cute special student

Zhang Tao transferred to another school, and I heard that he was beaten up before he left, but he doesn't know who did it.Yang Min was transferred to the junior high school, and a new music theory teacher came to the music class. This farce was officially over.

But Nan Zhao is like a white lotus washed away from the mud, and has won the favor of more people.

After the morning reading, Tang Qian rushed into the classroom excitedly, her desire to share gossip was beyond words: "Nan Zhao, I just passed the school's confession wall, and saw many people left messages for you."

"What message?" Nan Zhao's mind was a little stuck.

"I just...want to fall in love with you." Shi Qiu beside him reminded kindly.

"Dating?" Nan Zhao woke up suddenly and shook his head: "I won't talk to them."

"Then who do you want to talk to?" Tang Qian dug a hole for him with malicious intentions.

"I think..." Nan Zhao didn't think about this question. After a few seconds, he hugged his erhu and said, "I'll talk to my erhu."

"Cut, it's really boring." Tang Qian returned to her seat after finding nothing exciting.

Nan Zhao suddenly remembered something, so he asked Shi Qiu for Gu Yan's number, and added him on the chat software.

When the class bell rang, there was also a notification sound from the mobile phone. Nan Zhao looked down and found that the other party had approved his friend request.

Curiously, he opened Gu Yao's Moments, and found that this person didn't like to post on Moments at all, and only posted a few in a few years, which fit his personality very well.

The latest news is two weeks ago, there is no copywriting, only a picture of the night sky, the whole picture is pitch black, and if you look carefully, you will find a faint starlight in the upper right corner.

Nan Zhao didn't think about it anymore, and gave him a suitable nickname, returned to the chat page, and found a cute emoticon package to send to him.

Glutinous rice dumpling: a little cat poking its head out jpg.

Gu Yan was doing a physics problem when the phone next to him flickered. He glanced at it and immediately put down his pen.

Looking at the cute little head in the chat records, his eyes softened a little, he hesitated, and typed two words on the screen.

G: Listen to lectures.

The math teacher asked questions on the blackboard. Nan Zhao glanced at the complicated questions and replied with a guilty conscience.

Glutinous rice dumpling: I don't understand.

Because Nanzhao spends most of his time on music, although his grades in cultural subjects are also very good, he is a bit biased, and mathematics is a little behind other subjects.

The math teacher had already listed the questions, and his eyes glanced over here inadvertently. When Shi Qiu noticed Nan Zhao's little trick, he quickly reminded: "Teacher, look over here."

Nan Zhao quickly put the phone in the drawer and sat up straight pretendingly.

"Nan Zhao, come up and do this problem." The math teacher still called his name.

Nan Zhao didn't attend the class just now, so he didn't have the idea to solve the problem at all. He stood up slowly and said dryly, "Teacher, I don't know how to do it."

Fortunately, the math teacher didn't care about it, and called out the names of other students, and said lightly to Nan Zhao: "Listen to the class well, cultural points are also very important."

"Yes." Nan Zhao nodded shyly, sat down and listened to the class seriously.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Nan Zhao took out his mobile phone to send a message after watching the teacher's back disappear outside the door.

Nuomi Duanzi: I can't solve the problem, I was ashamed just now.

Looking at this message, Gu Xi could already imagine the child frowning in distress.

He thought for a while and replied a few more words.

_I teach you.

Nan Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.He heard that Gu Xi came from a top student, so he must be very good at this kind of low-grade math problems.

When school was over at noon, as soon as the bell rang, Nan Zhao ran to the classroom door of Class [-] and [-] with his math books in his arms.

"Let's go! Let's eat!" Meng Hao roared, and saw the person at the door in a blink of an eye.

"Old Gu, that elementary school boy is looking for you again." He touched Gu Yan, who was doing exercises, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Gu Yan looked up, and he really saw the little head sticking out from behind the door.He threw the pen away, ignoring the surprised gazes of others, and walked straight over.

Nan Zhao raised the math book in his hand, and said softly, "You said you would help me with my tuition."

As soon as the words fell, there was a strange cry from his stomach. Nan Zhao quickly covered his stomach, looking a little shy.

I ran over after class and forgot to eat.

Gu Yan just glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Eat first."

The fact that Gu Xi helped Nan Zhao out in the cafeteria last time spread quickly in the school, and many people had strange thoughts about their relationship.

Everyone in No.[-] High School knows that Nan Mu and Gu Xi are absolute rivals. They have fought countless times. Now Nan Mu's

The younger brother suddenly came so close to Gu Xi, this feeling is too subtle.

After what happened on the stage last time, some perceptive girls have already secretly set their eyes on these two people.

Both of them have very good looks. Whether it's a deadly rival who falls in love with his brother, or a younger brother who falls in love with his deadly rival, this kind of setting is too easy to admire.

When Nan Zhao followed Gu Xi into the cafeteria, he really became the focus of the audience again.After eating and sitting down, Nan Zhao felt those indistinct gazes, and looked at Gu Yan nervously.

"Are there mosquitoes again?"

Gu Yan's eyes darkened, and his gaze swept across the audience coldly, forcing those people's gazes back.

"No." He replied calmly.

After eating, it was raining outside, and there was no way to go to the rooftop, so Nan Zhao could only take Gu Xi to the library.

Now everyone was going to take a lunch break, and there was no one in the library, so the two found a quiet corner to sit down.Nan Zhao opened the math book, pointed to the circled places and said, "I can't do these."

Gu Xi glanced at the topic above, and quickly listed several solutions beside it. Nan Zhao looked at his flamboyant handwriting and was completely in a state of bewilderment.

"Understood?" Gu Xi asked.

Nan Zhao stared at the big innocent eyes and shook his head honestly.

Gu Yao's patience was surprisingly good, and he took apart several formulas and explained them in incomparable detail.

Nan Zhao finally had some ideas, and explained it with a pen beside him.The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

It was almost time for class, people in the library left one after another, Nan Zhao also bid farewell to Gu Yan, and returned to the classroom at the moment the bell rang.

The new music theory teacher is a young male teacher. I heard that he has not graduated from university for a long time. He majored in folk music. His way of teaching is very interesting. He can explain a boring course very vividly. Students' delight.

Nan Zhao fell in love with music theory class again.

When school was over in the afternoon, Nan Zhao ran into the man selling pancakes on his way home again, and he quickly asked the driver to stop the car by the side of the road.

The uncle recognized him and took the initiative to greet him: "Young man, I'm sorry, I didn't let you taste my craft last time, how about treating you for free this time?"

"I tasted it last time, it was given to me by someone else." Nan Zhao said honestly.

"Then try it again." The uncle rolled up a freshly made pancake and handed it over cheerfully.

Nan Zhao took a bite and found that it tasted the same as what Gu Xi gave him last time, and it was very delicious.

He was about to pay, but found that his schoolbag and mobile phone were in the car. Nan Zhao wanted to call the driver to bring them over, but was stopped by the uncle.

"No need, the uncle said that he would treat you to eat. If you are free, why don't you play a song for the uncle to enjoy?"

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Most people are not very interested in the erhu, and it is rare to meet someone with similar interests. Of course, Nan Zhao is very happy to show it.

"race."

The uncle asked casually: "Can you pull it?"

Nan Zhao nodded, opened the cloth bag, and took out his erhu.

The uncle took a closer look and his eyes lit up, "You must spend a lot of money on this erhu, it looks like a high-end product."

Nan Zhao bent his eyes and said, "This is a birthday present from my parents."

I heard that it was custom-made by someone, but Nan Zhao himself didn't know the exact price.

"Can you let me touch it." There was a hidden brilliance in the uncle's eyes.

Nan Zhao could feel the warm eyes of the other party, and handed it over generously.

The uncle was afraid of dirtying other people's things, so he didn't take it, but touched the strings carefully. After hearing the sound of resonance, he retracted his hand again, smiling and said: "Good tone."

Nan Zhao put on the waist support, set up the erhu and the bow, and began to play solo under the expectant eyes of the uncle.

This is an unrestrained melody, the tune from low to high, from weak to strong, after the crisp and elastic jumping bow, it vividly depicts the majestic situation.

The uncle hummed along with his mouth, closed his eyes and indulged in the artistic conception of the tune, as if he was in a racetrack, and felt the passionate feeling of his youth again.

Pedestrians passing by stopped one after another, followed the sound of the boy's piano, and plunged into the jubilant and hot racetrack.

The music came to an end. After an infinitely prolonged overtone, the music stopped abruptly, and the horse race seemed to be over.

The people present seemed to be still thinking about it. After a while, they all applauded. Nan Zhao put away the bow and bowed politely.

The uncle did not expect that Nan Zhao would have such a strong expressive power at such a young age, and he praised him repeatedly, with unstoppable appreciation in his eyes.

When Gu Xi returned home, he found that his grandfather had found the old erhu and was squatting at the door to wipe the dust off it.

"Why did you suddenly think of this thing?"

"It's just itchy hands." Uncle Gu smiled and narrowed his eyes, revealing several deep creases at the corners of his eyes.

Gu Yan threw the schoolbag on the sofa, found a box of rosin from the cabinet, and blew off the dust on it.

After Uncle Gu wiped the piano tube clean, he began to adjust the loose strings.Gu Yan leaned over, picked up the bow next to it and applied a layer of rosin.

After the adjustment, Uncle Gu tried the feel of the hand, and smiled with satisfaction: "It's still the same."

"This erhu has a history of more than 30 years, grandpa is young

Back then, I went out to ask for a living, and was taken in by a troupe and band, and that erhu was given to me by the troupe leader, and I took it all over the world, and played many famous songs..." Maybe it was because of the memory of the past, Uncle Gu's tone was tingly The taste of vicissitudes.

Gu Yan listened quietly at the side, occasionally adding a sentence, even though he had heard these things countless times.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0320:28:10~2021-04-0421:02:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Luo Luozi 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!