Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"What do you think?"

"you."

"what?"

Qiuzhen suspects that something is wrong with his ears?Bi Xia would actually say such a thing, did his zither sound conquer the tablemate, or are they really legendary bosom friends? Can Bi Xia tell from his zither sound that he has a noble character and profound aspirations?

"Why are you learning the violin?"

"Learn if you want to learn, and keep learning."

This is a bit different from what Bi Xia thought, but Qiu Zhen didn't think much about it when he said that.

But Qiuzhen struggled for a while and changed his words: "Actually, I was ignorant and insisted on buying it when I was a child. My mother persuaded me several times, but I didn't listen. Finally, I bought it and sent it to me to learn piano. I have been learning for ten years. , A whole ten years! Finally passed the tenth level."

Bi Xia: "..."

In his opinion, it is not worth spending ten years doing something he doesn't like.Qiu Zhen's attitude towards the violin made him a little confused. He said he hated it, but he could learn it for ten years, said he liked it, and said he could let it go after ten years of learning.

Bi Xia didn't ask him why he bought the violin, Qiu Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, it was actually because the little girl next door had a violin and he wanted to play with her.

This matter seems to be nothing to say, but I feel a little short of breath for some reason, so... let's not talk about it?

There was a competition on Wednesday, and Qiu Zhen was too lazy to spare time to practice the piano, so he simply brought the piano case to the classroom, and took it out to play after class.

At first, the students were still watching, so Qiu Zhen simply took out the peaked cap that had been stuffed in the drawer and put it face down on the table, and started yelling.

"Those who have money will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal market."

"Come, come, come, don't miss it when you pass by, Master Qiu's solo."

"It's not easy to be a performer in Jianghu, don't just look at it, let's talk about you." He took a piano bow and tapped it on Bi Xia's table.

……

Qiu Zhen yelled for a while, and someone threw two coins into the hat. Qiu Zhen looked in that direction and found that it was Lao Ban.

The old class looked at him with interest: "Go on, there are two minutes left before class, don't let me waste money."

Qiuzhen: "..."

This Chinese class started with Qiu Zhen's violin solo and ended with Bi Xia's poetry recitation. The old class made full use of the students' strengths, enriched the class content, and truly made the best use of their talents.

Qiu Zhen has to practice the piano, the others have to continue to practice the chorus, tomorrow is the competition, and tonight is the last practice, and everyone's lyrics are dilapidated.

Qiuzheng’s sheet music was also broken a lot. I asked my classmates to borrow transparent glue to save the sheet music that was about to be torn apart. The sheet music was glued together, but the part that stuck to the paper was also deformed when I pulled the transparent glue. .

So Qiu Zhen paid special attention when sticking one place down. In order not to cause the accident just now, he first pulled out a section of the transparent glue, then bit it off, and took two bites after the bite.

This small piece of transparent glue stuck to the paper accidentally, and Qiu Zhen pulled it casually, and tore off a few notes.

Qiuzheng: ...

He put the transparent glue back again, it was not flattened, it was wrinkled, he patted it twice, and then pasted another layer on it as a reinforcement.

Seeing that the score was getting more and more broken, Bi Xia rarely took the initiative to ask: "Want to help?"

"want!"

Qiu Zhen hurriedly moved the sheet music and transparent glue to his desk, and Bi Xia took out a utility knife and a piece of draft paper and started to work.

At the beginning, the music score only needed to be pasted, but it was in dilapidated condition after Qiu Zhen's hands. Bi Xia simply cut the score page by page, repaired one by one, added a cover and bound it into a book.

Looking at him painstakingly gluing the sheet music together, Qiu Zhen only thought of four words: ingenuity.

He has never been stingy with complimenting his deskmate, but this time, for some reason, his tongue doesn't obey when he speaks.

"It's really virtuous."

Bi Xia raised his head and glanced at him, and Qiu Zhen immediately changed his words: "Slips of words, I mean you are ingenious."

Bi Xia cut off the transparent glue with scissors, and there was a very loud click, as if it fell on Qiu Zhen's heart.

I always feel threatened by my deskmate.

All large-scale events in a middle school require the participation of the student union. In the last class, Bi Xia presided over the student union meeting, and Qiu Zhen carried two chairs to the competition venue by himself and put them away.

Qiu Zhen was a little late when he arrived at the cafeteria, and those who arrived late were not eligible to pick dishes.The third floor is different. There are small stir-fries on the third floor, but it takes time, so the teacher usually goes there more often.

After the student union meeting, everyone booed, and the person who suggested it was talking, but looked at Bi Xia.Bi Xia nodded, and then said: "The third floor, you guys go there first."

Bi Xia was a step behind them, closed the door and went downstairs to the cafeteria to charge the card.

"Hey? What did the president mean just now?"

"He's a treat."

"Third floor, treat? Where are the dozen or so of us?"

"I'm a bit short-sighted. Does his watch and shoes seem to be short of money?"

"There will be good fortune in the coming year."

Zhang Yuxin rolled her eyes: "If you have money, you deserve to treat guests? You have to be shameless, forget it this time, and it will be AA in the future."

Although Bi Xia said to treat guests, everyone still had a sense of propriety, and ordered a dish for each of them politely.

"I charged five hundred."

"The menu is almost full, don't embarrass the master, besides, we can't eat that much at all."

Bi Xia nodded, he just told them that they can do whatever they want, and how to do it is their own business.

Qiu Zhen took the dinner plate and put it on the table, but the chopsticks were not stable and rolled to the ground.

Gee,

He bent down to pick up the chopsticks, choosing between washing the chopsticks and picking up a new pair.He turned back and made a bowl of soup by the way, but when he reached for the chopstick cage, he felt an unexpected touch.

He moved his gaze over and saw a familiar watch, and he grabbed that hand without thinking.

Bi Xia held the dinner plate in his right hand and the chopsticks in his left. When he touched someone, he was grabbed before he could retract his hand.

Looking up, he saw his deskmate smiling at him.

Seeing him alone, Bi Xia sent out an invitation: "Shall we eat together?"

"Okay."

This table is full of members of the society, Qiu Zhen is not at all uncomfortable, his hippie smile quickly gets along with everyone, and everyone feels that he is there, the president seems to have said a few words too much?

That is a few words.

"Sweet and sour pork is good, would you like to try it?"

Qiuzheng didn't put the vegetables in his bowl directly, but asked first, the tablemate seemed to be a bit of a clean freak.

Bi Xia hesitated when he saw the attractive color of the sweet and sour pork tenderloin on Qiu Zhen's chopsticks. He glanced at Qiu Zhen to make sure that he didn't mean to put the sweet and sour pork tenderloin in his bowl.

Is it for him to use chopsticks?But chopsticks are not easy to use at this height, Qiu Zhen seems to want to feed him.

Bi Xia remembered the egg tart from before.

Actually nothing.

Qiu Zhen asked, but Bi Xia didn't respond for a long time, so he thought it was difficult for him to refuse, so he withdrew his hand and prepared to eat by himself.

Bi Xia did a good job of mental construction, leaned forward slightly, but opened his mouth but ate nothing.

Bi Xia: ...

Qiu Zhen didn't expect this development, and hurriedly explained: "Fuck! I didn't mean it, I thought you didn't want it."

As he spoke, he sent the sweet and sour pork back again, and he was closer to Bixia than before, he only needed to open his mouth.

After such a toss, everyone at the table was looking at them, and it seemed strange whether Bi Xia ate or not.

In the end he ate it anyway.

The sweet and sour pork tenderloin is freshly made, but it has been cold after being held in the air for so long.

The sweet and sour taste is still there, very delicious.

Then Qiu Zhen seemed to turn on some strange switch, and Bi Xia didn't pick any food by himself after that.

Others: How do you feel that what you eat is not rice, but dog food?

It's obviously two boys, um, two boys holding hands and feeding.

Dinners in school are the most extravagant. There are more people and more dishes but no more time. A meal will be over within 10 minutes.

Only the ministers from each department came to the meeting this time, and they had to arrange work for the officers when they went back. On the contrary, it was Bi Xia, who had nothing to do next.

"Are you going back to the dormitory?"

"Back."

"Then together?"

"Ah."

When I walked out of the cafeteria, I realized that it was raining outside. The autumn rain was not too heavy, but it was cold.

Qiu Zhen originally rolled up his sleeves and opened his coat, but now he rubbed his arms, put down his sleeves and zipped it up.

"Cold?"

"not cold."

The weather forecast is written on the side of the school bulletin board every day, and Bi Xia wears long sleeves under the school uniform today.

But it will be very hot on the stage during the evening competition, they have to wear summer school uniforms, and now they are coming back to change.

Qiu Zhen didn't know what to do when he came back, Bi Xia had just changed his clothes when he heard a knock on the door.

He went to open the door.

"Done yet?"

"Take an umbrella."

Bi Xia walked to the balcony but found that the umbrella that was neatly folded on the shelf was gone.

His things have always been neatly organized, he was sure that the umbrella was put here, but now it is not there, it can only be taken away by his roommate.

"what happened?"

"fine."

"Where's the umbrella?"

Bi Xia didn't speak, but Qiu Zhen guessed it immediately; "The roommate took it?"

"Ah."

"I probably didn't bring an umbrella, just took it with me... But this is too unkind, who is it?"

Bi Xia didn't speak, Qiu Zhen thought he didn't know, and comforted him: "It's nothing, I should tell you, use mine first."

Qiuzheng's umbrella is a big black umbrella with a long handle. It is more than enough for two boys to walk under the umbrella. The two of them share an umbrella, and the temperature under the umbrella is obviously higher than that of one person.

The game starts at 06:30, and the classes that do not have their turn have to sit down and wait, and there is no time for practice.

They walked directly to the gymnasium, Bi Xia saw his umbrella at the door, it was not folded, and it was thrown on the ground casually.

On rainy days, there are many people coming and going, the floor is covered with mud and water mixture, and the white umbrella is lying pitifully among the messy footprints.

Qiu Zhen put away the umbrella and stuck it in the bucket.Looking back, he saw that his deskmate was holding a dirty umbrella in his hand.He immediately realized: "Is this your umbrella?"

Bi Xia nodded indifferently.

"Fuck, what a fool!"

But it's useless to curse now, let's deal with the umbrella first, Bi Xia seems to like the appearance of this umbrella very much.

Qiuzheng stopped him: "Don't take it yet, I'll wash it for you."

Then regardless of whether Bi Xiale was happy or not, he pulled him to the direction where there were fewer people, and left the gymnasium. Qiu Zhen opened the umbrella in Bi Xia's hand and put it on top of his head.

"It will be clean after a while."

Bi Xia's umbrella was not as big as Qiu Zhen's, and it was a bit cramped for the two of them to stand under the umbrella, let alone Qiu Zhen standing in a very open place for the convenience of turning the umbrella.

Many people came to the gymnasium and saw two boys standing in the middle of the road holding an umbrella from a distance, not knowing what they were doing.

The rain was carried by the wind and drifted obliquely under the umbrella, Qiu Zhen moved his feet so that he could stand on the upper wind.

Bi Xia watched Qiu Zhen's actions, and most of the depression in his heart dissipated.

There is nothing to be angry about, there is never a shortage of badness for no reason in this world, just like some people are good without a reason.