cute special student

Nan Zhao came out of the concert hall with the erhu on his back, and when he passed by the outside of the square, he saw the uncle pretending to be blind from a distance.

The man was wearing a pair of thick sunglasses, and played an old-fashioned erhu. The tunes were intermittent, and some tunes were as ugly as sawing wood.Even so, passers-by would give him some money out of pity.

Nan Zhao watched for a while, then found a stone pier to sit down, and took out his erhu.

This is a custom-made performance-grade erhu, low-key and luxurious. The pure black piano bar is surrounded by exquisite patterns, and a name is engraved on the piano tube.

Nan Zhao put the qin rest on his lap, set up the bow, and played on his own.

The sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, and it soon overwhelmed the tune played by the uncle.

The eyes of passers-by were attracted by this young man with unique temperament, and they all stopped in their tracks.

The melody rises and falls with the melody, every step of the way is high-spirited, and gradually reaches a climax, and the mood of passers-by is also excited.

Uncle Sunglasses knew the gap between the two, and he couldn't keep going, so he had to put away his broken erhu, his face full of displeasure.

After Nan Zhao played a song, the passers-by applauded and applauded, and some even wanted to give money. After he politely refused, he put the erhu back into the cloth bag.

After the passers-by dispersed, the uncle not far away angrily came over to criticize.

"Young man, this is my place!"

"Uncle, I'm here." Nan Zhao beckoned and led back the uncle who was pointing at the telegraph pole.

Uncle Sunglasses coughed, took off his sunglasses, wiped off the fog on them, and muttered, "These lenses are too dark."

"Uncle, why are you still deceiving people?" Nan Zhao discovered half a year ago that he was pretending to be blind.

"Who says I'm lying." Once the uncle puts on the sunglasses, he can do whatever he can.

"I do have a problem with my eyes. I'm nearsighted."

Nan Zhao was surprised and said, "It's so serious, is it hopeless if it's not the hospital?"

The uncle was speechless, glanced at Nan Zhao and said, "I said you are quite a child, why are you so nosy."

"It's illegal to lie to people." Nan Zhao replied confidently.

The uncle's complexion changed, and he was about to roll up his sleeves as he spoke, "You can control it! If you don't give you some color, you don't even know the heights of the sky and the earth."

Nan Zhaoyi was nervous: "What are you doing!"

The uncle snorted, and pulled up his sleeves, revealing a big flower arm: "Did you see that! I'm on the right track."

"Wow!"

Nan Zhao let out an exclamation, leaned closer to take a closer look and said, "Why does this snake look so strange?"

"It's a dragon!"

The uncle became irritable: "Zuo Qinglong, right Baihu, have you heard of it?"

"Where's the white tiger? Let me see." Nan Zhao blinked curiously.

Why doesn't this kid follow the routine?

The uncle was puzzled, so he could only show the other side of his flowery arm, trying to regain his momentum.

Nan Zhao's eyes lit up: "This kitten is so cute, it's white and fat, but its mouth is a little crooked."

Uncle: "...", it's better not to show him the Suzaku on his stomach.

At this time, a popular melody sounded on the road, Nan Zhao recognized what it was, and hid beside him like a rabbit.

The uncle didn't know what he was doing, so he stood there in a daze, when suddenly, several jets of water fell from the sky, drenching him into a drenched chicken.

The uncle shook his wet hair and stared fiercely at Nan Zhao next to him.

No wonder this kid slipped so fast, it turned out that the water truck passed by.

Nan Zhao took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it over: "Wipe it off."

"You still have a conscience." The uncle took off his sunglasses and wiped his face.

Nan Zhao saw that the uncle's clothes were dyed, took a closer look, and leaned over to remind him.

"Uncle, your tattoo has melted away."

The uncle who failed to pretend: "..."

Don't let me see this little brat again!

On the old street in the city.

Gu Xi came out of the boxing gym, and just turned into a small alley when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

After pressing the connect button, there was a slightly old voice: "Xiao Shi, it's time to go home for dinner."

Gu Yan wanted to agree, but unexpectedly, the corner of his eye glanced somewhere in front of him, his face darkened, and the conversation changed: "You eat first, you don't have to wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, I bumped into a tall man wearing a black hat.

"Nan Mu." Gu Yan's eyes darkened.

Nan Mu raised the brim of his hat, revealing his deep facial features, "Coincidentally."

Gu Xi knew what was going to happen next, so he casually lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall in a calm manner.

He was wearing black overalls, with straight and slender legs. Although his posture was a bit loose, the arc of his jaw line and lips was too sharp, revealing a faint vicious taste.

Looking at the smoke drifting over, Nan Mu frowned, his eyes darkened: "My brother who was beaten last night, did you do it?"

"Yes." Gu Yan exhaled a puff of smoke, admitting very simply.

"Smack your mother!" Nan Mu became irritable in an instant, slapped the cigarette away from his hand, and stomped on it by the way.

Like a normal person, Gu Yan bent down and picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, and threw it into the trash can next to him, but when he turned around, he struck Nan Mu in the face quickly.

Nan Mu couldn't dodge it in time, he was punched hard, his jaw bone hurt like it was about to split open, his eyes half-closed dangerously, he rushed up and kicked Gu Yan's abdomen.

Gu Yan sideways avoided, clenched his fist and waved at Nan Mu's shoulder, and the two started fighting in the alley like this.

Not long after, a familiar bell rang. Nan Mu was slightly distracted, and then fell into a disadvantage, and was quickly pushed against the wall.

Gu Yan pinched his neck and punched him in the face, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Nan Mu's cheekbones were numb with pain, and the smell of blood rose from his throat. He coughed hard and stared at this man with a ferocious face.

"You have the fucking ability to kill me, otherwise I will never end with you!"

The phone in his pocket was still ringing, Gu Xi glanced there, suddenly let go of the person, took out a cigarette and lit it, ignored the murderous gaze, turned around and left calmly.

Before walking out of the alley, he could vaguely hear the conversation coming from behind him.

"Hello, Zhao Zhao."

"It's okay, I'll be back soon."

"You eat first, and brother will buy you delicious food when he goes back."

……

When Nan Mu came home, Nan Zhao was watching a thriller in the living room. He was wearing a set of rabbit pajamas, and he was lying on the sofa, covering his eyes with one hand, only showing half of his clean and delicate face, reflecting the warm yellow The light is like a ceramic doll that has just been glazed.

"Zhao Zhao." Nan Mu changed his shoes and walked over with the small cake he just bought.

The movie entered an important plot, and the horrifying soundtrack exaggerated the tense atmosphere. Soon, the perverted killer appeared.

Nan Zhao still covered his eyes, pointed at the TV with the other hand and asked, "Is it out? That murderer?"

Nan Mu's eyes fell on the screen film, and he calmly explained: "Come out, chasing people with a chainsaw."

Nan Zhao opened his fingers a little wider, and looked through the gaps between his fingers. After a scream of screams, he closed his eyes again in fright.

After a while, the movement in the movie seemed to subside a little, and Nan Zhao asked again: "Is that person dead?"

"Dead, the killer fled."

Nan Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hand covering his eyes, and saw the scar on his brother's face as soon as he turned his head.

"You're fighting again!"

"I've met my opponent." Nan Mu gritted his teeth, feeling a pain in his jawbone.

"Is it that bastard?" Nan Zhao knew that his brother had a deadly enemy, and every time he came home with injuries it was because of that bastard.

"Forget about him, you haven't seen him before." Nan Zhao handed over the donuts he just bought.

Nan Zhao snorted, took out a donut, and said with a certain posture: "I'm going to curse him with this donut!"

After finishing speaking, he took a bite and chewed a few times angrily, his mouth was full of soft, glutinous and sweet taste.

Seeing his younger brother's childish behavior, Nan Mu couldn't help laughing.

The Nan family is considered an artistic family. Both parents are folk music performers, and they are relatively well-known in the industry. They just perform outside all the year round and can't go home a few times a year. Therefore, apart from the nanny and driver, the two brothers have always been the only ones in the family.

Strange to say, Nan Zhao has been interested in the erhu since he was a child, and has always performed very well in this area, completely inheriting his parents' musical talent.But Nan Mu is just the opposite. Not only does he have no musical talent, but he is interested in various sports. He has been a sports student since junior high school, and even joined the city's ice hockey team. This has caused the two brothers to have completely different personalities.

After eating the donuts, Nan Zhao took out a cotton swab and disinfectant spray from the medicine box, trying to help Nan Mu treat the wound, but when he got close to him, he smelled a pungent smell and sneezed twice.

"Are you smoking?" Nan Zhao pulled a tissue to cover his nose.

"No, it smelled of other people's cigarettes." Nan Mu frowned, got up and went back to his room to change clothes.

Nan Zhao has always had allergic rhinitis, and he is very sensitive in certain seasons, and will keep sneezing when he smells a pungent smell.Since junior high school, the boys around Nan Mu have all learned to smoke in order to pretend to be cool. Nan Mu didn't even touch his brother in order not to make him feel uncomfortable.

Nan Zhao rubbed his nose, took out a mint candy from the snack box on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice before he felt a little better.

Peppermint has a milder scent and can slightly soothe irritated airways.

Nan Mu changed his clothes and came out. After making sure that there was no smell, he sat beside Nan Zhao.Nan Zhao handled the wound on his face skillfully, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Why did you strike such a heavy hand? It's too vicious."

There was a tingling sensation when the potion touched the wound, Nan Mu bared and said, "It's okay, I've done it too, he's not much better."

"By the way, Mom and Dad said that I don't have time to come back recently, and I will accompany you to go through the transfer procedures tomorrow."

Nan Zhao snorted heavily, feeling dissatisfied again.

After helping Nan Mu with the wound, Nan Zhao ate the remaining donuts, returned to the room full of thoughts, and locked the door.

He took out a doll from the bottom of the closet, threw it on the bed, and gave it a hard punch in the face.

"Let you bully my brother!"

"Let you bully my brother!"

"Beat you to death!"

"asshole"

The doll was touched by a switch on its body and made a mechanical sound of begging for mercy.

"Ouch! I was wrong!"

"Ouch! I was wrong!"

After a while, Nan Zhao was lying on the bed exhausted, with no strength left.Next to him lay a humanoid doll, short and fat, looking stupid and cute, with a strip of cloth on top of his head with a person's name written on it, which was particularly eye-catching.

When Nan Zhao turned around and saw the name, he became angry and kicked the doll away.