Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

After that day, Shu Yang did not continue to bother him as before. Shang Chen originally thought that Xiao Jiu would be upset, but unexpectedly he only said a few words, and then did not mention it again.

"Actually, it's good to slow down a little bit," 0911 pressed down the announcement from the headquarters just now urging him to complete the task quickly without blushing, "Come as long as you feel comfortable."

Shang Chen raised the corners of his mouth in surprise, but didn't say anything afterwards.It is true that he lived a very comfortable life without having to go to catch up with the little bastard.

On the contrary, Shu Yang was not so comfortable here.

The half-covered curtains cut off the sunlight, and the dust in the air seemed a little pleasant under the light and shadow.Shu Yang raised his slender and beautiful fingers, and carefully observed his phalanx under the light for a while.

He had never seen Yin Guangming's serious look yesterday.In the semi-dark alley, some thin boys in front of him told him with unshakable eyes not to make fun of other people's feelings.

tsk...

Shu Yang turned over impatiently.

He did think that way yesterday. Yin Guangming woke up the corner of his heart that could not be teased, and rejected him with righteous words.In order to prove that ridiculous conjecture, I actually broke up with my girlfriend.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, Shu Yang finally sat up after lying down for a while, he copied his bangs up a little decadently, revealing his smooth and beautiful forehead.

Forget it... I didn't really like that girl at first, but Shu Yang thought of the girl's tacky perfume smell and the heavy makeup on her face, and he gained a somewhat delicate sense of balance in his heart.

There was a knock on the door, and he acted cautiously, as if afraid of being discovered by others.

Shu Yang had already started to get out of bed to look for his slippers, he shouted impatiently to the door, "I got it! Early in the morning..."

Zhu Mei's hand stopped in mid-air, she didn't want to make her cousin angry.This has been the case since childhood, Shu Yang is a role model for the children of the same generation in the family, and it is always her glamorous cousin who is pulled out to praise her during festivals.

During the few years she lived in her aunt's house, she tried her best to minimize her sense of existence, not to make anyone angry, and not to do things that made people unhappy.This is the "creed of life" gradually developed by Zhu Mei.

After she heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, she left silently, turned around and unscrewed a small, shabby door. This cramped small utility room was the room she had been living in for several years.

In fact, she didn't care about the size of the room, and even this small place gave her an indescribable sense of security.

On some of the mottled walls, there are star posters that she collected with great pains, and a bunch of paper cranes folded by hand are hung on the thumbtacks next to them. They are all pink, and she likes them very much.

The desk used was also eliminated by Shu Yang before. It is not particularly old. The cartoon pattern on it is a bit faded, but it is still very strong.

The only thing that made Zhu Mei a little dissatisfied was that the stool in front of the desk was a little slanted, and there was always a feeling of falling down when sitting on it.So every time she does her homework, she always has to use a lot of energy to stabilize herself on the stool.

Although this room is small, it hides many of her secrets.

The girl in this flower season did not bloom confidently against the sun like all girls of her age. She was more like a clump of moss flowers in the corner, pure white flowers like millet grains, and there was no fragrance, but in the dark The place where there is no self and no other is flourishing.

Zhu Mei pinched a three-strand braid for herself on the bed. She took a look in the mirror with three cracks and then smiled slightly at herself in the mirror.

She has sallow skin, a crooked nose, and freckles on her cheeks. Her stunted and thin body reveals a decadent and morbid state, and her thin yellow sticky forehead is a bit unhealthy. Even so, her The eyes are shining.

"...I finally soar and stare with my heart without fear. Wherever there is wind, I can fly as far as I can..."

She sang softly, her pure and clean voice was like fine crystals in the sun, with a unique charm.

There is a very small window against the wall in the small utility room, through which sunlight shines in, illuminating the bright face of this somewhat inferior girl in her own world at the moment.

The weather is still mild, and it is best to bask in the sun on the roof when there is no wind.

Shang Chen moved a recliner from home, and lay on it comfortably, with his right hand hanging down with ulterior motives, scratching carefully with his fingertips—a lazy fat orange cat lay beside his hand.

The cat felt comfortable being touched, and made a low purring sound from its throat. Its somewhat white belly was facing the sky like that, spreading pancakes in all directions.

"This cat..." 0911 swallowed, and said with difficulty, "It's so cute."

After hearing this, Shang Chen opened his half-closed eyes, and said to the system in surprise, "Do you like cats?"

0911 suppressed his body that was about to move, barely digitized his hands, stretched out in front of the orange cat and kept rubbing it, rubbing it from the top of the head to the tail with the tendency to bald the cat.

The fat cat didn't care where this strange feeling came from, it only narrowed its beautiful brown eyes, struggled for a while and then continued to lie down, its dexterous tail wrapped around the invisible hand, The paws kicked gently in the air, as if acting like a baby.

"It's not just cats, I like furry things." 0911 can't wait to materialize now, and touch it while the sun is so good.

Shang Chen raised his eyebrows, this was the first time he heard Xiao Jiu was interested in something, even his normally cold voice was tinged with obvious joy.

He didn't speak, and sat up from the recliner silently. During such a peaceful and beautiful time, with someone by his side, he felt furry warmth from the bottom of his heart.Even if that person is not visible now.

Shang Chen smiled, crossed his arms to the back of his head, squinted his eyes and let out a comfortable snort, and when he was about to lean back, he caught a glimpse of a dusty, somewhat familiar object in the corner of the roof.

"Who played the guitar here?" Shang Chen frowned and picked up the somewhat worn-out guitar from the ground in the corner. Dust flew up from the ground instantly, and Shang Chen covered his nose and choked a few times.

The body of the piano is already very old, and the scratches on it are also one by one. It doesn't have the glossiness of ordinary guitars at all. Shang Chen carefully identified it, and this guitar even has a broken string.

He took out the paper towels he brought with him and wiped the guitar up and down carefully. It took five or six sheets before he barely got rid of the dirt on it.

"It is estimated that someone sang love songs on the rooftop before." Shang Chen smacked his lips and looked at it for a while, then hugged the body of the piano to himself.

"Why do you keep the guitar for singing love songs?" 0911 finally diverted his attention from the orange cat, probably because he touched the cat, and the furry touch gave him great satisfaction, so When the system speaks, it has a touch of human touch.

"Singing a breakup love song," Shang Chen smiled badly, and plucked the strings from top to bottom with his right hand, and the guitar resonated not very pleasantly.

"Tsk, the sound is not accurate." He sat upright on the recliner, muttering, holding the guitar and lowering his eyebrows, studying something seriously.

0911 really wanted to ask him how he could play the guitar, but Shang Chen who was so focused now made him a little bit reluctant to break it.

The long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow, and Shang Chen's micro-powdered lips were a little moist. His slender and powerful fingers fiddled with the head of the piano, and his arms arched into a beautiful arc when exerting force.The hair that has just been washed is still a little dry, and it actually reveals a little youthful air.

0911 watched like this, almost obsessed.

The first note popped out suddenly, Shang Chen adjusted his sitting posture again, hugged the guitar and thought for a while, his fingers started to jump on the strings.

The sound of the guitar, which should have been crisp, became a bit hoarse because it was too old, but when it was played, it was not inappropriate at all. On the contrary, it was like a person who had gone through hardships and was telling his own story alone.

0911 listened carefully for a while, the melody was very familiar, but he couldn't remember the name of the song.

At the beginning, Shang Chen was still a little unskilled, but after gradually getting used to the melody, it changed from jerky to proficient. There was a little smile on the corner of his pursed mouth, like the clear first snow remaining on the pine branches after night.

A white cloud floated slowly from the edge of the blue sky, and the sunlight that was covered was mottled.

The sound of the guitar has a touch of sadness. The sky is high and the earth is far away. No one can see the boy on the top of the building here plucking the strings alone. The cat next to him, which is the same color as the sun, closed his eyes comfortably. The bougainvillea in the distance Open up in sequence.

He carried the streamer of sunlight and shadow, so gentle and brilliant that people couldn't move their eyes away.

The strings were still trembling slightly, resonating, Shang Chen slowly put down his hand, and took a deep breath.

"It's been a long time since I practiced, and my technique has indeed deteriorated," Shang Chen carefully put the guitar on the ground, stretched his hands behind his back, and stood up.

"You play really well," 0911 whispered after a while, "I didn't know you could play the guitar."

After stretching comfortably, Shang Chen leaned on the low wall on the top of the building and looked down, "I learned it for one person before." He paused, seemed to remember something not very good, so he laughed at himself He smiled and said, "It was kind of silly at that time, haha."

The laughter was weak, and he seemed to realize this himself, so he simply shut up and leaned his elbows on the wall, watching an old lady in the downstairs community move up the steps step by step.

Xiao Jiu didn't ask much, but just took a small notebook at hand and wrote it down silently.

"This piano still needs to be tuned properly," Shang Chen said again after a moment of silence, "The string is also broken, so I have to find a new one."

That's what he said, but Xiao Jiu noticed that Shang Chen didn't intend to take the guitar home when he left.

"Just leave it here?" 0911 looked at the guitar carefully placed on the ground with some reluctance. It took Shang Chen a long time to wipe it clean.

Shang Chen put away the folded recliner, and his movements were a little big, waking up the cat who had been quiet next to him. The cat stretched its body, stretched its body, hopped along the eaves lightly, and then disappeared In Shang Chen's sight.

0911 saw the orange cat leave, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"Keep it," Shang Chen said with mixed emotions in his eyes, "It's useless to take it back."

He dragged and dragged the recliner downstairs, and 0911 did a lot of effort in the middle.

As soon as he left the sun for a long time and returned to the dark corridor, he felt a little cold, and his heart became a little empty. Shang Chen didn't know what he was sad about. He didn't say a word, and the legs of the iron recliner echoed in the corridor. The screeching sound when rubbing against the steps.

0911 looked at the door leading to the light that was getting farther and farther away from them, and was a little out of breath for a while, and he didn't know what happened, and his mood became depressed.

This is the good weather on the last day of the winter vacation. After eating, Tong Minli looked at the weather forecast and said to the other two people in the family: "It will rain for the whole week, so you have to wear clothes to keep warm."

Shang Chen half-closed his eyes and felt sleepy. He nodded lightly. Anyway, he had no intention of going out. There was a week's vacation left, so he should stay at home and finish his homework.

0911 bit his finger in front of the control panel, he was still thinking about what Fashion Morning said on the roof today, and that guitar.

It's going to rain tomorrow, he glanced out the window which is not so clear now, why don't you take that guitar back, maybe it will be used later?

Shang Chen slept peacefully on the sofa, and 0911 took advantage of this period of time to quietly return to the roof.