CHAPTER XXXIII

Festival

Ye Lin lay on the ground and looked up at her.

The last time I saw her in this position was when she first arrived, and she was tied to the head of the bed to listen to her threats, and the atmosphere between the two of them at that time could almost be described as tense; At that time, I am afraid that I would never have thought that in just over half a year, the relationship between them would be as harmonious as it is now, and even ...... He had that thought of her.

Ye Lin thought of this, and seemed to feel a little impermanent, but his mood seemed to be a little lower, he shook his head helplessly, and asked in a low voice:

"Ling Xiao, do you think I can make him change his mind?"

He didn't say who this "he" was, but there was no need to say it directly, Ling Xiao knew it, and he didn't think about it as a second person except his father.

His voice was very soft, and it sounded like he was a little confused in this night, and he didn't know if he was really asking Ling Xiao or ...... Just talking to myself.

Ling Xiao withdrew his hand and sat up straight, answering without a trace of hesitation and hesitation: "I'm afraid not." ”

It's still so frank and direct, and I don't know how to be tactful and take into account my feelings...... Ye Lin looked a little depressed and complaining:

"Can't you give me a little hope and comfort me?"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows: "You need that kind of thing?" ”

After saying this, without waiting for Ye Lin to answer, she let out a slow "oh" again, and said lazily in a long voice: "I can convince him, hmm...... Go ahead, come on, you can do it. ”

While talking and eating the cake, the words sounded vague, without any sincerity at all, completely perfunctory.

Ye Lin couldn't cry or laugh, sat up and wanted to pat her to "vent his anger", but his hand was already halfway stretched out but suddenly stopped, and after hesitating slightly for a while, he tentatively put his hand on Ling Xiao's shoulder.

Ling Xiao poured a small glass of wine and handed it to him.

Ye Lin took the wine glass, secretly glanced at her expression, and saw that she was still drinking casually, and didn't seem to care much, so he leaned over a little bravely.

Ling Xiao suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Ye Lin was startled, and suddenly stiffened his entire body, almost daring to breathe.

Ling Xiao just glanced at him casually, then picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with him, and then quickly turned his head and drank the wine in the glass with his head up.

Ye Lin finally felt like he could move again, and while drinking his glass of wine, he subconsciously reached out and touched his back again - a little nervous and sweaty.

Ling Xiao didn't speak again—she wasn't necessarily silent, but she wasn't a talker.

Ye Lin didn't speak, put his arm on her shoulder, occasionally clinked glasses with her, and the two drank the whole pot of wine together in silence. Then Ye Lin put down the cup, let go of his hand and sat up straight, and suddenly asked her:

"Ling Xiao, am I pretty useless?"

Ling Xiao was playing with her flute at this time, leaning against the door and casually holding the wine glass with one end of the flute—the flute body was a round tube with a curve, and it stands to reason that the cup would definitely slide down. But the strange thing is that now the bottom of the cup seems to be firmly glued to the flute, and it flies up and down with the flute, turning in a variety of ways.

Ye Lin was almost dazzled.

Ling Xiao's hand movements did not stop, but his brows were slightly twisted, and there was a bit of surprise in his gaze when he looked at Ye Lin: "I thought you wouldn't ask this kind of question." ”

"I'm not as confident as you." Ye Lin sighed, thought about it and added, "I'm really inferior to you." ”

Ling Xiao suddenly laughed, the kind of smile with a little smug and frivolous: "Of course, there are very few people like me. ”

When she spoke, her chin was slightly raised, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and she was slightly drunk, and she didn't look annoying at all, but she was still very ...... Lovely.

Ye Lin couldn't hold back, and suddenly burst out laughing.

At this time, Ling Xiao straightened his expression without warning and looked at him deeply: "How many people can calmly admit that they are inferior to others but do not feel sorry for themselves?" ”

"On that point alone, the word 'useless' is no longer your turn." She had already stopped what she was doing, and a pair of phoenix eyes stared at him fixedly, "You and I are different, there is no need to compare, and there is no way to compare." ”

After she finished speaking, she stood up without waiting for Ye Lin to speak, stretched her waist, and walked to her room by herself: "Don't sleep on the balcony, when the time comes, I will be hugged back to the room by the princess, anyway, the person who is haunted by me must not be me." ”

As the words fell, the door to the guest room closed at the same time.

Ye Lin sat in place, looking at the door that had been closed a little dazed, remembering the last time the princess hugged him, the whole person was stiff and annoyed for a moment, and then he shook his head and laughed all of a sudden.

- It's rare to praise someone once and be so vague and leave after boasting, it's really awkward.

Ye Lin smiled enough, slowly straightened his expression, and sat on the balcony alone in silence and thoughtfulness. After a long time, he took a deep breath as if he had finally made a decision, but the whole person seemed to be a lot more relaxed all of a sudden. He stood up, cleaned up the balcony, and stretched like Ling Xiao had done before, and his steps back to the room were steady and brisk.

……

Ling Xiao didn't ask Ye Lin what he was going to do, on the one hand, she had never liked to ask about private matters with difficulty, and on the other hand, she had been very busy recently.

First, two pieces of old wood have been transported, and Ling Xiao has also begun to chop the qin; Second, the mid-term exams have ended, and now almost all the thoughts of the class are focused on preparing for the art festival in addition to studying.

The list of semi-finals of the calligraphy and painting competitions has been announced, and Ling Xiao is not surprised to find his name among them.

There is no need to prepare much in this regard, anyway, they are all writing and painting in class, and Ling Xiao has recently been pulling Shen Qing to rehearse the dance program of the class.

Ling Xiao doesn't know how to dance, but Shen Qinghui - that is, because she has been learning piano and dance since she was a child, so the position of literary and artistic committee is really well-deserved. The theme of this year's art festival is "Shaoguang", and the little girl lined up a dance, the first half of which was a classical Han and Tang Dynasty dance, and the second half was a modern street dance. I'm afraid that this show is not "to the point" enough, so she also arranged a plot:

"Actually, it's very simple, it's about an ancient person who suddenly came to modern times and saw the passage of time and earth-shaking changes - Shaoguang. You don't have to dance, you just have to walk around and make the connection between the two parts look less abrupt......"

The little girl's "drama" was dancing and full of interest, but Ling Xiao suddenly frowned slightly, as if she was a little distracted.

"Ling Xiao?" Halfway through Shen Qing's speech, he seemed to notice her abnormality, and stopped and called her with some confusion.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, looked at her deeply, and saw that the little girl was holding her arm, her face was full of concern and intimacy, she suddenly laughed again, shook her head, and said softly: "It's nothing, you say, I'll listen." ”

For a moment, she almost wondered if Shen Qing had seen something.

But now it seems that the answer to this question doesn't seem to make much sense.

Shen Qing took her arm and said with great interest, and when she saw Ling Xiao nodding her head, she was so happy that she even bent her eyebrows and eyes, looking extremely delicate. The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked her:

"Ling Xiao, then your costume will be ......"

"Clothing ......" Ling Xiao repeated these two words thoughtfully, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll prepare it myself." ”

Shen Qing was naturally 10,000 relieved of her, so he immediately didn't ask much, nodded and agreed.

At the beginning of December, the school scored and evaluated all kinds of programs in each class, and the fifth class of the second year of high school really achieved gratifying results this time - the third prize in the singing and special categories, the second prize in the language category, and the dance category not only won a first prize, but also was selected for the closing ceremony of the art festival.

As the end of December approaches, the students of No. 1 Middle School are naturally working harder and harder in their homework, and the students who performed at the closing ceremony must not only study hard, but also continue to improve and rehearse their programs under the guidance of the school teachers.

In such intensive study and preparation, the closing ceremony of the art festival finally arrived.

On the evening of December 22, the upper and lower floors of the auditorium of No. 1 High School were full, and even the annex building next to the auditorium, which served as a "broadcast room", was already full of alumni who had come back to watch the ceremony.

The curtain on the stage gradually opened, and the lights came on little by little.

The program of the fifth class of the second year of high school was ranked first after the official start of the closing ceremony, as the introduction of the first theme.

"Below, let's enjoy the dance brought to us by the fifth class of the second year of high school - "Rotten Ke".

- Rotten Ke, this is the name that Ling Xiao gave to this dance. Dian Ren Fang's "Narrative of Differences" tells the story of a woodcutter watching the immortals play in the mountains, but after going down the mountain, he found that a hundred years had already passed, and the world had changed and the vicissitudes of life.

After the host finished reporting behind the scenes, he walked into the curtain on the side of the stage unhurriedly, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

The sound of the flute gradually rose, from far to near, from low to high, the curtain of the stage was gradually raised, the lights gradually turned on, and a figure slowly walked out.

The inky man's robe is layered on top of each other, complicated but not cumbersome; The sleeves are like flowing clouds, and the clothes are in the wind. The figure was straight, the figure was elegant, and his long hair was obviously casually draped over his shoulders, but it did not look sloppy and messy at all, let alone the slightest gloomy, but showed a rare free and easy and casual, and it was completely elegant and elegant.

He slowly walked out of the side of the stage with a flute, his steps leisurely and casual, as if he were walking among the flowers. The spotlight followed his steps and slowly lit up the stage, and the audience saw his face clearly - with elegant facial features and flying eyebrows.

A romantic body.