No.32

The third session of the afternoon was art, and I was sitting in Zhang Shanshan's position.

Xia Yu gave me a blank look: "It turns out that this is the purpose of you going to wipe the blackboard for Shanshan in the morning?" ”

I was a little proud: "How's it going, isn't it very far-sighted?" ”

"Dirty deal," she raised an eyebrow, "have you asked me how this client feels?" ”

"I didn't force her, she looked happier than I was."

"Shanshan, this spineless one", she kept poking the ballpoint pen in her hand, "Then let's say, what is the reason for making you so scheming." ”

I took the allegro out of my pocket: "What else could it be?" ”

"You've learned?"

"Nope."

"So—you—and—teach—me?"

"Let's learn together."

She was still very disgusted, but she snatched the allegro in her hand and played with interest, with a unique style at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

In the middle of the night, she fiddled with the two small pieces of iron by herself, standing on the table for a while, holding them in her hands for a while, not talking or ignoring me, the atmosphere was a little awkward, I could only lie on the table, tilt my head to look at her.

After careful calculation, we haven't known each other for more than a month, maybe not even friends, but I always stubbornly think that the girl in front of me is different from others, always want to be close to her, always want to do something out of the ordinary to let her know my existence, but now that it's close, I have nothing to say, I feel that as long as her figure exists in my sight, I am very happy.

She suddenly turned her head, "Have you ever heard of the Morse Code?" ”

"It doesn't seem to be," I was pulled back to reality by this sudden question, "what are you talking about?" ”

"A kind of signal code used on the radio in the early days," she said, with a hint of smugness in it.

"Let's talk more, the more detailed the better," I finally grabbed a topic, no matter what password it is, I can't easily let it go anyway.

"I've always seen the Titanic, and the Morse code is used to call for help in the movie."

"It's the one with headphones and the one who keeps pressing it in his hand?" I gestured exaggeratedly as I spoke, gesturing, giving my understanding.

She couldn't hold back her laughter and stared at me wide-eyed: "That's the telegraph, and the message it sends is the Morse code." ”

"Okay", I put my hands on my head, "it doesn't matter, no one else knows anyway, you just laugh." ”

"It seems that you really don't know", so she took the allegro in her right hand and played, and after a while, she knocked the pen in her left hand on the table a few times, and the allegro hit it, and she made a drop in her mouth, and the ballpoint pen knocked on the table, and she made a click in her mouth, and it kept knocking in front of me.

My gut told me I was being fooled, but the way I was fooled was a bit advanced, and I couldn't even talk back.

"This classmate, Mingren doesn't do dark things", I reminded her, "can we communicate in a normal way?" ”

"I didn't do anything", she tried to defend herself, but the smile on her face betrayed her easily.

I'm not angry, and I'm even thankful for the Morse code, and while I don't really know what it is, it's a good thing for the current scenario.

"Can you tell me what you were doing?"

"Guess."