Chapter 82

His voice was light and slow. When it reached Xia Zhixu's heart, it turned into an extremely sharp alarm bell, which suddenly awakened the cicada who had stopped talking.

Xia Zhixu fiercely released Xu Qichen, and stretched out his hand rigidly to the pillar he had grasped, holding it in a hurry.

"I'm sorry."

Xu Qichen did not speak, only gently shook his head, his face retracted into the neckline of cotton padded clothes.

There was a thin layer of white fog on the window, and the heating in the car baked the two people's cheeks, hot and hot.

Try to cover up their abnormality in front of each other, and go home immediately after saying goodbye in a hurry. At lunch, Xu Qichen received a wechat from Xia Zhixu.

[are you really going to write poetry for her? ]

I said it was not for her to write poems. Xu Qichen bit his chopsticks and replied to the message.

[I didn't agree with her at first, but later she came back and said that she would write the manuscript herself and let me help her change it, so I agreed. ]

as soon as it was sent out, it received a reply from Xia Zhixu.

[that's OK. ]

Xu Qichen could almost make up his small expression of satisfaction when he said this sentence.

In the next few days, when Cen Xi was free, he went to group 4 and asked Xu Qichen to help her revise it. In fact, for Xu Qichen, writing poems for the celebration of the school itself was not very attractive to him. After all, utilitarianism and purposefulness were too strong, and he lost the significance of writing poems. However, he is still very serious and patient to help Cen Xi counsel, from the choice of words and sentences to metaphorical ideas, with all his heart.

Just for this program, Xia Zhixu can't get in any words recently, so he can only sit in the back and watch two people write poems together, and listen to the table beside him.

It's hard.

The program was reported, and the school's audit passed smoothly, waiting for the school performance. After helping to write the poem, Xu Qichen also thinks that the task has been completed and he doesn't care about the program any more. However, people are not as good as heaven. Unexpectedly, the day before the school anniversary, Cen Xi fell ill.

In the evening of self-study, the monitor stood on the platform, "Cen Xisheng is ill, her program tomorrow will certainly not be able to carry out according to the original plan, we still have no talent to perform, the best is not how to rehearse can be directly on the kind."

There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and the situation was urgent. No one dared to come out and pick up the hot potato easily.

My deskmate whispered, "it's directly burned into pneumonia. Now I'm still hanging water in the hospital."

Xu Qichen did not speak, but looked down at the book silently. When his deskmate saw him like this, he did not speak.

"Really not? Well, if you have any ideas, please let me know at any time. I'm in a hurry to report it. Please let me know as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no programs for our class's school anniversary. "

No show

Xu Qichen's NIB poked the page footers, unable to tell what kind of mood he was in.

He did not know that Xia Zhi, Xu CongGang, was staring at his back when he stood up.

I feel like my stool has been pushed and a post it note has been pasted on my neck.

[do you think it's a pity? Your poems can't be performed. ]

Xu Qichen sighed, wrote a line below, reached behind his back and handed the note to Xia Zhixu's desk.

[unfortunately, but not because of this. I just think it's a rare chance to perform on the school day. Maybe our class is the only one in the school without any programs. It's a pity to think about it. ]

Xia Zhixu holds the note and stares at the answer written by Xu Qichen. After staring at it for a long time, he inserts the paper into his Mathematical Olympiad book.

"Monitor!"

Just as the monitor was about to come down from the platform, he suddenly heard someone calling him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Xia Zhixu in the back row of four groups raise his hand and show his two little tiger teeth.

"I want to perform on behalf of our class."

All the people in the class turned their heads and looked at Xia Zhixu. Xia Zhixu leaned back on his chair. His smile, which was originally disguised as calm, became a little embarrassed when he saw Xu Qichen turning back.

Xu Qichen didn't speak. He just looked at him with a slight frown. It was the expression he would make when he was confused.

"Really? Great Monitor seems to grasp the straw, quickly walked to Xia Zhixu's side, "what program are you going to perform? I'll report it to you later. "

"This..." Xia Zhi and Xu hehe laughed twice, "I haven't thought about it yet."

He was telling the truth. Before he thought it out, his hand had been raised.

"Yo, who said before that he would never perform ~" Chen Fang said it was a big deal to watch the excitement. "Monitor, Xia Zhi, Xu Ge sings well and plays guitar."

Xia Zhixu rolled his eyes at him, "monitor, Chen Fang can play drums."

The monitor was relieved and said with a smile, "then you can form a band! Is there anyone else who can play other musical instruments

We all took part in the topic of "the great rescue of class 13's school day performance". Xu Qichen looked at the active students and looked back at Xia Zhixu with a smile.Xia Zhixu said, "what a pity?"

Xu Qichen shook his head with a smile. His eyes covered the indifference in his amber pupils, leaving only warm light.

Looking at his slightly upturned mouth, Xia Zhixu felt that nothing was more worthwhile than this.

He is not a born performer, but for Xu Qichen's sake, he is willing to try.

Another keyboard player, the monitor was very excited, but he remembered a very important thing, "by the way, the audit of this school anniversary is still very strict, can't sing songs about love."

The whole class hissed.

"It's too old-fashioned to be quiet and frugal."

"It's like singing a love song and students will fall in love the next day."

"It's so boring ~"

the monitor clapped his hands, "in order that our class can perform smoothly, let's put up with it a little, otherwise we will have to sit under the stage and watch other classes perform tomorrow night."

The class leader asked, "Zhixu, do you want to sing a good song?"

"Never sing love songs, monitor, you can rest assured."

Chen Fang said with a smile, "I don't really believe what you said."

It's not easy to break in a program temporarily, but fortunately, the last class of the next morning is physical education. With the lunch break, we can practice a few more hours.

"You can go home by yourself later." Xia Zhixu was carrying a black guitar bag, and the band made a big dent on his cotton padded jacket.

Xu Qichen nodded and regretted the next second.

In fact, he can practice with him.

But with what qualifications?

Good friend?

A good friend who goes home together every day?

No matter how fancy the attribute is, the nature of the noun it modifies will not change.

"Then I'll go back myself."

After walking towards the playground, I heard the people behind shouting.

"Do come to see my performance."

The last two sections in the afternoon are politics and class meetings. Xia Zhixu and a few of them didn't come to attend. There must be a lot of pressure to make a temporary show. Besides, it's also a band in Dongping. Xu Qichen is a little worried.

Class meetings have always been self-study, but this time everyone in the class is not interested in learning. After all, half an hour after the class meeting, the school anniversary party will start. This is a rare leisure activity of Jingjian high school with rigorous style of study.

Xu Qichen absentmindedly finished the political teacher's essay, thinking that he could finally go to see the performance without any burden. Primary school children's Day was the first grade in the school.

What songs will they perform?

Xu Qichen fell into thinking.

Xia Zhixu's voice is very pleasant, with both clarity and magnetism. When he talks, he always makes people feel comfortable. Even the most boring math problems are explained by him, there is an opportunity for people to understand.

His ears were filled with the noise in the classroom. He slowly bent down and wanted to lie on the table. The books piled up on the left side of the table accidentally rubbed his cheek, itching.

The scene on the bus not long ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

A match suddenly appeared in his heart. When he was unprepared, it was suddenly polished and ignited, from the chest to the cheek, from the cheek to the earlobe.

Xu Qichen flurried his head to his elbow.

"What's the matter with you?" My deskmate asked with concern.

"Nothing. The heat makes my head a little dizzy."

The lie did not relieve his symptoms.

Finally, after class, Xu Qichen was drowned in the cheerful crowd, surrounded by a group of excited people, and his little happiness was appropriately hidden. As soon as I came out of the classroom, I saw director Wang. What's rare is that director Wang's face was smiling.

However, Xu Qichen did not expect that director Wang stopped him the next second.

"Xu Qichen, come here, come here."

Xu Qichen walked over and had a bad feeling in his heart.

It's not what he imagined standing on one side of the corridor talking, director Wang directly led him to the director's office, still a smile, but let Xu Qichen more and more worried.

"Sit down."

He had to sit on the sofa opposite director Wang hesitantly.

"I heard from Mr. Zhang that you won the first prize in the" gold inkstone Cup "this time. I read your composition, and it's too beautiful to win the prize." Director Wang laughingly gave Xu Qichen a cup of hot water, "a gifted child like you will be the key training object of the liberal arts class in the future."

Xu Qichen took over the water, whispered a thank-you, and glanced at the watch on the wall.

Director Wang exchanged a few greetings and finally got to the point, "well, my son is in junior high school. He is in the middle school attached to the next normal university. Recently, they have a composition competition, which is very important. I just want to ask you to help my son read his composition. I always feel that he writes falsely. I teach physics myself, and I can't help him. It's fast After the exam, the Chinese teachers are busy working out the papers.... "He looked at Xu Qichen, "and you see, your composition just won the prize, so talented, I believe you more than the teacher. Here, I have all his compositions. Tomorrow is the deadline for submission. Please help me to have a look. How's it going? "

Watching director Wang take out a piece of paper from his desk drawer, Xu Qichen's heart completely sank down. The director's words are all about this. How can he refuse?

Another look at the watch.

According to the normal process, the party should have started by now.

The program of class 13 is in the seventh. It should be on stage about an hour after the opening.

Hesitation will only waste more time.

"Director Wang, I'll show you now."

Looking at Xu Qichen without hesitation to take over the manuscript, director Wang was very happy, "come on, you sit at my desk, there is a pen on the desk, you just scratch on it."

Xu Qichen nodded and sat down to look at the composition of the director's son.

As time goes by, maybe the heating in the office is too full, and Xu Qichen's forehead exudes sweat. He lowers his head and carefully helps to consider and revise every word.

The first paragraph.

The second paragraph.

The third paragraph.

Every paragraph was read and changed with great concentration until I felt satisfied.

Finally, Xu Qichen revised the last paragraph. Looking up, fifty minutes later, he covered the cap of the pen and stood up in a hurry, "director, it's changed."

"Oh, thank you so much." Director Wang also stood up from the sofa, "let's go. The director invited you to dinner. What would you like to eat?"

"No, director. I have to go ahead." Xu Qichen bowed in a hurry and ran out of the office in a panic.

The venue of the party is in the auditorium. Xia Zhixu is standing backstage. The makeup artist specially invited by the monitor is helping him with the final finishing before going on stage.

"Is Xu Qichen here?"

Chen Fang shook his head. "I didn't see him. He didn't come."

"Impossible..." Although Xia Zhixu denied it, he didn't have any confidence in his tone.

"Chen Fang, your drum has been put on. You're going to be ready for the stage. "

"Oh! Right now

Chen Fang drags Xia Zhixu, who is in a trance, and another keyboard player. When the light is dark, three people go on the stage.

Xia Zhixu stood in front of Limai and adjusted the guitar on his back to the position in front of him.

At the moment when the light came on, he tried to find Xu Qichen in the audience.

Without him.

He can't tell his current mood clearly. It's probably a very urgent need.

If he can't be satisfied, he would rather tear off his fake smile and leave the stage.

Chen Fang's two hands raised the drumsticks and beat three times rhythmically in mid air.

The song performance officially began.

Xia Zhixu didn't leave here as he thought after all, but compromised in everyone's expectation. His right hand swept over the string, slightly lowered his head, and aimed at the microphone.

"I said to myself timidly, is that it?

I am the sun in your eyes and the sadness in your shadow.

I asked if the world would shine on your time of rest as usual.

suddenly, the closed door of the auditorium was opened and a figure in a hurry appeared at the door.

Xia Zhixu's eyes suddenly brightened.

From a distance, he leaned against the door, gasped and waved to himself.

The people on the stage finally showed a sincere smile.

"You are me, the dream of careful maintenance

I am tired of enjoying the light that no one can replace

I am myself, the sun that breaks when I touch it

I earnestly hope that

I can get faith before it disappears"

Xu Qichen, standing at the highest point, suddenly lost his mind.

He's really like the sun.

At the end of the song, I don't know which class of girls is so bold, even directly holding a bunch of flowers ran up, put the flowers into Xia Zhixu's arms, made him embarrassed, directly missed a word.

The performance ended successfully, and Xu Qichen walked from the side of the auditorium to the backstage.

Xia Zhixu saw his moment, happy to rush up to embrace him, but thought over again, the brain stopped action.

But Xu Qichen came up first. He didn't apologize. Although he was going to do so at the beginning, the first thing he did was to pick a daisy from the bunch of flowers in his arms and look at it in his hand.

Then he inserted it in Xia Zhixu's ear.

Xu Qichen laughs like a child, "offering flowers to Buddha."Xia Zhi Xu was stunned, hesitated and asked, "did you just hear that? Sing How's it going? "

"That sounds good." Xu Qichen nodded sincerely, turned his eyes, stretched out his index finger and poked Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

Xia Zhixu doesn't understand the meaning of his action, and his face is full of doubts.

"Let's see if you'll break at a touch, little sun." Xu Qichen laughed again.

[you are my dream of careful maintenance. ]

[I am the sun that breaks when I touch it. ]

looking at Xu Qichen's innocent smile, Xia Zhixu also raises his mouth.

The make-up artist lifted up his hair to show his heroic eyebrows and eyes. There was a kind of aura between adolescence and adulthood.

He suddenly grasped Xu Qichen's finger and held it firmly in his palm.

"What for?" The smile on Xu Qichen's face froze, revealing a trace of confusion.

Xia Zhixu replied in a low voice, but full of wonderful bewitching power.

"Confiscate the tools of the crime."