Fran, who was standing at the school gate, heard the voice of the girl on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped, and at that moment he stopped breathing, and subconsciously licked his dry lips, "What, aren't you on campus?" Benita seemed to find her voice at this time, "I went out with my friends to play, I'll rush back now." Frangan opened his mouth to ask something, but the other end of the line was already gone. He scratched at his hair in annoyance, feeling that it was too conspicuous for him to stand in the doorway with his guitar on his back, so he walked inside.

But in reality, if it's just to be less conspicuous, sitting downstairs with a guitar in the crowd isn't much better. Fran was a little anxious at first, but after a while he calmed down, thinking that it would be a wise choice to book a ticket for the night. Although he was apprehensive, he had always regarded this matter as a matter of victory, but suddenly, there was a slight hesitation, but because of this hesitation, the anxiety was dissipated.

He looked down at the guitar in his hand, and many people were inadvertently focused on him. Probably because the hidden plan under his line was revealed, but he wondered why he had been so obsessed with watching but not taking the slightest action, could it be said that he had been rejected? Just looking at the appearance of this young man, he doesn't seem to be rejected lightly.

This is what Benita saw when she returned with her playmates, the young man she had known best, looking down at the guitar motionless, like a life-like statue. On such a day, her heart was beating faster because of his sudden arrival, but when she saw this, she suddenly calmed down, and felt that she was not as excited as she imagined. I don't know if this guy was fooled by his seniors again? He looked like he had been fooled again.

The statue seemed to come to life because of her arrival, and looked up at it with burning eyes, which was a rare sight in his eyes that did not hide the affection in his eyes. Although the corners of her mouth didn't move, she still saw the smile in his eyes for the first moment, and looked straight at it, as if she was really the only one in her eyes. Benita had a friend next to her who came to Italy from Spain with her, she quickly recognized the identity of this young man and couldn't help but exclaim, surprised and pushed behind Benita, Benita's figure staggered forward a few steps, Fran retracted his gaze and gently plucked the strings, seeing that the few people around him gradually did not have the slightest stage fright, and the familiar melody of "Makeyoufeelmylove" slipped out of his fingers.

"When the rain falls on your face, you carry the whole world in your bag. I will give you a warm hug and let you feel my love.

When night falls, the stars in the sky flash, no one wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes, I will hold you tightly until the sea is dry and the stones rot, let you feel my love. ”

Fran's voice was very different from the heart-rending roar he sang in front of Guti and the crowd, and if Guti had been there, he would have been half stunned by this kid's pretending to be stupid. His voice was very low, the kind of low that would make people listen unconsciously, and the sun that was already dusk became warm, as if it shed its last warmth of the day. Benita looked at him with fascination, and when he looked down at the delicate face, the beautiful slender fingers that plucked the strings, and his rarely straight back, she thought, his eyes must have seemed to be flowing with glutinous honey.

This feeling is very magical, like many times I have slept until dusk, and when I wake up, I feel that everything around me is different, the sun shines into the room, listening to the noise outside, and I don't know why I have a sudden experience in a small world of isolation. It was as if she had arrived in another world, and it was as if she had suddenly returned to her childhood.

When I was a child, I played unrestrainedly, and then the girl who was in love at the beginning bumped into a boy who didn't have a heart and lungs at that time and only knew how to play, and then I got along as usual as if nothing happened, maybe for Francisco Alvarez, the repeated hints at that time really didn't happen at all, right? And for herself?

Twilight is the worst time of the day for my eyesight, so the hormones in twilight will only make people more blind in love.

"I know you haven't made up your mind yet, but I can't do anything wrong. I know from the moment we met, there was no doubt about how important your place was in my heart.

I will sleep for you, and I will be sad for you. I'll stagger on the no-man's path for you, there's nothing I can't do, just to make you feel my love. ”

As his singing continued, Benita felt her arm pinched by her friend, and she thought it was some kind of reminder, only to look over her head and realize that she was listening attentively. Yes, this guy thinks that even if many people blame him for his indifference in the future, there will still be more people who will rush to him!

Benita had been nervous all the way here, but she didn't know why she gradually calmed down, watching the scene unfolding in front of her, which was like what she had expected as a child, and which should have moved her so much. You see, the character is right, it's that Fran, the time is not bad, the sunset is always more romantic, and the location is also very good, Italy, the most suitable country for this qiē to happen. But the mood was not right, she calmly analyzed it like a god's perspective.

"The raging storm sweeps the rolling waves, the lonely highway, the wind in free and wild exile, and you will see every image of me.

I'll make you happy and make dreams come true, there's nothing I can't do. I will travel to the ends of the earth for you and let you feel my love. ”

The young man who had stopped singing gently put his guitar aside, and received applause and whistles around him, and his steps were firm, and no one knew better than Benita how serious he was at this moment. He earnestly prepares a qiē, earnestly confesses, and earnestly promises every sentence in the lyrics. "I hesitated for days, and finally decided to toss a coin and confess to you face up."

Fran really pulled a coin out of his pocket, took her hand seriously, and shoved it into her hand. Benita looked down slightly at the polished shiny coin in her palm, which was slightly hot in her palm, but there was no overly excited expression, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth, "What if the back side is up?" ”

"If the back is up, I'll turn it over for him?" Fran's eyebrows were crooked, and the young man's usual edge became extraordinarily soft in front of her. This answer is also like the young man she has known since she was a child, and she is reluctant to blame if she is not in tune. Finally, she clenched the coin in her hand, "You can give me some time to think about it." "Benita wanted to say that you made too many promises, and even if you were so serious, I wouldn't believe it right away, but she didn't. She used to like him, and now Fran is still different from her, but she can't tell the difference, because she can't tell the difference, so she hesitates, hesitates to refuse or agree.

Fran looked up at the girl, the beautiful girl he had grown up with. He remembered his father's joke that he would marry Fran in the future, and he remembered that in the first game of the reserve team, she skipped class and went to another city to cheer him hysterically in the stands. He likes her, he must like her, this liking comes very naturally, and when he really understands it, he never hides it, he knows that she must be able to see it. Everybody said it was a natural thing, and he thought, "Well, it's okay for us to settle down like that?"

The confession of this secret plan was far less poignant than those in the know expected, it came abruptly, and it ended reluctantly. Fran deliberately put a large part of the time on hold on the campus, and he hurried back to Madrid to get the so-called 'think about it' answer and no longer dwell on it. But when he put the guitar away and put it back on his back and looked up at her, the girl had turned away, and he asked himself if he had taken a wrong step.

Francisco Álvarez, who returned on the day of the race, sat on the plane and looked out the window at night before takeoff. The airport apron is empty only for planes and shuttle buses, and even the night lights are dim yellow. He quietly sighed at the window, and soon a thin layer of mist formed, and when he looked out under this layer of fog, the scenery was actually dyed with warm colors, which relieved Fran, who had not received the accurate answer he expected. But what is in sight is also distorted in the mist.

The plane finally took off, and at the moment of takeoff, his heart sank, and he had the illusion of weightlessness. The feeling of his heart being held in his hand made him laugh suddenly. Whether it was worth it to go back and forth like this, he didn't think about it carefully. The joy and preciousness of youth lies in the fact that it is only in that part that what you do is named brave and lovely. If it's overage, it probably should be seen as a joke.

Later, he thought that probably in the relationship he was looking forward to in his blind ignorance, there was also a layer of seemingly warm but empty fog shrouded in his vision and atrium.

Casillas, who knew him best, and who had seen his emotional experience clearly, later commented on him, and in terms of feelings alone, Fran, he had the courage to swim against the current, but he had the luck of leaking the boat and carrying wine.

The onlooker could see it clearly, but he himself was unaware of it at this moment.