Be at the same table with the rumored boss

"Well, it's been a while and you may not be familiar with it, so just listen to it." Su Mianyang took out something from the wide school uniform trouser pocket.

The wooden trapezoidal square box, the carved black pattern looks a bit literary, and a whole row of bent iron bars are inlaid on it. The simple and special small wooden box makes people look forward to how it will be played. .

Su Mianyang's fingers were slender. When he held the small wooden box from below, his middle fingertips rested on top of it. His thumb lightly clasped the longest iron bar in the center, and the wooden box made its first crisp sound. sound.

Like a magic trick, all the performances are under the control of the magician.

Holding the wooden box with both hands, Su Mianyang only has two thumbs left to play freely, scraping the iron bars at different positions from time to time, and the simple small box plays an extremely beautiful melody under these hands .

A trickle flows from the spring, irrigating the soil that has never been in spring for a whole season, and flowers break out of the ground where it flows.The stars move, the sun and the moon change, like stars pouring from the nine heavens, splashing and moistening the whole world.

Xiao Lang turned his head to look at Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang put all his attention on the small piano box, his usual wild and arrogant eyebrows softened because of this, his expression was not only focused, but also somewhat nostalgic, as if he was missing someone through this piece of music.

When the song was completely over, Su Mianyang let out a long sigh of relief.Xiao Lang didn't speak, but applauded him quietly.

"Kalimba," Su Mianyang said after a pause, "this is a piece taught by my mother, and she plays it much better than me."

"You play very well too." Xiao Lang commented seriously.

Su Mianyang didn't speak any more.

Xiao Lang sensed the wrong atmosphere, and followed Su Mianyang in silence.

Su Mianyang relaxed slowly. In a trance, he felt that he had returned to the afternoon two years ago. He played this piece of music on the kalimba over and over again. In the end, his fingertips hurt, and a large red patch appeared on his fingertips. Mark, leaning feebly against the hard and cold wall behind him.

Su Mianyang's tense back relaxed, and the cold and hard feeling of the wall in his memory did not appear, replaced by Xiao Lang's firm and warm back.

When he came into contact with this warmth, he was so stiff that he didn't dare to move at first, but when he found that Xiao Lang didn't care, he tentatively and slowly relaxed, and finally put all the strength of his upper body on Xiao Lang.

If there was someone who was willing to lean on his back at that time, even if there was only one person, he would still be willing to work hard for this person.

The familiar bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the loud voices overwhelmed the sharp whistle of the wind blowing in the cold winter.

When he regained consciousness by opening his eyes again, Su Mianyang was surprised that he could fall asleep in such a cold weather, and even more surprised that he could lean on Xiao Lang's back so peacefully when he fell asleep.

Su Mianyang withdrew quickly, and from the side he could clearly see Xiao Lang opened his tightly closed eyes, and when he looked at him, his eyes were clear.

"Sorry, I didn't want to fall asleep, it's hard to rely on you." Su Mianyang was quite guilty.

"I just woke up too, I didn't feel anything in my dream." Xiao Lang said.

"get out of class is over, let's go back to the classroom." After Su Mianyang finished speaking, he stood up abruptly. The numbness of his legs made his eyes dark in the next moment, and he leaned forward uncontrollably. When he fell forward, he subconsciously grabbed the person beside him. People, almost fell into a ball with themselves and others.

The sudden shock made Su Mianyang sober up a lot, "Grass, I almost worshiped the world with you."

"If you really worship this, maybe you and Cao can take a wedding leave, and you don't have to run for a week." Xiao Lang continued on his words.

This is obviously a joke. They wear thick clothes in winter, and they don't exercise at high speed.

Su Mianyang really wanted to laugh, but when he saw Xiao Lang's expressionless face, the laughter stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.

He suppressed a smile, wondering why someone could make such a cold joke with such a serious expression.

It was too late for Liu Juan to decide to hold the party normally. Few people could prepare a perfect program within two days, but the enthusiasm of the student days was like crude oil that flows calmly. It only takes a little spark to explode into a prairie fire. , they are always eagerly looking forward to new things.

After the last class on New Year's Day, Jiang Yu shouted for division of labor and cooperation. The whole class excitedly emptied the tables and chairs, and Qian Haitang brought a few girls to buy garland ribbons to decorate the classroom.

Zhu Yanyan is very good at hosting this kind of event, the atmosphere of the audience was mobilized, even Zhou Wenhao, who has always been shy and doesn't like to talk, went up and sang a song.

His singing out of key is not very good, but what everyone cares about is not the real level of the individual. The point is that the high-ranking Xueba sings a song for the first time, so the audience still burst into thunderous applause.

Su Mianyang was next to play.

At that time, he was chatting with Zhang Haichao and the others, and when he suddenly heard his name, he was still holding a handful of melon seeds. He was in a hurry to go on stage, so he could only pour the melon seeds in his hand to Xiao Lang nearby, and finally said He said, "It's over, I was so nervous that my right eyelid started to twitch, and I feel that nothing is good."

"Right eye jumping disaster is superstition, left eye jumping money is science." Xiao Lang comforted him.

Su Mianyang took the guitar hand and said, "As expected of a top student, few people can beat you in the field of thinking. At the same table, is there any experience that can be imparted?"

"Yes," Xiao Lang nodded and added, "Before going on stage, I silently recited 'I'm not nervous' three times in my heart, so it's not easy to make mistakes."

Su Mianyang has long been tired of hearing this kind of words to coax children, but Xiao Lang's unusually serious expression still made him unable to bear it.

Before taking the guitar to the stage, Su Mianyang silently recited "I'm not nervous" three times in his heart, and then when he took Zhu Yanyan's microphone to introduce himself, he blurted out, "I'm not nervous."

The whole class was silent for three seconds in tacit understanding, and then a wave of laughter broke out.

Zhang Haichao was about to lose his breath from laughing, Liu Xiaodao couldn't help laughing too, while Xiao Lang sat quietly in the corner eating melon seeds.

Su Mianyang blushed a lot behind his ears. Although he really wanted to put down the burden and quit, but because of his affection, he persisted. He simply stopped talking about the unfinished self-introduction. After the laughter of the whole class subsided Just hugged the guitar and plucked the first note.

People's appreciation of music is probably innate, and the beautification as a fluid gesture envelops the entire classroom.

When Su Mianyang played the guitar, the whole class fell silent and listened quietly to the performance of the people on stage.

Xiao Lang didn't know much about music, but he could still hear that the piece on the guitar was the same piece that Su Mianyang played on the kalimba, which was gentle and beautiful.

Moths are always attracted to light objects unconsciously.

A person will shine in the field he likes and is good at. It is undeniable that Su Mianyang, who is holding a guitar on the stage and fully immersing himself in the music world, is really attractive.

At the end of Su Mianyang's piece, there were still many people who didn't catch their breath. It wasn't until he stood up that the whole class reacted and applauded. This is the first piece of music tonight, and it naturally received a lot of attention and response. The less talkative girls even surrounded him and asked him what the title of the song was.

After finally getting rid of the siege of a group of people, Su Mianyang returned to his seat, while Xiao Lang next to him was still sitting there leisurely eating melon seeds.

The phrase "I'm not nervous" on the stage made Su Mianyang blush until now, and he snatched all the melon seeds from Xiao Lang's palm as if to vent his anger.

Zhang Haichao on the side came over, "Brother Yang is awesome, it's because I'm blind, I can't see that you still have musical talent."

"That's it," Su Mianyang agreed, "You can't see much."

Zhang Haichao was shocked by Su Mianyang's brazenness.

Su Mianyang turned his head and asked Xiao Lang, "Are you handsome?"

Xiao Lang didn't have any temper for this kind of kid's tone of begging for praise. He smiled and said, "Handsome."

"No sign? Your answer is not sincere enough." Su Mianyang's principle of doing things has always been to make progress.

Xiao Lang had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and click on a video. It was the video of Su Mianyang performing on stage just now. "It was recorded for you."

"It's more or less the same." This is a very strange feeling. When Su Mianyang didn't ask this person to do anything for him, Xiao Lang took the initiative to help him record the moment when he was on stage, as if Xiao Lang had been paying attention. He does.

After Su Mianyang finished playing the guitar, Zhang Haichao and Liu Xiaodao ran to the class to play. The preparations for the sixth class party were late, and no matter how enthusiastic they were, the quality of the programs was indeed not high. The number of their own programs was small, and most of them were It was a love song, and the party ended around ten o'clock.

Jiang Yu took the on-duty students to deal with the mess, cleaned up the ribbons, put the tables and chairs back to their original places, and it took a long time for a group of people to clean up almost.

There was a long delay tonight, there were few boys in the liberal arts class, and there were day students who were anxious to go home among the on-duty students. Su Mianyang simply took over the rest of the work of sweeping the floor and taking out the garbage.

He didn't notice that Xiao Lang was still standing at the door of the classroom until everyone else in the class had left, holding a broom in his hand, and it was self-evident what he was going to do.

"You are a day student, I remember?" Su Mianyang picked up another broom, "Go home early, I can finish it by myself."

"Well," Xiao Lang responded, "It's still early, I'll accompany you."

Su Mianyang did not refuse.

The huge classroom was empty, and emotionally speaking, he really wanted someone to talk with him, and the efficiency of two people was indeed much higher than that of one person, not to mention that it was too early for Xiao Langming to say it, and it would be a bit too much to refuse .

The two of them cleaned up together in about 10 minutes. Su Mianyang sat on his desk to rest, with one leg drooping casually, and the other foot on his bench.

Xiao Lang was still packing his things when he suddenly heard the person next to him picking up the guitar and picking up a syllable.

"Let me play the guitar for you, and let you hear how good my brother is," Su Mianyang said, "It happens that you are still packing up, so there is no delay."

"Didn't you just hear about the party just now?" Xiao Lang asked back.

"That's different. I just entertained the public," Su Mianyang said after a pause, "I'm only playing this part for you alone."

There were only the two of them left in the empty classroom, the electric light stick above their heads was dazzling, and the sound of the neighbor's class sound and the noisy wind could be heard beside them. much.

Xiao Lang felt his right eyelid twitch suddenly.

"Well," Xiao Lang took out the books that had already been packed into the backpack and stacked them one by one, "It just so happens that I have to pack it up for a while."