love you, in time

After class division, we returned to the normal class mode. Although it was a bit boring, fortunately, the school still gave some 'sweet dates' occasionally.

Fortunately, although more than half of the original classmates left the class, some of the friends who had a good relationship with me, like Xiao Jia, Zhang Qi, and Wen Renqing from the original class, all appeared in the fourth class.And our class teacher for this school year is still Lao Chen.

In fact, Zi Sangyu also wanted to lure Wen Renqing to study literature together.Because Wen Renqing's grades can be said to be on the same level, and a good science subject is also very good in liberal arts, but Xiaoyu couldn't convince Wen Renqing until the end, so she had to obediently study her liberal arts.

But should I say it or not, Xiaoyu's liberal arts really can't be described well, it can really be said to be a god.With a perfect score of 245 in liberal arts, Zisang should be the only person in the entire grade who can achieve more than [-] every time.

Hmm... By the way, there is also An Ruo, she also went to study liberal arts.But I don't know if it was because of the quarrel with Jiang Jingnian, I felt that An Ruo's face was not very good that day, and she ignored it.

"...Okay, anyway, it's the academic administration online course selection that you remember at [-]:[-] p.m. on Sunday this week. You can't leave it blank, or the system will automatically adjust it." The monitor is still Han Hao. At that time, he was talking about some elective courses on the podium, "What are the elective courses, where is the teacher, and who is the teacher? I have posted them on the front wall. Come and take a look after class, so that you can grab the class on Sunday."

"Ayan! Ayan!" After reading the form after class, I rushed back to my seat and hugged Yan Qing's arm next to me. "There is guitar lesson."

"Well, you want to learn?" Yan Qing paused the moment I hugged her hand, but quickly resumed the action of doing the problem without looking at me.

"Xiaoxi, I heard from the last year's seniors that guitar lessons are very popular, and it's always seconds away." The person who spoke was my front desk, and Wen Renqing's new deskmate, Zhu Yan, a very cute girl. A girl with a fleshy face.

"Ah~" I was a little disappointed, I lay down on the table and pouted, "But the others are not fun."

"Xiaoxi, why don't you come and go to the pottery with me?" Zhu Yan straddled her chair backwards, laying on the back of the chair and winking at me, "If it's not true, you can watch movies too."

"Well... let me think about it again"

"Xixi, in fact, if you want to learn the guitar, there is a teacher next to you." Seeing this, Wen Renqing turned around and smiled and gave me a look at Yan Qing.

Um?Ah Yan can play the guitar?But there is no guitar at home?And Ayan never mentioned it.

Just when I was wondering, Yan Qing stopped writing and raised his hand to rub my head, with a complicated tone, "Xixi, how about it, if you don't get selected on Sunday, I will... teach you"

Why do you feel that there is a hint of sadness in Yan Qing's tone?Am I wrong?

After dinner, I stood in front of Yan Qing's bedroom door, hesitating whether to ask my doubts.

Suddenly there was a 'squeak', and the door in front of him was opened. "Hee Hee, how long are you going to stand?"

Yan Qing's figure appeared in front of his eyes.The off-white long-sleeved neckline was opened a little wide, revealing Yan Qing's delicate collarbone. Paired with dark brown slim-fit trousers, although he was still a half-grown child, he already had seductive curves.

My face instantly heated up, I swallowed my saliva unconsciously, and quickly looked away.

Damn it!Now I am becoming less and less resistant to Yan Qing.

"Xixi?" Yan Qing told me to blushed, thinking that I was not feeling well, walked in front of me and stretched out his hands to cover my forehead, "I don't have a fever, Xixi, why are you feeling unwell?"

The figure in front of him was suddenly magnified, and he could see Yan Qing's collarbone and the looming gully on his chest when he looked down a little.

Help!This is simply visual impact!I don’t know if it’s because the weather is getting dry in autumn or because of the… cough in the corner of my eye just now. In short, a warm current gushes out from my nasal cavity, and I raised my hand to touch it… I actually got a nosebleed. !

"Ayan! I'm bleeding, huh~huh~" Withdrew from Yan Qing's half-hugging position, I was so scared that I was at a loss for a moment, "Ayan~huh~"

Reaching out and lifting my chin to force me to look up, Yan Qing couldn't laugh or cry, "It's just because the sky is too dry, Xixi is fine." He took me in and coaxed me softly, while pulling out two pieces of paper from his desk, After helping me clean up, I rolled up the paper and blocked my nose, "Okay, okay, it's all right now, isn't it?"

"Ayan..." Yan Qing rubbed the top of my head, coaxing me more and more proficiently in the tone of coaxing children.I put my arms around Yan Qing's waist "I want to hear you play the guitar"

The person in his arms froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal "Okay"

On the bay window, Yan Qing was holding the guitar and tuning it, while I was sitting opposite her, and I still asked my doubts.

"Ayan, why have I never seen this guitar before, and you didn't tell me?"

"Xixi, let me... tell you a story." Yan Qing's tone was a little low, and it sounded a little distressed in my ears. say......."

Ignoring the frown I had already frowned, Yan Qing continued on his own, as if talking to me, but also as if talking to herself.

"Hee Hee, do you know that this girl is very smart, she can master everything, guitar... is no exception. This is the first time she really likes something, and it is also the first time she really started I learned things with my heart. But... the sky is not what I want.

When she was 15 years old, she signed up for a competition with a classmate in the same class, and the prize money for the champion was less than 3 yuan after tax.She wasn't for the bonus, but that classmate was.They went to and from get out of class together and practiced the piano together. The two were praised by the teacher as geniuses, and their strengths were comparable, but in the end...the champion was hers.

Xixi, she will never forget the way that classmate looked at her when he held the runner-up trophy and prize, complaining and even hating.I have almost forgotten what she said after stepping down, but the general meaning is, why is the girl number one?Obviously she is not bad, but since the girl is only here to test the waters, why can't she be allowed to win the championship?That's probably it.

Xixi, the girl once sincerely regarded this classmate as a friend, but why did she part ways just because of a competition, because who was the first?

Maybe she really needed that bonus.She could only comfort herself like this.Hee Hee, that was the first time she had doubts about herself.Although there are people around who dislike or even envy her excellence, there are still many people who are friendly to her.

She had never seen such eyes, nor had she seen such a pair of eyes full of resentment.Is it really a mistake for a person to be too good?

Later, she locked the piano into a cabinet, and never touched it again. "

At this point, Yan Qing's voice disappeared, and my already frowning brows twisted into the word Chuan.

"Ayan, is it you?" I asked, but my tone was full of affirmation.

After being stunned for a moment, I saw Yan Qing nodded lightly, "Zi Sang heard that people only knew that I suddenly gave up after learning the guitar for a while, and thought I was just not interested. But the real reason... ..they don't know"

"But" I bowed my head in silence for a while, suppressed the anger in my eyes, and when I looked up again, only my love for her remained, "It's not Ayan's fault."

It wasn't Ayan's fault at all, why should I blame her for other people's failures, she is also my treasure in my heart!

During the silence, I looked up at Yan Qing, and found that her eyes were full of tenderness.

"My Ayan is the best!" I snorted softly, took away the guitar from Yan Qing's arms, and lay on her lap, showing off triumphantly.

"Oh, silly~ But....thank you, Xixi"

The sun is setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun hits our side faces, reflecting the smiles in our eyes, and the picture is gentle and peaceful.

As night fell, the sound of the piano in the house pierced through, mixed with my singing.

Cooperating with Yan Qing, I looked at the person in front of me, she was so outstanding and beautiful.This is the person I like, and also my hidden treasure in my heart!

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I'm too lazy to build the plot anymore, so I can write whatever comes to mind

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