Aristocrat Boys School

When Jian Chi woke up, a beam of afternoon light shone faintly outside.

It was the first time he slept through morning class, but luckily he had expected this, and asked Wen Chuan to ask for leave in advance.My head doesn't hurt as much as before I went to sleep, and my nose is still a little blocked.Jian Chi was about to get up to wash up, when she looked up and saw the neater dormitory than last night and the ironed uniforms hanging beside the bed without a single wrinkle, she fell on the bed in a daze.

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Chuan appeared at the door with a bag of lunch.Jian Chi had already changed into her uniform, she was a little surprised when she opened the door, let him in, and asked, "Aren't you in class now?"

"Lunch time."

Wen Chuan's answer was as concise as ever, and he put the lunch for two on the table.This was the first time Jian Chi saw him buy so many dishes, she was embarrassed but also slightly moved, she said 'thank you', but Wen Chuan didn't answer.

The small table is only allowed to sit face to face, Jian Chi suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked, "Have you been to my dormitory since you left last night?"

Wen Chuan replied indifferently: "You didn't come to class this morning. I borrowed a spare key to come here once. You were still sleeping, so I cleaned the room."

Jian Chi's chopsticks were suspended in the air for a moment, hesitating, "You also washed my clothes?"

"I asked the student union for a new set," Wen Chuan said, "I washed the original set for you."

Jian Chi couldn't speak, her mind seemed to be blocked for a while, buzzing, she couldn't tell whether it was more gratitude, or more embarrassment and shame.

He had thought that serious-looking text message was just an 'look'.Now it seems that Wen Chuan has a very clear understanding of his own position.

"I thought you were just joking," Jian Chi tried hard to organize his words, "I mean you don't have to do it, and I didn't help you, the things you said would be done by others even without me , if you really want to repay, maybe you can... improve by a few points on next week's chemistry exam?"

The last content was something that Jian Chi casually said, and after finishing speaking, he found that it was unexpectedly feasible.Wen Chuan lowered his eyes as if thinking seriously, and slowly uttered a word: "Okay."

Jian Chi heaved a sigh of relief, rather than accepting Wen Chuan's reward, he still hoped that Wen Chuan could focus on himself.Wen Chuan kept quiet until after lunch, and consciously cleared the table, as if he had done this set of things many times before, and even Jian Chi couldn't intervene if he wanted to help.

"You don't want me to do that?"

Wen Chuan raised his thick and slender eyelashes, and pursed his lips tightly, unable to tell if he was unhappy or disappointed.The eyes are like jewels shining with a cold tone, leaving a dusty life on this face that is too beautiful to be true.

It's hard for Jian Chi to bear such a direct gaze. Once a glance from a distance was enough to amaze, let alone such a close-up gaze, he got stuck for a while, and heard Wen Chuan continue to say.

"I used to live in the home of my adoptive parents, and I would do these things every day, which is not considered forced."

Jian Chi understood the meaning of his words, and her heart twitched slightly when she heard the words 'adoptive parents', trying to recall the content of Wen Chuan's life experience described in the book, which was pitifully small.Presumably those are not good memories.

He didn't want to explore Wen Chuan's past, instead he said: "That's not what I mean, it's because you did a great job, and I feel worthy of it."

"I don't think so."

Wen Chuan packed up the sorted garbage, got up and pushed the chair back to its original position, bowed his head to Jian Chi who hadn't reacted yet, and asked aloud, "Continue to rest, or should we go together?"

He dismissed the previous topic lightly, and Jian Chi didn't have any reason to continue to refuse. He got up and packed the books and computer for the next class, and said to Wen Chuan, "Let's go."

In fact, since waking up in the morning, Jian Chi has been having an indescribable feeling.He asked Wen Chuan just now, but what he really wanted to know was whether Wen Chuan had been here last night.

Although there is no evidence yet, Jian Chi inexplicably believes that someone must have come to the dormitory last night, covered him with a quilt, and wiped his forehead. This vague feeling accompanied him until he opened his eyes.

Is it an illusion?

"Jane Chi, what happened yesterday? Wen Chuan even asked Brother Zheng for leave this morning."

The class in the afternoon was over, and it happened that Zhang Yang was going to the library to review, so he immediately came up to gossip: "I heard the people next to me kept guessing, but after what happened last time, I don't think anyone will mess around in HS. Fa, you tell me what happened, I have been curious all morning!"

"Didn't you ask Wen Chuan?" Jian Chi asked.

"I asked, of course I asked," Zhang Yang murmured in a low voice, "You know his boring gourd-like personality, how could you tell me?"

Jian Chi omitted some unnecessary things, and briefly described the matter. Zhang Yang's expression became more and more unpredictable following Jian Chi's words. After listening to it, he choked out a sentence: "Is Shao Hang sick? ?”

This was said in a low voice, obviously still very cowardly.

Hearing this name relieved the discomfort a little. Jian Chi has few advantages, and self-dissolution is one of them. Unless there is a major event of the sky falling, he will never stay in a depressed mood for too long.

Compared with the innocent collapse, yesterday was just a kiss against his will, apart from making him really disgusted, he didn't feel anything, or he didn't want to have it.

He opened the HS. Although it is unlikely to be scribbled like Zhang Yang said, it is still safer to take a look.Jian Chi's eyes suddenly focused on the top line of the message column, and there was a bright red dot next to Ji Huaisi's name.

Ji Weisi: I heard from Shu Ting that you have gone back, is there any discomfort?Get a good night's rest.

The latest one came this morning.

Jiweisi: Do you feel better?

Seeing these two messages, fragmented memories of yesterday flooded back.

After Shen Shuting appeared, the dizziness caused by the cold made Jian Chi forget that she had sent Ji Huaisi a message.Flipping through the above chat records, Jian Chi felt a subtle embarrassment that made Ji Wise feel uncomfortable.

He thought for a while and replied: Sorry, President Shen and I went to the student union yesterday, and I forgot to wait for you there.

Ji Weisi's message came almost in the next second: It's okay, is your cold still uncomfortable?

: It's almost done.

Ji Weisi said: That's good, I'm still worried that you won't be able to come out tomorrow night.

Jian Chi scanned the passage twice, and replied uncertainly: What's the matter tomorrow night?

Jiweisi: I have something to tell you.

Jian Chi asked suspiciously: Can't you say it now?

Ji Weisi replied: It will not be until tomorrow night.

Followed by a familiar star smiley face.

This feeling of not having an answer can't be said to be bad, Jian Chi paused for a while, and replied with 'yes'.

He couldn't deny that he was a little curious about what it was that he couldn't say until tomorrow night.Jian Chi knew that no matter what the answer was, Ji Weisi would never let him down.

Unknowingly, he seems to have trusted Ji Weiss extraordinarily.

Except for occasionally reviewing late at night in the library, Jian Chi seldom walks on the campus at night in Sanston.Just finished the homework at hand, he remembered the news from Ji Weisi, and walked in the opposite direction from the dormitory after leaving the library.

The road to the student union was silent, only a few unreal winds could be heard, wrapped in the cold air of early December.Jian Chi quickened her pace, and when she walked up the stairs, she suddenly heard an indistinct music, which became clearer and more pleasant as the distance got closer.

Jian Chi took a light step, walked over and pushed open the half-open door with Ji Weisi's number plate on it, a small gap was opened in the window of the room, and the white curtains fluttered slightly.The figure of Ji Huaisi stood in front of the window with a violin on his shoulders. The moment Jian Chi walked in, the melody stopped abruptly. He raised his eyes to look at Jian Chi, with a faint smile on his lips.

"good evening."

Jian Chi's figure was fixed on the spot, and for a moment he suspected that he had strayed into an illusion, his voice tightened a little: "What you said you wanted to tell me yesterday..."

"Happy birthday, Jane Chi."

Ji Huaisi looked at him with a hint of helplessness and connivance in his smile, "Did you even forget your own birthday?"

In fact, Jane has never forgotten that he never celebrates his birthday, and this day of every year is no different to him from the other 360 days.He never thought that he would hear this sentence from Ji Weisi tonight.

Just four words, strange and palpitating.

Ji Weisi smiled slightly, raised his chin, rested the bow in his right hand lightly on the string, and said solemnly and gently: "Tonight is a private concert that belongs to you."

The moment the piano sounded, Jian Chi heard a voice in his ear that became clearer and clearer, like his own heartbeat.