the last music class, in the music class in the village, the music teacher brought a tape recorder, and then brought a few song tapes to play a song for the students to relieve stress.

One of Jacky Cheung's songs, one of popular song tapes, the very popular "Mouse Loves Rice" and "Two Butterflies", all the students in the class hummed along.

However, Yin Qingkong obviously prefers Jacky Cheung's songs, and listened to them very engrossed, especially the song "Kiss Goodbye". Luo Ran thinks he sings pretty well.

"I can sing the English version of this song." Yi Luoran asked for words.

He was just talking casually, but Yin Qingkong was not expecting to be interested, "Oh? Come and listen to it."

Gathering up her courage, Yi Luoran coughed lightly, wrinkled her lovely nose and took a deep breath, "Take-Me-To-Your-Heart..."

After the song finished, he blushed and watched Yin Qingkong's expression carefully. The latter's handsome face was obviously fascinated by the song, and finally applauded, and some students in the front row who heard him sing also applauded.

"It's great. You seem to have scored 118 in the last monthly English test, right? Just deducted two points for the composition?" Yin Qingkong asked.

"En!" Yi Luoran, who was praised, nodded shyly.

"Ang, please copy the English version and lyrics of the song just now, I want to learn from it."

The classmates all looked at Yin Qingkong in amazement. He was a duck's egg in every English test, and he still learns English songs?Even when the sun is out, he can't learn it.

Yin Dali came over and hugged Yi Luoran's shoulders, "Tomorrow happens to be Qingkong's birthday, so you can give him this lyrics as a birthday present, hehe."

Birthday?Tomorrow is the 21st, 321st of the third month of the lunar calendar, how easy to remember, Yi Luoran secretly wrote it down.

Yin Qingkong nodded, "Well, then take this lyrics as my birthday present, I really like it."

After school, at the gate, I ran into some seniors who had robbed him of money in the toilet before. Yi Luoran shrank his neck, and he was a little scared in the face of those people's malicious smiles. Luckily, Yin Qingkong pushed his broken bicycle Come out and shout at him, "Let's go, I'll take you to the intersection of your house, anyway."

Sitting on the back seat of the opponent's bicycle that rang everywhere except the bell, this is an experience that Yi Luoran has never had since he was so old. Since he can remember, he is not good at communicating with others. Always being squeezed out, never riding a friend's bicycle, this feeling is really great, secretly thinking that I must give Qingkong a good gift tomorrow.

Back home, I began to rummage through the boxes I brought, and finally locked my eyes on the square beige MP3. I turned on the computer and downloaded all Jacky Cheung’s songs, and then downloaded the English version of the song Kiss Goodbye. The small box was carefully wrapped and tied with a gift bow.

Under the light, for the first time, he was excited about preparing gifts for his friends, not for homework or reading, and the neat and fluent fonts fell on the exquisite letter paper:

Trying-to-forget-but-I-won't-let-go, try my best, but I can't stop thinking about you.

…Take-me-to-your-heart, Take-me-to-your-soul, please let me come close, close to your heart.

……

He wrote every letter so beautifully, even with the translated lyrics, it was like recording a beautiful dream.

Written at the end: Happy birthday!

The next morning, Yin Qingkong didn't come to class. Yin Dali said that his mother asked him to ride a tricycle to take his grandma to the hospital for an infusion, and he should be here next class.

Yi Luoran touched the gift in the bag, feeling a little uneasy. When he went to the bathroom between classes, he carefully put the MP3 and letter paper into his pocket, thinking that Yin Qingkong would come over to give him a surprise in the afternoon, and besides, he was still in the school near the school. A cake was ordered in the small cake room, and it must be a good birthday for Yin Qingkong.

But terrified, he ran into those seniors again, who seemed to be deliberately blocking him here.

"Please, I really only have these three dollars left on me." It cost twenty dollars to order the cake, and the other seven dollars was for Yin Dali and the others to buy meatloaf.

"Fuck, what are you kidding, three yuan is enough for our brothers? Your family is so rich, I heard that the cigarettes you bring to Qingkong and them are all from China, how much money can you give us? Don't look for cigarettes for nothing, Hurry up and take it out." A very aggressive boy in the lead dragged Yi Luoran like a chicken.

Yi Luoran was about to cry, begging bitterly, "I really don't have any more, please let me go, I will bring more next time, please."

"No? Search for me!"

Several boys immediately began to rummage through his pockets, took off his trousers, and then laughed sarcastically, "It's so small, it's not as big as my seven-year-old brother's bird, it must be useless, long She's also like a bitch, won't she grow up to be a mermaid?"

"Huh? What is this?" A classmate dug out the MP3 gift box in his pocket.

Yi Luoran snatched it over and held it tight, "This won't work, please, I will bring more money tomorrow, please, don't grab my things."

"Fuck, take it out!"

Several people started to snatch it, but Yi Luoran desperately defended it, and even scratched one of the male classmates.

Pa -- a slap in the face, followed by a kick in the stomach, Yi Luoran convulsed and squatted down.

"You don't have to drink a toast!" The boy snatched his gift, opened it and found it was an MP3 player, and they were all overjoyed.

"Fuck you, be careful, we'll beat you to death if you tell the teacher."

After spitting, he tore the lyrics into several pieces and threw them on Yi Luoran's face, and the students walked away in a big way.

The place where his stomach was kicked was terribly painful. After a long time, he staggered to pick up the letter paper on the floor and went out from the toilet. He washed his face at the water tower, and the cheek that was slapped was also burning with pain.

Back in the class, Yin Qingkong had already returned. Several classmates chatted and played around him. Many people gave small gifts. Although they were all gadgets worth a few dollars, he was very happy.

Seeing Yi Luoran come back, Yin Dali waved his hand, "Hey, why did you go to the bathroom for so long? I saw you touching a small gift box all the time. Is it a birthday present for Qingkong? Take it out and let us have a look."

Yi Luoran shrank her hands, quickly hid the scraps of letter paper behind her back, and stammered that she forgot the gift at home.