Do you understand Euclid today?

Hearing Lin Qianshu mention his Guqin, Lao Lin frowned, and hummed like a child: "You still have the nerve to play the Guqin?"

"Who said back then that you have to study hard, and let me clean up all the distracting things?" Lao Lin taunted Lin Qianshu strangely.

Who said who to go to.Lin Qianshu touched his neck guiltily: "I was ignorant at that time, so don't care about it like I do."

"It's done," Lao Lin replied with a sigh, not intending to dig through old accounts with his son half a world away, "Your violin and your little gadgets are stored in the study for you, right under the first bookcase when you enter the door. "

Lin Qianshu said "Thank you, Dad", and greeted Ms. Ming by the way, and confirmed that the two of them would stay abroad for at least a month before hanging up the video.

The noise in the video was gone, and the room was instantly quiet again.

Lin Qianshu turned his head to look at the corridor. From Jiang Yizhi's room, there was a faint warm yellow light pouring in between their bedrooms.

But no one has spoken in the room for a long time.

Lin Qianshu hesitated for a moment, then went to Jiang Yizhi's door and knocked on his door, stood by the door and said to him, "Well... Although I have lost my memory, I don't think I meant to hide from you that I can play the guqin It's about..." The more he said, the more he felt guilty, and his voice became softer: "The big deal is that after I get back the piano, I will play it for you for three days and three nights."

There was no response from the room, Lin Qianshu stood quietly at the door and waited for a while before returning to his bedroom with complicated emotions.

Before going to bed, Lin Qianshu opened the reading app as usual and flipped through "I Want to Like You Today". The author has been off for a full month. A reader gave a negative score the day before yesterday, condemning the author for not filling in the holes. Bad habit: "I wrote about the graduation ceremony before I went to the exam last month. I finally came back after the exam and planned to catch up. Why are you still at the graduation ceremony? What's the matter, youth is not old, we won't break up?"

Lin Qianshu didn't like this reader's bad temper - what if something really happened to the author?

His way of supporting the author was to silently throw him a few more thunders. On the Overlord vote list, user 142321 firmly occupied the first place on the list.

However, this "I" is indeed somewhat similar to Lin Qianshu on a certain level. For example, Lin Qianshu remembers that "I" also gave up something he liked for a long time for Euclid.He followed his memory to Chapter 39, and after a glance at the beginning, he knew he had found the right one.

At the end of the mid-term exam, under the leadership of Euclid who won the first place in the grade, our whole class beat the brother class by an overwhelming advantage.

In order to celebrate such a rare good result, with the permission of the head teacher, we held a mountain climbing outing.

As a major contributor to this exam, Euclid agreed to participate in a class group activity almost at the invitation of the whole class.If he goes, then of course I will too.

The location of the event is set in a forest park on the outskirts of the city.On Sunday morning, everyone rode their bicycles to gather at the gate of the park. I didn’t know when Euclid would leave, so I had to get up early and wait at the gate of the school to see if he would pass by.Twenty minutes later, the first person who arrived at the park gate told me that Euclid hadn't come to school at all, and he went up the mountain by himself.

I was a little disappointed, but I also knew that I was too cowardly.

At least next time I want to do something with him, I should say it directly.

I went up the mountain with the last batch of classmates who arrived at the foot of the mountain, and went to the gathering place where we had a picnic and barbecue.Before arriving at the destination, I saw the smoke rising from the kitchen all the way. Moving forward, the students who had already arrived crowded into a lively group, laughing and grabbing the freshly baked food.

In that crowded crowd, I could only see Euclid clearly.

That day Euclid was wearing a dark green plaid shirt with the cuffs rolled up, exposing slightly muscular forearms.He stood in front of the stove and lowered his head to fiddle with the skewers on it. The black smoke that floated up did not damage his cool demeanor at all.

The classmate next to him looked a little embarrassed, approached him and said a few words, he stopped his hands and listened carefully, with a serious expression.

I stood alone in the corner and watched him secretly. Someone saw me in a daze here, so I made an excuse that I was tired after climbing the mountain.

God knows it's just because he looks the best from this angle.

Euclid talked with his classmates for a while, and the classmates left.He continued to lower his head to fiddle with the skewers, and somehow suddenly raised his head to look at me, and he caught me before I could look away.He seemed to hook the corners of his lips, but he didn't seem to.

Then, I saw him open his mouth and mouthed to me, "Come here."

Inexplicably obediently, I stepped forward and walked towards him.

A few bunches of shiitake mushrooms and half a root of corn were grilled on the stove, and the burnt smell irritated my nose and taste buds from afar, and the smell became bigger and bigger as I got closer.So I walked to his side with great difficulty and swallowed inexplicably.

The sound of "gudong" was so loud that I dare not recall it myself.

I closed my eyes and racked my brains to find an excuse to avoid embarrassment. When I opened my eyes again, there were a few bunches of enlarged shiitake mushrooms in front of me.

"Do you want to eat?" Euclid held up the grilled shiitake mushrooms and looked at me for a moment.

I took the shiitake mushrooms again with a blank mind, and said "eat" dully.

"Yeah." Euclid nodded, and found a few strings of fresh food from the food bag next to him, and put them on the stove again to bake.

When he wasn't talking to me, I didn't know what to talk to him about, but I couldn't bear to walk away, so I could only stand by the stove with the skewers in my hand, watching him roast the food while eating.After finally finishing those few bunches of shiitake mushrooms, the food on the stove is ready again.So Euclid handed the freshly baked food to my hand again, my brain became hot, and I continued to eat for no reason.

Probably because my appearance of getting something for nothing was too blatant, and after a while, some classmates came over and despised my laziness: "He bakes a skewer, you eat a skewer, you young master is quite nourishing. You are so greedy for grilled skewers." ah?"

I thought to myself that I was wronged too much. I am not greedy for skewers. I am greedy for the skewers.

After they were full, the bored middle school students started to play games.The squad leader proposed to play truth or dare. Although everyone said they hated childishness, they still sat in a circle honestly.I glanced at Euclid, and he actually sat down too.I quickly stepped back a few steps in surprise, pretending to see the scenery in front of me, and happened to sit next to him.

After the first three rounds of innocuous problems, the Coke bottle turned to Euclid's direction.

The girl corresponding to him looked a little excited. She looked around at the two friends, and it seemed that they had discussed the issue before playing the game.She cleared her throat and looked at Euclid with bright eyes: "What is your ideal type?"

Listening to the girl's question, my heart also rose to my throat.

Euclid seemed to be surprised by the girl's question, he put his hand on his knee, and tapped twice unconsciously.

I thought he wouldn't answer the question, but he actually did.

"We can talk." I heard Euclid answer.

During the rest of the outing, I kept thinking about Euclid's so-called "communicable" standard—how can I be considered as a person who can chat with him?I can't figure it out, I think he doesn't seem to like talking to other people.

Until I was about to go home, a boy came to him with a math workbook. Seeing him bowing his head and solving the problem seriously, I finally understood where to start my chat with Euclid.

He likes mathematics.Although I don't like mathematics, I can study mathematics well for him.

For a person who has never experienced it seriously since he came into contact with mathematics, it is very difficult to learn it well.But for the sake of Euclid, I am willing to give it a try.

When I got home, I locked all the games on the table and my favorite guitar into the cabinet in the study, and put the math books and exercise books neatly on the desk. ——If I have any regrets about liking Euclid today, most of them are related to the previous liking that I locked up.At least the current Euclid doesn't know that I can play the guitar.

But this is my own determination, and has nothing to do with liking Euclid.In fact, he still doesn't know what I'm doing behind my back so far.He always thought that I somehow got through Ren Du's second vein one day, and suddenly started to like mathematics.

What the hell, haha.

Lin Qianshu's eyes were sore from watching, especially the sad "haha" at the end, it seemed that "I" was laughing at myself, and it also seemed that "I" realized that liking should not be related to so many messy factors in the end.

Fortunately, "I" and Euclid are still friends in the story.Lin Qianshu thought, or he would die.

With the recovery of Lin Qianshu's problem-solving ability and the approaching of the club's acceptance activities, Lin Qianshu's high school audition activities came to an end for the time being. He took a leave of absence in the morning and planned to go home and move the Guqin to school.

After a night of precipitation, Jiang Yizhi's mood seemed to have recovered, at least when Lin Qianshu woke up early, what he saw was the "nanny Mr. Jiang" who had taken care of everything silently.

"Let's go together in the morning." Jiang Yizhi put the steamed bun in front of Lin Qianshu and said to him.

Lin Qianshu took it naturally, and pushed the poured vinegar dish to Jiang Yizhi: "Okay." He remembered the "I" who hid the guitar in the novel last night, and hadn't played a song for the person he liked for so many years , raised his head in a strange way and said to Jiang Yizhi: "What music do you like to listen to? How about I go and learn two now?"

Jiang Yizhi's hand on the edge of the bowl froze.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Lin Qianshu: "There's no need to learn."

"As long as it's played by you, it's fine."

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