CHAPTER XXVII

From time to time, lightning swept across the gloomy sky, accompanied by a rumbling thunder, and the restless factor in the air trembled and was ready to go.

The music striking on the keys seems to penetrate the screen, tempting every tiny speck of dust to dance with it.

Croatia is soaked in blood, the war is raging, and the smoke has not yet cleared in the ruins. The smoke rising from it was lonely and miserable, marking the end of life.

There are no flowers, no birds, no people.

There is only an endless gray, hazy sky.

The violin is so sad that it makes people cry, and the music is carried by the piano step by step, and all the rhythms are intense to spew out sadness and anger.

Everyone stared at the electronic screen with bated breath, and several teenagers full of hope were distributed on the stage, and the pale green beams of light in the pitch darkness followed closely.

Ren Erfat beat the drum kit, his fat face wrinkled because of the input, trembling with the rhythm, indescribably funny. The photographer seemed to be afraid that he would steal the scene too much and spoil the atmosphere, so the camera turned to Chen Lin, who was in command, and then slowly swept to Cheng Sigu. The campus prince is indescribably handsome at this moment, sweat soaked his forehead, bursting on the strings, and his slender hand accusing the bow of the piano sometimes melancholy and sometimes passionate, how to look at how it makes people want to lick the screen.

Immediately after the camera shifts to the piano, the photographer seems to be particularly fond of the man, giving him long shots several times, even down to the fluttering eyelashes.

Zhou Huaijing was simply wearing a white shirt, sweat came out of his forehead finely, slowly condensed into a bead of sweat the size of a bean, slid down the arc of his eyebrows, passed by the smooth side face, and then hung on his chin. When I played the piano, my movements were louder than usual, and I didn't notice that there were beads of sweat hitting my eyelashes. If sweat falls into his eyes, it will definitely cause pain, Zhou Huaijing can only blink his right eye secretly, but the camera is right in front of him, so it looks like he deliberately blinked his eyes lightly at the audience.

Lu Yu's gaze was completely focused on the man, as if a hand was tentatively groping for that face.

Rubbing his sweaty forehead, gently rubbing his brow, caressing his thin eyelids, feeling the restless movement of his eyeballs under his eyelids, and then the calloused palms encompassing his cheeks, thumbs up and bullying soft, overwhelmed lips.

Zhang Qiming watched in amazement as Second Master Lu's hair curled up, and then another, and then another...... Then frantically uncontrollably snapped and heard the miserable moaning of the balm. groaning and being stripped off, my hair stood on end like that......

Ah, a hundred secrets, how did he forget this stubble?

Zhang Qiming had already noticed that many children around him had cast all kinds of strange eyes.

The music continues, and there is a decadent depression in the barren battlefield.

But there's life lurking in it.

Thundered.

The wind and thunder echoed, and under the broken rubble, it seemed that a seed responded to the call of heaven, stretched its buds, pushed away the gravel with its soft arms, and quietly poked out of the ground.

The weak little bud trembles in the wind, endured the devastation, but gives birth to hope.

Little by little, it buds and slowly, slowly unfolds its petals.

Small white flowers bloomed in the ruins.

Like boiling water, bubbles bubble up bigger and bigger, and finally burst out of the pot and burst into every inch of air.

It wasn't until the end of the music that the four of them walked to the front of the stage to thank them, and the applause thundered.

Everyone in the square stood up excitedly, cheering, clapping and whistling, shouting against the wind.

Zhou Huaijing's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the camera swept over the back of his thin shirt sticking to his back when he stepped off the stage.

Lu Yu's eyes deepened, staring at the figure faintly.

When Zhou Huaijing arrived backstage, several people looked at each other silently, looking at each other, and after a while, the three of them grinned at the same time, happily throwing themselves down and rolling together with Zhou Huaijing.

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu is really discerning!" Cheng Sigule was enough, and he pouted and was about to kiss Zhou Huai's white and tender face, but fortunately, a palm covered his mouth mercilessly and dragged him back.

Lu Chang looked at him condescendingly, and several people didn't dare to make any more noise when they saw him coming, so they got out of the way. Zhou Huaijing was suddenly relieved, his hair had been rubbed, his clothes were messily worn on his body, and the redness on his cheeks from playing had not faded when he got up from the ground, and he looked like he had been ravaged severely. It's like it's overrun.

Zhou Huaijing looks too detailed, although she doesn't look like a girl, her eyebrows and eyes are exquisite like God's treasured edition, that look is inexplicably blushing, Ren Erpang and Chen Lin don't start at the same time. Ren Erfat touched his stomach and sighed, what the, God must have taken a nap when he made him, and his eyes and eyebrows were almost twisted.

Zhang Li stood timidly outside the door and watched for a while, and when Zhou Huaijing's eyes noticed her, she lowered her head and walked over with a red face and courage.

Everyone looked at the little girl meaningfully. Zhang Li's face burned red, and he said softly to Zhou Huaijing: "Thank you for helping me." ”

Zhou Huaijing blinked, he was thinking that he didn't seem to be helping her, but helping Cheng Sigu, and in this way, it seems that he shouldn't accept the other party's gratitude.

Several people didn't react at all when they saw Zhou Huaijing standing there in a daze, and the red tide on Zhang Li's face gradually faded, and his timid and embarrassed appearance looked really pitiful. Cheng Sigu was the first to react, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, thank you so much tonight, otherwise the performance will be ruined." ”

"Huaijing plays the piano so well." Chen Lin said.

"Hey, hey, thank you, Huaijing is also from our 1st class." Ren Erpang was cheeky, "Let's live together, die together, share honor and disgrace." ”

"Who gave birth to you with you?" Chen Lin pouted in disgust.

Zhou Huaijing felt a little novel, the words circled around his lips and tongue twice, and said to Zhang Li: "I am from Class 1." His heart was filled with inexplicable satisfaction, like being stuffed with soft cotton, Zhou Huaijing wrote it down and decided to go back and ask his brother.

Zhang Li was stunned for a moment, then raised a pear-like smile and nodded lightly: "Well, we are a collective." ”

"By the way, Zhang Li, why did that Wang Yi deliberately splash you with water?" Ren Erfat clenched his fists hatefully. That Princess Wang Yi was very sick and usually arrogant, but I had never seen her blatantly bully people like this before, or before such an important performance. If Zhang Li is embarrassed in front of the audience, won't Chenguang make a fool of himself in the whole country at that time?

Zhang Li shook his head blankly: "I don't know. I never spoke to her. She looked at her wrapped right hand, and felt a little aggrieved in her heart.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, I'll investigate." Cheng Sigu comforted her. Zhang Li's personality is clear to everyone, he is timid and introverted, even an ant is afraid, and he will not deliberately conflict with people at all. Wang Yi stared at her, either because she didn't like it, or because she had something hidden that even Zhang Li didn't know.

A few people planned to have a meal, but it didn't suit the weather and time.

After the performance, Lu Chang, Zhou Huaijing and Cheng Sigu left school together. At the school gate, Cheng Sigu's father drove there after watching the performance and waited for him.

Although Cheng Sigu often shouts poverty, his father is actually the mayor of the city, a serious second-generation official. No, the family style is clear, and the family education is also strict, Cheng Sigu has not contracted the disease of extravagance at all. On the contrary, Cheng Sigu takes the bus to and from school every day, and the pocket money is really pitiful in a place like Chenguang, where local tyrants run all over the place.

After he left, Lu Chang's driver also drove over. Lu Chang walked to the car, and suddenly received a call that he had something to go to the company, and he was not worried about Zhou Huaijing's safety, so he asked the driver to send him home and ran to take a taxi by himself.

When Zhou Huaijing got into the car, his mind was dizzy, nauseous and uncomfortable, and his face was pale.

He curled up in the back seat and fell asleep in a daze.

After a night of thunder, the sky finally poured down, and crackling raindrops smashed on the windows of the car, blurring the scene outside the car.

Zhou Huaijing was in a daze, the car started and stopped, and there was vaguely rain being swept in by the wind, and it was cool and cool. He tried to open his eyes, but a handkerchief between his nose with a faint aroma and medicinal smell hit him, invaded his lungs and disturbed his thoughts.

Zhou Huaijing let the fragrance drag him deeper into a deeper blur, just because the smell carried the familiar smell of the person.

Faintly, his head lay on the man's lap, and a big hand with the cold smell of rain and mist gently brushed the wet hair on his forehead, as if a pair of eyes were staring at his closed eyebrows intently and affectionately.

The man traced his eyebrows with one hand tenderly, and patted his arm lightly with the other, as if luring a mischievous child to sleep.

The silent carriage is filled with a cold fragrance, and the waltz of the violin and accordion echoes melodiously and gorgeously.

Zhou Huaijing was in the dark and closed, and heard a call from a distant place.

The man was calling his name.

-- Huaijing.

-- Huaijing.

“…… Huaijing, Huaijing. ”

Zhou Huaijing opened his eyes, and his brother was standing outside the car, looking at him with an umbrella. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from his seat, the driver smiling at him with no one else in the car.

No scent, no waltz, just the noise of the rain.

It was like an unnoticed dream, slipping through his hand without a trace.

Zhou Huaijing touched his eyes, as if there was still residual warmth there. He climbed out of the car and stood under his brother's umbrella.

The moment he closed the door, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue and white checkered handkerchief under the place where he had just sit, which was messily flattened by him.

Zhou Huaijing's dim eyes were lit up almost instantly, like a match struck in the dark night, and his whole heart brightened.

Zhou Huaixiu saw the corners of his brother's mouth slightly upturned, like a cat who had stolen a small dried fish, and his eyes were indescribably proud and satisfied.

"What's so much fun?" The vinegar jar of the Zhou family has been promoted to a vinegar jar, and there are already signs of overturning.

Zhou Huaijing looked back blankly, his brother was so naïve, like an awkward child. He raised his hand and touched his brother's head, and sure enough, he saw his expression on the sunny day.

Zhou Huaijing looked at the eldest brother: My brother is indeed so naïve.