flirting without breaking the law

"My first! Where have you been?"

Just as Di Chu took out the books for the next class, Qi Ling's voice could be heard eight blocks away from the left.

Di Chu looked sideways, and saw that Qi Ling had entered the classroom door, straddled a seat with his long legs, and was rushing towards him.

"Slow down," Di Chu raised his pen and pointed at him, "Hey, don't step on your classmates."

Qi Ling seemed to want to show off his long legs, and moved his fingers up his knees: "Brother, you have long legs! Could it cause a car accident?"

"Yes, yes, you can be tall. Counting from the bottom to the top of the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School, you are the most like a giraffe."

"Can it be the same?"

"Aren't they all idiots with long legs and long necks and lack of oxygen in their brains?"

Qi Ling sat down and rubbed his arms against Di Chu's waist: "Do you mean that the giraffe has been approved by others?"

Di Chu let Qi Ling hold her, opened the book and continued reading the knowledge points: "The idiot is talking about you."

"Damn." Qi Ling put his head on Di Chu's shoulder, "You haven't answered me yet, where did you go just now?"

"You haven't seen world peace even though you care so much," Di Chu avoided the other party's questioning, and turned a corner, "Where did you go just now?"

"I'm looking for you." Qi Ling said, "I thought you were going to ask the teacher a question, but Chi Ziqiao and the others also said they didn't see you."

"Fuck," Di Chu was taken aback, and looked sideways at Qi Ling, "You haven't searched for everyone who knows me, have you?"

"Yes."

"It's a few, stupid or not."

Qi Ling didn't care, let go of Di Chu, took out a piece of sketch paper, and took out a pencil from the pencil case: "That's right, baby."

"Ok?"

"How's Christmas going?"

Di Chu was taken aback, and the highlighter in his hand paused on the paper: "What's so good about Christmas?"

Qi Ling nodded, and drew a human outline on the sketch paper: "My birthday."

"Your birthday is on Christmas?" Di Chu frowned, "I remember before Christmas."

"You know my birthday?!" Qi Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and his whole body exuded an inconceivable light, as if he knew something extraordinary, "My first birthday! You remember my birthday!"

Di Chu coughed twice in embarrassment: "What's so strange about this, then you want to spend Christmas and birthday together?"

"I didn't think so," Qi Ling said, "Jun'er and Ziqiao suggested it. They used to do this when I was young. Who still celebrates their birthday now? It's not childish."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Di Chu sighed while sneering, "It sounds like how old you are now."

"Ok?"

Qi Ling turned a few tunes maliciously, and pulled Di Chu's left hand to quickly touch his crotch.

"I'm old, you don't know?"

"Fuck," Di Chu was so startled that he almost jumped up, "Crazy?"

"Chu Chu," Qi Ling didn't let go, but leaned into Di Chu's ear and whispered, "Is it too big?"

A few traces of indistinct emotion flashed in Di Chu's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he put his palm on Qi Ling's brother and rubbed it erotically a few times: "Are you looking for death?"

"Well."

Qi Ling opened his eyes wide suddenly, feeling the changes in his lower body, bit his lip, and slapped Di Chu's hand away: "Fuck!"

"I still want to fuck, don't make trouble." Di Chu turned around.

Qi Ling picked up the pencil, felt the vigorous vitality below, thought for a while and then put down the pen: "Fuck!"

"Then how did you arrange your birthday?" Di Chu pushed back his ears and hair, "Big deal?"

"No, just invite a few people who are close to me. I don't have the habit of celebrating birthdays now."

"Used to have?"

"When I was young," Qi Ling said, "Looks like junior high school too."

"Yo, who are you inviting?"

Di Chu tried his best to let his eyes follow the heartless eye, and finally found that the heartless eye had nothing to attract his attention except that the Mediterranean Sea above his head was brighter.

Qi Ling smirked twice: "It really hurts to catch anything."

"Sick fart," Di Chu said, and added after a while, "Have you been with the Liao family before?"

Qi Ling knew that Di Chu was pretending not to care, and he had already raised the cordon in his heart: "I say yes, do you believe it?"

"letter."

"Then why don't I say no?"

"I also believe it." Di Chu looked at him sideways, "As long as it is what you say, I will believe it."

Qi Ling laughed twice, and Di Chu really put him to death: "No, at that time it was just me, my younger brother, Jun'er, Ziqiao later added Wang Li and the others."

Di Chu nodded: "It's pretty honest."

Qi Ling buried his head and continued to draw, the only sound between the two of them was the rustling of the brush on the paper, the front scheduler Si Cong Ying and Qu Xin's eyes sounded like a bell, and Zhang Zhiqiang next to him was lying on the table reading comics.

The classroom with the windows closed is as warm as spring. Di Chu inadvertently glanced around. Layers of papers and books were piled up on the desk unconsciously, covering everyone in a snowflake-like world.

Fewer and fewer people are deserting, and more and more people are thinking seriously.

There is an empty milk carton next to the thermos cup, and a thick scarf is draped over the knees. The cold brought by winter has not shaken the classroom one bit.

Di Chu twirled the pen between his fingers, stirring the air rhythmically round and round.

This is probably the most painful but also the most beautiful and pure time in the first 18 years, sitting in the ivory tower to absorb the light of the sages.At this time, we have lunch in our stomachs, sunshine on our necks, love in our brains, panic in our souls, and a twinge in our hearts. *

This tingling accompanies us to grow up, soaked by the years, and gradually becomes strong and powerful.

That is the Jedi counterattack, the power to fight upwards regardless of everything.

Di Chu looked at the countdown, and there were more than 100 days left.

There are only more than 100 days left.

Xu Lu sent a WeChat message yesterday to care about Di Chu's study situation. In fact, for Di Chu himself, it is no problem to get into a good university.

To be more precise, the skills that Di Chu possesses now are enough for him to worry about not being able to support himself in the future.However, the impact of a good environment on people is immeasurable.

Di Chu still wants to have a look at a better learning environment.Only by standing with excellent people can we become even better.

Di Chu's phone vibrated a few times and the screen lit up.

Chi Ziqiao: Xiao Chu, we've done it.

Di Chu glanced at Qi Ling who was seriously drawing and didn't have the energy to pay attention to himself, and replied.

— Well done, bro.

—At the beginning, you didn't expose it, Brother Gangling came looking for you.

— No, Brother Ling will discuss with me where to hold the party, and I will say at home.

—Then what are we doing?

— Create atmosphere.

—OK

Di Chu put away his mobile phone, everything was according to plan.

At that time, Brother Ling's expression must be very exciting, Di Chu thought, and couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

Winter or something is the most suitable for making sweetness for lovers.

As the leading actor, Qi Ling was kept in the dark because of the need of the plot, and Qi Chi, as a small supporting role in the [-]th line of the entertainment industry, did not agree so much with this annual drama directed by Di Da.

"Father, my brother!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Qi Chi was sitting in the room, looking sadly at Di Chu who was sitting in front of the piano practicing fingering.

"To shut up."

"You've been playing several Hanon fingerings over and over again for half an hour," Qi Chi rubbed his ears, "I said, can you choose a holiday to practice again, so you won't be afraid of disturbing the people at night?"

"You think your house's soundproof wall is for nothing?" Di Chu took the time to reply.

It's been a while since I haven't played for a long time. I practice fingering to make my fingers flexible as soon as possible. Without fingering, there is no piano skill.

Di's first learning to play the piano can be traced back to a few years ago. At that time, he did not study further after finishing the tenth level of the piano exam.If you only regard music as a hobby, this level is adequate.

Holding ready-made scores, it is very good to be able to read and play, and knowing the same musical instrument is to cultivate sentiment.

Qi Chi couldn't take it anymore, so he left the bedroom with his notebook in his arms.Before leaving, Director Di Da quietly called Xiao Longtao: "Do you know what to say and what not to say?"

Qi Chi pretended to be stupid: "Father, what did you say?"

"A graduation trip like water."

"I know, I know!" Qi Chi immediately changed his face, "Dad, don't worry, I'm not good at anything when I'm young, but my mouth!"

Di Chu made the last note, finished fingering and entered the topic.In fact, at the beginning, Di Chu prepared several songs, but due to time constraints, he chose his favorite "DOYOU".

It is actually quite painful to pick up the sheet music and gnaw notes after many years.Fortunately, Di Chu is a good learner, and slowly regained his original feeling.

Since the promotion of quality education, more and more parents require their children to study music and art.And there are too few people who really go on the road of art.

For many children who are studying for the grade test, the teacher will mostly select a few pieces in the grade test book, and then practice 599, 849, and choose Bach's second part of the composition, small preludes, etc. in polyphony.It takes half a year to a year for these contents to be gnawed down abruptly to take the ten-level exam, and there are many people who can pass the test.

There are not many students who have really laid the foundation of music theory, mastered preliminary skills, and can further interpret and understand music.Therefore, it often happens that the tenth grade of piano is still unable to play too many repertoires.

Not to mention the nonsense in the novel that the male protagonist XX has a tenth grade piano and can play the music by memory after hearing it.Di Chu thought, maybe there are, child prodigies.

But there are not many Mozarts in this world.

The reason why Di Chu prepared in advance was because he was afraid of showing cowardice, and he had to know that the audience would not be fooled casually.

Before he finished the first page, Qi Ling said behind him: "Chu, the sharp tone didn't come out in the bar you played just now."

Di Chu was startled, and inadvertently played a wrong note with his left hand.

Sure enough, it's not easy to fool.

If Di Chu's level is the tenth level of piano, then the tenth level is regarded as a full amateur level, and in the performance level, it is equivalent to zero level.

In other words, the tenth grade of piano is at most a beginner in piano.

And Qi Ling has already surpassed the first level of performance, and is striving to reach a higher level.

"The strength and weakness in some places are not right, and the sense of hierarchy is not strong." Qi Ling closed the bedroom door, walked to Di Chu's side, "move over there."

Di Chu obsessively made room for him, and Qi Ling played the first eight bars of "DOYOU" quite fluently by pressing the black and white keys.

"My heart," Qi Ling withdrew his left hand, and stretched out his index finger to lightly touch Di Chu's heart.

"Music must be played with heart."

At that moment, Qi Ling showed unprecedented seriousness and seriousness.

Di Chu licked his lips, his eyes followed the other's bony fingers, along the wrist, slipped over the neckline, and looked into Qi Ling's eyes as deep as thick ink.

Music or something as early as clouds.

No matter how you look at it, Qi Ling's abstinent and strict temperament is so attractive and delicious.