Palm Idol

"Let's go over and have a look, shall we?" Jing Xiang was a little worried, "Why does it feel that something is not right, he is shouting and crying, can Brother Lu handle it all by himself?"

As he said that, he was about to go there, but Jian She mercilessly grabbed him by the back of the collar.

Jingxiang: "!?"

Under the night, there was no emotion on Jian She's face, but Jing Xiang always felt that he was not happy at the moment.

"Let him cry." Jian She let go of her hand, and said a little stiffly, "Cry for a while, and you'll be fine."

These words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, completely unwilling.

But the meaning is still not to let Jing Xiang go to disturb them.

Jingxiang also came to understand that it seemed inappropriate for this meeting to pass, after all, who would want to be seen by others when he was crying?

He withdrew his feet: "Okay, then wait and see what instructions Lu Ge will give us."

Jian She simply nodded her head.

On the other side, Xu Lan cried for almost 10 minutes before slowly calming down.

From Xu Lan's sobbing words, Lu Yiwen knew that Xu Zhe's matter had already been clarified by the fire department's report.

But even so, Xu Lan's situation in Yuezhong has never changed. As the most popular student, no one is willing to bow his head and apologize to him even if he is ruthlessly injured.

There are even students who don't know the truth, and they are still spreading rumors that were not true from the beginning.

"Since then... I feel very scared." Xu Lan said twitchingly, "Scared of all...the high-level gazes. I feel like they are telling me that ordinary people are not outstanding people... It is simply not qualified to live."

"Honestly, I'm so jealous."

"Everyone only likes good people, and these people also have the capital to be proud, but only, only me... I was never worthy of being liked. When I was in school, I tried my best to please everyone... But they didn't even look at me Not even a glance."

……

Listening to Xu Lan saying this like venting, Lu Yiwen never spoke, but listened to him quietly.

He knew that only by crying like this could Xu Lan completely release his negative emotions.

Xu Lan probably never said these words to anyone else, and kept them heavily in her heart.

This suppressed psychological shadow is like a barb that grows. Although it is smoothed on the surface, as soon as it encounters an external environment that stimulates it, the pain will immediately counterattack. The best way Just pull it out and clean it.

"In this case," after Xu Lan had vented enough, Lu Yiwen tried to suggest to him, "Should I transfer to Jianshe's school? A place like Yuezhong is not worth your return."

Xu Lan sobbed softly: "Transfer...?"

"Not all schools are like Yuezhong. The winner is certainly the king, but the loser may not be the bandit."

Lu Yiwen let him go gently: "Take a band or a group as an example, someone is the c position or the lead singer, and occupies an important position in the team, but it doesn't mean that he can do everything by himself. Someone must come to help him. Like the last live, although he tried to fool him, but without Bass, there is still something missing."

Xu Lan: "But..."

"Now that I have left Qianle, I have a new start," Lu Yiwen did not give him a chance to back down, "Why don't you challenge yourself again, and now you don't have to think about reaching the top, you just need to work hard to show your own characteristics enough."

"...My own characteristics?" Xu Lan wrung her hands uneasily, "Do I really have that kind of thing? I play the bass like this..."

"Of course." Lu Yiwen laughed, "So what did you study in Yuezhong?"

Xu Lan said dejectedly: "...composition class, but I can't write anything."

Seeing Xu Lan's embarrassment, Lu Yiwen understood that not only could he fail to write, but even if he wrote a short paragraph occasionally, no one would be willing to practice for him.

"In this case, you can try it now," Lu Yiwen said with a smile, "I don't know music, but I think they should be similar in some aspects. Since you don't want to write symphonies, you can also write relaxed and happy rock music. That's fine, and you can also ask Jingxiang and the others to practice together at any time."

Xu Lan was dejected: "No...I can't, I don't have a chance to take good classes at school. I haven't even met those excellent composition teachers."

"You have to try it to know if it works." Lu Yiwen said, "Since you chose the composition class at the beginning, it means that you still like it in your heart. If you suddenly can't do what you like, it's just that the method is wrong. At this time, you need to think and reflect, and then start again.”

"And to be honest," he emphasized a little, "until now, except for being forced by Jian She to learn the bass for a while, you have been paddling all the time."

"You haven't tried hard yet, so it's not convincing at all to say that you can't do it."

"..."

After Lu Yiwen finished speaking, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and waved to Jing Xiang and the others, indicating that they could come over.

Jing Xiang saw it immediately with sharp eyes, and trotted over with Jian She.

"Go back and think about it." Lu Yiwen went over to straighten Xu Lan's bangs that were messed up by the sea breeze. "We don't ask you to give an answer immediately, but you must give us an answer."

"I, I'll try." Xu Lan lightly grabbed the other's wrist, as if holding this hand could bring him courage, and repeated in a muttered voice, "I'll try, thank you Brother Lu .”

"That's good." Lu Yiwen finally felt that his saliva was not in vain, and patted him on the shoulder happily.

Xu Lan bowed her head in embarrassment.

Of course, Lu Yiwen knew that Xu Lan's long-term psychological problems could not be reversed all at once just because of these few words.

If he encounters the same thing in the future, his sensitive heart may still be easily depressed, but as long as he is willing to try, one day he will taste the sweetness brought to him by hard work rather than talent.

At that time, it will be seen whether that sweetness can support him to go all the way.

"Are you all right?" Jian She looked at Xu Lan slowly several times, and then turned to Lu Yiwen, "...go back?"

"Go back, the wind here is too strong, if it blows any further, you will get sick." Lu Yiwen nodded and walked in front naturally.

Xu Lan wiped her crying eyes and followed behind him.

"Wait." Jian She suddenly pulled him, and both of them stopped in place.

"If you still feel uncomfortable in the future, you can hug me." Jian She said forcefully, "I'll let you hug me."

The words were obviously comforting, but they sounded like dry electronic sounds, Xu Lan couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Eh...?"

"You can hug me, you can hug me," Jingxiang hurried over to join in the fun after hearing this, "Look at my broad chest, we are willing to give you the most cordial comfort! You can tell us anything, don't be alone People can't think about it."

"Yes," Jian She brought Jing Xiang in front of Xu Lan, "you can hug him, he is happy to let you hug him."

Xu Lan blinked in a daze, and after a few seconds, his eye sockets became faintly red again: "...Thank you."

"Let's go." Jian She didn't give him the atmosphere to cry, "If you don't go, you will be left behind with brother."

·

Because of the undulating terrain and the dim light, several people walked back separately.

Xu Lan didn't bring her mobile phone when she came out, so she followed Lu Yiwen who had a flashlight in front, followed by Jian She and Jing Xiang who walked side by side.

"...I suddenly felt," looking at the backs of the two people in front of me, Jing Xiang suddenly sighed with emotion, "Brother Lu is really gentle."

Jian She said affirmatively, "Yes."

"What a nice guy."

"Ah."

"You know the situation in my family. My mother has always looked like a dead ghost. My stepfather only cares about my younger brother and has never cared about us." Jing Xiang sighed slightly, "So I always felt that adults in this world There may not be many people who are sincerely willing to work hard for others."

"Of course, it's because everyone has a hard time and it's normal. So, I basically never expect to be helped by others."

Jian She listened to him quietly without saying a word.

"But now, how should I put it..." Jing Xiang tried his best to organize his words, "Looking at Brother Lu feels very different now. Just now, when I saw Xu Lan hugging him and crying, I couldn't help it—"

"Wait a minute." Jian She suddenly interrupted his long speech, "I sprained my ankle."

After finishing speaking, he stood still on the spot, and twisted his right foot out in a strange posture that seemed to have nothing to do with the sprain.

Jing Xiang stood still with him: "Are you okay?"

"It's fine." Jian She turned her foot back expressionlessly, "It's fine again."

Jingxiang: "..."

Jing Xiang: "Are you really okay?"

"Well, let's continue." Jian She said in a steady voice, "You just said what happened to your family?"

"Oh my family," Jingxiang took the words stupidly, "...Oh no, I want to praise Brother Lu, a person like him is really, too warm."

"Although love is not advocated in the team now, I have long thought about what kind of girlfriend I want to find in the future. The main thing is to look at the girls in our school. They are so fierce... If I can find a character like Lu Ge of--"

He got stuck in the middle of the sentence, because this time Jian She didn't sprain her ankle, but leaned forward, and stepped on his foot hard.

The force is so great that if he really steps on it, his toes may swell a lot.

"Fuck!" Jing Xiang was startled, and jumped away exaggeratedly, "What's the matter with you?"

Jian She's face didn't change: "I didn't stand firm."

"?" Jingxiang held up his mobile phone to take a picture of the other party in doubt, "...Why do I feel that you seem to be staring at me. Are you unhappy?"

Jian She: "I haven't."

"You are talking nonsense, your eyes are almost triangular."

Jingxiang put down the phone and said dissatisfiedly: "No, I must you explain to me clearly, what is your opinion on me? We have shared weal and woe for so long!"

Jian She said indifferently: "The opinion is that I'm not interested in your thinking about love."

"...Okay, I get it, I won't talk about it anymore." Jing Xiang pretended to be regretful, "Let's change the topic back and talk about Brother Lu again."

This time Jing Xiang could clearly feel that Jian She had indeed gouged him out.

"Wow! Sure enough!" After being with him for so long, Jing Xiang could easily distinguish his emotions, "It's not about thinking about love, you are upset because I praised Brother Lu, right!?"

Jingxiang was as excited as discovering the new world: "Why, why do you get so abnormal when I say Brother Lu is good?"

"Aren't you?" Jing Xiang looked at Jian She quite proudly, "Are you jealous?"

"..."