cute special student

Hebei Neon Street is a very old neighborhood with rows of low bungalows, forming a sharp contrast with the nearby development zone.

From a house at the end of the street, there was a high-pitched and clear sound of a flute, which was interrupted by a woman's sharp voice before a complete tune could be played.

"What are you blowing! Come out and blow!"

"Blowing on your crap all day, do you want to send me away in advance!"

Another voice full of anger interjected, kindly persuading: "Aunt Hua, the child is practicing music, why are you so angry."

The chubby middle-aged woman pointed at the boy sitting on the steps, with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "Third Master, you don't know how rebellious this kid is! He is about to enter the second year of high school, and he suddenly switched to music." Ben, isn't this trying to piss me off!"

"You said that with his grades, it wouldn't be too difficult to take an exam in the future, but he said he was going to be admitted to a conservatory of music. What kind of future would he have if he played that crap every day? Could it be that he would play ditties at other people's funerals every day in the future? ?”

The boy on the steps wiped the bamboo flute in his hand, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "Mom! It's because your thinking is too narrow. Many folk music masters play suona."

"Shut up! Go away!"

"He can become a master, can you? You have been bragging since you were a child, but you never know what to do. You can only brag!"

Gu Yan walked in at this time, and the boy hurried over as if waiting for a savior: "Brother Xiao Yao, you are finally back, and my mother is really annoying, I want to go to your house to practice."

"Huh? What's the matter with the wound on your face?"

Although Gu Xi covered the hood with a hoodie, which could barely cover the injury on the side of his face, the bruise at the corner of his mouth was still quite obvious.

Aunt Hua put away the clothes on the shelf, and also saw Gu Yan's appearance: "Small oath, you are not going to fight again, you are not young anymore, let your grandpa stop worrying."

An old man with gray temples but a strong body rushed out of the room: "Xiao swear, are you going to fight again?"

Gu Yan glanced at Aunt Hua with a confused expression: "No, I fell while riding a bicycle."

Aunt Hua was so guilty of seeing him, she didn't say much, she took her clothes and went back to the house, she didn't know what was going on, the older the child was, the more she couldn't figure it out.

Uncle Gu knew his grandson's temperament, so he stopped asking: "Let's go, I'm going home for dinner, Xiaoqiu, too."

"Okay, I don't want to stay in the same room with my mother for now, let's eat."

This dinner was very homely, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of green vegetables, and some unsold pancakes and fruits, all made by Uncle Gu himself.Shi Qiu grabbed a pancake and ate it with relish, the corners of his mouth were covered with crumbs.

Uncle Gu laughed happily and said, "Eat slowly, you will be indispensable."

Shi Qiu wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth, and continued, "From now on, I may not be able to eat it every day. I will transfer to the music class this semester, and I will go to the music room to practice hard every day. I am very busy."

Uncle Gu was happy: "Can't you practice at home?"

"Annoying at home, my mother is too noisy, which affects my practice."

Uncle Gu looked at his grandson beside him: "Why don't you make a vow not to take part-time jobs, you will be in your third year of high school next semester, and your studies are heavy, and grandpa can make money for you to go to college."

Gu Yan put an egg into Uncle Gu's bowl, and said concisely, "Don't worry about it."

Uncle Gu just sighed, and stopped talking about this issue. His grandson is different from other children. He has no parents to rely on, so he can only carry everything by himself.

After eating, Gu Xi cleaned up the dishes as usual, Shi Qiu followed up the kitchen with the excuse of helping, and asked quietly.

"Did you meet Nan Mu? He did it, right?"

Gu Yan put the bowl and chopsticks stained with foam on the clear water, and glanced at him with his head tilted: "You don't mess with him in the future."

"How dare I provoke him, can I just run away when I see him?" Shi Qiu shrank his head, feeling a little guilty all the time.

Both Gu Yan and Nan Mu are top tyrants in No. [-] Middle School. They were originally in harmony with each other, but this balance was broken when Shi Qiu was in his first year of high school.

Once, Shi Qiu ran into Nan Mu on the way from school and was taken into a police car because of a fight. He happened to learn a dirge at that time, so he played the suona very well.

Then Nan Mu was following him, and the next day he brought people to his class to settle accounts. In order to stand out for him, Gu Xi also led people to fight hard. Since then, he has become Nan Mu's deadly enemy.

Nan Mu is a stubborn stubble, not easy to provoke, and those who offend him will have no good end, Shi Qiu can only survive under the protection of Gu oath.

"Don't fight to the death every time you two meet, okay? Why don't I apologize to him, he won't be so narrow-minded after so long." Shi Qiu helped put the clean dishes and chopsticks away Into the cupboard, muttered a few words.

Gu Yan threw the dishcloth over: "Go back and play your horn."

"It's suona!"

……

On Monday, Nan Zhao got up early and planned to go to the new school with his brother to report today, but he was not in a good mood, but rather depressed.

On the way to school, Nan Mu noticed it quickly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? I can go to the same school with my brother in the future, aren't you happy?"

Nan Zhao shook his head: "I'm not unhappy, I just can't bear to part with my former classmates."

He originally studied in an art middle school, which was good in all aspects, but later the school had to rebuild the teaching building, and the air quality in the campus deteriorated. Nan Zhao's nose couldn't stand it, so he had the idea of ​​transferring to another school.

Nan Mu rubbed his hair and said, "I will make new friends, and I will protect you from now on."

Hebei No. [-] Middle School is a key middle school, but the number of art students it recruits is limited each year. There are only two music classes in each grade, one is a folk music class and the other is a western music class. The class Nan Zhao will transfer to is the folk music class in the first year of high school. class.

Nan Mu sent his younger brother to the door of the classroom, and told him to call him if he had something to do. After receiving Nan Zhao's repeated nods, he left in peace.

It's not time for class, and the head teacher hasn't come yet. The classroom is full of noise, voices are mixed with the sounds of various instruments, like a symphony of noises.

Perhaps it was because Nan Zhao was too conspicuous, he attracted everyone's attention as soon as he walked in, and the originally noisy classroom was instantly quiet.

A few boys in the back row whistled and teased, "Yo? Where did you come from, the pretty brother, you went to the wrong classroom."

"This is the high school, and the junior high is behind."

Nan Zhao has a small face and looks immature, and indeed looks younger than his peers.

The whole class stared at him and roared with laughter. Nan Zhao didn't like this feeling, so he gripped the erhu's bag tightly, and ran out again after a few seconds.

"Hey, brother, come here quickly."

Five minutes later, Nan Mu took Nan Zhao's arm and walked into the music class with a gloomy face.

When the people in the music class saw him, they instantly felt chills down their spines. There was no one who studied in No. [-] Middle School who didn't know the character Nan Mu.Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you will have heard about his deeds on the school radio.

There are two tyrants in the seven middle schools, and Nan Mu is one of them.

Nan Zhao followed Nan Mu, pointed to the boys in the back row calmly and said, "They just laughed at me."

Nan Mu walked over violently and kicked their table, his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to eat people.

The boys trembled in fright, and hurriedly explained: "Mu...Brother Mu, we didn't do it on purpose, we were just...just joking."

Nan Mu glanced at the whole class with cold eyes, pointed to Nan Zhao behind him and said, "This is my younger brother, who dares to make him feel uncomfortable in the future!"

The people in the music class did not dare to meet that oppressive gaze, and lowered their heads one after another.

Nan Zhao walked up to the group of boys and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you smiling?"

The group of boys shivered in fright, shrank their heads and fell silent.

Nan Zhao felt relieved. After finding his seat and sitting down, he asked his brother to go back.

Nan Zhao's deskmate was a bit strange. He had lowered his head from the very beginning and covered his face with a book.Nan Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, my name is Nan Zhao."

"I...my name is Shiqiu." Shiqiu put down the book after making sure that the fierce god had gone far away, and smiled.

Nan Zhao took out a box of chocolates from his schoolbag and handed it over, smiling: "We will be at the same table from now on, this is a gift for you."

"Thank you." Shi Qiu took the chocolate a little flattered, and wanted to confirm again: "That...is Nan Mu really your brother?"

"Well, dear."

In fact, if the two brothers take a closer look, the facial features are quite similar, but the overall temperament is too different, and others will subconsciously ignore this.

Shi Qiu's mood was a bit complicated, but after seeing the erhu behind Nan Zhao, his emotions were instantly washed away.

"My God, do you study the erhu? I study the suona. We are so destined."

Nan Zhao nodded: "Well, I have been learning since I was a child."

"Which school did you go to?"

"Hongcheng Art Middle School."

Shi Qiuran's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Then why did you turn around? It's an international school, much better than our third-rate music class."

Nan Zhao pointed to his nose and said, "The air there is bad, I have allergic rhinitis."

When it was autumn, he patted his shoulder, revealing two dimples: "It's okay, as long as you work hard, you can get into a good university here."

"You play the erhu, I play the suona, and we will dominate the world."

Nan Zhao rolled his eyes, thinking that his deskmate was very interesting.

A day passed quickly, and Nan Mu was worried that Nan Zhao would not adapt to the new class, so he came to pick him up early.Shi Qiu hid in the corner of the back door, stuck out his head and watched them go away.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder, Shi Qiu was startled, turned around and saw Gu Yan's face, and he was relieved.

"I'm working part-time tonight, take it back for me." Gu Xi stuffed the book into Shi Qiu's arms, still looking indifferent.

Shi Qiu glanced at the school gate, and answered absently.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Yan glanced along his line of sight, and keenly caught a familiar shadow.

Shi Qiu watched the two figures disappear at the school gate, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Nan Mu's younger brother has transferred from another school, and even became my deskmate."

Gu Yan frowned: "Brother?"

"Well, he looks really good-looking, like a little prince. I never thought that Nan Mu would have such a younger brother."

Gu Yan glanced thoughtfully into the distance, and quickly looked away.