Talking tablemates chase after me

The third grade is closed in the newly built Mingli Garden. Although there are still a few weeks left, the first and second grades in the entire teaching building have already fallen into the carnival of the upcoming school celebration.

Only Ding Jinyu was out of place, and would hide on the roof of the building every day during lunch breaks and even class breaks.

It is winter, but Panyang City is located at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan, and the sun on the roof of the building at noon is always warm.

Until the second weekend, he prepared snacks and candies to pick Mingmei up as usual, but the little girl was obviously not in a good mood today, and she didn't even touch her favorite hard mango candy. Take a few breaths.

After Ding Jinyu played a piece, he looked at Mingmei's little face still looking sleepy.

"What would my sister want to hear today?"

"Brother Jasmine." Ming Mei pouted, "Do you know "Butter-Fly?"

Ding Jinyu retrieved the score in his mind, "What is that?"

"The theme song of "Digimon"." Ming Mei imitated the adult's appearance, pretending to be earnest and old-fashioned, "Teach my brother how you know it, he can play it so--it's terrible!"

She exaggeratedly dragged out the word "tai" for a long time, and Ding Jinyu was amused by her appearance of a little adult; Li grabbed two candies and handed them to Ming Mei.

"What is your brother playing at home?"

"Clarinet." Mingmei held the candy in his hand, carefully peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to him, until Ding Jinyu took the candy before continuing, "My brother said that you have to learn music in elementary school. It's not difficult, and you can practice it well. After two weeks of performance, you want to take me to see it."

"Alas—" she sighed like a grown-up, "Blowing so badly, it's okay to be ashamed at home, but why go out and embarrass yourself? You still want to embarrass me with me..."

Ding Jinyu couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Elementary school music classes will learn a simple clarinet, but because the material itself is generally simplified and simplified for children to use, the sound of that thing is really not very good, if there is another one that is out of tune...

Ding Jinyu recalled the scene of "Dancing Demons" in music class when he was a child, and instantly felt sorry for Mingmei.

He stuffed the hard candy that Ming Mei peeled for himself into her mouth, got up to set up the violin, and played it lightly for a while.

The name "Butter-Fly" was a bit unfamiliar to him when he heard it, but at least he had half a childhood. After knowing that it was the theme song of "Digimon", he could probably play a short part from memory.

"It sounds good!" After the sound of the piano stopped, Ming Mei clapped her hands and followed the direction of the sound to find Ding Jinyu. With half a piece of candy in her mouth, she mumbled, "Brother Jasmine, what can I do?" My brother, don't let him go out to embarrass himself..."

Isn't the performance in two weeks' time a theatrical performance for the anniversary celebration of No. [-] Middle School?

Even if I didn't agree, there are still more than [-] students in the class. There are a large proportion of girls in the liberal arts class, and some of them are good at singing and dancing. How can Mingxi sing?

Ding Jinyu couldn't figure it out.

"Didn't you tell your brother?"

He has seen brothers and sisters Ming Xi and Ming Mei fight each other at the dinner table, and they are no more polite than he and Ding Yinan back then; no matter what he thinks, it is impossible for the little girl to be embarrassed to tell Ming Xi face to face.

really……

"I said it!" Ming Mei said, sniffling, "but... my brother doesn't agree..."

"Probably because I promised him he'd go to the show..."

Ding Jinyu could see that Ming Mei was really listless now, compared to the pretended deep look just imitating the adults.

"Brother said he was performing and asked you to take me to listen to it. I agreed when I got excited... But he clearly said that the clarinet is very simple! Who knew he could play so badly..."

"If I can go to school..." Ming Mei's voice became smaller and smaller until it sounded like a mosquito, "I must be much better than him..."

Strangers need to be courteous to each other, and the closer the relationship, the more keen to squeeze each other out; at least Ding Jinyu and Ding Yinan grew up like this, and he can fully understand Ming Mei's complaints about Ming Xi.

Just looking at Ming Mei's disappointed little face, he can also read the other meanings in these words.

Mingxi told him that his sister was seven years old, and she should have gone to school, if it wasn't for...

He will always remember that in Mingxi's WeChat profile picture, the little girl's eyes should have been brighter than the stars.

Now, he looked at the little girl as if she was a deflated ball, her eyes were hollow and nestled on the small stool, her big eyes drooped, and her long eyelashes trembled with grievance.

Not only the dimples, Mingxi and Mingmei's big eyes and eyelashes that girls envy are also very similar, trembling slightly, inexplicably pitiful.

Ding Jinyu rubbed Ming Mei's little head, "Do you want to go to school with your brother to listen to the performance?"

Ming Mei nodded hastily at first, but soon curled her lips and shook her head. After thinking for a long time, she finally nodded lightly——

Anticipation and fear.

Ding Jinyu doesn't know how to comfort others, Ming Mei doesn't speak anymore, he just set up the violin again.

He only has a few sporadic images of "Butter-Fly", but fortunately, "letitgo" was very popular in the past two years; Sleepy should like it.

He dragged it for a while based on memory, and finally coaxed the little girl's runaway dimple back to her face.

"Brother is telling the story of "The Little Prince" recently." Mingmei said softly during the interval of the song.

Ding Jinyu has never heard any bedtime stories, but the previous school organization has seen the animated version, and he can still recall a line in it——

Important things cannot be seen with the eyes, but must be seen with the heart.

He chuckled lightly, as expected, Mingxi was good at coaxing people.

Before dinner, he sent Mingmei home, changed into his running outfit early and waited at the alley.

"Ding Jinyu?"

Mingxi was obviously quite surprised that Ding Jinyu appeared here at this time.

Ding Jinyu leaned on the lamppost where Mingxi was waiting for him in the past, and when he heard the "click" sound of the bicycle locking back to the frame, he looked up and saw Mingxi, but he didn't answer until the other party called him.

Ming Xi came over and leaned against Ding Jinyu, "Did my sister cause trouble for you this afternoon?"

Ding Jinyu shook his head, and waited for a while before asking, "Did you ask your sister to sing oboe with me again?"

"Huh?" Ming Xi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize, "What did my sister tell you?"

"It's nothing." Ding Jinyu put his hands in his trouser belt, "Just say that you play the clarinet too badly, and ask me to persuade you not to go out and embarrass yourself."

"This little heartless..." Ming Xi muttered in a low voice, but she didn't realize that the dimple had unconsciously rolled on her face.

Mingxi came back late today, Ding Jinyu tilted his head, and saw that the other party was full of fatigue in his dimples.

He didn't know what happened to Mingxi's family, when his mother died, how his sister's eyes were injured, and even, on the day of the earthquake, he saw that Mingxi's grandma was also on crutches.

But he knew that Mingxi Mingming struggled to listen to lectures in class, struggled to do homework after class, and had to work part-time on weekends...

He couldn't figure out how his deskmate still kept smiling at everyone in such a stressful life, and he didn't even understand why Ming Xi was so obsessed with a dispensable theatrical performance when life was already like this.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"Huh?" Ming Xi was clearly distracted by exhaustion, and he was stunned for another two seconds, unable to understand what Ding Jinyu meant.

Thinking of Ming Meitian's sentence "If I can go to school", Ding Jinyu lowered his eyelashes.

"Anniversary." He gave an explanation with rare patience, "Why do you have to go?"