Years of love

Yin Chen froze for a moment, then stared at the girl in front of him: "No."

The three people next to him looked at Yin Chen in unison again.

The girl smiled stiffly, a little embarrassed, and a little blush appeared on her fair face: "You are still the same."

"Little skinny man, who is this?" Gu Fan elbowed Yin Chen's arm: "Your friend?"

"Junior high school classmate." Yin Chen frowned: "Not very familiar."

The girl was a little depressed when she heard this, and her eyebrows and eyes drooped.Yin Chen looked at her, didn't say anything, and walked directly to the rehearsal hall without looking back.

"Are you from our class?" Gu Fan was a little embarrassed. He was the most sympathetic among the four, especially when girls were disappointed and embarrassed.

"Well, my name is Jiang Ning, and I'm in the same class as you, too..." Jiang Ning whispered, "Yin Chen's junior high school classmate."

Yan Qi glanced at her: "What do you want to say to him?"

"I..." Jiang Ning's shoulders drooped: "No, I just saw him a little excited. I thought he would go abroad after suffering such a big blow."

"Strike?" Yan Qi's expression turned cold: "What blow?"

Gu Fan and Xie Yi suddenly became very serious when they heard this.

"Didn't he tell you?" Jiang Ning seemed to be hesitating whether he should talk about Yin Chen. After hesitating for a while, he said very cryptically: "He was dismissed by the school before."

"Ah?" Gu Fan was stunned: "Why? The little skinny man is so nice, so he was persuaded to leave?"

"Needless to say the reason." Yan Qichong was still struggling with Jiang Ning, waving his hands and said, "I know, and I hope you can help Yin Chen keep it a secret, and don't tell anyone else."

"That's for sure." Jiang Ning did not speak loudly, but pronounced his words very hard: "Yin Chen is very talented, he was framed."

"Framed?" Gu Fan helped his forehead: "I really can't understand a single word."

"Thank you." Xie Yichong smiled at Jiang Ning: "We all know."

Jiang Ning looked at the three of them, heaved a sigh of relief for a while, and returned to his sister.

"What do you know? Am I the only one who doesn't know?" Gu Fan asked a little angrily.

"It's just you acting like an idiot." Xie Yi said, and he took a look at Yan Qi: "Find a suitable time and ask Yin Chen, if he doesn't want to talk, that's fine."

"En." Yan Qi replied thoughtfully.

There were a lot of top students in high school, and because of rehearsals, Yan Qi couldn't coordinate his studies. Except for his English score, which was always the first in his class, he only ranked in the top five in other subjects.

Yan Qi had to use the time after the lights were turned off at night to study crazy. He was really afraid that Zhou Luo would once again have the idea of ​​sending him abroad because of his partiality.

Fortunately, Teacher Qi also followed them from the junior high school to the senior high school, and he is still their head teacher. He knows exactly where Yan Qi's shortcomings are and how to make up for them. Under his supervision and guidance, Yan Qi's The total score quickly rose to the top three in the class.

In the previous two monthly exams, Yan Qi did not show the report card to Zhou Luo. Although Zhou Luo asked him, Yan Qi prevaricated them.With a satisfactory result this time, the previous two times can have enough confidence to pass.

Yan Qi ran directly to the president's office on the second floor, and many people greeted him along the way. Although Yan Qi didn't recognize him, he still responded politely and patiently.He stood at the door of Zhou Luo's office, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open without even knocking.

He regretted a little that he hadn't knocked.

Zhou Xun was holding a new batch of books printed by Yuan Li and talking to Jin Yan. Jin Yan stared at Zhou Luo and smiled from time to time. Jin Yan.

For a moment, the stimulation brought to Yan Qi by this kind of picture caused some emotions that had been suppressed for a long time to turn up in his heart. As he grows older, the things he perceives become more and more sensitive. Yan Qi seems to have underestimated himself. With a lot of patience, he instinctively began to resist the people around Zhou Luo.

Seeing that the sound of the door opening didn't interrupt the three of them chatting, Yan Qi turned around and left without looking back.

"Big handsome guy." A familiar voice sounded from Yan Qi's right side, and he knew it was Tan Yingying without looking.

Yan Qi smiled at her, very perfunctory, so perfunctory that even Tan Yingying felt embarrassed.

"The president is inside, why don't you go in?" Tan Yingying asked.

"Don't bother me anymore." Yan Qi said without any expression before leaving.

"President!" Tan Yingying stood at the door and yelled at the people in the room: "Your brother is here to look for you!"

When Yan Qi heard this, he had no choice but to stand still, and sighed depressingly.

"Yan Qi, why didn't you call me?" Zhou Luo hurried to the door, first waved Tan Yingying away, and then said softly to Yan Qi.

"I opened the door and went in and saw you guys chatting." Yan Qi tilted his head: "It was a very happy chat..."

Zhou Luo let out a "puchi" laugh: "Jin Yan learned from the editor to make a new book list for this year's bookstore. Uncle is praising her, and I just listen to it."

"Is it necessary to stand so close?" Yan Qi blurted out the words, closed his eyes after speaking, and began to regret.

"What?" Zhou Luo asked with a smile, and paused for a long time before replying, "I don't even know how to reply to you."

"I..." Yan Qi clenched his back teeth, only to realize that what he was holding was his report card for the past three months, and he slapped Zhou Luo on the chest: "Go and sign, I'll take it away. "

Zhou Luo was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and took a few glances, and the corners of his mouth raised up a little bit: "The grades are improving so fast?"

Yan Qi didn't speak, but turned his head to one side.

Zhou Luo walked back to the office, put the grades into the file folder, stuffed them all into the bag, and said to Zhou Xun and Jin Yan, "I'm off work first, take Yan Qi home."

Before Zhou Xun and Jin Yan could react, Zhou Luo had already stepped out of the room, grabbed Yan Qi's arm and ran downstairs quickly.

"Are you going back to school today?" Zhou Luo sat in the car with the ignition on, stepped on the accelerator and turned to ask Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded: "Pay the accommodation fee..."

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo raised his hand to stop him quickly, and said with a smile, "Don't be childish with me, I only said that angry thing once, how long do you have to remember it?"

Yan Qi hissed, frowning and silent.

"Cheng Ye gave me two tickets for the concert, which were given by Chen Ze's client. They don't have time to go, so let me take you to listen." After Zhou Luo finished speaking, he took out the tickets from the storage slot on the side of the door and handed them to him. Yan Qi: "Although it's a symphony, I don't play with you in the same category. It's rare for me to want to relax. If you're okay, come with me?"

Yan Qi's chest collapsed quickly, and he leaned on the seat looking very tired. Holding these two tickets, he couldn't restrain his excitement, but for some reason, he felt that staying with Zhou Luo would always will make him feel tired.

He needs a lot of energy to restrain himself, from head to toe.

"Huh?" Zhou Luo looked at him.

"What?" Yan Qi looked out the window.

"Ask you." Zhou Luo smiled.

"Do you think I have the strength to refuse you?" Yan Qi said, "You know I want to stay with you."

Zhou Luo continued to drive. Since it was the evening rush hour, there were a lot of cars on the road, so he had to pull himself together and didn't talk to Yan Qi again. He just raised his right hand and bent his index finger to swipe the bridge of his nose.

After Zhou Luo parked the car in the special parking lot of the concert hall, the two of them simply stuffed something into the bun shop next to it.Zhou Luo was worried that Yan Qi would be hungry for a while, and wanted to buy him a bottle of soy milk, but Yan Qi refused.

"It's impossible for such a high-end concert hall to allow you to bring in soy milk." Yan Qi laughed: "Others will laugh at you."

"I don't care if others laugh or not." Zhou Luo put the soy milk back: "You are laughing. You don't say anything during the meal, and you are bored."

When Yan Qi heard this, he became silent again, Zhou Luo had no choice but to put his arms around his shoulders, and the two walked towards the concert hall side by side.

When he walked to the entrance of the concert hall, Yan Qi stood motionless in front of the red carpet on the steps. Zhou Luo stretched his hands back, and the arm that was holding Yan Qi was almost numb. He took a step back before Ask: "What's wrong?"

"Why are they all wearing suits?" Yan Qi frowned and said, "Is this a very high-end place?"

"No." Zhou Luo replied with a smile: "Some people like to wear more formal clothes for such occasions."

"But most people are dressed very formally." Yan Qi looked down at his school uniform, thought for a long time before unzipping the zipper, took off his jacket and held it in his hand: "Let me also dress formally."

Zhou Luo saw that Yan Qi was wearing the extravagant winged jacket that he bought for him from the United States, and his heart warmed up: "Wear it all the time?"

"Well, I'm afraid it will get dirty if I wear it in the school uniform." Yan Qi held Zhou Luo's arm: "Although the school uniform pants are also black, they are still not as good-looking as the matching ones."

"It's okay." Zhou Luo waved his hands disapprovingly: "My brother looks good no matter what he wears."

The entire concert hall is not too big, the space is used very artistically, and the decoration is grand but not extravagant.Huge posters are pasted on the beige wallboards, and five exquisite crystal chandeliers above the head emit a yellow light, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Like the bedside lamp in the bedroom." Yan Qi whispered, "It's the same color."

Zhou Luo lowered his head and couldn't help laughing: "You mean this concert hall is not as good as our bedroom?"

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, because there are too many people here, it's just you and me at home."

Zhou Luo walked to the middle of the eighth row and sat down according to the seat number on the ticket. Yan Qi looked a little uncomfortable after sitting upright.He looked around, then stared at the handle between him and Zhou Luo's seat, and glanced at Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo lifted his hand back knowingly, Yan Qi slightly turned his body and touched Zhou Luo's shoulder.

As soon as Yan Qi met Zhou Luo, he felt a sense of peace of mind. As soon as his body softened, sleepiness crept up along his brows and eyes.He didn't put his right leg under his seat, and when he was stupefied, he accidentally kicked his leg outward. When he felt that he had kicked something hard, Yan Qi suddenly woke up, regained consciousness in two or three seconds, He hurriedly apologized to the person in the seat next to him.

Before Yan Qi saw the man's face clearly, he hurriedly said, "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." The man smiled at Yan Qi with a very gentle tone.

Yan Qi took a sideways look at him, although his gaze didn't stop, he could basically remember the person's appearance after seeing him up close.His hair is a little longer than the short hair of normal men, dark brown, sticking to his neck, with slightly curved ends and a little curly hair.The eyebrows and eyes cannot be seen clearly on the side face, but there are a few fine lines at the corners of the eyes, middle-aged, but the age cannot be determined.

The man's voice was a little low, but not muffled, and his enunciation was clear without an accent.

In fact, Yan Qi just glanced at his appearance, what attracted his attention was not how good-looking this man was, but that he was different from others, he was wearing a wine red suit that was not popular.

The concert started, and the opening was a violin solo. Yan Qi liked the sound of the violin very much. Every time Xie Yi played, his boredom would ease. Now Zhou Luo was sitting next to him, and the sound of the violin seemed to be quite suitable for Yan Qi. It's more useful.

He didn't listen for long, until the end of the flute solo, he was a little sleepy again.

"Brother." Yan Qi yawned, with tears in the corner of his eyes: "I'm sleepy."

"Let me sleep for a while, and I'll call you when it's over." Zhou Luo leaned into his ear and said.

The hot breath hit Yan Qi's ear, and he seemed to suddenly become more energetic: "The music is very nice, I don't want to miss it."

"Then what do you do to wake yourself up?" Zhou Luo asked.

Yan Qi thought for a while: "Let me play with your hand for a while."

Zhou Luo smiled, and generously handed him his right hand.

Yan Qi is very familiar with this hand. Zhou Luo always likes to rub his hair with his right hand when driving, but he has never had the chance to look at it seriously, let alone touch it.

At this moment, his white and slender hands were holding Zhou Luo's, Yan Qi shook his head, feeling a little unbelievable.

He stretched out his left hand to compare the size of Zhou Luo's hand, only to find that Zhou Luo's hand had a joint longer than his. Although Zhou Luo's hand was also very thin, it was still slightly thicker than Yan Qi's finger .

Yan Qi was a little happy and kneaded his fingers one by one, cautiously, as if this hand was made of glass, and there was a danger of it cracking if he exerted too much force.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Luo asked with a smile.

"Give me a massage." Yan Qi said while listening to the music, pinched the five fingers in sequence, and spread this hand on his lap.

Yan Qi stared at it for a long time, then stretched out his index finger and wrote five characters on Zhou Luo's palm.

Brother I like you.

After finishing writing, he quickly opened the palm of his right hand and rubbed it against Zhou Luo's palm, as if he wanted to erase the five words. Button, after all, I was still a little sleepy, and fell asleep leaning on Zhou Luo's shoulder.

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