Yang Qian is more concerned about Zeyu in all aspects and takes care of everything. And the feeling for Zeyu is soft and warm, like the sunshine in summer and spring, which may have something to do with her temperament.

Hey, hey, I'm not married yet, so I know how to be a thrifty and considerate housewife, and I'm envious. With such words in front of me as a bachelor, I have drowned out envy and hatred with envy. Peng Kang was really jealous, and he sighed and continued, why don't you say I can't meet such a good girl as you.

Hehe, I'll come across it slowly in the future. Yang Qian was praised by Peng Kang's words, and said with a smile on her face,

After Zeyu's heart was warmly moved, there was a throbbing pain in his heart. Yang Qian even knows what he likes to eat and the guitar he has always desired, but he doesn't know what she likes to eat, what color she likes, and what kind of wishes she has in her heart.

About her bits and pieces, he suddenly felt so strange to her at this moment, because in addition to his classmates, he knew that her name was Yang Qian, a student in the tenth class of high school, and her home was somewhere. He didn't seem to know anything about the rest of the story. This is not due to the fact that they have known each other for more than a semester, but because he does not care about her and does not care.

If he can solve the problem by saying sorry, Zeyu hopes that he will keep saying it in a loop. It seems that this is because I really think too much, and the trajectory of things in the world will not be like this, as long as I make a decision, it is useless to say sorry no matter how much.

Zeyu was silent in his heart, and from time to time perfunctory their words, he walked through the streets outside the campus, lined with willow trees. It's the beginning of April, and catkins are flying all over the sky, and if it's cloudy, some people will think it's snowing. The weather in April, against the backdrop of the sun, is a bit like the snow in June. Yang Qian grabbed a ball of catkins on the ground that was blown together by the wind and wrapped like a ball of cotton, and gently held her hands in front of Zeyu, making him look like a snowball. Zeyu nodded with a smile, and at the moment when Zeyu nodded and smiled, she blew hard, and all the catkins pounced on Zeyu's face, a little itchy, and more often felt the softness of the catkins. Zeyu was smiling, and Yang Qian was also smiling happily.

Let's go quickly, don't play, I'm so hungry, hurry home, see what my mother has made for me, Peng Kang urged, a little hungry.

, I was relish at the school gate just now, why didn't I know I was hungry when I watched the beauties? Zeyu said. Yang Qian smiled when she heard his heroic deeds.

Zeyu also felt that the time was not early, and he was still in class in the afternoon, so he sped up his pace and disappeared into the street where they went back and forth and walked N times.

The next day, there was only one last self-study class left. Lu Zeyu felt that he had not gone to the concert hall to listen to the music teacher's lecture for several days. Except for Wang Lizhen's math class, I always get distracted in other classes, and I can't listen to what I want to do. Coupled with the recent emotional turmoil, today is Wednesday, and he will participate in the Mathematics Olympiad next Monday, and he doesn't want to miss an opportunity to show his math teacher in terms of his strengths. He wanted to soothe and relax himself.

Not long after entering, to his surprise, the math teacher Wang Lizhen also walked in, he wondered what it was about, before he could figure it out, Wang Lizhen sat down, and it was behind him. The rest is not important to her anymore, she sits next to her important taxi, even if she doesn't say anything, this feeling can make him feel happy, this is the main thing.

Music class is a more free class, and often the teacher will ask everyone to go up and sing a song to liven up the atmosphere and the enthusiasm of the students. Zeyu actually used to study under a lot of pressure, so he would come to this class in a relaxed form.

The music teacher talks about the development of modern music on stage, usually just a few minutes after class, followed by singing and instrument practice.

Wang Lizhen sat behind him, he felt a kind of happiness in his heart, and his curiosity strongly urged him why he came to listen to music lessons. At first, I can hold back my curiosity, but I can't carry it. So I decided to write a note and hand it over and ask.

Why do you also come to music lessons? Didn't you teach us math? While the music teacher was writing chalk on the blackboard, he mustered up the courage to quietly hand it over.

Wang Lizhen looked at it, smiled faintly, and wrote on the back of the note: I have read all the homework and filing, I am very bored in the office, and I like music and piano, so I said hello to the music teacher to relieve me.

Zeyu went back to the original way, wait a while and talk to us, almost no one plays any piano. If I were a piano, it wouldn't make me angry, and it was hard for a unique designer to make it, but no one used it, so sad. Wait a moment to give us a bullet.

Hehe, you're quite humorous, well, now concentrate on the class, don't absent-mindedly pass the note, so as not to let the music teacher see you. Wang Lizhen wrote.

I just took the note and wanted to write it back to her, but the music teacher called him up and asked him to sing a song, because he hadn't been seen in class for a long time. Zeyu went up to the teacher and told the teacher that he generally listened to it in popularity, and rarely listened to the famous ethnic music that the teacher talked about, and asked the music teacher if it was okay to sing a popular one.

The music teacher was a little more open-minded, saying that it didn't matter, that he could sing whatever he wanted, and that it was a good thing that young people had their own opinions.

Zeyu feels that there is a song he has listened to, which is very suitable for his current situation, the person he loves the most dare not confess, and the person he doesn't love dare not hurt. watched Wang Lizhen below affectionately and sang "It's a pity it's not you", he especially liked these three sentences: I think I have more power to care about you. Maybe you've stepped into someone else's landscape. I hope there is also a projection of starlight.

After Zeyu finished singing, he remembered a burst of applause, the music teacher seemed to understand something, he was more knowledgeable than the music teacher who was near, and he could still understand it, and said jokingly that the grade is still young, and it is so tangled to love someone. Study hard, and when you talk about it in college, you won't be so entangled.

As soon as the music teacher said it, the students below began to make a commotion, and youth was already in turmoil. Some say it below, some say it below. Saint Seiya, be brave and love, God will take care of you! As soon as this sentence was said, it led to laughter, and Wang Lizhen also laughed.

Zeyu walked down and sat down, thinking about the happiness he could touch. Come, let me introduce to you, the music teacher said, pointing to Wang Lizhen, who was sitting in the back, and said to the class. This is our teacher Wang, who likes music more, so she came to learn and learn, she plays the piano very well, do you want to listen to it.

When the male comrades saw it, there was a commotion, want, want. I don't know which male compatriot who didn't control his voice, showed his evil side, and said in a lewd voice that I wanted. provoked a trace of embarrassment on Wang Lizhen's face. The music teacher almost scolded in a frenzy, but in front of Wang Lizhen, he controlled his words. Say don't make trouble, a class time is short, everyone cherishes it, no one has played the piano much, let Mr. Wang play it for us today.

The piano was placed not far from the entrance, as if it was not only the school's piano, but also other places. Zeyu didn't know why, no one played the piano before, there was a thick layer of ash, and no one cleaned it. Today it was clean, the piano was made of wood, and the outside was painted with a layer of red paint. It looks like a classical and elegant style, and it makes people feel comfortable. In the past, maybe the dust fell too thick and I didn't pay attention to it. Today, I wiped it clean, my dream lover was about to play, he observed it very carefully, and he had a completely different feeling, and even had an urge to learn the piano.

What song Wang Lizhen plays, Zeyu doesn't know what it's called, because he doesn't pay much attention to the piano, except for the piano, he has heard Beethoven's Symphony of Life, and he has never heard anything else. But the main melody gave him a good feeling, let him indulge in the melody, and the feeling of silence came from the fluctuations in her heart.

Spring is a windy season, and the breeze is warm and blows gently. A gust of wind blew and stirred the long hair of Wang Lizhen, who was playing the piano on the side, and at that moment, Zeyu felt that she was charming to death. He smirked for a moment, thinking about how good it would be if he couldn't get it, and he didn't ask for anything else, just just to look at her quietly, obsessed with her, and be willing to do so.

The sound of the jingle bell pulled back his thoughts, and he came back to his senses, it was over, and the applause of the male compatriots was fierce.

Wang Lizhen saw that the class was over, and she didn't know what to say to the music teacher and left. The applause continued, because she hadn't walked past the window. In fact, most of their drumming is not applause, but from the impulse of youth for beautiful women. The music teacher gestured with his hands that the applause could disappear, and they stopped suddenly.

Zeyu walked out of the classroom and stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, the sunshine at dusk on his face, not dazzling at all. He looked at the third floor of the office building on his right, the window of the office he was interested in. Thinking in a mess, staring at the window.

Yang Qian and Peng Kang went downstairs, Yang Qian looked at Zeyu curiously, and looked in the direction of Zeyu's gaze. Looking over, she saw that she was looking at the window of their math teacher Wang Lizhen on the third floor, she didn't think much about it, so she waved and shouted at Zeyu on the fourth floor.

Maybe it was because he was standing too high, Yang Qian came over when he saw him, and Peng Kang also followed. Zeyu went down the stairs, went to the classroom to pack his schoolbag, and went home with them, Zeyu rarely spoke along the way, Peng Kang chattered non-stop, Zeyu didn't pay much attention. Maybe it was because Zeyu wanted to participate in the Olympiad, so under pressure, Zeyu walked silently, and Peng Kang didn't bother. Yang Qian coped with it all the way, and looked at Zeyu from time to time.