The perfect game for personalities

The paper full of notes and lyrics was blown to the ground by the wind, Xiang Zimo got up to pick it up, closed the window and picked up the guitar leaning against the wall.

He recalled the new score written in the past few days, and slowly plucked the guitar strings, the melodious sound was intermittent, and after playing it several times, it became a complete section.

He picked up the pen and made a few revisions on the score, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

This is the first complete song he wrote after he came back.

The inspiration for the song comes from Jiang Fei.

The life that was like a pool of stagnant water was finally revived by someone, and he couldn't stop thinking about the people across the wall.

When I thought about it when I was writing the song, there was a soft and complex emotion in my chest, which was hard to describe, so I wrote it into the secret lyrics on the score.

This is a completely different style from his before, but it is very fresh, and it fills his heart with a sense of stability and joy just looking at it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door, he glanced at the watch on the wall, and smiled deeper.

After closing the door of the room where the song was written, he tidied up the messy clothes on the sofa before he walked over and opened the door.

Jiang Fei stood outside the door and called him.

"time to eat."

The light and shadow in the morning had a hazy beauty, and it cast a layer of light on him standing in the dilapidated corridor that couldn't be taken away.

Now he has no scruples in front of Xiang Zimo, he is still wearing pajamas, the collarbone of the collar of the pajamas is sunken into a beautiful arc, and his dark eyes are still a little bit sleepy when he looks over.

Xiang Zimo said kindly, closed the door behind his back, rubbed his slightly curled hair seemingly unintentionally, and followed him to the opposite side.

After breakfast, Jiang Fei went to the house to change clothes. When he came out, he had already changed into his school uniform and carried his schoolbag. He looked refreshed, handsome and beautiful, really like a troubled little prince who should be pampered.

Xiang Zimo went home and took the car keys, then went downstairs to start the motorcycle.

Jiang Fei put on his helmet, sat in the back seat of him, and grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands.

Sensing that the people behind him were getting closer, Xiang Zimo glanced back imperceptibly.

The sudden sound of the engine and the sudden start of the motorcycle startled Jiang Fei. He subconsciously grabbed his clothes, swayed back and slammed into Xiang Zimo's back.

He wanted to step back a little and sit still, but the speed of the car didn't give him a chance, so he had to lean on Xiang Zimo's back in silence, and he didn't see Xiang Zimo hiding under the helmet with a smug smile.

After seeing Jiang Fei off, Xiang Zimo went to the bar.

Before the bar opened during the day, He Xue personally accompanied him to drink.

Seeing that Xiang Zimo took out the cigarette case but didn't smoke it, she just stroked it restrainedly, she couldn't help asking in surprise.

"You are..."

"Quit smoking."

Xiang Zimo's casual answer made He Xue's eyes widen in surprise, and she said with joy.

"Why did you suddenly decide to quit smoking?"

Xiang Zimo paused, remembering the first time he drove Jiang Fei to school on a motorcycle, with a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Fei was suppressing a low cough.

He didn't say anything, and tried to cover his mouth to prevent Xiang Zimo from noticing, but Xiang Zimo heard it.

Jiang Fei doesn't like the smell of smoke.

He lowered his eyes and said casually.

"It's nothing, I just don't want to smoke."

He Xue could see that he must have something to say, and the reason for quitting smoking seemed to be related to his neighbor kid, so she couldn't help thinking in her heart that she was right at the beginning, that Jiang Fei was really the one who would change Xiang Zimo.

Now Xiang Zimo is no longer as depressed as he was some time ago, and he is no longer cynical. He even quit smoking and doesn't even drink much alcohol.

She hastened to continue asking.

"Then are you still coming back to sing? I haven't found a suitable resident singer here, why don't you come back and try?"

Hearing this, Xiang Zimo was silent and did not answer immediately.

He Xue had been paying attention to his expression all the time, she changed her mind and said deliberately.

"Zimo, you are not young now, if you meet someone you like, you should think about starting a family, but if you have been living in such a muddle-headed way, how can you give the other party a sense of security?"

"Don't you want the person you like to feel at ease by your side?"

I don't know which sentence moved Xiang Zimo, his expression changed slightly, and his brows were frowned, as if he was really thinking about He Xue's words.

After a while, his fingertips stroked the wine glass, and he finally let go.

"In a few days, wait until I finish writing a new song."

He Xue, who hadn't heard him write a new song for a long time, her eyes lit up, and she agreed happily.

"Okay, whenever you want to come, there will always be your place here."

Xiang Zimo couldn't help laughing at the unreserved words, and clinked glasses with her.

"Thanks."

There is only one week left to usher in the last basketball game of the summer vacation. Jiang Fei has been busy preparing for the exam these days and did not go to find Qiao Ge, so he went to the gymnasium during lunch.

"You should be very busy recently, so I won't come to see you."

Qiao Ge had just finished training and came out after washing in the lounge of the basketball hall.

He changed into a basketball uniform, with long hands and feet, and strong muscles. His hair, which had just been washed and hadn't been dried, hung down, looking a little softer than when he was wearing a headband.

Hearing Jiang Fei's words, although he felt a little bit reluctant, he still nodded and said with a smile.

"See you on the pitch."

Jiang Fei also laughed, and punched him.

"it is good."

After watching Jiang Fei leave, Qiao Ge hurried back to the dressing room to wipe his head with a towel, while looking for the hair tie that he put in before washing.

But the strange thing is, how can not find.

The hairband was given to him by Jiang Fei, and his name was embroidered on it. He always cherished it with admiration.

He couldn't find it in the locker room, so he ran anxiously to search the washing place, and asked the team members passing by, but no one said he had seen it.

How can something disappear out of nowhere?

And who is coveting the gift Jiang Fei gave him?

Qiao Ge stood in front of the locker room, touching the only remaining wristband, his brows were tightened, and his face gradually became gloomy.

On the way back to the classroom, Jiang Fei saw a few students without school uniforms hurrying past with documents, and knew from their conversation that these were people who were going to study abroad and came back to go through the formalities.

He didn't care and continued to walk to the classroom.

After school in the afternoon, as soon as he walked out of the school gate, he saw Xiang Zimo waiting outside.

Xiang Zimo still wears her hair tied up and wears glasses, but today she rarely changed into a slim-fitting dress. She wore a sleeveless black vest on her upper body, a helmet buckled between her elbows, a pair of black jeans on her lower body, and a pair of clean shoes. sneakers.

He is tall and thin, with a very different temperament, and today he brought the kitten here and held it in his palm.

When he leaned on the motorcycle quietly and looked at the school gate, he looked like someone who came out of a cartoon.

Although he would show up on time every day during this period, there would still be restless discussions and different gazes every time.

Jiang Fei walked over, put on the helmet obediently, and Xiang Zimo stuffed the kitten into his arms.

He quickly caught it, lowered his head and stroked the kitten's head, rubbed it twice, and then unconsciously showed a loving smile.

He didn't look up, so he didn't know that Xiang Zimo looked at him exactly the same way.

When he sat in the back seat and was about to leave the school, Jiang Fei suddenly felt a certain stare from the crowd was particularly strong, so strong that he couldn't ignore it, his scalp tingled as if he was being stared at.

He frowned, suddenly remembering the students he saw in school today.

Students studying abroad go back to school to complete the formalities, so He Qian is also back?

Having not seen He Qian for such a long time, Jiang Fei almost suspected that he had made a mistake at the beginning, and that He Qian was just an NPC in the spiritual world.

But now he suddenly appeared again...

Before he could think clearly, the motorcycle had already started the engine and left the school gate.

On the way home, they turned to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Jiang Fei carried it carefully in front, and Xiang Zimo followed leisurely behind, responsible for carrying the vegetable bag.

Behind him, he could only see the back of Jiang Fei's neck, and the kitten clutched his shoulder tightly, wrapping it around like a scarf.

Maybe it was a little itchy, and the small white and greasy back of the neck shrank, timidly, hooked Xiang Zimo's hand suddenly felt itchy, and wanted to pinch it.

In this noisy vegetable market, he and Jiang Fei counted the daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and suddenly felt that life should be so ordinary and beautiful.

It would be better if it could continue like this.

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the corridor, and Jiang Fei went upstairs with his schoolbag on his back. As soon as he stepped on the steps, he saw the voice control light in the corridor turned on.

He looked up in surprise, and couldn't help but say.

"The lights in the corridor have been changed."

The lights here have always been broken. He bought a flashlight for lighting before, but then he lost the flashlight and never bought a new one.

Xiang Zimo, who was a few steps behind, stared at his back, smiled lowly, and said casually.

"Now you won't fall again."

A few days ago, Jiang Fei stepped on a step in the dark corridor and scratched his skin a bit. Although it was nothing serious, there was no guarantee that he would not fall and sprain his ankle in the future.

Now that the lights in the corridor have finally returned to normal, he is naturally happy.

"Of course not, the corridor is so bright now."

Xiang Zimo followed him upstairs, staring at his slender back without blinking, thinking gently.

Yes, if it is so bright, he can secretly look at Jiang Fei for a long time.