Take down that Alpha school grass

"Is what your mother said true?"

Along the way, Lin Moci kept pestering Chen Weiwan, insisting on asking the matter clearly.

"You didn't go to self-enrollment, it was to cure the deficiency, and then you can completely mark me...to...to let me pass the inspection of the military academy?"

Chen Weiwan was bored all the way, and finally nodded.

"You only think about me, so what do you do?" Lin Moci squeezed his hand anxiously, "What about your competition results? You were so tired every day last year, and what did you get for the first prize? You are like this Have you voided it?!"

Chen Weiwan touched his head again: "It's okay, it's a small matter."

Lin Moci: "Small things! What is a big thing in your mind?"

Chen Weiwan: "Your business is a big business."

Lin Moci paused. Walking on campus, he slapped Chen Weiwan's hand away in public, and immediately became emotional: "You...why are you doing this, why are you doing this!"

He felt that a ball of cotton was stuffed in his heart, he couldn't move it, he couldn't take it off, and it became more and more chaotic, but he had a strong sense of existence, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

In fact, he should have said "Why are you so good", but what he said was "Why are you like this".

The great kindness that fell down for no reason made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was Chen Weiwan's experience, all of which Chen Weiwan sacrificed for him behind his back.

Chen Weiwan's voice was very low, and he said slowly: "For you."

These words immediately filled Lin Moci with uncomfortable emotions.

"If your mother didn't tell you, you didn't intend to let me know, did you?"

He walked in front, questioning with red eyes, while Chen Weiwan, who was walking behind, lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was the one who made the mistake.

Not even a "huh".

Seeing that Chen Weiwan was silent and pretending to be a gourd, Lin Moci was so angry that he was about to be overturned, his whole body was like a kettle boiling with anger.

In addition to anger, there are also guilt, heartache, countless complex feelings surrounding him, and it's not a pleasant feeling mixed together.

Their posture was too weird. When the students around them passed by, they couldn't help but look sideways, and they passionately discussed in the forum what happened to the most famous young couple on campus today.

"I don't need you to sacrifice like this, I can pass by myself, I can carry it!" Lin Mo said angrily.

His voice is still a little hoarse because of Chen Weiwan's tossing yesterday, Chen Weiwan hurriedly took him by the hand and handed him a piece of candy to moisten his throat.

He bowed his head and said, "I know you don't need it, but just in case. And I'm not completely hopeless... As long as I work harder, I can go to the special recruitment class based on my college entrance examination results."

If you want to rely entirely on grades, only No.1 in each province is possible over the years.

However, there are so many subjects in total, and there are so many variables in the test questions. In addition, Chen Weiwan spent too much time researching the problem-solving methods of the competition, so he was not completely sure.

He is equivalent to overthrowing all the hard work in the past and choosing the most difficult path again.

He said to Lin Moci: "Your military school dream is more important."

Lin Moci retracted his foot on the steps, his legs were still a little weak, Chen Weiwan wanted to carry him on his back, but he gently pushed him away: "I can do it myself."

After walking a few steps, he couldn't hold back, and asked Chen Weiwan with red eyes: "You only think about me... Then what about your dream, what if, what if you can't make it to the special recruitment class .”

Chen Weiwan is still as calm as when he talked about his complicated family environment in the past.

"I don't have a dream, I really can't go, it's okay."

He said as if only "I had breakfast."

Lin Moci was stunned. He suddenly remembered that the special recruitment class was only responsible for Chen Weiwan, and his dream had already been thrown on the junior high school stage by him.

But at the age of teens...he is only at the age when almost everyone talks about the truth and the naive dream...

Lin Moci could hardly control his sadness, so he hugged Chen Weiwan in the crowded corridor.

In fact, he didn't want to lose his temper at all, and he knew he shouldn't lose his temper.

But he was just angry, angry at Chen Weiwan's disrespect for him.

Now all the mournful emotions shrouded in him like a thick fog have receded, and all that is revealed is deep distress.

The so-called anger, in the final analysis, still feels sorry for Chen Weiwan.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Moci stood on a higher step, turned his head and lightly touched Chen Weiwan's gland.

Yesterday they were a little too intense because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so that he didn't even notice that there were many faint scars on Chen Weiwan's glands.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of extraordinary measures would be needed to cure such a serious disease.

In the blink of an eye touched by him, Chen Weiwan recalled the whole summer, when he was confined in the room, he received painful treatments like skinning and bone removal time and time again.

But he looked at Lin Moci's worried eyes, but shook his head firmly: "It doesn't hurt."

Love is like a flood bursting a bank, Lin Moci can no longer hold back the feeling of wanting to hug him.

He was about to hug him, but he suddenly saw Director Yang passing by with his hands behind his back. He was so frightened that his hair exploded, and he withdrew his hand resentfully, choosing to pull Chen Weiwan's arm into the classroom.

Lao Yang then entered the classroom and started chatting with everyone about tomorrow's class performance.

Behind Chen Weiwan, Lin Moci poked lightly on his spine with a pen in boredom, distressed and stuffy, with a gloomy look on his face.

Originally, their class was scheduled for Xu Siwen to play the guitar on stage, together with three other classmates to perform in a band, but suddenly Xu Siwen's susceptibility period was advanced and he couldn't come to the classroom.

No one else in the class could play the guitar, and there was a deadlock.

But Lin Moci suddenly sent a message to Chen Weiwan as if he was interested.

"Wanwan, why don't you go to that cultural festival?"

The cultural festivals of their No. [-] Middle School have always been very famous. Every time, various parents and other people from the society come to the school as if they are visiting the scenery. The annual performances are also held as lively as a music festival.

Lin Moci felt that asking Chen Weiwan to perform was also the last time to try something he really loves before stepping into the society.

But Chen Weiwan directly refused: "I won't go."

Lin Moci couldn't figure it out: "But don't you like playing the guitar very much, and you play it so well, why don't you want to come out and perform?"

Chen Weiwan thought for a while, and replied, "I don't want to be on stage."

He can only do one thing well at a time.

After that time in junior high school, except for Lin Moci, he had never played or sung in front of anyone else.

For him, everything he really loves needs to be protected with all his life, or if he can't get it, he can just peel it off and discard it completely. Otherwise, stepping in casually will only make him feel that that love has been ruined.

It's like a mental cleanliness that can't be cured even if it is cured.

He is naturally in pain, but there is no way to overcome it.

In the end, their class chose a student who played the cello, and mixed with the other three to perform hastily on stage.

Lin Moci lowered his head helplessly, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly looked back at Bai Jianxian with strange eyes.

It was cloudy outside the window, and Chen Weiwan, who was sitting in front of him, was flipping through his phone. Seeing that Lin Moci had stopped sending messages, he planned to go to the normal morning self-study and brush up questions, but for some reason, he was thinking of the name of the song that Lao Yang arranged just now.

He obviously didn't want to be on stage.

but---

But he couldn't help but turn on the software to play the song his class decided to perform, over and over again.

Midsummer Light Year, that is also his favorite song.

......

The cultural festival of the No. [-] Middle School was held in September when the fragrance of sweet osmanthus was everywhere, and the light yellow flowers were dotted on the osmanthus trees layer by layer. The school was covered with colored paper and banners, and small stalls were set up one by one, and the school was crowded. playground.

Some classes even temporarily set up entertainment houses in the activity building, and some have a thrilling theme of horror haunted houses. At the moment of entering the third year of high school, this is undoubtedly the last relaxation for everyone before falling into the sea of ​​problems.

There are many people coming and going in the activity building, and many parents come to play, but the most eye-catching thing in the whole school is the performance in the auditorium.

From time to time, students in performance costumes rushed past, and the applause from the auditorium under the stage became louder and louder.

In such a hustle and bustle, Lin Moci kept receiving messages from Xue Han.

"I was playing at your school's cultural festival, where are you?"

"Don't be late with Chen Wei all the time. I came all the way, so I'll be with you too. Tell me where you are. Why can't I find you?"

"He can't do it, you haven't broken up yet, have you?"

Lin Moci automatically chose to ignore it.

He and Chen Weiwan walked around the school together, and were about to go to the entertainment room, when Bai Jianxian ran over, grabbed Chen Weiwan in a hurry and said, "Squad leader! He Xin in our class is not feeling well, so he can't play The cello is playing, can you save the show?"

Chen Weiwan: "I don't know how to play the cello."

Bai Jianxian stuck for a moment: "Uh... how about you play the piano?"

Chen Weiwan: "Have you prepared the piano yet?"

Bai Jianxian was blocked again, and after struggling for a while, he said, "Why don't you play the guitar?"

Chen Weiwan: "Who told you I could play the guitar?"

Bai Jianxian was almost sweating from his persecution.

He glanced at Lin Moci guilty, and then said: "Yes.. This is.. Uh.. Xiao Linzi told me when he was obsessed with you and peeped at you."

He thought it was a disguised way of praising their relationship, but Chen Weiwan tilted his head instead and asked Lin Moci, "You tell him everything?"

Lin Moci: "..."

He patted Chen Weiwan: "The stage is extremely urgent, don't ask so many questions, hurry up and perform!"

The auditorium next to it suddenly burst into applause. It turned out that the performance of the liberal arts class in Class 3, Senior Three, was over. Several omegas in their class danced Korean dance together. After a hearty song and dance, the audience, which already had many alphas, was immediately excited. , some people almost stood up and applauded.

Everyone is talking about this year's best performance.

Lin Moci grabbed Chen Weiwan's arm: "Go, go."

But Chen Weiwan still said to Bai Jianxian calmly, "Let's find someone else."

He dragged Lin Moci away, and Lin Moci was dragged helplessly to the prefab building by him, and he still refused to give up and said: "Look at this and it won't waste time, why don't you want to go, I...I want to See how you look on stage."

Chen Weiwan dragged him all the way with a sullen face, and finally took him into a quiet corner of the activity building, and explained: "Stage performance is something I have already decided to give up, and if I pick it up again, I will only feel disappointed. "

Lin Moci realized that this was entirely caused by Chen Weiwan's perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"But you... you sing very well... I kind of want to see you perform." He touched his head, "Not in private, but I want to see... sparkling...blingbling you."

Chen Weiwan suddenly laughed at this adjective: "blingbling?"

"Yes..." Lin Moci glanced at a classroom in the middle of the first floor.

It was there, in the physical education class in the first year of high school, through the thin curtains with cherry blossoms floating, he saw Chen Weiwan playing the guitar quietly, and smelled his pheromone for the first time.

Although it seems like a long time to think about it now, he seems to have felt that Chen Weiwan...

I think he is as beautiful as an art painting.

Chen Weiwan followed his gaze and understood his meaning tacitly in an instant.

The auditorium was full of voices, and the students from Class [-] had already entered the stage.

"Wanwan...Actually, have you ever thought about it?" Lin Moci grabbed his sleeve, "Should true love be something you want to do even if you can't do it well?"

Chen Weiwan looked directly at him, as if he was listening to a strange truth that no one had ever said.

"You can't be a musician because you have to choose a different career, but in this world, people who like music, besides this, will also have a hundred or a thousand different predicaments, some because of lack of money, some Because there is no talent, and some have no opportunities." Lin Moci tried his best to hold back a lot of words.

"So I'm...I want to say, if you really like it, shouldn't you be able to grasp a little bit? What's the point of you being so one-size-fits-all?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Chen Weiwan who was in a daze, but felt that he was meddling too much, so he quickly changed his attitude: "I...I didn't mean you were sorry...I actually wanted to..."

There was a lot of noise, but there was silence between them. After a while, Chen Weiwan took him into his arms and pressed his head: "I know, I'm not angry, I'm just surprised. Because no one told me Said this."

The education he has received since he was a child is that anything to be done must be done absolutely perfectly, otherwise he should not do it.

But Lin Moci seemed to have no idea where the weeds grew, and always said many things that surprised him inexplicably.

But they are all simple truths that should be understood.

His cold and desolate life plans, which did not include music at all, were suddenly shaken at this moment.

If you really like it, you should seize every opportunity to perform to sing and play, instead of being a coward and escaping from everything, even though you know that he is eager for any stage.

"Sing." Lin Moci grabbed his hand, "I want to hear it, I want to see Chen Weiwan doing my favorite thing, even if it's only for a few minutes."

It didn't take long, Chen Weiwan suddenly seemed to throw away the steady shell, pulled Lin Moci, ran into the music classroom to get the guitar, and ran towards the auditorium just now.

......

Han Ying followed the crowd, and beside her was Brother Zhang, the bodyguard of the Chen family. She was wearing a mermaid skirt, a small white suit, and sunglasses, and she looked very eye-catching as she walked on the campus of No. [-] Middle School.

She had a cold face, originally she wanted to come to Chen Weiwan after she calmed down, ask him about what happened that day, and help him plan other routes besides the special recruitment class.

But soon, she saw Chen Weiwan at the entrance of the auditorium, holding the guitar on his back, dragging Lin Moci to run backstage.

She quickly stopped Chen Weiwan.

"Xiaowan!" She walked up, looked at the guitar and then at Lin Moci, "How many years? Why did you make the same mistakes as before and play these meaningless things?"

Chen Weiwan seemed a little surprised that she would appear here, but immediately calmed down and said, "Mom, wait until I finish the performance."

In front of Han Ying, he turned around and kissed Lin Moci, then ran away with the guitar in his arms.

Before leaving, he seemed to understand something, and cast a meaningful glance at Brother Zhang.

Brother Zhang: "..."

Han Ying: "..."

Lin Moci was very afraid of facing Chen Weiwan's biological mother, because she looked much more fierce than Chen Weiwan's father, as if she could take out a card in the next second and say "I'll give you 1000 million, leave my son".

Fortunately, she didn't, but she was as quiet as an iceberg. No matter how Lin Moci lowered his head and called "Hi Auntie", he walked into the auditorium dissatisfied no matter how he looked at it.

Lin Moci waited for her to walk in before raising his leg to go to the back row to look, but suddenly a tall boy grabbed his collar. He turned around in a daze, and saw Xue Han, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, who was still smiling. beat.

He touched Lin Moci's hair very familiarly, and said with a smile: "Isn't this with him? You can make it easy for me to find."

Lin Moci took a half step back consciously: "Are you really here to play?"

Xue Han grabbed his arm, bent down and looked at his face: "Why, why don't you show me around your school?"

Lin Moci shook it off for a moment: "I'm not free, I'm watching the show."

"Then I'll watch it with you." Xue Han handed him a bottle of drink in his hand, "For you, it's unopened, let's go."

Lin Moci looked at the drink in his hand, as if thinking about whether it was poisonous or not.

Xue Han explained seriously: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm very simple, I just want to watch the show with you."

These words reminded Lin Moci of someone's "innocent" character design. He had the expression of an old man in the subway looking at his mobile phone: "Do you people with high IQ like to pretend to be innocent?"

Xue Han blinked, pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "Some ghosts are pretending to be pure, but I am really pure."

They walked into the middle of the auditorium and sat down. At the same time, the host on the stage shouted enthusiastically: "Please enjoy the performance brought by Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School—"

For a moment, Lin Moci couldn't help becoming nervous.

Although Chen Weiwan's guitar skills are very high, he doesn't know if the other party can adapt to a song without rehearsing at all.

[The author has something to say: Duck at night

Ps:

Xue Han: I can tell at a glance that Chen Weiwan has ghost glasses]