cat writing love poems

In the last week of the school competition, Luo Jia was very busy.

Due to the speech on the stage, Luo Jia was anxious in advance for a whole week.She is timid and not talkative, and she will instinctively be nervous when there are many people.

Even when standing up to introduce myself at the beginning of school, my palms would sweat for a long time. This time, I was still standing on the stage in the school auditorium, facing the school's leading teachers, the auditorium full of audience, and competitors in the background.

The teacher also knew that Luo Jia was introverted, and was afraid that she would not perform well, so she would take her to practice in the borrowed classroom or on the stage in the empty auditorium every day after school.

After practicing for a week, Luo Jia could barely get used to the feeling of standing alone on the stage and looking at the audience, at least her hands would not shake and her legs would not go weak.

Friday afternoon is the game, and at noon, I took advantage of the last time to rehearse.

Standing on the big stage of the school auditorium, looking down, there are rows of densely packed seats, and the feeling of tension still rushes to the forehead.

Fortunately, the result of the practice is not useless, at least after you can bite the bullet and go up, you can pretend to be calm and finish speaking, and your mind is no longer blank.

Luo Jia's lottery was very high, and she was the third to play.

From the time when the host of the opening ceremony finished the procedure to when the first contestant came on stage, Luo Jia was so nervous backstage that she was always in a state of nervous tension.

The phone is held in the hand all the time, and the screen will turn on and off from time to time.

Last night was my little cousin's first show in the competition, and his first show was a big victory. The little cousin was very excited. From last night to now, he has been sending messages, so excited that he can't stop.

As soon as she took out her mobile phone, she saw the message sent to her by her little cousin more than ten minutes ago, talking about how good she was in last night's game, and the coach praised herself.

After replying the message, Luo Jia typed slowly again.

Just typed a team of two words.

Deleted again.

She put down her phone and stood stiffly backstage again, listening to the sound coming from the stage in front.

Xu Wei knew her personality, so she was always beside her to distract her attention, chattering, "Although we are a group to choose the topic together, but the scoring is based on individual ranking, the teacher said that my analysis is not professional enough, I guess I can only Win prizes at school."

Luo Jia pulled her attention back from the trance, and asked in a daze, "Does that mean you won't be able to go to the national competition?"

"Being able to get the name of the school has exceeded my expectations. After all, I plan to focus on participating. When the teacher said that I could get the name of the school, I couldn't help laughing. If I get the ranking, I can add credit."

Seeing that she was still at a loss, Xu Wei counted for her with her fingers, "Think about who the seniors and seniors who have represented Jiangda University in the national competitions are, and who is not a man of character and learning in the school. Except for this competition, They also have their names in other national competitions, and the school’s activities and competitions have also won the first place time and time again. Representing Jiangda University in the national competition, how can it be the turn of us, a small character with no name and no name.”

Luo Jia turned around melancholy, "Yes."

Xu Wei approached and asked, "Do you really want to go to the national competition?"

"Ah."

"No wonder you prepared so seriously... But the national competition is very tricky, and it will not be a speech at that time. The people sitting in the audience are all scholars in the industry. The teacher showed the videos of previous competitions in class before, and the scene was too tense. , The questions are difficult to ask, and you have to answer them immediately, which tests both your professional level and your ability to respond, and I’m sweating just watching the video.”

"..."

"Ah."

After a long time, she said softly: "But there is someone who wants me to win."

His eyes fell on his wrist.

She suddenly thought of the scrunchie that Lu Ziyan took off from her hair that day, and it has been worn on his wrist ever since. She seemed to understand that feeling at this moment.

Xu Wei didn't know, so, "Who is it?"

I haven't heard from Lu Ziyan since this morning.

My little cousin said that if we lose today's game, spring will be over.

Lu Ziyan knew that her match was today, so he sent her a long message in the morning, telling her to calm down and not put too much pressure on herself.

She has read that passage many times, and can even picture his expression and tone in her mind when he said those words.

Just thinking about it once will make you feel much calmer.

In fact, she was so nervous that she was on tenterhooks all day.

But the message back to him was, don't worry about me.

She always maintained a stiff and tense standing posture, standing in the small lounge backstage, listening to the sound from the sound system on the stage in front of her reverberating in the auditorium.

She stared at her wrist in a daze, "A person who gave me courage."

She hoped that his games would also be able to focus on nothing else and go smoothly.

The second person has already appeared on stage, and the time before Luo Jia's appearance is shortened.

She held the phone tightly in her hand.

Sometimes she lowered her head and looked at the empty chat box since the morning, which made her extremely tense.

She couldn't tell where the source of her anxiety was, whether it was about to give a speech in full view, or Lu Ziyan's competition.

At this moment, the screen of the phone suddenly lit up.

She was almost conditioned to look at her phone.

Seeing Lu Ziyan displayed on the screen, the tense nerve suddenly loosened.

He sent a short video over.

Luo Jia clicked on the playback, Lu Ziyan's face appeared on the screen, with dark eyes, a slight smile, gentle and calm.

Just look into his eyes and you will feel calm.

His tone was as usual, and he smiled lightly: "Is Jiajia's match going to start soon? I'm having a meeting with the coach in the morning, and I just finished eating."

He moved closer to look at the camera, and smiled, "Don't be nervous, just do your best."

The voice from the stage in front of her was distant and indistinct. She looked at the pair of gentle eyes on the screen, and only at this moment did she feel the blood flow slowly recovering from her fingertips.

The person in charge hurried over and said, "Student Luo Jia, you are about to play, please follow me."

Xu Wei heard the words and said, "Let me help you get things."

She hurriedly replied to Lu Ziyan, "You too."

Then he handed the phone to Xu Wei, and followed the person in charge to the backstage channel where he played.

Walking up to the stage, it was dark at first glance, with countless faces, like a raging tide, and every gaze made people nervous.

She quietly took a deep breath and stood in her place.

At that moment she suddenly thought.

A long time ago, when she was not yet so introverted and timid, she also participated in many school competitions.

At that time, many people in the audience applauded for her wonderful performance, but no one applauded because of her.

Parents are busy.

Even parent-teacher conferences are seldom attended.

She went home with awards and rarely received compliments.

At this time, there was also no one applauding for her in the audience, but it seemed that she felt that she was blessed.

Good luck doesn't favor fools, and I wish you the same.

Must have good luck.

"Congratulations to Jiang Nan and Luo Jia for getting the top five, and congratulations to Xu Wei, No.8, cheers——"

A grilled fish shop on campus.

The glass window by the window showed the toasts of several people at a table. After the game, the teacher took them out for dinner.

It was raining outside the window, streaks of rain streaked across the glass window, and the falling raindrops reflected the night outside.

The weather was gloomy all day, and there were occasional drops of rain in the afternoon. When I came out of the auditorium, it was already raining.

Fortunately, it was not a heavy rainstorm, but the rain was fine, but if you stood for a while, you would still get wet. In the cool spring, the air dropped a few degrees.

Compared with the damp and cold outside, the barbecue restaurant is full of heat.

It took a long time to eat this meal, from more than six o'clock to now, it was already more than nine o'clock, and the last drink was finished, and then I started to go back one after another.

After leaving the door of the barbecue restaurant, the cold air in front of the head made people shiver.

Xu Wei would go home on weekends. As soon as Friday was over, Xu Wei took a taxi back to her home when she left the house. Before leaving, she said goodbye to Luo Jia.

The rain has not diminished, and the rain is thin, like countless silver threads falling from the sky.

The phone ran out of battery a long time ago, Luo Jia shrank her neck and ran all the way towards the dormitory, the cold air lingered around her, her face was freezing cold.

After running all the way back to the dormitory, she charged her phone, trembling, went to get a change of clothes and take a shower.

After drying my hair and changing into clean clothes, I felt the coldness disappear.

When I put the hair dryer back in the cabinet, I heard a humming sound.

Luo Jia quickly lowered her head, and saw that her mobile phone displayed a WeChat call, she hurriedly put the hair dryer away, and swiped open the lock screen.

The voice showed that it was not Lu Ziyan.

It's the moon.

She was stunned for a moment, then picked up.

Before speaking, the familiar voice of the moon came from the mobile phone, but it was different from the bluffing in memory.

His tone was weak and anxious, "Sister, where are you now?"

"I'm in the dormitory." Luo Jia added in a dazed manner, "The school dormitory."

"Then have you seen Lu Ziyan?"

"Ah?" Luo Jia suddenly had a premonition, "No. Has he come to my school?"

"That's what he said before he left."

Luo Jia looked outside at the continuous rain, the night was dark, and the rain cast a layer of chill on the whole city, icy cold from beginning to end.

She hurriedly said goodbye and hung up the phone.

It was called to Lu Ziyan.

While waiting for Lu Ziyan to connect, she quickly took off the pajamas she had changed and found clean clothes to put on.

The coat was twisted and twisted on the body casually.

The phone was never connected.

She hurriedly put on her shoes, put the bag she had just put on her back, locked the door in a hurry and went downstairs.

It was past ten o'clock, and it was time to lock the door of the dormitory in a few minutes. She hurried out before locking the door.

The phone was never connected.

Along the way, she carefully identified the familiar figure in the dim light that was already late at night.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, and the raindrops fell into the artificial lake of the school, leaving a dense and crisp sound.

She raised her head and glanced in the direction of the artificial lake. After this glance, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

The street lamps on the school road are dim yellow, and their reflections on the wet ground are like pieces of paint smeared under the feet, pattering and reflecting the picture in front of them.

The rain is not getting smaller, the rain is fine and dense, and it is dense and fragile under the street lamps that are already late at night.

She held on to the umbrella that she hurriedly took out when she went out, listening to countless stitches falling on the umbrella above her head, fine and detailed, converging along the umbrella ribs to form streams of water, dripping down in front of her like teardrops .

Lu Ziyan was standing opposite.

With his back to her, he stood on the bridge in the middle of the artificial lake, leaning against the bridge railing in front of him, and in the distance were the distant lights of the city, colorful, and the ends of his hair were blown in the wind.

In the darkness where the lights were far away, he seemed to almost blend into the night rain.

The rain outside the umbrella became more and more dense, and the whole city was drenched. Luo Jia walked behind him, his hair and clothes were already wet, and her eyes were sour for no reason.

He didn't seem to notice.

"Lu Ziyan."

The figure in front of him paused and turned back slowly.

The lights of the city in the distance are far away and bright, passing by from time to time in the night, his eyes are only dark for a moment, and then he still smiles gently, and his tone is as usual: "Is it over? I thought you would wait a while before finishing your work .”

He went to check his cell phone and saw several missed calls from her.

His brows and eyes are still smiling gently, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time, did I make you anxious?"

His hair and clothes were wet, and his skin was pale, even to the naked eye, it could be seen that it was cold.

Luo Jia raised the umbrella high to cover the rain above his head, and couldn't help feeling even more sad: "Why did you come out without an umbrella?"

"It wasn't raining when I came here." The corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled gently as usual, slightly hooking his head to adapt to the height of her umbrella, "I would have brought an umbrella if I knew it."

"You can find a place where you can hide from the rain and wait for me."

She continued to expose his whitewash.

But he always had a reason to hide his pain.

The pain of clearly wanting to see her but not wanting to be noticed by her.

He was about to go on, "I..."

Luo Jia stretched out her arms to hug him, holding the umbrella in her right hand, she could only hug him with one hand, interrupting his whitewashing: "The door of the dormitory is closed, I can't go back."

"so."

She pressed against his chest, hiding her sadness, "You want to accompany me tonight."