Crimson Garland

The color and shadow are mottled and brilliant.

In the darkness, the light of the projector flickered, showing various pictures on the white screen in front of the large classroom.

h quietly glanced at i around him several times from the corner of his eyes, and finally realized that the people around him seemed to be really looking at the book in his hand intently.

Say hello or save it, forget it.

H thought helplessly, brushed his bangs with his fingertips, sighed slightly, and pulled out a book from his bag.

No one can tell what it feels like.

Both of them clearly know each other, but this kind of knowledge is actually limited to knowing.

This kind of relationship is delicate and fragile, as if there is only a layer of paper between them, but whoever speaks a word to the other party first, this layer of barrier will fall off in an instant.

——I really want to say something, I can say anything.Such thoughts lingered in h's mind repeatedly.

I have never had such an opportunity to have been in touch with her so closely and for such a long time, and such an opportunity may never come again.If we open our mouths and say a word, can we also be friends?

H hesitated, pretending to flip a page of the book in his hand.

At the same time, i absent-mindedly flipped a page.

The two sounds of clattering and turning the pages of the book were intertwined, both of them were slightly stunned, and then lowered their heads a little lower.

The star river and the sky outside the window are beautiful at night.But there was a nervous person sitting beside me, and I couldn't calm down.

Besides, is this person always peeking at him?

I don't want to be too sentimental, but I do feel strange again, and I am very nervous.

I don't know how long this embarrassment has passed, the bells for the end of get out of class and the bell for class start alternately, and the movie finally gradually came to an end.

After a while, the lights in front of the stage suddenly turned on.The teacher pressed pause and finally started the lecture.

The moment the light came on, a gust of wind poured into the narrow window, suddenly lifted the curtain beside i, and blew her sideburns onto h's face beside her.

"..."

"..."

There was a sudden silence, I quickly pushed back the ends of my hair, without saying a word.

H blushed a little, she didn't care if i said or not, and whispered: "It's okay."

In fact, not only was she fine, but when the light, fragrant and soft hair brushed against her face, she felt a little flattered.

Thinking about it, H blushed a little more.

Not long after walking away, there was a commotion in the classroom.Both of them came back to their senses abruptly, only then did they notice that it was the teacher who started pointing people and checking the homework.

As the name suggests, the opera appreciation class is just about listening to songs and reading stories, and the homework is always the same.

The homework for the last class was to learn a song - sound of music.And the inspection that the teacher said, naturally means going on stage to sing.

This form is more or less shameful, but fortunately it is not a solo, the teacher counts people on it, and it is all rows and rows.

Unfortunately, i and h sat in the same row, and they were ordered to go to the podium together, and participated in the chorus performed by the three rows.

After the two people realized that they were being targeted, they both closed the books in their hands in an instant, quickly put them in the drawer, and then straightened their clothes and walked together in the bustling crowd of people walking down the stairs. down.

The aisle in the lecture theater was narrow, i stood up first, followed by h, and when the two walked down the stairs together, they were almost shoulder to shoulder.

And when they got to the front of the stage, the distance was not widened.

The lights are bright, there are many people, and the classmates who were in the class together took leave, but now there is no acquaintance in this class.

She looked at the dense crowd of people in the big classroom in front of her, and couldn't help being slightly dazed.

Until she subconsciously glanced at the h beside her.

Under the pale and dazzling light of the lamp, H's complexion was crimson.She stood close to the i, with erratic eyes, sweeping over the edge of the classroom and the corners of the doors and windows.

This little crimson color softened H's impressive bad feeling, and softened the coldness that seemed to be difficult for strangers to get close to her on weekdays.

Alas?

i couldn't believe her eyes, she glanced at h next to her again to confirm the fact.

——Is she, shy?