Chasing Summer

Lin Zhexia was silent for a moment, and then said not to be outdone, "I'm just talking casually, don't take it too seriously."

"Rainbow farts are unbelievable, don't lose yourself in the flattery."

At the end, Lin Zhexia asked again: "Have you finished playing?"

Chi Yao: "No, there is still a paragraph."

Lin Zhexia: "Then why don't you play it?"

Chi Yao put down the guitar: "I'm lost, I don't want to play anymore."

"..."

Although Chi Yao no longer continues to play, Lin Zhexia is still very interested in this guitar.

She had never touched a musical instrument before.

When I was a child, it was good not to hit anyone with my hands, and it had nothing to do with all the things linked to the words "elegant" and "art".

So after Chi Yao put down the guitar, she was eager to try: "Can I try."

Chi Yao didn't speak, and handed her the guitar.

"Holding like this," Lin Zhexia took the guitar, imitating Chi Yao's movement just now, "Is my posture right?"

Chi Yao commanded: "It's crooked."

Lin Zhexia helped the guitar up: "It's almost like this, and then."

She didn't notice that Chi Yao had already circled behind her while she was speaking.

"Forget it, you probably wouldn't understand after I said it," Chi Yao stood behind the sofa and bent over to get closer, his voice suddenly became closer as he spoke, "...give me your hand."

Lin Zhexia froze for a moment.

Holding the guitar, she saw Chi Yao's hand resting on hers, helping her adjust the position finger by finger.

Sensing that she was distracted, the voice next to her ear "tsk", and then reminded softly: "Don't let go."

Lin Zhexia pressed her fingertips **** the strings, her mind was in a mess.

After all the postures were adjusted, she learned how to strum the strings from him.

But the sound came out stuttering, not fluent, and her speech also stuttered: "...I, maybe, I probably have nothing to do with music in this life."

Chi Yao said that he would go downstairs to throw out the trash, and the two went out together.

Lin Zhexia followed behind him, said "goodbye" after going out, and returned home as if fleeing.

Chi Yao stood at the end of the long road in the community, carrying a garbage bag, and looked away after confirming that she had entered the building safely.

Their building is near the gate of the community.

Looking into the distance, you can see the crowds at the door.

After he finished throwing out the garbage, he looked outside the gate of the community. The group of wandering people hadn't left for more than half a month, but they didn't seem to be there these days.

Amidst countless discussions, the day of the school celebration finally arrived.

On the day of the school celebration, the whole school only had half a day of class.

After the lunch break, all teachers and students were arranged in the auditorium.

A red banner of "Cheng'an No. 2 Middle School Celebration Activities" was hung at the entrance of the auditorium. Flower baskets and red carpets were placed, and it looked very grand.

Everyone has no idea about the school celebration itself, and they look forward to so many days just because they can skip classes and watch programs.

Even among the performers, there is a central figure in the topic.

Different from the pure audience in the audience, those who participated in the show had to go to the backstage of the auditorium to gather before the lunch break.

Lin Zhexia's poetry recitation group consisted of five people, including her, Chen Lin, Tang Shuxuan, and two boys who were usually familiar with sitting behind them.

When they rushed to the backstage, the backstage was crowded with many people.

Some programs require changing clothes, adjusting equipment, and a lot of preparatory work.

"Young Master Lin," Xu Ting had just changed and came out of the fitting room, "Don't you need to change?"

Lin Zhexia held the printed poems: "We wear school uniforms and keep everything simple."

Xu Ting glanced at the paper in her hand and said in admiration, "It's not even a draft, your class is really good."

Lin Zhexia also admired him: "Your clothes are very scheming, so many sequins, are you trying to blind the eyes of the audience?"

Xu Ting attaches great importance to this performance, which can be seen from the beginning when he desperately wanted to bring Chi Yao to the stage together.

He specially bought a set of performance clothes, which looked like an ordinary shirt, but when the lights were turned on, it flickered badly.

"I chose it on purpose." Xu Ting patted the shirt on himself, "Chi Yao and I each have one, mine is white, he is black."

Lin Zhexia was a little surprised: "He is willing to wear it?"

Xu Ting: "... Judging by his expression, he probably doesn't want to."

Lin Zhexia couldn't imagine Chi Yao's appearance after changing into this kind of clothes, and he didn't see him after scanning around the background: "Where are others."

Xu Ting said: "Lao Liu has something to do with him, and he hasn't come yet, so I guess he will have to wait a while."

Lin Zhexia let out an "oh" and continued to prepare for her class's program. Because the program was boring, her class was relatively high in the order of appearance. It was very similar to the day of the speech contest, and I also prepared behind the curtain behind the curtain.

On the stage, the host was testing the sound system, and the voice from the microphone was buzzing.

Chen Lin was on stage for the first time.

She was so nervous: "I feel like my whole body is shaking."

Lin Zhexia went to shake her hand: "Shuxuan and I are here, don't be nervous, and you read well during the rehearsal, so you'll be fine today."

Chen Lin nodded.

After a while, she suddenly said, "I don't seem to be so scared anymore."

Lin Zhexia glanced at her.

Chen Lin said again: "Because I remembered that you didn't dare to go on stage before... I thought it was okay to go on stage at that time, but I didn't expect to be encouraged by you now, so I should be more brave."

Host debugging device ends.

The audience entered the arena in batches, and the school celebration officially began.

After a long time, someone shouted from outside the curtain: "Grade 2 and 7, prepare for poetry recitation—"

Lin Zhexia felt that this scene was very familiar.

On the day of the speech contest, she stood in the same position and listened to similar reminders.

Their class poetry recitation performed very steadily, and it was difficult to come up with problems in this kind of program, just read it according to the script.

After the poetry reading, they descended the side steps and returned to the auditorium.

After Lin Zhexia went down, she touched the pocket of her school uniform: "...ah."

Chen Lin: "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhexia: "I seem to have left my phone in the background."

"Do you want to go back and get it?" Chen Lin suggested.

"I'll ask Old Xu."

After obtaining Lao Xu's consent, Lin Zhexia returned to the background.

There are not as many people in the background as there were at the beginning.

Xu Ting, a scheming boy, is drawing his eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Xu Ting: "How about it, it's okay."

Lin Zhexia: "..."

Xu Ting: "Why don't you speak, Young Master Lin, my eyebrows are fairly symmetrical."

Lin Zhexia was questioned, and said in a muffled voice, "You better stop asking."

"I'm afraid that what comes out of my mouth will hurt you."

Xu Ting: "..."

While talking, the curtain of the fitting room next to her was pulled open.

Lin Zhexia turned her head, facing Chi Yao who came out.

The light from the backstage shone straight down on the black shirt on the young man's body. He didn't wear any other clothes underneath. He was wearing this one. The material was very thin, but fortunately it didn't see through the light, and he looked a bit empty when he walked. , and occasionally vaguely outline the figure.

Due to the lax control of the school today, changing clothes and makeup are allowed.

So Lin Zhexia noticed that he was also wearing earrings.

The silver cross was facing her.

Chi Yao was not used to it: "What kind of ragged clothes did you choose?"

Xu Ting: "Then you take it off, you look better than me, actually I don't really want to be upstaged by you."

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows slightly: "You call this pretty."

Lin Zhexia didn't want to speak at first, but she couldn't help saying what she was thinking in her heart: "I think it's quite beautiful."

By the time she reacted, the voice had fallen.

She added slowly: "I mean, it's okay, I can barely see it."

Chi Yao didn't speak any more.

He didn't say "what kind of ragged clothes" anymore, and didn't mention changing the clothes again.

Maybe because he was uncomfortable in the clothes, or maybe it was for other reasons, he lowered his eyes uncomfortably, raised his hand and gently pulled the loose shirt collar.

At this time, someone shouted outside the curtain: "Class 1, Grade 2 plays and sings, get ready in advance—"

Lin Zhexia realized: "It's your turn."

Xu Ting let out a breath, walked to the curtain and waited for the stage.

Chi Yao picked up the guitar that was placed on the seat.

During the movement, the neckline that was tugged just now suddenly loosened.

He hadn't buttoned his clothes properly, and he was holding a guitar in his hand, so it was inconvenient to handle the collar, so he called Lin Zhexia's name, then stood still in front of her, bent slightly: "Help me button it."

Lin Zhexia was planning to leave after grabbing her mobile phone.

Hearing this sentence suddenly, he stopped in his footsteps.

She looked at the bony collarbone in front of her eyes, and the young man's Adam's apple that moved up and down when he spoke: "Huh?"

"I said," Chi Yao lowered his head to look at her while speaking, and repeated again, "Button it for me."

Lin Zhexia wanted to say, "Can't you ask Xu Ting for help?"

He looked back and forth again, afraid that this reaction would seem too abnormal.

After all, based on the relationship between her and Chi Yao.

Get a collar, it seems nothing.

It's just that she couldn't control her fingers. When she touched the black button, she froze and didn't button it for a long time. And her little finger seemed to brush Chi Yao's collarbone unintentionally.

At this time, the people outside the curtain urged again.

"Class 1, Grade 2—in two minutes, get ready to go on stage."

In the next second, Lin Zhexia finally buttoned the shirt button.

She stepped back hastily: "Okay."

"Come on for the show," she finally said in a more nervous tone than his, "don't, don't be nervous."

Lin Zhexia returned to the auditorium, and Chen Lin asked casually, "Why did it take so long?"

Lin Zhexia said: "I have something to do, I'm delayed."

Chen Lin: "But you came back just in time, and it will be a show for class one soon. Chi Yao and Xu Ting are playing and singing. I wonder if they have learned the guitar?"

Lin Zhexia secretly said in her heart:

She doesn't know how Xu Ting is doing.

But Chi Yao can learn well.

Tang Shuxuan interjected: "Someone in the front row took out a light stick—Chi Yao's popularity is still the same as before, that's an exaggeration."

The entire auditorium was dark except for the lights on the stage.

The glow sticks in the front row look particularly prominent in this case.

After the host said, "I will invite Chi Yao and Xu Ting from Class 1, Senior Two, to bring you a song playing and singing performance. The song they performed is called "Midsummer Night"" and then left.

Although Lin Zhexia had heard Chi Yao play the guitar before, but at that time it was pure accompaniment, and she didn't know the title of the song.

So when the host said the song was called "A Midsummer Night", she froze for a moment.

After the host left the stage, the lights dimmed all of a sudden.

The lights shone on the two people on the stage, especially Xu Ting, whose clothes shone dazzlingly.

But Lin Zhexia still focused all her attention on the person who appeared later—

The moment the boy in the black shirt came out with a guitar in his hand, there was a burst of screams from the audience, and the frantically waving fluorescent sticks seemed to merge into a sea.

Gently sweep the strings, and the sound of the piano is transmitted to various positions in the auditorium through the microphone.

The parts sung by the two are different. In the first half, Xu Ting played and sang, while Chi Yao stood on the sidelines.

But this person is really unreasonable, even if he just stood up, he still distracted too much attention from the audience.

"So that day," Lin Zhexia murmured to himself in a low voice, "...he didn't want to play anymore, because there was only half of the song."

As soon as she finished speaking, part of Xu Ting's performance ended.

There is a long interlude in between.

During this interlude, Chi Yao raised his hand, and at the end of the interlude, he swept a few chords from top to bottom.

The first half of the song is very brisk, and when it comes to Chi Yao, the tune becomes slow and dark.

It's like finally going from "day" to "night".

Chi Yao lowered his eyes, the boyish voice was mixed with the clean and sharp guitar sound.

"I remember the first heartbeat that summer"

"You trespassed unintentionally/Unspeakable"

After Chi Yao sang this line, he raised his eyes and looked at the audience.

"The sky is full of stars reflected in your eyes"

"A Midsummer Night's Wind / Buried Out of Control"

"And I'm stuck/Chasing your time and space"

"..."

Maybe Lin Zhexia thought too much, because she felt that the lyrics seemed to be a grand heart about Midsummer Night.

Chi Yao raised his eyes, as if he was looking for someone in the audience.

Even for a moment.

She actually felt an inexplicable attraction, as if the moment Chi Yao raised his eyes, she and Chi Yao looked at each other through the chaotic crowd.

The stage was chaotic.

No one expected that Chi Yao's playing and singing skills were not bad.

It never occurred to him that a notorious man would stand on the stage and sing a love song.

In addition to some people waving light sticks, many people held up their mobile phones to take pictures.

Lin Zhexia also followed the group, secretly took out her mobile phone and turned on the camera.

…

So many people are taking pictures with their phones.

She sneaked in there, so no one should notice.

There are too many light sources, and the camera can't focus for a while.

After a haze, the picture on the phone screen gradually became clear.

It just happened to focus on the stage, the shining youth on the stage, who was the focus of everyone's attention.

click.

The screen freezes.

Candidly photographing the mood of the person you like is at the moment when you press the shutter, the person on the stage in front of you who is being watched by many people seems to be secretly hidden by her, and belongs to her alone.

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The lyrics are written by me.