The Moon is Coming to Me

Chapter 22

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Before returning to the classroom, Tao Xi went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then wiped off the soup stains on his sleeves with hand sanitizer.

He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, pressed the corners of his eyes with his wet fingers, made sure that his eyes were not red, and then walked to the classroom. Usually no different.

He walked into the classroom with a shopping bag softly, and the setting sun and setting sun lay diagonally on the desk, like a thick layer of late maple frost.

There were more than a dozen people in the classroom, most of whom were buried on desks rushing homework, and no one noticed him coming in, and they didn't look up when they did.

But Tao Xi saw Lin Qinhe, who didn't know when to come back, sitting in the last row, looking up at him in the twilight between orange-red and gray-purple.

Many years later, Tao Xi still remembers that evening, Lin Qinhe looked at him in the twilight, and when he thinks of it, the twilight will faint in the corner of his eyes.

He raised his feet and walked quickly towards the last row, walked to the seat and sat down, and said to Lin Qinhe lightly, "Didn't you go to the meeting? I thought you were not going back to school today."

Lin Qinhe looked into his eyes and said calmly, "I left early."

"It must be boring to hold a meeting." Tao Xi turned his face slightly, he was a little afraid of Lin Qinhe's gaze, as if something would be seen, he paused, and put the bag in his hand on Lin Qinhe's table, Say in a calm tone:

"This is a gift from Yang Duole's father. He didn't come today. Bring it back to him."

Lin Qinhe raised his eyebrows, looked at the shopping bag, and his voice became deeper: "How did you meet Yang Duole's father?"

Tao Xi pursed his lips, he could hear the displeasure in Lin Qinhe's tone, and pretended to say indifferently: "I met him at the gate, and he called Yang Duole and no one answered, so I asked me to help."

Lin Qinhe didn't say anything, and threw the shopping bag into the schoolbag at will, as if it was just a trivial piece of garbage.

Tao Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to recall at all what happened in the evening, the people he met.

He took out the pen, lowered his head and started to write the math paper as usual. He seemed very calm, but at the same time, he seemed to be in a mess. He forgot to read the matter of adding Lin Qinhe's WeChat for a day.

Tao Xi quickly brushed the questions in his hands, trying to make himself forget everything through continuous thinking and calculation, but suddenly heard Lin Qinhe ask: "Tao Xi, what's the matter with you?"

His tone was still indifferent, but he seemed to have understood all his emotions.

Tao Xi paused, looked at Lin Qinhe, smiled and said, "What's up? I'll just do my homework, you don't know yet. During the day, Teacher Zhou arranged three more math papers."

He didn't know that there were still water droplets hanging on his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes were a little red that couldn't be covered by the twilight.

Lin Qinhe looked into his eyes, and Tao Xi looked away with flickering eyes.

Then Lin Qinhe looked at the math paper he was doing and said, "C for the third question, you usually can't be wrong."

Tao Xi was stunned and looked down at the question. It was a very simple question. He didn't even know how he calculated it just now.

"Thank you, I'll change it now." He lowered his head and took out the correction tape from the pencil case in a panic. He felt Lin Qinhe looking at him, which made the movements in his hands even more cluttered and clumsy. Will cover the wrong answer, then pick up the pen and write c.

Then he heard Lin Qinhe say slowly, "I remember that I told you, if you have something to say, you can tell me directly, and I will listen."

Tao Xi held the pen tightly, her eyelashes trembling.

"Tell me, did something happen to you?"

His voice was low, even a little soft, as if to induce him to say something.

Tao Xi's fingers couldn't stop shaking, he clenched the pen tightly, his chest was sore.

But what can he say

Said that meeting his father who had "raised" him for 16 years asked him for living expenses, wouldn't he be scolding him

Said that he met his biological father and asked him to help hand over gifts to his precious son

But it's more absurd and ironic than the drama.

He can't say anything.

"I didn't encounter anything." Tao Xi hung his head paranoidly, only staring at the gel pen in his hand, pursing his lips tightly.

"Tell me." Lin Qinhe's voice became deeper, with irresistible oppression.

Tao Xi was silent for a moment, then looked at Lin Qinhe suddenly, his eyes had turned completely red, he suppressed his voice and said, "If I tell you, I really want to cry now, but there is no place to cry, are you satisfied?"

Lin Qinhe frowned slightly and looked at him, but said nothing.

Tao Xi lowered his head again, scolding himself fiercely in his heart.

It's not good to make up a reason, but I actually said I wanted to cry.

He never cried in front of people.

So fucking embarrassing.

Tao Xi just wanted to take the medicine of regret. He picked up the pen in a panic and was about to continue to do the question, but his right wrist was suddenly held tightly by a hand, and then Lin Qinhe's cold voice: "Follow me."

Before he could react, he was pulled up from his seat by Lin Qinhe, and he stumbled a few times with great strength.

"what are you doing?!"

"Aren't you going to cry? Find a place to cry for you." Lin Qinhe's tone was impatient and he didn't look back.

In a few words, Tao Xi had been dragged out of the back door of the classroom. At this time, it was close to the evening self-study time. Many people were walking into the classroom. Some people looked at them strangely and thought they were going to fight.

Lin Qinhe let go after walking a few steps. Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe's tall back and clenched his hand, not daring not to follow.

"It's time for self-study at night."? He said.

"It's warped." Lin Qinhe said.

Tao Xi felt that Lin Qinhe seemed to be angry again, but he would never understand why Lin Qinhe was angry.

Maybe it's just because he disobeyed him and didn't tell him the truth.

But who asked Lin Qinhe to poke his lung tube.

Tao Xi followed Lin Qinhe silently all the way, like an escorted prisoner, and was taken to the top floor of Qiushi Building. When he saw Lin Qinhe take out the key to open the door, the surprise on his face could no longer be contained.

"What are you taking me to the concert hall for?"

"Can you hold your tears here?" Lin Qinhe pushed open the door, turned around and looked at Tao Xi and said.

Behind him is a huge and empty concert hall, with a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows standing still. The silent black piano also burned in Tao Xi's eyes.

In the silence, Tao Xi seemed to hear something beating violently. His nose suddenly became sore, and his eyes were steaming hot, but he said bravely, "I don't want to cry for a long time."

On the way with Lin Qinhe, those things seemed to be blown away by the evening wind in October, leaving only a shadow on his heart.

He wanted to cry now, but not because of those things.

Lin Qinhe looked at him and said nothing.

Tao Xi suddenly remembered that he was hiding outside the door of the concert hall that day and saw Lin Qinhe playing the piano. He clumsily imitated Lin Qinhe's gesture with his fingers, his eyes were greedy and fiery.

"But I want to hear you play the piano." Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe, with clear and flickering hope in his eyes, "Is that okay?"

Lin Qinhe was silent for a moment and said to him, "Yes."

He walked to the piano chair and sat down, lifted the lid, looked at Tao Xi and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Tao Xi doesn't know anything about music, except for "To Alice", which made him a little embarrassed. He tangled his fingers and said coyly, "I want to listen to the tune you played that day."

"it is good."

Lin Qinhe stretched out ten fingers, and unfamiliar and familiar music overflowed under his slender fingers.

The drooping sunset outside the long window suddenly broke free from the twilight's entanglement, and the red-gold twilight shot obliquely through the glass, interweaving and jumping the last afterglow of the sunset on Lin Qinhe's deep profile line.

Tao Xi reacted suddenly in the twilight, he didn't tell Lin Qinhe what day it was.

Then he finally heard the violent beating sound coming from his chest, getting bigger and louder, resonating with the sound of the piano in the empty concert hall, and flickering in the last afterglow together.

Tao Xi stood in the center of the concert hall, looking at the person playing the piano in front of him, as if he was dreaming a more magnificent dream than the twilight.

he thinks.

Only he could hear this tune.

This person, he also wants to own.

"What's this song called?" Tao Xi asked after Lin Qinhe stopped his fingers.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence." Lin Qinhe put down his hand and said.

Tao Xi was stunned and thought the name was strange. He watched Lin Qinhe put the lid on the piano, stood up from the piano chair, and said in a voice so small that only he could hear, "My birthday is also on Christmas Day. Festival."

Snowy Christmas.

Lin Qinhe didn't seem to hear it, and asked him, "Are you in a better mood now?"

Tao Xi suddenly looked at Lin Qinhe. In the dim light, the corners of his mouth curled up more and more. He said, "Lin Qinhe, did you pull me here because you wanted to comfort me?"

Lin Qinhe frowned and walked towards the door, leaving behind a dark back and a cold voice: "It's just because you don't look good when you want to cry or not."

Tao Xi was stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed, for fear that he would lock himself inside.

The door of the concert hall was quickly closed, locking the last trace of the setting sun and the remnants of the piano inside. Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe's hand that locked the door, and asked again, as if losing his courage: "I see, you usually If you are in a bad mood, you will definitely come here to hide and cry."

Lin Qinhe glanced at him coldly, walked towards the stairs with the key, and stopped talking.

Tao Xi secretly hated that he couldn't get rid of the stinking habit of forgetting his roots when he was happy, and getting ahead when he was proud.

"I have a mobile phone, can I add your WeChat?" Tao Xi took out the mobile phone that he had forgotten for a long time from his pocket, turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and dangled the light in the dim corridor.

But Lin Qinhe still ignored him, with a cold and arrogant face.

Done.

Can't get back.

Tao Xi followed Lin Qinhe all the way back to the classroom, and was stared at by Bi Aoxue's glamorous eyes as soon as he entered the door.

"The former and the current champion who are late to the English class, are you planning to win the double winner of the late self-study truancy?" Bi Aoxue folded his arms and laughed lightly.

Tao Xi took the initiative to admit his mistake, and his attitude was very positive: "Teacher, I was wrong, and he was also wrong. We will never do it again in the future."

Lin Qinhe still had a cold face and a very negative attitude.

Bi Aoxue didn't expect Lin Qinhe to have any attitude of admitting his mistake, and said slowly: "Just know if you're wrong, go back and write an English composition for me each."

Tao Xi breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his seat with Lin Qinhe.

Bi Chengfei in the front row couldn't help turning his head to the back, Bi Aoxue snorted coldly, "Some people don't need their heads, they can donate them to those in need."

Bi Chengfei turned back silently.

Tao Xi quickly wrote an English composition, took out the paper from the drawer while Bi Aoxue went out, and started to draw his little comics. After thinking for a while, he didn't know what to draw.

He turned his head and looked out the window. The setting sun had long since disappeared. On the deep purple sky, there was only the last bit of burnt pink-blue ashes. Duo was gently wrapped, revealing a hazy and gentle pale yellow color.

He lowered his head and drew on the paper.

In the evening, Lin Qinhe returned to the room with his schoolbag, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Let the guard call up the surveillance records at the gate from 5:30 to 7:00 this evening and send them to me."

After hanging up, he circled the next date on the calendar on the desk with a marker, then opened an English novel and opened it with a piece of paper.

The protagonist of the painting returns to the original moon and meteorites.

Little Meteorite: "There are clouds in the sky, can I eat the heart-warming moon?"

Moon: "No."

Little Meteorite: "Then sprinkle a handful of salt on me and eat the salt to bake the little meteorite!"

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