Chapter 82 It's better for us to start over (10)

His voice was soft and slow, but when it reached Xia Zhixu's heart, it turned into an extremely sharp alarm bell, suddenly awakening the chilling cicada in his chest that had stopped making noises.

Xia Zhixu let go of Xu Qichen abruptly, stretched his hand stiffly to the pillar he was grabbing, and hurriedly held it.

"sorry."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, just shook his head gently, and tucked his face into the collar of his padded jacket.

There was a thin layer of white mist on the windows, and the heating inside the car was burning the cheeks of the two people, hot and hot.

He tried his best to hide his abnormality in front of the other party, and went home immediately after saying goodbye in a hurry. During lunch, Xu Qichen received a WeChat message from Xia Zhixu.

[Are you really going to write poetry for her? ]

Said not to write poetry for her. Xu Qichen bit the head of his chopsticks and replied to the message.

[I didn't agree to her at first, but then she backed off and said that she would write the manuscript by herself and ask me to change it for her, and I agreed. ]

As soon as sent it out, received a reply from Xia Zhixu.

[That can. ]

Xu Qichen could almost make up his reluctantly satisfied expression when he said this.

In the next few days, Cen Xi went to the fourth group whenever she was free, and asked Xu Qichen to help her revise it. In fact, for Xu Qichen, writing poems for the school celebration itself was not very attractive to him. After all, it was utilitarian and purposeful. They are too strong and lose the meaning of writing poetry itself. But he was still very serious and patient in helping Cen Xi's staff, from choosing words and sentences to metaphors, and doing his best.

Just because of this show, Xia Zhixu has been unable to talk recently. He can only sit in the back and watch the two of them get together to write poems together.

Excruciatingly miserable.

The program was registered, and the school's review was successfully passed, so was waiting for the school celebration performance. After helping to write the poem, Xu Qichen also thought that the task was completed, and he didn't care about the show, but it was not as good as the sky. Unexpectedly, the day before the school celebration, Cen Xi fell ill.

During the evening self-study, the monitor stood on the podium, "Cen Xi is ill, her show will definitely not be able to go ahead as originally planned tomorrow, do you still have any talent to perform? The kind on top."

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, the situation was urgent, and no one dared to stand up to pick up this hot potato.

The same table whispered, "It was said that it was directly burned to pneumonia, and now it is still hanging in the hospital."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, he just lowered his head and looked at the book silently. Seeing him like this at the same table, he stopped talking.

"Really not? Well, if you have any ideas, please let me know at any time. I will report. Time is very tight. You must notify me as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no program for our class this school celebration."

no show...

Xu Qichen poked the footer of the page with the tip of his pen, unable to tell what emotion he was in.

He didn't even know that Xia Zhixu had been staring at his back from the moment the squad leader stood up just now.

I felt that my stool was kicked, and a post-it note was pasted on my neck.

[Do you think it's a pity? Your poems cannot be performed. ]

Xu Qichen breathed a sigh of relief, wrote a line below, reached behind his back and handed the note to Xia Zhixu's desk.

[Unfortunately, but not because of this. I just feel that the opportunity for school celebration performances is rare. Maybe our class is the only one without programs in the whole school. It’s a pity to think about it. ]

Xia Zhixu pinched the note and stared at the answer written by Xu Qichen. After staring for a while, he stuffed the paper into his Mathematical Olympiad tutorial book.

"Squad leader!"

Just as the squad leader was about to get off the podium, he suddenly heard someone calling him. When he looked up, he saw Xia Zhixu in the back row of the fourth group raised his hand, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"I want to perform on behalf of our class."

Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at Xia Zhixu, Xia Zhixu leaned back on the chair, and the smile that had been pretending to be calm turned a little embarrassed when he saw Xu Qichen turning back.

Xu Qichen didn't speak, just looked at him, frowning slightly, the expression he would make when he was doubtful.

"Really? That's great!" The squad leader seemed to grab a life-saving straw and walked quickly to Xia Zhixu's side, "What program are you going to perform? I'll report it to you later."

"This..." Xia Zhixu laughed twice, "I haven't thought about it yet."

He was telling the truth, and before he could think clearly, his hand was already raised.

"Yo, who said before that they would never perform~" Chen Fang watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, "Squad leader, Xia Zhixu sings very well, and can play the guitar."

Xia Zhixu rolled his eyes at him, "Squad leader, Chen Fang can play the drums."

The squad leader was relieved and said with a smile, "Then you can form a band! Does anyone know other instruments?"

Everyone discussed with great interest and participated in the topic of "The Great Rescue of the 13th Class Celebration Performance". Xu Qichen looked at the active classmates, turned his head and smiled at Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu said, "Is it a pity?"

Xu Qichen shook his head with a smile, his smiling eyes covered the indifference in his amber pupils, leaving only a warm light.

Looking at the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised, Xia Zhixu felt that there was nothing more worthwhile than this.

He is not a natural performer, but for Xu Qichen, he is willing to try.

Another keyboard player was gathered, and the monitor was very excited, but he remembered something very important, "By the way, the review of this school celebration is still very strict, and you can't sing songs about love."

The whole class booed.

"Jingjian is too old-fashioned."

"It's as if the students who sing a love song will fall in love collectively the next day."

"It's so boring~"

The squad leader clapped his hands, "In order for our class to put out the show smoothly, please bear with us a little bit, otherwise we can only sit in the audience and watch other classes perform tomorrow night."

Only then did the complaining students quiet down, and the monitor asked, "Zhi Xu, do you want to sing any song?"

"Absolutely don't sing love songs, monitor, don't worry."

Chen Fang said with a smile, "I don't quite believe the word you said [absolutely] anymore."

It is not easy to temporarily break in to a program, but fortunately, the last class in the morning of the next day is sports, and with the lunch break at noon, you can practice for a few more hours.

"You can go home by yourself later." Xia Zhixu was carrying a black guitar bag, and the strap made a deep dent on his cotton jacket.

Xu Qichen nodded and regretted it a second later.

In fact, he can accompany him to practice.

But what kind of qualifications?

good friend?

Good friends who go home with each other every day?

No matter how fancy or lengthy the attributive is, the essence of the noun it modifies will not change.

"Then I'll go back by myself."

After walking towards the playground for two steps, heard the people behind him shouting.

"You must come to see my performance."

The last two sessions in the afternoon were politics and class meetings. Xia Zhixu and the others didn't come to participate, so the pressure of putting on a show must be very high, not to mention that it was a band that was flat in the east and west, and Xu Qichen was a little worried.

The class meeting has always been self-study, but this time everyone in the class has no intention of studying. After all, the school celebration party will start half an hour after the class meeting ends. This is a rare leisure activity in Jingjian High School with a rigorous study style.

Xu Qichen absentmindedly finished writing the small essay assigned by the political teacher, thinking that he could finally go to the show without any burden. This was the first time he was looking forward to a performance held by the school, and he went back to the last time with the same mood, which was probably the Children's Day in the first grade of primary school.

What song will they perform?

Xu Qichen fell into thought.

Xia Zhixu's voice is very nice, both clear and magnetic. He always makes people sound comfortable when he speaks, and even the most boring math problems can be understood by him after being explained. .

His ears were filled with the noise in the classroom. He slowly leaned down, trying to lie down on the table. The books piled up on the left side of the table accidentally rubbed against his cheek, itching.

The scene on the bus not long ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

A match suddenly appeared in his heart, and when he was unprepared, it slammed and ignited, from chest to cheek, from cheek to earlobe.

Xu Qichen buried his head in his elbow in a panic.

"What's the matter with you?" The tablemate asked with concern.

"It's nothing, the heat is making me a little dizzy."

The lie did not bring his symptoms into remission.

When the get out of class finally came to an end, Xu Qichen was drowned in the cheerful crowd, surrounded by a group of excited people, and his little happiness was properly hidden. As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I saw Director Wang. It was rare that Director Wang had a smile on his face.

However, Xu Qichen didn't expect that Director Wang stopped him the next second.

"Xu Qichen, come, come here."

Xu Qichen walked over and had a bad premonition in his heart.

It was not what he imagined to be standing in the corridor and talking. Director Wang led him directly to the director's office, still smiling, but it made Xu Qichen even more worried.

"You sit."

He had to hesitate to sit on the sofa opposite Director Wang.

"I heard from your teacher Zhang that you won the first prize in the 'Golden Inkstone Cup' this time. I read your composition. It's so beautiful that you can't justify it if you don't win the award." Director Wang smiled. He brought a cup of hot water to Xu Qichen, "A gifted child like you will be the key target of the liberal arts class in the future."

Xu Qichen took the water, whispered thank you, Director, and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall.

Director Wang exchanged a few words and finally got to the point, "That's it, my son is in junior high school, right next door to the high school attached to Normal University. They also have a composition competition recently, which is very important, so I just want to invite You help my son to look at his composition, I always think he writes in a false way, and I teach physics myself, so I can't help much, the exam is coming soon, and the Chinese teachers are busy writing papers... …”

He glanced at Xu Qichen, "And look, your composition has just won an award. You are so talented. I trust you more than your teacher. Well, I have brought all his compositions, and tomorrow is the deadline for submission. Now, help me, how is this written?"

Seeing Director Wang take out a document paper from his desk drawer, Xu Qichen's heart sank completely. The director's words were all on this point, how could he refuse?

Glancing at the watch again.

If the normal process is followed, the party should have started by now.

The program of Class 13 is the seventh, and it should be on the stage about an hour after the opening.

Hesitating will only waste more time.

"Director Wang, I'll show it to you."

Seeing Xu Qichen taking the manuscript paper without hesitation, Director Wang was very happy, "Come on, you sit at my table, there is a pen on the table, you can just draw on it."

Xu Qichen nodded, sat down and looked at the composition of the director's son seriously.

Time passed by minute by minute. Perhaps the heating in the office was too high, and Xu Qichen's forehead was sweating.

first paragraph.

Second paragraph.

third paragraph.

I read each paragraph attentively, and changed it until I felt satisfied.

Finally, Xu Qichen revised it to the last paragraph. Looking up, fifty minutes have passed. He closed the cap of the pen and stood up in a hurry, "Director, it's fixed."

"Oh, thank you so much." Director Wang also stood up from the sofa, "Come on, Director invites you to dinner, what would you like to eat?"

"No, Director, I have to leave beforehand." Xu Qichen bowed hurriedly and ran out of the office in a panic.

The venue of the party was in the auditorium, Xia Zhixu was standing in the backstage, and the make-up artist specially invited by the monitor was helping him with the final finishing before going on stage.

"Is Xu Qichen here?"

Chen Fang shook his head, "I didn't see it, maybe he didn't come."

"Impossible..." Although Xia Zhixu denied it, his tone had no confidence at all.

"Chen Fang, your drum kit has been put on. You are ready to go on stage."

"Oh! Okay, right now!"

Chen Fang dragged Xia Zhixu, who was in a trance, and another keyboard player, and the three of them came to the stage when the lights went dark.

Xia Zhixu stood in front of Limai and adjusted the guitar on his back to the position in front of him.

The moment the lights came on, he tried hard to find Xu Qichen's figure in the crowded audience.

without him.

He couldn't tell his current mood, it was probably a very urgent need.

If he couldn't be satisfied, he would rather rip off the hypocritical decent smile on his face and leave this stage now.

Chen Fang raised his drumsticks with both hands and rhythmically struck three times in midair.

The song performance officially begins.

After all, Xia Zhixu still failed to leave here as he thought, but compromised in the eyes of everyone's expectations. His right hand swept across the strings, bowed his head slightly, and aimed at the microphone.

"I timidly said to myself, is that so?

I am the sun in your eyes and the sadness in your shadow

I ask me if the world is business as usual

Let me shine on your time of rest"

Suddenly, the closed door of the auditorium was opened, and a hurried figure appeared at the door.

Xia Zhixu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at him from a distance, panting against the door, he waved to himself.

The people on the stage finally showed a sincere smile.

"You are me, a dream that is carefully maintained

I'm tired of enjoying the light that no one can replace

I am me, the sun that shatters at a touch

I fervently hope

to gain faith before it disappears"

Standing at the highest point, Xu Qichen looked at Xia Zhixu who was extremely dazzling on the stage, and lost his mind for a while.

He really is like the sun.

At the end of the song, don't know which class of girl was so bold, she ran up with a bunch of flowers, and stuffed the bouquet into Xia Zhixu's arms, which made him embarrassed and missed a sentence. word.

The performance ended successfully, and Xu Qichen walked from the side of the auditorium to the backstage.

The moment Xia Zhixu saw him, he was so happy that he wanted to rush up and hug him, but after thinking about it, his mind stopped moving.

Xu Qichen came up first, but he didn't apologize. Although he was going to do it at first, the first thing he did when he saw Xia Zhixu with a restrained expression was to choose a flower from the bunch of flowers in his arms. Daisy, take a look at it.

Then he inserted it into Xia Zhixu's ear.

Xu Qichen smiled like a child, "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

Xia Zhixu was stunned for a while, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Did you just hear it? How about the singing...?"

"Nice." Xu Qichen nodded sincerely, rolled his eyes, stretched out his index finger, and poked Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

Xia Zhixu didn't understand the meaning of his actions, and his face was full of doubts.

"Let's see if it breaks when you touch it, little sun." Xu Qichen laughed again.

[You are the dream that I carefully maintain. ]

[I am the sun that breaks at a touch. ]

Seeing Xu Qichen's innocent and slightly teasing smile, Xia Zhixu also raised the corners of his mouth.

The makeup artist lifted his hair all up, revealing heroic brows, an aura between a teenager and an adult.

He suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's outstretched finger and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"What?" The smile on Xu Qichen's face froze, revealing a trace of confusion.

Xia Zhixu replied with a smile that was not a smile, his voice was low, but it was full of wonderful seductive power.

"Confiscation of crime tools."