elopement

Chu Shiyu immediately replied to Yan Ran, "Okay", Xinghua was looking at herself in the flight box, and "meowed" at herself, not knowing whether she was urging him to release herself or expressing dissatisfaction with his behavior, Chu Shiyu rushed to Xinghua Smiled: "I'll be home soon, bear with me for a while."

Xinghua shrank her head and remained silent, Chu Shiyu tied up the flight case before getting into the car and headed for her temporary residence.

The last day of the long vacation is a report performance, and a small co-performance will be performed in the small theater of the institution. The sketch units are the selected fragments of the previous two days, and all the students have rehearsed for one to two days.

As long as the teachers who were free that day, Chu Shiyu called them up to grade them, which was regarded as a stage exam.

Three chairs were placed at the far end of the small theater, and Chu Shiyu, Feigui and Zhang Ru sat on one each, reviewing each student's performance seriously and harshly.

Yan Luan was the second performer. His skit was a solo performance, and the title was "Waiting". There was a lot of room for him to develop. He was only given one title, and there were no other rules.

When Chu Shiyu called his name, Yan Luan entered the small theater in his practice clothes, walked to the only beam of light, but didn't completely stand in, but left half of the figure on the left in the darkness.

He picked up the phone with his left hand, and the judges only saw the half of his face in the light.

"It's going to rain, my train will leave for an hour, when will you come down?" Yan Luan said, although his face did not change, there was a hint of anxiety in his tone, but he still tried his best to calm down.

There was a response on the phone, Yan Luan raised his head, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, and a slight anger on his face: "I have been waiting for you for 57 minutes."

Yan Luan sighed heavily, he hung up the phone angrily, then swayed, moving most of his body into the light.

Chu Shiyu and the others could see most of Yan Luan's face, his eyes were red, but it was not the kind of weeping, but hatred and unwillingness. Yan Luan's breathing was deep and long, and his body was also fluctuating with the frequency of breathing. His Adam's apple He moved slowly twice, clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks puffed up.

Yan Luan's whole body was tense, his performance was very meticulous, but not the superficial meticulousness, but brought his own emotional charm to the whole theater, he just stood, his eyes were reddish and his body was tense, but everyone Both felt his anger and clumsy sadness.

About ten seconds later, Yan Ran quickly took out his phone again. This time, he was not only impatient, but also angry because of his own incompetence. He switched the phone from his left hand to his right, nervous and yearning .

The phone is on.

Yan Lun's voice suddenly became louder, with a hint of threat in it: "Let me tell you, I'll wait for you for another 3 minutes! You said it before, don't play tricks on me!"

After finishing speaking, Yan hung up the phone in a "snap" manner. After hanging up the phone, he pressed his lips tightly. He didn't behave as much as he did after the first time he hung up the phone. Instead, he stood straight and almost motionless, as if Waiting nervously for the judgment of fate.

The held breath dissipated after 3 minutes, and Yan Luan's figure changed from tense to depressed at that second, he tilted his head, his whole face was exposed to the light, and his face was full of light. Pretending to be a relaxed and meaningless smile, his head was slightly lowered, his eyes had a real place, one step away from him, to the height of his thighs, the corner of his mouth was grinning, his eyes reflected a little in the light , It's not enough to make up the amount of a drop of tears, like enduring, and also like the physiological tears overflowing because of emotional excitement.

"Baby, let's go."

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Yan Luan patiently looked at the place half a person shorter than himself, and seemed to be listening to him.After a pause, he shook his head there, his voice slightly hoarse, and his speech slowed down: "Your mother is busy with work, so I can't see you."

Yan Luan's eyes were distressed, his eyes seemed to shatter with a "snap", and he stretched out his hand to hold a small hand beside him: "Hey, let's go."

Yan Luan led the villain and turned around slowly, took a step forward, and his body completely merged into the darkness...

It took about half a minute for him to turn around, and his whole body changed, becoming Yan Lun, a 17-year-old high school student, staring at the three judges who were still stuck in the situation and hadn't come out yet.

Chu Shiyu was the first to react, but he said very little, as if he couldn't react in time, so he temporarily commented on the word "very good".

After Chu Shiyu took the lead, the other two judges finally responded, and Fei Gui quickly said, "Is it your own experience?"

Yan Luan paused for two seconds, then nodded.

He doesn't know how long this memory has followed him, or even whether it really existed, but the fact that Yan Luohan took him to another city to meet his mother has always been in his mind.

This scene is very profound, surpassing my other smooth memories from childhood to adulthood; it may be a dream Yan Luan had when he was young.

But with the accumulation of time, and because of Yan Lun's longing and yearning for his mother, the details of this memory became clearer and clearer to him.

"Tell me about your design." Chu Shiyu adjusted his state, picked up a pen and began to score Yan Luan item by item.

Yan Luan stared at Chu Shiyu, and answered seriously: "At that time, the scene in my memory was that my dad stood under the sun and blocked the sun for me, because it was very hot, and the shadow was better than the sun; in this scene, the light beam is better than the dark OK, so the center of today's performance is reserved for the child, I'm in the dark."

Yan Luan couldn't understand Yan Luohan's grief and helplessness at the time, and he only understood it when he grew up. In fact, he is still not very sure whether he has acted out Yan Luohan's mood at that time.

"Very good." Chu Shiyu repeated his first evaluation. He raised his head to look at Yan Ran, with no traces left in his eyes, like a fair and objective teacher: "You can go out, call the next one to come in."

After Yan Luan left, Fei Gui showed an uncontrollable surprised expression: "Little Yan Luan is so powerful now? This rhythm and strength are too amazing!"

Chu Shiyu lowered his eyes and said "hmm" with a calm expression. The next student pushed the door in, and Chu Shiyu raised his eyes. No one noticed that his fingers holding the evaluation form were stronger than before, and even trembled slightly, and the fingertips were white.

Compared to Fei Gui who was amazed by Yan Ran's progress and talent, Chu Shiyu felt that he was too abnormal, instead of carefully observing the students' vocals, he was fascinated by Yan Ran's performance with all his heart and soul, and even lost his mind.

This day's report quiz ended before [-] pm, and most of the students who finished the performance went home directly. Because the scores of the three teachers had to be combined and averaged before ranking, they planned to announce the results later.

And Yan Luan did not leave after the exam. He has been practicing singing and piano in the vocal music classroom for the past few nights. I can play and sing almost once, but I am not very proficient.

When Yan Luan sang a little thirsty and was about to play the chords again, the door of the vocal music classroom was knocked suddenly. Yan Luan held down the strings and asked, "Who?"

The door was opened, Qian Xiaoyue poked his head out from the door, and asked with a smile, "Yan Luan, are you bothering me?"

Yan Luan shook his head: "What's wrong?"

Qian Xiaoyue came in with a bottle of water in his hand, and handed it to Yan Luan: "Drink?"

Yan Lun took it bluntly: "It's just what I need."

While Yan Luan opened the water to drink, Qian Xiaoyue closed the door of the vocal music classroom from the inside, and then sat on the chair diagonally opposite Yan Luan.

Yan Luan finished drinking the water and tightened the bottle cap: "Do you want to practice too? Then I go out?"

Qian Xiaoyue shook his head, and said cautiously, "You are No.1 this time, and your score is 3 points higher than mine!"

Yan Luan frowned: "The results are out?"

Qian Xiaoyue shook his head: "It hasn't been announced yet, but when Mr. Chu entered the calculation, I took a look from the side, and you are ranked first."

Yan Luan nodded, the fatigue from practicing piano and singing for a long time was swept away by the endorphins brought by the No.1 exam, and suddenly felt that he could practice more than ten times.

"Well... Actually, I have something to ask you." Qian Xiaoyue has always been mature and stable, and he is rarely so hesitant and cautious.

Yan Luan had a premonition that it would be a very important matter, so he put down his guitar and said solemnly, "What's the matter?"

Chu Shiyu had already made and printed the report card. It was getting late and he was about to leave.

Chu Shiyu inspected the institution and found that there seemed to be someone still in the vocal music classroom. He heard that Yan Luan had been practicing piano there for the past two days. Thinking of this, Chu Shiyu went back to the office and brought the transcript that he had just printed out.

He subconsciously wants to make Yan Luan happy, for example, let him know that he is No.1 this time.

Chu Shiyu couldn't tell what he was thinking on the way to the vocal music classroom with the report card, but his steps were inexplicably brisk, and his mood was a little buoyant, which was a very strange sense of pleasure.

When he arrived at the door of the vocal music classroom, he subconsciously turned the door handle, because the door of the vocal music classroom was specially made and covered with a special layer of special leather with good sound insulation effect, so there was no sound when it was opened. Chu Shiyu just opened the door for a while. Suddenly, I heard a girl's voice in the classroom, it should be Qian Xiaoyue's, and she was excited: "Then it's done, you go on a date with me next Saturday."

"Okay." Yan Luan's voice sounded, short and crisp.

"I'm so happy! You are so kind, Yan Luan. I will wear a white dress. I will send you a photo on WeChat at that time. Remember to wear a couple's style with me." Qian Xiaoyue said excitedly and longingly.

Yan Luan looked at her with a smile, and nodded: "Understood, I will buy if there is no similar style, is that okay?"

Qian Xiaoyue nodded furiously: "Thank you, Yan Luan, I love you so much!"

The corner of Yan Luan's mouth twitched twice, feeling that Qian Xiaoyue, who always looked like Miss Yu, would be even more excited than Zhou Diandian once she got excited.

"Then you go ahead, I won't bother you anymore!" Qian Xiaoyue almost jumped up and stood up, turned around to leave, but found that the door of the vocal music classroom was opened.

"Teacher Chu?" Qian Xiaoyue looked at Chu Shiyu standing in the corridor with a smile: "Mr. Chu, are you here to tell Yan Lun that he got No.1? I already told him. Goodbye, Teacher Chu!"

Chu Shiyu said "hmm" to Qian Xiaoyue, the door of the vocal music classroom was wide open, Yan Luan sat inside and could see Chu Shiyu standing in the corridor.

"I am No.1?" The smile on Yan Luan's eyebrows has not dissipated, and he has a high-spirited youthful air.

Chu Shiyu looked away and nodded slightly, as if he had no strength.

He walked towards Yan Luan and handed him the report card: "You did well in the exam."

Chu Shiyu felt that he was inexplicably weak. The appearance of Yan Luan looking down at the grades and the appearance of the vocal music classroom were all blurred before his eyes, as if the nerves in the eyes were no longer working, the whole head was groggy, and it seemed that the brain had changed. It became a landmine about to explode, stuffy and hot.

"Your complexion is not very good." Yan Luan raised his head and looked at Chu Shiyu, who had a particularly pale face and a particularly ugly expression. Chu Shiyu's optic nerve finally returned to work slowly, and his eyes focused on Yan Luan's worried face: "Really?"

"Yes." Yan Luan put down the report card and stood up: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Shiyu shook his head, and with amazing self-control, he turned around and walked slowly outside: "Maybe I'm tired, go ahead, I'll go to the office to sleep for a while."

Yan Luan followed Chu Shiyu out and watched him walk into the office and then close the door. All his movements were exhausted, but now Yan Luan didn't know if he should care about it, and whether he would be acting on his own again. passionate.

So he decided to give himself time for two songs, practice the song he was about to sing twice, and then go see how Chu Shiyu was doing.

Yan Luan picked up the piano score anxiously, and at the top of the score was written stroke by stroke in ugly fonts: "Xiaoyu" adaptation: "Xiaoyu".