silent you

For the key classes of senior three in key middle schools, the art performances prepared for New Year's Day defaulted to the simpler, less time-consuming, and less energy-consuming, the better.

I don't know who knew it, and who told the class teacher that Jiang Pei not only sings well, but also plays the guitar, and he is so handsome. Standing on the stage, he is a proper high-cold campus male god.

It is impossible not to explode at the scene.

In short, it was a hype, and he had to do it.

The homeroom teacher was very excited on the spot, and then came to Jiang Pei to confirm, thinking that if it was true, he must use all kinds of rhetoric and methods to force him with emotion, reason, power, and profit promise.

After Jiang Pei listened, he was silent for a moment, and admitted with a deadpan face—singing, playing guitar, performing on stage?don't go.

His reaction was as expected, the head teacher raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying kindly that he is of course a good teacher who respects the wishes of the students, and if Jiang Pei really doesn't want to go, he won't force him.

Jiang Pei was still expressionless, standing upright: "Then I will..."

The class teacher interrupted with a smile: "That is, if there is no decent program in the class, we will have no face to participate in the art show, right? Your math teacher complained to me yesterday that there are several G math test papers saved in the computer. , I don’t have time to tell you what to do..."

Jiang Pei's eyes were cold.

He is not afraid of doing math papers.

At this time, the head teacher also remembered that he was arrogant about the math scores of the whole grade, and continued without changing his expression: "Your Chinese teacher heard that she also had a dozen composition topics that you didn't ask you to write—do you think it's a plea for guilt?" What about the topic 'Necessity'?"

Jiang Pei stared coldly at the head teacher's face without speaking.

The teacher in charge was calm and composed, and let him look at it - he is not very young, but his aura is quite strong, and he can hold the stage - the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he is.

——I will choose what song to sing.

Jiang Pei compromised with a sullen face.

The program of their class was decided like this.

Gu Xia didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Surprised, delighted, flustered, uneasy... Anyway, it's a mess.

He knew that Jiang Pei was excellent.

This person is so cold, so cool, and his personality is not that good, but this can't cover up the radiance of him at all - the love letters that he will receive every now and then are the best proof.

As the person closest to him in the whole school, he has hidden unspeakable thoughts in his heart, and he has been chasing him silently so far with his own strength, but he is still far away in the sky, standing still, with a heart of stone.

Now he has to step onto the stage that he will never be able to touch, and show his charm and beauty in front of the whole school more and more.

But he couldn't even stand under the stage and say cheers.

Jiang Pei should be shining, but how can he remain indifferent - when that person is getting farther and farther away from him.

After Jiang Pei finished saying that, he lowered his head again and circled all his mistakes in the notebook.

The red pen is bright and dazzling.It was like a blatant mockery.

Gu Xia's side face was calm, his back was facing Jiang Pei and he was lying on the table, his eyes were covered with mist.

Jiang Pei, wait for me.

"Guxia." He heard Jiang Pei's deep voice behind him.

Gu Xia buried his wet and reddish eyes in his sleeves, and turned to look at him nonchalantly——Finished?

I will be worthy of him.he thought.

I will definitely be worthy of him.

As a provincial key middle school, even the stage facilities, lighting and sound equipment in the auditorium of Guxia School are professional grade.

Usually there are various performances held here.

When the three grades took turns to hold the New Year's Day performance here, the dancing lights were even brighter, and the singing and sketches were flying together.

One can imagine how brilliant Jiang Pei will be when he is about to take the stage.

He will not do things that he is not sure of doing well.

What's more, Gu Xia deliberately stopped him and asked - what do you want to sing?Are you ready?nervous?

Jiang Pei just glanced at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and easily pushed him back to his seat, and casually said: "Go and solve the problem." Then he went to put on makeup.

Gu Xia stared blankly at his back.

Height and long legs.Broad shoulders and narrow waist.Serene and steady.

No one dared to ask except him.

Just like that, lip-syncing on the platform is fine.

Gu Xia lay down on the table in a daze, buried her face, and closed her eyes.

solve problems.

What problem to solve.

I just want to understand you.

When the monitor came over and organized the students to go to the auditorium, Gu Xia never saw Jiang Pei again.

And in the program list he hastily glanced at just now, Jiang Pei's name is listed, and the order determined by drawing lots in advance is exactly the tenth - under the premise of a total of twenty programs, no previous or no After that, it couldn't have been better.

Gu Xia quietly lowered her eyelashes, forcing herself to abandon distracting thoughts and listen carefully to the host's opening remarks.

He sat in the middle of the front row, facing the stage.

There is an empty seat next to him, which is reserved for Jiang Pei.

Gu Xia listened so intently that he didn't notice the growing commotion starting from the back row of the auditorium and going forward.

Until even the calm male presenter on the stage was startled, and complained half-jokingly: "Girls, be more reserved, and take care of the handsome guy who is not listening to the talk on the stage, anyway, I am your dear senior, give Save face, we'll see the one in the audience later."

Gu Xia raised his head and responded.

He looked blankly at the host - I'm listening.

Thinking again, there is no handsome Jiang Pei.

Someone sat down firmly beside him.

Gu Xia turned her head abruptly, staring at the man with wide eyes.

The brilliant light slid across his fair and delicate face.

In the next moment, it illuminates the handsome and cold facial features of the visitor.

With calm and deep eyes, a tall and straight nose bridge, strong light and dark shadows alternately, he is as cold as ice as before.

Even though Gu Xia was able to make a sound, he also forgot to speak at this time.

He forgot to breathe.

After a while, he stretched out his hand in a daze, and touched Jiang Pei's tense side face lightly.

It's like touching his fragile and sentimental dream.

Jiang Pei tilted his head slightly, grabbed his wrist with his slender fingers, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The voice was low and sweet, as if slowly vibrating from the depths of his solid chest.

Gu Xia didn't speak, subconsciously made a move.

Jiang Pei paused and let go of his hand.

A cold and delicate touch remains on the fingertips.

Jiang Pei waited for his explanation.

Gu Xia didn't express anything, and turned his head extremely calmly.

Jiang Pei frowned even deeper.

When Jiang Pei went backstage to prepare, there was no communication between the two, whether it was in the eyes or in the body.

On the surface, Gu Xia was concentrating, sitting upright, with a calm expression, staring at the stage without blinking.

In fact, my heart was overwhelmed, and I felt lost.

His eyes were sore and stinging, and he refused to look aside.

I'm afraid I can't control my heart and hide my feelings.

Jiang Pei didn't worry about the episode just now.

As soon as the head teacher called, he left without hesitation.

Gu Xia then looked at his back and blinked slowly.

Quietly shed a tear.

The stage ended, the lights were turned on, and the male host came on stage from the side.

With a loud voice and a smile on his face, he praised the school belle hostess for being beautiful and kind, dancing well, and the impromptu choreography is even better.

I don't understand what I heard here.

At an age when he is full of blood and ready to move, he loves this kind of male-female matching and ambiguous heartbeat.

The screams, cheers, and applause from the audience were deafening, and the high dome of the auditorium was almost torn off.

With red eyes, Gu Xia stood up abruptly from her seat and looked towards the side of the stage in disbelief, but her sight was completely blocked by the thick red curtain—Jiang Pei!

The male host's elongated and high-pitched magnetic voice spread throughout the audience—just ask you—period—no—expect—wait—

A wave of loud voices swept towards the young man's thin and thin back.

The shock knocked him down.

expect--

This is the greatest sadness in adolescence.

Falling flowers are intentional and ruthless.

The person standing by your side is not me.

Gu Xia raised his eyes in a trance.

Deep blue like sea water in the light.

The man had deep eyes and a face like snow.

Hopeful.

But not at hand.

……

During Jiang Pei's rehearsal, Gu Xia didn't go.

He is not a literary and art committee member, nor is he a class monitor, so he can only sit obediently in the classroom and study by himself, solving his problems quietly.

He didn't hear the phrase "no problem at all" that the squad leader and the literary and art committee members smiled and said with absolute certainty after they came back.

When Jiang Pei's voice cut into the accompaniment exactly and coincided perfectly with it, his heart trembled.

During the 5-minute song and dance performance, he only stared at Jiang Pei.

Watching him sometimes lower his eyelashes, sometimes show affectionate eyes, sometimes raise his head and frown, and sometimes the corners of his lips are slightly curved, he easily interprets a popular love song in a thousand turns.

When it came to the climax of the chorus, I don't know who started it, almost everyone waved their arms and sang along with him loudly.

Except Guxia.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his heart was deserted and silent.

I don't know how much time passed, and someone around him pushed his shoulders one after another. Gu Xia came back to his senses, looked helplessly at the back row, and gestured to ask—what's wrong?

Before the people in the back row could answer, the boy sitting next to him pulled him up, laughed and pushed him onto the stage, shouting, "Jiang Pei is so smart that he called Gu Xia, this game I'm afraid I'm going to lie down and win..."

Gu Xia slightly staggered two steps, stood on the spot to gather his mind, then raised his eyes, and his eyes calmly swept across the stage - I don't know when there were several groups of people standing on it, and it was vaguely certain from the makeup and clothes that they were all Just had a show.

Except for Jiang Pei, who was empty, everyone else was in pairs. There was a sign next to the male host, with four bold and colorful characters written on it—you guessed it, the female host probably just finished dancing. , his face was a little pale, and he lowered his head slightly, trying to calm down his slightly shortness of breath.

It's game time for halftime.

The hostess was in the same class as them, and was recognized as a school beauty, but the male host was not, but a senior who had graduated two years higher than them. He came back to school to visit the teachers on New Year's Day holiday, but was temporarily arrested to replace the host. It is said that he is also a powerful person.

But no matter how powerful this senior is, I'm afraid he can't guess Gu Xia's special physical condition. Seeing him standing still and refusing to go on stage, he can only think that he is introverted.

The senior turned his body slightly, gave way to the stage thoughtfully, and joked with a smile: "This student hasn't recovered yet, it seems that the performance just now was so exciting, should everyone give some more applause, by the way Also encourage and encourage this classmate—”

Everyone laughed and applauded again.

Very enthusiastic, without stinginess.

Still holding the microphone in his hand, Jiang Pei stood far away on the other side of the stage, his gaze fell on Gu Xia calmly and naturally, and he yelled again into the microphone with a low voice.

——Guxia.

So Xia went up.