Chen Xingze's way of expressing his anger was very simple, and he started directly.
On weekdays, Chen Xingze has always been quite gentle, but such a sudden move frightened You Xiaolin.
"Aren't you bullying people!" Chen Xingze had never been so angry before. He had just called You Xiaolin a white-eyed wolf in the bathroom, and he regretted it in an instant. He blamed himself for not being so impulsive, leaving You Xiaolin alone in the classroom, if he were there, there would be no such thing.
Thinking that You Xiaolin might be bullied by them on weekdays, Chen Xingze started even harder.
But it was a bit reluctant to fight three by one, everyone was so angry that you pulled me and my ears were red. When Chen Xingze was pushed against the table by a boy, You Xiaolin came to his senses and came to pull Chen Xingze.
"stop fighting!"
You Xiaolin was brought into the battle, a boy kicked him, Chen Xingze burst into anger, pulled You Xiaolin behind him, picked up the dictionary on the ground and smashed it at his opponent.
"I'll fuck you!"
Ten minutes later, five people were called collectively to the office.
Chen Xingze naturally wouldn't let You Xiaolin be disciplined by the teacher, so he took the initiative to say, "I did it first." The dean gave him a look back, "You rest!" He asked You Xiaolin, "What's going on?"
You Xiaolin was very nervous, his face turned white. Chen Xingze knew very well that You Xiaolin might not be able to say a word in this state. Chen Xingze racked his brains to help him smooth things out, but You Xiaolin didn't expect to speak.
"They swept the rubbish on my seat, but I got angry and started fighting with them. Chen Xingze was just passing by, it has nothing to do with him."
The dean smiled and looked at Chen Xingze, whose face was blue and purple, "Can you pass by like this?"
You Xiaolin lowered his head and whispered, "It has nothing to do with him."
Chen Xingze's heart melted when he heard You Xiaolin help him to absolve him.
This fight is so worth it.
He swore an oath in that short dozen seconds - no matter how much You Xiaolin concentrates on studying and ignores him, he will never be angry with him.
"We didn't sweep the rubbish at his seat. He didn't stand up when we got to his seat." A boy quibble.
Chen Xingze suddenly became furious, "You really have the guts to say it!"
"Okay! Don't be noisy!" the dean of teaching scolded. He checked their injuries and warned solemnly: "You guys pay attention, it's not an example."
After school that day, Chen Xingze met You Xiaolin at the entrance of the teaching building. Chen Xingze ran over, and when You Xiaolin saw him coming, he silently walked out side by side with him.
Chen Xingze's heart was pounding, thinking that the road to school would be longer.
"Thank you for helping me, but don't fight in the future."
Chen Xingze looked over, You Xiaolin walked with his head down and his eyes fell on the ground.
"Who let them bully people."
"They were joking."
"What a joke!"
Chen Xingze's voice rose high, and You Xiaolin stopped, "Forbearance is over."
"There's no door! Why forbear? Don't be afraid of them." Chen Xingze anxiously grabbed You Xiaolin's shoulder as if to promise something. "I will never let them bully you!"
You Xiaolin looked at him, his eyes were very dark, very quiet, like transparent glass stones. Chen Xingze's cheeks were hot, he pinched You Xiaolin's shoulders, hesitating, feeling that he had a lot to say, but he felt that no words could accurately describe his feelings.
There were birds on the branches by the roadside, chirping.
"I can't take care of those things, or I won't have time to read books."
"Why do you like reading books so much?"
"My family has no money, so I can only study."
Chen Xingze was stunned for a moment, "I see." After speaking, he immediately regretted, "Oh no, I didn't mean that, I meant your house, your house..." The more he described, the more chaotic.
"It's alright." You Xiaolin carried his schoolbag and walked forward, "You should study hard and play less for a while."
"Okay." Chen Xingze happily followed him, and he stood a little behind so that he could sneak a peek at You Xiaolin's white neck. It was about to reach the respective intersection soon, and Chen Xingze's throat was a little tight. "Can I read books with you in the future? I can ask you if I can't."
You Xiaolin looked at Chen Xingze with suspicion. "Can you sit still?"
Chen Xingze stared, "I've been a class cadre after all, okay, don't look down on people!"
You Xiaolin couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and smiled. "Just kidding, of course."
Chen Xingze looked at that smile and wanted to cry inexplicably.
You Xiaolin took the bus home, and Chen Xingze stood at the intersection for a long time, not knowing what to think, frowning and smiling for a while, like a fool.
At night, howls were heard from a family's home.
"Ouch! It hurts! Take it easy! Is that your mother?!"
Chen Xingze sat on the bed and grinned, while Wu Xingzhi sneered with a cotton swab dipped in iodine. "You know it hurts? Then why don't you worry about pain when you fight?"
"Cut!" Chen Xingze rolled his eyes.
Wu Xingzhi said this, but her subordinates still relaxed. She disinfected the bruises on Chen Xingze's body and applied the ointment. "Your class teacher called me to respond to the situation and praised you. You can, Lu Jian roared and helped to the fourth class."
"Who let them bully You Xiaolin."
"You are good friends."
"of course."
"You are with that You Xiaolin every day, why haven't your grades been brought up?"
"… "
Chen Xingze kicked a carp and turned over from the bed, "I won't tell you, I'm going to practice the piano, don't come in!" After speaking, Wu Xingzhi ran away, and Wu Xingzhi packed up with a smile.
"I used to be forced to practice, but now I am so self-conscious."
Chen Xingze couldn't explain why he suddenly wanted to practice the piano.
Perhaps it is precisely because there are so many things that cannot be explained in the world that human beings invented music, art, and dance. These are things that can carry emotions without opening their mouths.
"Yo, have you practiced the piano?" Father Chen He said while making tea in the living room.
"yes."
Wu Xingzhi sat on the sofa and listened to the sound of scale practice from the piano room. "It's so strange for a child." She listened to it for a while, and after Chen Xingze warmed her hands, she stopped playing the scales, but pressed a few notes sporadically. These sounds are slowly combined together, gradually forming a tune.
Wu Xingzhi: "I'll go see him."
She sneaked into the piano room and saw her precious son sitting on the piano chair in a daze.
"What do you think?"
Chen Xingze was shocked and turned his head dissatisfied. "Didn't I tell you not to come in?"
Wu Xingzhi came to the piano, "What were you playing just now?"
"nothing."
"A song you composed yourself?"
Chen Xingze blushed, "No, I don't play anymore, I have to eat."
Wu Xingzhi pressed the chair back for him, sat next to him, stepped on the pedal slightly, paused for a moment, and a series of smooth and beautiful tunes poured out. This is the tune that Chen Xingze played just now, except that what he played was only a stumbling one-handed melody, and Wu Xingzhi added the left-hand part and variations, and it was suddenly different.
"Does it sound good?" Wu Xingzhi asked.
Chen Xingze nodded stupidly.
"What was on your mind when you wrote this piece?"
Chen Xingze blushed again after being asked this. What was he thinking about? He was thinking about that snowy day, the day he saw You Xiaolin for the first time, his jet-black hair and eyes, his snow-white skin and his always focused expression...
"When people want to express their feelings, art comes into being." Wu Xingzhi hugged Chen Xingze, who was dazed, "This tune is very good, I didn't expect you to be quite talented. Stop practicing, go eat first, your dad is waiting. "
Chen Xingze lay in bed that night and did not fall asleep for a long time. He kept thinking about his mother's words.
When people want to express their feelings, art comes into being.
What does he want to express
To You Xiaolin, how much can he do
He would probably do anything for him. He remembered one time when he had a bad cold and insisted on going to school, so he finally walked some distance from school with You Xiaolin. But after thinking about it for a day, he was afraid of infecting him with a cold, so he left first.
You Xiaolin didn't even know that he had been to the school.
Only he knows all the struggles and emotions, but it doesn't matter. He wrote and directed a series of touching dramas, and it doesn't matter if he only plays them for himself. He was willing.
Chen Xingze turned over, buried his head in the pillow, and laughed.
At that age, all the complex elements of dignity, ego, and reality have not yet had time to germinate, and the only awakening is pure love.
The ignorant years are flying like arrows, and in a blink of an eye, they graduated.
At their graduation party, Chen Xingze played a piano piece on behalf of the class. It was a song he had chosen for a long, long time. From the very beginning of his final semester, from the time his teacher informed him that he might be asked to perform at the graduation party, he began to think about what to play.
He thought about "Dream Wedding", "Love Melody", and "A Midsummer Night's Dream", but in the end he still didn't use these pieces.
He thought that was too straightforward, that was not his feelings for You Xiaolin.
In the end, he chose a Canon Variation.
"Canon" is a composing technique, like reincarnation, all parts follow one part, and all melodies follow the original melody, repeatedly, one after another. Like the endless mountains, the waves coming and going, or his love for him. In the last bar of "Canon", all the notes will come together as if love had a happy ending.
At the party, Chen Xingze successfully used this song to make himself cry. Fortunately, the stage turned away from the audience, and no one saw his tears.
He gave this piece to You Xiaolin, but Chen Xingze knew that those who listened to the qin would never understand his intentions, nor would they know the deep feelings he had in this piece.
But it doesn't matter, he still wants to dedicate it to him. He has too many feelings for him, as many as beer bubbles, and many times it overflows automatically and uncontrollably.