Innocent people have something to say [Quick Transmigration]

Gui Bobo is on vacation at home for half a month this time, and then he will go back to school for training.In the first few days of this half month, my mother still cooks all kinds of delicious food every day, in the name of giving him a good reward, but in the next few days, she becomes impatient and starts to complain that he can't do this or that. , All day long at home, such a big man is an eyesore. He was bored at home, so he simply slipped out for a run with an excuse, listening to music while jogging.

Apart from running, his hobby is listening to music, especially when he is running, he feels as if he is the only one in the world, very happy.

Sometimes he would involuntarily look towards the middle of the lawn, but the young master who was wearing a small suit and playing the violin was never there.

He said to himself in his heart that he was just curious for a while and had no other meaning.

But there is still a little loss in my heart, and I can't help but think, why isn't this young master playing the piano here today?He plays very well...

Well, mostly he wanted to hear that voice again.

He said silently in his heart, and after a small stop, he began to return to his own rhythm.

He immersed himself in the breath of running, and put the little troubles behind him.

About a week later in the afternoon, when he was running, he saw the meticulously dressed young master again. He got off a stretched luxury car, and a man in a suit opened the door for him.

The young master turned his head and said a few words to the man, and then the man seemed hesitant to speak, and finally closed the door in compromise, and said a few words himself.

The young master listened without saying a word, and only slightly nodded his head reservedly.

Then, probably sensing Gui Bobo's gaze, he looked towards Gui Bobo.

I didn't know what was going on at that time, Gui Bobo quickly turned his head aside in a panic, feeling guilty... In fact, he didn't do anything, but for some reason, he was a little afraid that he would be killed by the young master. Catch yourself looking at him.

It feels a little weird.

Although I don't know why it's weird.

Gui Bobo turned his head to the side, pretending that he was warming up, but the song in the earbuds suddenly stopped and he didn't know it, thinking in his mind, the young master doesn't seem to live in this community.

He didn't wear a small suit today, but a white shirt with English-style overalls, and a bow tie around his neck.

It feels more tender.

Why do I use the word tender to describe myself?Gui Bobo himself didn't know what he was thinking about, he quietly pretended to look at the scenery over there, and turned his head away. At that moment, his face tensed subconsciously.

Try to appear calm and nonchalant.

Well, he just looked at the clouds over there, not the young master.

Hey, the young master is carrying a small schoolbag on his back today, and he bumps when he walks, it feels so cute.

Gui Bobo's mouth was about to rise, but he quickly suppressed it.

Cough - he couldn't help but squeezed his fist and coughed several times around his mouth.

It's over...it seems to be choking on my own saliva.

Gui Bobo turned his head, his back was slightly bent, and his throat felt extremely uncomfortable, as expected, one should not be too complacent.

He was a little annoyed, why did he make an embarrassment at this moment, usually it was nothing to make an embarrassment, but at this moment.

Then a black metal thermos cup with a very simple and elegant shape was handed over, and the other hand thoughtfully unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup.

Gui Bobo struggled to see the kind-hearted man's face through the eyes blurred by the tears as he coughed up the tears.

A navy blue silk bow tie, and a diamond-encrusted gemstone button hanging on the strap, the young master looked down from above.His bangs hang slightly above his eyebrows, as if they were a little disheveled by the wind, and one strand of his hair is upturned.

He cast his gaze over, and passed the cup in his hand forward again.

Gui Bobo bent his waist even lower, he suppressed the loud coughing sound in his throat, endured it muffled, and took the thermos cup with trembling hands, as if touching the young master's fingertips, with a slight chill.

He forgot to cough at that moment, as if fireworks exploded in his head, he picked up the cup subconsciously, filled his mouth with water, and when he drank half of it, he realized that it was someone else's cup, and he couldn't match his mouth... …

Hey!

Gui Bobo held half of his saliva in his mouth and swallowed with difficulty.

He glanced at the young master out of the corner of his eye, he looked at him, and didn't stop him from directly mouthing... This cup must have been used before, and I don't know if the place where he just mouthed is where people often drink water.

Gui Bobo felt that he was being too picky, the young master looked very particular, and someone kindly handed him the water glass, he was so careless, he didn't know how disgusting he felt.

It was too late for Gui Bobo to touch his fingers at this time, he could only drink half a glass of warm water in a mess—is this considered an indirect kiss?

Gui Bobo was directly sprayed by his own thoughts, he took the cup suddenly, turned his head and sprayed on the ground, covered his nose and mouth with his hands.

Damn, what a shame.

He closed his eyes in despair.

He turned his head and wanted to return the water glass to others, but the young master didn't show any expression of disgust. He took the water glass and twisted the lid on with the other hand. When he took it, he touched Gui Bobo's hot finger Pointy, slightly curled little finger.

He turned his head and put the water glass into the small schoolbag behind him.

Gui Bobo said weakly: "...that... thank you, sorry, I seemed to be right just now..."

The young master half-squatted and buttoned his schoolbag, lowered his eyes, and said: "It's okay."

The more people said it was okay, the more Gui Bobo felt guilty. He suddenly felt that he was still wearing a stinky sweat from a run, which was rude, and his palms were so sticky that he couldn't help rubbing against the bottom of his trousers. rub.

"That... my name is Guibobo, I'm really sorry."

"I know." The young master put his schoolbag back on his back, looked up at him, and then stood up: "You told me last time."

"Ah, I didn't expect you to remember, I thought..."

The young master moved the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, and then pulled out the violin from the violin bag that was slung across his body. He posed in a posture, pinched the bow with his fingers, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked at Guibobo with some doubts. body.

Gui Bobo couldn't help taking a step back: "Ah, then, then I won't bother you."

He took a step back, looking hesitant to leave.

"...You." After a pause, she couldn't help pinching the palm of her hand, hesitating a little restlessly.

"Will you come here to play the piano tomorrow...tomorrow?"

Gui Bobo didn't wait for anyone to respond, and immediately explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just think that you play the piano very nicely...ah, that's..."

"Yes..." He dragged on trying to find a more reasonable reason.

The young master gave a soft "um", and the strings of the zither had already been pulled.

Gui Bobo didn't hear the "um", only heard the smooth music flowing out of those slightly cool fingertips again.

Seeing that the young master was fully concentrating on playing the violin, his mouth was opened and closed again, and his fingers clenched his palms were released again. He lowered his eyes in disappointment, and was about to turn around and leave.

How embarrassing...

Talking to yourself or something, in fact, people must think you are so annoying, and they don't want to talk to you.

Gui Bobo didn't even want to run anymore. He first walked with his head downcast, even his shoulders collapsed. He was walking slowly at first, and then started to run.

Wanting to leave all self-indulgent emotions behind.

Just thinking about my bad response just now, I can't wait to find a hole in the ground and get in.

But he didn't go back either. After he ran for a while, his emotions eased up again. Sure enough, running is a good medicine for healing.

He felt a little reconciled again, but he didn't dare to face it openly, so he sneaked around to the back, squatted on the side of the bushes and looked towards the lawn.

The young master hasn't left yet.

He didn't know why, but he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he really thought too much, and people didn't care at all.

Laughing to death, he thought about a bunch of messy things, maybe the young master didn't think about anything.

So I got a little restless again.

Why don't you just pretend that nothing happened and run back?

that is it.

He just suddenly, suddenly wanted to try to run around outside.He thought for a while, and then plugged back the earphones that he had taken off. There was no sound in the earphones, but he just pretended to look more indifferent.

He carefully glanced at the place where the young master was staying from the corner of his eye - wait, what is the young master doing?

The young master standing on the lawn playing the violin did not know when he put down the violin. He squatted on the lawn and took out a thermos from the schoolbag behind him.

Then he twisted off the thermos and drank it.

... drank?

Guibobo was dumbfounded.

Wait, isn't that what he just drank mouth-to-mouth?

Maybe... maybe... people don't care about this at all?

impossible?

Guibobo flinched when he was going forward, and started to find a place to hide himself, but he had already come out of the bushes.

Then the young master who was sitting on the lawn drinking water also turned his attention to him.

He saw him.

Guibobo: ...

to finish.

It's even more strange to hide at this time!

Gui Bobo, who originally wanted to back down, could only bite the bullet and ran towards the playground with weak legs.

Without squinting, he cheered himself up while running.

Well, yes, he didn't see anything.

After this lap, he said that he would never come to this place again.

The young master seemed to pause for a moment, maybe Gui Bobo had misread it, then he continued to finish his drink as if nothing had happened, closed the lid, and picked up the violin to play again.

The passionate violin music can stir up the emotions in people's hearts most.

At the end, Gui Bobo didn't think about anything, just kept running along with the music.

At dusk, among them, no one spoke, not even a single eye contact, one focused on playing the piano, and the other focused on running.

But there is an indescribable tacit understanding.