i see your calling

When Lian Yan woke up the next day, Xu Mei had already left the house. Lian Yan had a casual breakfast. She was very sleepy in class today. It grows so fast that I can barely stretch my legs, and I feel uncomfortable anywhere.

After the last class, Wan Hao entered the classroom, knocked on the table, and the whole class fell silent.

"Let's practice the song later, everyone read the sheet music first, and we will disband after half an hour," Wan Hao said, "I asked a senior from high school to help me. He learns musical instruments, and by the way, I will guide you. Everyone, when he comes back to the stage, he will also be in charge of the accompaniment—everyone, get ready."

Lian Yan yawned, and suddenly heard the front door open.

The boy walked in. The boy was wearing the junior high school uniform, the most common blue and white.The school uniform of No. [-] Middle School is not pretty, but it can barely catch the eye.

Lian Yan didn't go to school here before, but a school specially prepared for deaf-mute people. The teaching resources are not good, and the environment is also bad. It was Shen Yiming who sponsored him before he transferred to No. [-] Middle School - there are elementary school, junior high school and The high schools are all top schools in City A.

He walked up to Wan Hao, said something in a low voice, then turned to the class, and said with a smile: "Hi everyone, I am Shen Pingge from Class 3 ([-]) of Senior High. Nice to meet you all."

A few years later, Lian Yan wanted to write down the first feeling of meeting Shen Pingge countless times, but in the end she could only describe it with blank words.what does he remember ——The memory is also a little fuzzy, I only remember that Shen Pingge’s eyes were very clear and clean at that time, as if there was the spring breeze in April in his eyes, and his voice was also very nice —— Lian Yan just wanted to listen to his every word quietly syllable.

At this time, Lian Yan was still sleepy, he rubbed his temples earnestly, then raised his eyes, Shen Pingge happened to look over, Lian Yan blinked, but before he could react, Shen Pingge smiled.

"..."

Lian Yan was stunned.

Song practice started soon. First, there was a queue. Lian Yan was short and she was in the first row to the left. Wan Hao looked at it and was not satisfied. He pointed to Lian Yan and said, "Go to the middle."

It was unbelievable to let a dumb person participate in the school song competition, but this time he was allowed to stand in the center. Finally, someone raised a question for Lian Yan. It was a chubby boy named Su Tai.

"Why is Lian Yan standing there?" Su Tai asked.

"If you look like Lian Yan, you'll stand here too," Wan Hao replied casually, pushing Lian Yan into the middle. Lian Yan looked up at the head teacher's chin, thinking a little flattered.

Is it because of...the appearance?

The song is "It's No Difference", it's just an ordinary chorus with the accompaniment, it's not difficult, just add a little gesture.

After queuing up, Wan Hao waved his hand again: "Okay, Lian Yan, go to the side and do your homework."

The excitement suddenly quieted down.

"..."

Everyone looked at Lian Yan again in unison, Lian Yan's fair face flushed suddenly, he clenched the corner of his school uniform in embarrassment, wishing to bury himself in the ground, he stood against everyone's Looking out of the team, they were almost on the same hands and feet, sitting on the side, pretending to be calm and taking out homework.

There was a buzzing in his head, Lian Yan couldn't think at all, he just felt uncomfortable and embarrassed.

The song was playing, and Lian Yan turned her eyes to the music score next to her, and saw a line of lyrics.

"Because we're not different / When it's dark we look up at the same starry sky"

This suddenly made Lian Yan a little irritable. He really wanted to knead the lyrics into a ball in front of the teacher, smash the lyrics on the ground as if venting his anger, and slam the door to leave. It is best to let them know that Lian Yan doesn't like it. In this way - he is different from them!Not without differences.

But he just kept shaking his hands, then folded the lyrics into small pieces, threw them in his schoolbag, and started to do his homework as if resigned to his fate.

After an unknown amount of time, a shadow suddenly fell beside her, Lian Yan subconsciously looked over, but saw Shen Pingge's side face.

The young man's face was very smooth, from the jawline to the neck, forming an arc. Shen Pingge clasped his hands and said with a smile, "Isn't it boring?"

It's amazing, just now Lian Yan desperately wanted to leave, but this time the fire in the pool was extinguished, there was still some smoke left, and there was still a piece of ice in the center of the pool, which was cool.

Lian Yan suddenly became nervous, opened her mouth, and pointed to her throat.

"I know," Shen Pingge said, "it doesn't matter, as long as you can write it down."

Lian Yan tore the paper, he was a little annoyed by his ugly handwriting, and he was afraid that if he wrote slowly, Shen Pingge would be anxious—but when he was about to finish writing, Wan Hao called Shen Pingge away.

"Pingge, go and see if the team on the left is out of tune?"

So Shen Pingge passed by.

Lian Yan was a little disappointed, tore up the piece of paper, took another piece of paper, and wrote slowly, stroke by stroke.

- is kind of boring.

cross out.

- ok , what do you think

Too deliberate, cross it out.

15-year-old Lian Yan was a little at a loss for the simple idea of ​​"wanting to make friends with Shen Pingge", and couldn't find a suitable wording after repeated attempts.

When Shen Pingge sat down again, Lian Yan pursed her lips and pushed the note over.

- I didn't feel bored, which was good.

Shen Pingge realized that Lian Yan was answering the question he asked 10 minutes ago, a little funny, and said, "Do you still remember this question?"

Lian Yan looked at him a little helplessly, not knowing what he did wrong, he clasped his fingertips uneasily, and he heard Shen Pingge say: "Your name is Lian Yan, right?"

Lian Yan was dumbfounded at first, then nodded vigorously, and pushed another note.

- My name is Lian Yan, hello.

This is the note written by Lian Yan just now - in fact, he still has several notes in his hand.

"Ah..." Shen Pingge looked at the note, "The writing is beautiful."

Another note was rolled out.

-Thanks.

Shen Pingge couldn't find a topic for a while, so he said "Oh" and said, "My name is Shen Pingge."

-The name sounds nice.

Another note, seamlessly connected to the previous note.

Shen Pingge laughed out loud this time, and he said, "Do you know which words it is?"

Lian Yan looked at him in a daze, and shook her head obediently.

It was getting dark, and with the silver and white lights on, the black red at dusk and the pure white formed a contrast, all of which were reflected in Lian Yan's pupils—his eyes were already beautiful, but at this time they looked like a little demon, with thick eyelashes. Twinkle.

People will always be more tolerant of beautiful things.

Lian Yan just wanted to apologize, but Shen Pingge said, "Hold out your hand."

Lian Yan stretched out his hand, and Shen Pingge moved forward. He stretched out his hand and wrote slowly on the texture of his palm. It was very itchy. Lian Yan withdrew his hand subconsciously, waiting for him to react to the action Afterwards, her face turned pale, and she looked at Shen Pingge anxiously.

Shen Pingge was not angry, and said, "Is it too itchy with your nails?"

Lian Yan pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand this time, and Shen Pingge said: "Then use your fingertips and this place won't be very itchy, try it."

He lowered his eyes and wrote slowly, this time Lian Yan didn't withdraw his hand, it wasn't very itchy anymore, but this feeling was too novel, a little numb, and a little jumpy, as if it was directly transmitted to the heart, and the beating became faster.

Flat—first a horizontal line, and at the end, draw it down with your fingertips.

Grid - the beginning is also a horizontal line, and the end is also a horizontal line.

"It's these two words," Shen Pingge said with a smile, "Do you remember?"

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