fictionpage Chapter 103 Singing for You
Chapter 103 Singing for You
After the exam results came out, some people were happy while others were sad.
But Xu Heng just seemed carefree; despite ranking last in the exam, he showed no expression on his face.
Xiao Yunqing was really puzzled. Did people who came to No. 1 Middle School not study?
But soon, Xiao Yunqing discovered that another name was written on the title page of Xu Heng's textbook.
Xu Heng said it belonged to his brother, who worked on a construction site to support his education.
He doesn't like studying because he feels that whether he studies or not, he will be letting his brother down.
Xiao Yunqing remained silent for a long time.
From then on, she would occasionally ask Xu Heng, "Do you know how to do this English question?"
Xu Heng said he didn't know, so she explained it once.
Although Xu Heng still ranked at the bottom of his class, he gradually started to pay attention in class.
The seating chart was posted on Friday afternoon.
It was pasted on the back blackboard, A4 paper, printed, size 4 font, densely packed tables.
Xiao Yunqing saw it when she returned from the office. She was standing in front of the back blackboard, scanning from the first row down.
The first row of the third group: Song Huan and Feng Nian. Same as last time.
I guess the teacher thought that if they sat together, their grades would improve.
Her finger paused on the list for a moment, then continued scanning down.
In the third row of the third group, she saw her own name, Xiao Yunqing, and her deskmate was Su Xiaoran.
A girl with a round face, wears glasses, has above-average grades, and doesn't talk much.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then her gaze shifted forward one space.
He was only one position away from Song Huan, and that position was Zhao Qihang.
This guy is chubby, his eyes squint into slits when he smiles, and he runs all over the court when playing ball; he's the loudest one there.
Xiao Yunqing stared at the name for two seconds. He was just one spot away from being able to get close to Song Huan.
Zhao Qihang sat between them, like a chubby divider.
But from the second to last row to the third row, from half a classroom apart to just one row apart.
She stared at the seating chart three times to make sure she wasn't mistaken.
Xiao Yunqing felt something jump in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it, turned around and walked back to her seat to start packing her things.
After moving the things to the new location, Xiao Yunqing sat down in a chair, her gaze sweeping over the chubby Zhao Qihang in front of her, and looking at Song Huan who was writing a problem with her head down.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window, lifting his bangs.
Xiao Yunqing could almost smell his scent, faint and fragrant.
A voice inside her was soft, as if talking to herself.
[Next time, I need to get in the top five so I can sit behind him!]
She lowered her head and began working on the problems.
The pen tip landed on the paper with a scratching sound, a little heavier than usual.
……
Time flies, and January is here in the blink of an eye.
The news said that it has started snowing in the north.
How can I describe this first snow?
It's basically white trees, white houses, and white roads.
But when you look south, Jiangcheng is still the same old place, with the sun hanging in the sky, making your back feel hot.
No wonder some Africans who come here get tanned and exclaim, "Mom, it's so sunny here!"
No wonder there are so many black people in Guangzhou, they're all tanned.
Sun-dry for a full 180 days to bring out its deliciousness and aroma.
At 2 PM, the playground is like a frying pan; the rubber track is so soft from the sun that your shoes will stick when you step on it.
The first period in the afternoon was physical education class, and the boys in Class 1 were running on the field.
Zhao Qihang was shirtless, his fat jiggling as he dribbled past people, his stomach going first, the person still behind.
The nimble little chubby boy is great!
Lu Ciyuan was as thin as a bamboo pole, and when he ran, his arms swung like a windmill. His shooting was basically a matter of guesswork.
Chen Xu stood under the basket, raised his hand, and the ball was gone. The person opposite him bumped into him as if he had hit a wall, and bounced back two steps.
A row of people sat in the shade of the trees beside the stadium.
Some people were fanning themselves with books, some were squatting on the ground playing Connect Four, and some were dozing off against a tree trunk.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the far side, a physics book spread out on her lap. She was on the fourth page, her eyes fixed on the pages, not reading a single word.
She looked up from the book and glanced at the sports field.
Sweep from left to right, then from right to left.
No.
She scanned it again.
still none.
Zhao Qihang was there, Lu Ciyuan was there, and Chen Xu was there too.
That person simply doesn't exist.
She frowned, turned a page in her physics book, and continued reading.
He looked at it for three seconds, then looked up again.
The same few people were still on the field.
She closed the book, placed it on her lap, and glanced towards the entrance to the playground.
no one.
I glanced again in the direction of the teaching building.
There was no one there.
She sat there, tapping her fingers twice on the book cover, then twice more.
She felt restless if she couldn't see that figure for even a second, and just as she was about to stand up, she heard footsteps behind her.
It wasn't the sound of running footsteps, but a slow, leisurely walk, the soles of the shoes scraping against the ground with a soft, rustling sound.
She turned around.
Song Huan stood five meters behind her, holding two bottles of orange soda. Water droplets condensed on the bottles, glistening in the sunlight.
Wearing a white school uniform and athletic shorts, her hair was a little messy from the wind, and she always had a smile on her face.
How to describe that smile? It wasn't the kind of bright, sunny smile; it was the kind of smile that said, "I know you're looking for me, but I'm going to make you look for me a little longer."
How cheap and shameless.
Xiao Yunqing's face flushed red.
She quickly turned her head back, opened her physics book, lowered her head, and pretended to be reading.
But in her haste, she held the book upside down without realizing it.
Song Huan walked over, sat down next to her, and placed a bottle of soda in her hand.
"What are you looking for? Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you tell me? Let my all-seeing eyes help you find out which handsome guy has made your heart flutter."
The sound was right next to my ear, carrying a hint of cool air from a soda bottle.
Xiao Yunqing moved to the side, about five centimeters.
"Find whatever you want."
She stared at the pages, her voice muffled, "There are so many mosquitoes here, I'm swatting them away."
As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly in the air twice, as if he were really swatting away mosquitoes.
Seeing her like that, Song Huan didn't expose her.
He picked up the soda, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.
The lid was screwed on loosely; it opened without much effort.
A cool breeze wafted out of the bottle; it smelled of oranges and was sweet.
Xiao Yunqing didn't stand on ceremony, took it, and drank a sip.
The soda exploded on the tip of my tongue, the bubbles popping and crackling, and the coolness slid down my throat, all the way to my stomach.
She squinted her eyes and took another sip.
"Why don't you go play ball?" she asked, her tone a little more natural than before. "You're pretty good at it."
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs out as far as they could.
"Too lazy to type."
He held up the bottle of soda to the light. The bottle was orange-yellow, with bubbles rising from the bottom in strings. "I make a living by my looks. What if I get a tan in this heat?"
Song Huan flipped his bangs with a flamboyant air, "Do you know that I'm going to debut as a celebrity someday? I'm good at everything: singing, dancing, rapping, and playing basketball."
Xiao Yunqing glanced at him.
Song Huan is indeed pretty, but that doesn't exactly mean she "makes a living off her looks"; in fact, it's completely unrelated.
"How vain."
She snorted and took another sip of her soda.
Water droplets condensed on the bottle wall, feeling cool and comfortable in my palm.
Suddenly, Song Huan took something out of her pocket and placed it in her hand.
The movement was casual, like taking a piece of candy out of a pocket and tossing it over.
Xiao Yunqing looked down.
It's an MP3 player, silver-blue in color, with a small screen, buttons arranged in a row, and a white headphone cable plugged in, wrapped three times and secured with a rubber band.
The phone is very new; the screen protector is still on, and there's a small pink flower sticker on the corner.
She paused for a moment, then looked up at him.
Why are you giving me this?
Song Huan took a sip of her soda and said in a nonchalant tone, "Consider it a reward for your improvement in the midterm exams."
After saying that, she felt the reason was too casual, so she added, "Aunt Xu said you studied quite late. Next time you could try listening to music while studying; the effect might be even better."
He paused, put down the soda, took the MP3 player from her hand, untangled the earphone cord, plugged it in, and the screen lit up with a blue light, indicating that it was playing.
"I've downloaded a lot of songs for you inside; you should like them."
After he finished speaking, he put the MP3 player back into her hand. The device was warmed up a little by his palm.
Xiao Yunqing looked down at the small silver-blue square. The words on the screen were jumping around, one song after another, but she couldn't see them clearly.
I touched the body of the machine with my fingers, and then touched it again; it was cool and smooth.
She looked up at him.
He was drinking soda when his Adam's apple bobbed. The sunlight clearly illuminated the lines of his profile, revealing a small mole on his face that she had never noticed before.
She clutched the MP3 player tightly in her hand. Then she lowered her head and snorted.
"You're just being presumptuous. I don't want that."
The sound was very soft and muffled, as if it were being squeezed out of the throat.
The last syllable rose slightly before falling back down, sounding weak and lacking any confidence.
Song Huan glanced at her and smiled.
Stubborn.
This girl has been stubborn since she was three, and she hasn't changed at fifteen.
When he was in kindergarten, I brought him milk and said it was "someone else put it there by mistake."
When he was in elementary school, I saved him a seat, saying, "It's empty anyway."
When I was in junior high school, I would wake him up every day, saying it was "on the way".
He remembered every word, every word was an excuse, and behind every word was a hidden unspoken message.
He didn't expose him, continued drinking his soda, and after finishing it, he hit his head with the empty bottle.
A thumping sound.
Looking at this unbelievable scene, Xiao Yunqing even wondered if he was a fool.
The wind blowing across the playground was hot and carried the smell of the synthetic track.
Zhao Qihang, who was in the distance, took a three-pointer, but it missed. The ball bounced off the rim, rolled out, and was caught by Chen Xu.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, untied the earphone cord, wrapped it up again, and untied it again.
It was wrapped three times, exactly the same as before.
She placed the MP3 player on her lap, rubbed her finger across the screen, touched the little flower sticker, and then rubbed it again.
"In there..." she began, her voice very soft, "is that the song you sang to me before?"
Song Huan turned to look at her.
She didn't look at him, her head was down, and her fingers were still rubbing against the little flower.
My ears turned red, from my earlobes to the tips, and they looked almost translucent in the sunlight.
"What song?" he asked.
Her voice became even softer, almost inaudible, "It's...it's the song you sang during military training."
She paused, tapped her fingers twice on the MP3 player, as if to encourage herself, "You promised not to cry, is that your name? I searched for it for a long time at home, but I couldn't find it."
Song Huan looked at her.
She lowered her head, her ponytail hanging down, obscuring half of her face.
The exposed half of her face was flushed, her lips were pursed, and her eyelashes were trembling.
He looked at the leaves above his head.
The leaves were dense, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
A gust of wind blew by, and the light spots flickered, like a school of golden fish swimming underwater.
"Don't worry, you'll never find one in your lifetime," he said.
Xiao Yunqing suddenly raised her head and looked at him.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly agape, and his expression changed from shyness to confusion, and then from confusion to a little bit of anxiety.
Why?
Song Huan turned around and looked at her.
The sunlight shone on his face, making his eyes shine brightly.
He looked into her eyes, stared for two seconds, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
"Because that song was sung especially for you."