cute special student

In the blink of an eye, it was late November, and the monthly exam was about to start again. Nan Zhao's test piece was relatively difficult this time. He didn't dare to relax at all. He practiced hard every day, and he didn't even miss the time after class.

After the music theory class was over, Teacher Yang asked everyone to disband, and left Nan Zhao alone, pointing out his problem: "Nan Zhao, you are impeccable in terms of technique, but music needs to be emotionally involved. If it is too deliberate, it will make the music lose its agility.”

Nan Zhao said modestly: "Understood, I will adjust slowly."

Teacher Yang suddenly asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

Nan Zhao was taken aback, shook his head and said, "Not yet." He was about to talk.

"Don't be nervous, the teacher is not spying on your privacy." Teacher Yang smiled gently: "This song is to express the heartbeat of a young man who is in love at the beginning of love, ignorant, excited, with a little shyness, you can try to find the feeling."

Looking for a feeling?what does it feel like

After coming out of the music room, Nan Zhao looked thoughtful all the time, until the end of get out of class at noon, he still didn't come back to his senses.

Shi Qiu touched him: "Nan Zhao, what's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded all day."

Nan Zhao asked: "Qiuqiu, have you ever been in love?"

"Talking about... falling in love?" Shi Qiu hurriedly shook his head: "Of course not."

Nan Zhao sighed, looking a little distressed.

Shi Qiu asked suspiciously, "Nan Zhao, do you want to fall in love?"

Nan Zhao blushed suddenly: "No...no." It was just ready to talk.

By the way, he can go to Gu Yan to find out how he feels?

So, after eating at noon, Nan Zhao ran to Gu Yan's class and dragged him up to the roof.

"What's wrong?" Gu Yan looked at him with lowered eyebrows.

Nan Zhao was still holding his hand, and suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eye, "I...I want to find a feeling."

"Huh? How does it feel?"

Nan Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, and the blush climbed to the tips of his ears: "It's just... the feeling of heartbeat."

Although he spoke in a quieter voice, Gu Yan still heard it. He was a little surprised, but more joyful: "How do you want to find it?"

Nan Zhao clutched his clothes, thinking about the content of the TV series, and suddenly summoned up the courage to say, "Come closer..."

As he wished, Gu Yan approached him with his head lowered, the tips of their noses almost touched each other, their breaths were intertwined, disturbing the heartbeat.

Suddenly, Gu Xi moved a little closer, and his soft touch fell on Nan Zhao's face.Nan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said something stupidly: "My heart is beating so fast, is it going to die?"

Gu Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes were soft.

Nan Zhao found the feeling of first love. During the next rehearsal, when he recalled that scene, he unconsciously became emotionally invested. Teacher Yang applauded with satisfaction.

Nan Zhao was in a good mood all day, because it was Friday and he didn't have to study by himself in the evening, so after school, he went to the teaching building opposite to look for Gu Xi.

The teacher of Gu Yao's class dragged the class as usual, Nan Zhao waited outside the corridor for a while, saw that Gu Yan hadn't noticed him, suddenly wanted to be naughty, and hid beside him.

Soon, the teacher inside announced that the get out of class was over, and some people ran out of the classroom in a hurry. After seeing Nan Zhao standing against the wall, they cast puzzled eyes.

Nan Zhao didn't care about other people, and when everyone was almost gone, he took a sneak peek into the classroom, and when he realized that Gu Yan was about to come out, he shrank his head back.

After hearing the sound of footsteps coming out, he blinked mischievously, and jumped out: "Hey!"

"I'll go!" Meng Hao jumped up in fright, and looked at Nan Zhao in surprise.

Looking at Gu Yan who was walking behind, Nan Zhao realized that he had scared the wrong person, and was a little embarrassed.

Gu Xi ignored Meng Hao, walked directly in front of Nan Zhao, and looked at him softly.

Nan Zhao blinked: "I want to eat pancakes."

"Let's go." Gu Yan just didn't have to go to a part-time job today, so he could take him back.

Meng Hao, who had been severely ignored, finally couldn't help but speak: "You two treat me like nothing!"

Why is it always him who gets hurt.

"Shut up." Gu Xi gave him a look, and took Nan Zhao away.

Meng Hao looked at the backs of the two of them, and cursed fiercely, what's the big deal, as if no one was interested.

Gu Xi drove Nan Zhao home, and when he passed by the river bank, he ran into Lei Ming again. His hand was bandaged, and he used his uninjured hand to help his mother pack the things on the cart.

When the eyes swept over, there was no hostility in the past, but there was no extra emotion, just like treating a stranger who didn't know.

Gu Yan didn't stop, just took a glance and looked away. Nan Zhao felt something, hugged Gu Yan's waist tightly, leaned close to his ear and asked in a low voice: "Has he given up on bothering you?"

"En." Gu Yan responded lightly, as if all the bad things in the past had gone with the wind.

Nan Zhao rubbed his head against his shoulder again: "Then don't fight in the future, the injury hurts a lot."

Gu Yan said hoarsely, "Okay."

Nan Zhao hadn't been to Gu Xi's house for a while. Grandpa Gu, who came back from closing the stall, saw him and greeted him, "Xiao Nan, you're here. The repaired erhu is easy to use. Is there any problem?"

Nan Zhao nodded obediently: "It's easy to use, thanks to Grandpa."

Uncle Gu waved his hand and said, "Hey, you are welcome, stay for dinner tonight."

Gu Yan put down his schoolbag for him, turned his head and said, "He wants to eat pancakes made by grandpa."

"Didn't you say it earlier, there are still more here? I just made it, and it's still hot." Uncle Gu took a bag of pancakes from the stall to Nan Zhao as he spoke.

"Thank you, grandpa." Nan Zhao took it and took a bite, with a satisfied expression on his face.

After dinner, Gu Yan packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen as usual, Nan Zhao followed, but when he smelled the dish soap, he sneezed immediately.

He covered his nose and said, "I'll help too, okay?"

"No need." Not to mention Gu Yan's reluctance, how could a spoiled young master like Nan Zhao do such things as washing dishes.

"I underestimated me. I helped my aunt at home." Before finishing speaking, Nan Zhao sneezed again. He pinched his nose with his hands, and the tip of his nose turned red.

Gu Xi wanted to give him away, "There is a small sugar bowl on the desk in my room, and there are mints in it." It was specially prepared for him.

Nan Zhao jumped out and walked into Gu Yan's room. He didn't see it on the desk. He looked through the drawers below and found the small sugar bowl on the second floor. thing.

Nan Zhao took a look, and was instantly dumbfounded.

Isn't this the campus card he lost a few years ago?The photo was taken when he was in sixth grade, and his features are still very childish.

What exactly is going on?

After Gu Xi washed the dishes, he didn't hear anything for a long time, so he washed his hands and walked into the room. Seeing the child's dazed expression, he quickly walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nan Zhao held up his previous campus card and said, "Why is this here with you?"

"Have we met before?"

Gu Yan's expression changed, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

I have seen it, only once, and I will never forget it from then on.

It was a dream. In the dream, it was raining heavily. A 14-year-old boy was walking alone on the way home from school with an umbrella. His school uniform was washed white. The students passing by all gave him weird eyes, and his ears were piercing. whispers.

"Look, that's the murderer's son..."

"I heard that his father has already gone to prison, why does he still come to school here?"

"It's terrible, everyone stay away from him."

As if he had never heard of it, the boy lowered the eaves of the umbrella a little to block the sight of others.

A few boys rushed out from the side and pushed him to the ground. Accompanied by a burst of cursing, the umbrella was trampled to pieces, and the boy suffered punches and kicks.

He stood up and wanted to resist, but was kicked down by another person in a blink of an eye. The rain kept falling, forming puddles of water on the ground, reflecting the faces of indifferent onlookers.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from behind: "Stop, or I will call the police."

The boy lying on the ground followed the prestige, and saw a delicate-looking boy, wearing a private school uniform, spotless, like a doll placed in a glass window.

The bullying boy was not afraid of the boy, but he was afraid of the adults behind him. After cursing a few words at the boy on the ground, he reluctantly ran away.

It was still raining, and when the boy got up, his whole body was soaked and dirty, like a wild dog that had lost his soul, and the expensive boy, as if in two worlds.

The boy came over and took the initiative to break the invisible boundary. The rain splashed his clean little leather shoes, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head stubbornly.

Seeing the broken umbrella on the ground, the boy frowned, asked the adult behind him for an umbrella and handed it over, "Your umbrella is broken, use mine."

The boy hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the umbrella, and looked at the boy steadily.

There was a call from behind, and the boy took out a small doll from his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "This is the sunny day doll I made today, and I give it to you, so you won't get caught in the rain in the future."

The boy stared blankly at the sunny baby in his hand, and when he came back to his senses, the boy had already run away.

The car disappeared into the rain and fog, and there was a card lying not far away. The boy picked it up, looked at the photo on it intently, and engraved the boy's appearance in his mind ever since.

The memory ended here, Nan Zhao clutched the campus card, his eyes were red from crying, and he spoke twitchingly: "I forgot, I didn't remember that you are that little brother."

Sitting next to him, Gu Yan stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "You don't have to remember." I just remember.

Nan Zhao sniffed and looked at him with wet eyes: "You were bullied at that time, didn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Yan even rejoiced that it was thanks to Lei Ming who brought someone to stop him that day, otherwise how could he have met such a good child?

Nan Zhao was so distressed that he couldn't help sobbing, and sat directly on Gu Xi's lap, hugging Gu Xi in a protective gesture: "You don't have to chase me, I like you so much, I don't want you to chase me." .”

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and kissed Nan Zhao's forehead lovingly: "I like you more."

"Actually, I went to your school to look for you later."

Nan Zhao raised his head slightly, with tears still on his face: "Why don't I know?"

"Because you were no longer in that school at that time." Gu Xi still clearly remembered that he squatted at the gate of that school for a month according to the address on that school card, only to find out later that the child had already transferred to another school.

Nan Zhao was slightly surprised, and suddenly remembered that he had transferred to art middle school after junior high school: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would come to me."

Thinking about it this way, it is still a bit regretful after all.

Gu Xi hugged him a little tighter, and turned over the past: "Didn't you come later?"

When the two met on the rooftop for the first time, Gu Xi recognized him. Although the child had grown up, he was not much different from a few years ago, and even became more dazzling.

This was a surprise given to him by the heavens. In his rotten life, a snow-white rose bloomed.

Nan Zhao blushed, and took the initiative to kiss his mouth: "Then are you happy?"

Gu Yan nodded, moved his mouth closer, and gently absorbed the child's breath between his lips and teeth.

All living beings are bitter, only you are sweet.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo~ I’m a fool, I actually cried while writing this chapter (mainly because the strawberry I bought yesterday was too sour, it made me cry!!)