Chasing Summer

"Chi Yao is going to perform on stage?" Chen Lin asked as soon as she entered the class in the morning, as if expecting someone to refute the rumors, "Is it true?"

Lin Zhexia was handing in her homework, broke her fantasy, and said, "...really."

Since Lin Zhexia said it was true, it must be true.

Chen Lin couldn't believe it: "It's actually true, I thought they were just imagining it."

Tang Shuxuan interrupted: "However, Chi Yao has such a bad reputation, why do so many people pay attention to him?"

As a former star chaser, Chen Lin put it bluntly: "Black fans are also fans."

"..."

During class break, Lin Zhexia took the watch from Lao Xu.

She saw Class 1 of Senior 2 in the Senior 2 group.

On the program schedule, it was written in black and white: Class 1, Grade 2, playing and singing the program songs. Performing members, Chi Yao, Xu Ting.

Lin Zhexia held the watch, unconsciously replaying the words that made her feel delusional last night in her mind.

-"…You want to see?"

So he was in because of her?

…

like someone.

It seems that he can't help but expect that he will like himself too.

But if this person is Chi Yao, she doesn't even dare to look forward to it.

Lin Zhexia threw out the thoughts that shouldn't be in his head, thinking that he probably just didn't want Xu Ting to bother him any more.

After school, Lin Zhexia went to class one to look for Chi Yao, and Xu Ting was pulling Chi Yao to discuss the program: "We still have half an hour, come in and wait."

Lin Zhexia went in, hoping to find an empty seat a little away from them.

But while Chi Yao was listening to Xu Ting's words, he raised his hand and pulled out the empty seat next to him.

It would be too deliberate for her to avoid it now.

So Lin Zhexia unloaded her schoolbag and sat down beside Chi Yao.

Lin Zhexia explained: "I'm afraid to disturb your discussion."

Xu Ting was still talking about his plan on the opposite side, Chi Yao said flatly: "It's okay, I didn't really want to hear it."

"..."

Lin Zhexia took out her homework and planned to take advantage of this time to do some homework.

She was doing her homework next to Chi Yao, as if she was sitting at the same table as him.

This feeling is very strange.

Sitting next to Chi Yao in a classroom that is both unfamiliar and familiar, the distance between the two of them is within reach of just moving their elbows.

Chi Yao noticed that she was not writing for a long time, ignored Xu Ting, leaned back, and asked her: "What's the matter."

Without even thinking about it, Lin Zhexia said what was in her heart: "We are like this, we seem to be at the same table."

It seems a little strange to say this.

So she said again: "I just suddenly remembered that we haven't been tablemates before."

Although she is very familiar with Chi Yao, but honestly, she has never been at the same table.

She transferred to elementary school, so she could only sit in the spare time, and Chi Yao didn't come to school very much at that time.

The two were not in the same school in junior high school, and they were assigned to classes far apart in high school because of the gap in grades.

With his hands in his pockets, Chi Yao casually accepted her words from other angles: "It's really your regret that you haven't been at the same table with me."

"..."

"When I think about this, I feel that it's a blessing in misfortune," Lin Zhexia wrote a 'solution' next to the math problem, and retorted, "Otherwise, I might lose many years of my life, and maybe I won't be able to live until now."

At this time, Xu Ting interrupted them: "Are any of you listening to me?"

Lin Zhexia: "Remove the 'men', and I won't be on stage with you. It seems that there is no need to listen to you."

Xu Ting: "..."

Xu Ting: "Has your class selected poems yet?"

Lin Zhexia did a lot of things this day, and perfectly carried out Lao Xu's plan: "I have chosen it, and the physical education class has been scheduled in one class today, and I can go on stage directly next month."

"..."

Xu Ting was speechless for a moment.

After speaking, Lin Zhexia began to solve the problem seriously.

When she finished counting a few questions and looked up, she found that Xu Ting had left at some point.

The teenager sitting next to her put one hand on the desk and looked at her with his head in a loose posture. I don't know how long I have been waiting for her to finish writing.

Seeing her looking up, Chi Yao casually said, "... finished writing, at the same table?"

It was as if the two had really become tablemates.

Lin Zhexia wasn't too embarrassed to answer the question, and said, "When did Xu Ting leave?"

"Ten minutes ago."

"Oh," Lin Zhexia said, "Then have you finished discussing it?"

"Almost, I chose a song."

"I see that playing and singing are also written on the list. Can he play an instrument? Do you play alone, or do you both have to play?"

After Lin Zhexia finished speaking, she got the answer by observing Chi Yao's unusually cold expression: "It seems that they are playing together."

"Guitar," Chi Yao pressed his temple while speaking, "You have to learn it now."

Xu Ting wanted to be handsome on stage, so it was completely expected that he would choose the guitar.

But Chi Yao plays the guitar...

Chi Yao finally said: "My friend He Yang has some spare ones, I can ask him to borrow them on weekends."

weekend.

Lin Zhexia also went to He Yang's friend's house to join in the fun.

The road is still bleak and the temperature is still a bit low.

She was wearing a coat, and she was embarrassed to enter the door. After they borrowed it, she looked curiously at the piano bag in Chi Yao's hand: "Don't you have to learn, why don't you let someone teach you by the way."

He Yang interjected: "You have to understand the meaning of idleness. Idleness means that you don't have the willpower to stick to it after you buy it. So my friend, he won't either."

Lin Zhexia: "..."

He Yang: "However, my friend said that the score of the song they chose is fairly simple, just switching back and forth with a few basic chords."

Lin Zhexia: "It's so simple, he can't do it?"

He Yang: "... lacks a bit of talent. The difficulty of seeing with the eyes is different from playing with the hands."

Lin Zhexia wanted to say "I don't know if Chi Yao has talent", but before she said that, she glanced at Chi Yao's hand.

Just relying on these hands that dominated He Yang's circle of friends on Qixi Festival.

It shouldn't be too difficult to learn.

Several people walked towards Nanxiang Street.

Chi Yao wore a black sweater today. Because he was tall and thin, the sweater on his body looked a little thin. He was carrying a guitar bag on one shoulder. Walking on the street, he looked like the kind who would squat on the side of the street in the middle of the night with his face sticking to his face. Delinquent boy wearing a Band-Aid.

"Stay away from me." Lin Zhexia said suddenly.

Chi Yao's eyelids slightly lifted.

"You don't look like us right now."

Chi Yao: "Oh, then where do I look like?"

Lin Zhexia said: "Like the group who didn't study well."

"..."

Chi Yao seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to her, Lin Zhexia sneaked a few glances at him again, when she retracted her eyes, her eyes fell across the street.

Across the street there was a group of people gathered near the compound.

Five or six, the age distribution is not concentrated, between their twenties and thirties, with cigarettes in their mouths.

They don't look like residents in the community, they have been wandering outside.

One of the men in a black coat and a blue striped shirt frowned, his eyes were erratic, as if he was looking for someone.

Lin Zhexia recalled what Lin He mentioned at the dinner table, "there are a group of people near the community". She thought it would be the same as the unemployed people she met when she was a child, but she didn't expect that this group of people didn't look like She thought so, so she looked at the group of people a few more times.

Perhaps it was her scrutinizing eyes that invisibly attracted the other party's attention, and the erratic eyes of the man in the striped shirt suddenly focused on them.

Although they are no longer the brats they were when they were young.

And in broad daylight, people come and go on the road, so nothing will happen.

Lin Zhexia still avoided the eyes of the group of people, pretended not to see, and quickened his pace: "Let's go quickly."

Lin Zhexia doesn't need to worry about the program of her own class, all her attention is on Chi Yao's program.

Seeing that the school celebration is getting closer and closer.

She couldn't help asking Chi Yao on WeChat: How is your training going?

Chi: almost

Lin Zhexia couldn't help worrying: You haven't learned it before, can you learn it in a month?

Chi:?

Chi Yao didn't say a single word for the question mark, but he succinctly expressed the meaning of "you dare to question me".

Lin Zhexia thought of the homework of the labor skills class before, as well as the scarf, and many, many things that she couldn't learn, but Chi Yao did it in the end.

Xin said that he should have learned almost the same.

But she still typed habitually: Don't be brave, be your best...

She paused here, her fingers stopped on the screen, and then continued typing after a while: As your best brother, I will definitely not laugh at you.

Chi Yao only replied two words.

-come over

Lin Zhexia: What come here.

-my home

- let's see if i have learned

…

Lin Zhexia hesitated for a while looking at the phone, the desire to check it overcame other emotions.

A few minutes later, she stood in front of Chi Yao's house: "Excuse me, the clapping audience you ordered has arrived."

Chi Yao stood at the door: "When will I order the audience to clap their hands."

Lin Zhexia: "If you don't want it, you can unsubscribe."

"..."

In the end, Chi Yao didn't say much, and turned to let her into the room.

Lin Zhexia was sitting in the living room, and saw the log-colored guitar standing by the wall, Chi Yao's house was fully heated, so he was wearing a very thin shirt at home today, and casually put on a pair of homely pants.

Even though the shirt didn't look very well-behaved on him, it formed a strange contrast with his face.

"I am ready."

Lin Zhexia hugged the pillow and sat upright, "Get ready to be shocked by your amazing piano skills."

"You might as well prepare something else." Chi Yao said.

"?"

"It's the kind of eight-hundred-character review. I'll check it tomorrow."

"..."

Lin Zhexia suddenly remembered the small composition during military training.

She slowed down and said, "I think it's better not to be too vain in being a human being. It's not a good habit to like to read small essays."

Chi Yao glanced at her, said nothing more, rolled up the wide shirt cuffs and folded them a few times, then picked up the guitar leaning against the wall with one hand.

When Chi Yao's hand pressed the chord, it was similar to what she had imagined. The crossing was very easy, but the knuckles were tense due to the force. After he pressed it, he swept his right hand from top to bottom.

The clean and neat sound of the piano poured out.

It was just the two of them in the room.

The afternoon sun was very gentle, shining in through the half-covered curtains.

Lin Zhexia watched the young man's slender fingers change jerkyly, and heard simple chord sounds.

This scene was so personal that she had an illusion in a trance.

It seems that it is only played for her alone.

Like, learning this just to play for her now.

After the delusion, she regretted a little, regretting that she helped Xu Ting persuade him to take the stage.

Because she found out.

She became petty.

She was so stingy that she wanted to hide Chi Yao at this moment.

Become a scene that only she can see and only exists in her memory.

After it was over, Chi Yao raised his eyes to look at her and reminded: "This audience, did you forget something?"

Lin Zhexia came back to his senses and applauded him exaggeratedly: "This song should only exist in the sky."

"I didn't expect that not only did you study well, but your attainment in music and art was far beyond ordinary people."

"..."

Lin Zhexia racked her brains, exhausted all her life's knowledge, boasted for a long time, and then asked casually: "Speaking of which, didn't you not come to the stage? Why did you agree?"

After a while, Chi Yao made a sound, but when answering her, his voice was lowered a bit: "...what did you say?"

These three ordinary words made the atmosphere weird.

Lin Zhexia felt inexplicably restrained, and hugged the pillow in her hand even tighter.

"I..." she said, "how would I know."

Against the light outside the window, Chi Yao put one hand on the guitar and the other hanging down. His Adam's apple moved slightly, as if swallowing the real reason with difficulty.

When he raised his eyes again, he had that look of needing a beating again.

He finally said lightly: "Because—you're right, for a person like me, not being on stage is really a loss."

"...?"