"That, classmate Li Mingwei, could you please hand in the holiday practice report form assigned by the teacher, you are the only one left in the class......"

"Hoo ......."

"Li Mingwei, you ......"

"I'm annoyed, you ..... disturb me to sleep!"

This was the beginning of everything, the first bad and short conversation between Zhang Chen and the girl named Li Mingwei. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the three years of high school, Zhang Chen has always been the class president of their class, with excellent grades, commendable behavior, and a good relationship with the teacher.

He will unconditionally care about everyone's learning and life in the class, which is commonly known as the mother. It is such a nosy guy who met a girl who couldn't even manage herself well in the class - Li Mingwei. She was transferred to Zhang Chen's class in the first semester of high school, and her appearance immediately raised the average level of girls in the class by more than one grade.......

is such a goddess who is almost perfect in the eyes of the public, but she has a life habit that is difficult for ordinary people to understand: yawning all day long, sleeping on the desk as soon as class is held, and occasionally when she is awake, she does not listen to lectures, but buries herself in writing some music symbols that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. For this matter, all the teachers in the class had opinions on her, and the head teacher also called her to the office many times to talk.

Li Mingwei did her own thing, as always, and did not care about the evaluation of her in the accident world, doing what only problem girls would do in the eyes of normal people.

Adolescent love is always menacing, ignorant age, rebellious character is like the spice of mutual emotional fermentation, in this incomprehensible beautiful years, how many beautiful and ephemeral imprints are still fluctuating to this day The softness of your heart that has been rendered by the accident and human affection.

She's so pretty! That was the simplest and most direct idea in Zhang Chen's heart, but he had to take a few more glances because he was good-looking, even if it was the sleeping position of the other party lying on the desk, with soft long hair, and his body slightly curved, curled up like a kitten.

At that time, the relationship between the two could only be regarded as classmates and creditors and creditors, one was a class leader who urged homework day and night like a peacemaker, and the other was a beautiful high school student who scolded 'stupid' and 'annoying' while half asleep. The real turning point should have occurred during the summer vacation of the first semester of the sophomore year of high school.

During that time, Zhang Chen was obsessed with the guitar, and borrowed an electric guitar from a good friend, so he would find some simple songs to play when he had nothing to do. The reason why I didn't consider the feelings of my next-door neighbor was because there lived a guy who liked to play the piano opposite, and he was a selfish person who didn't have a merit heart and only thought about himself. Whenever Zhang Chen came home from school, the melodious and ethereal sound of the piano began to come, and he accompanied him to dinner and finish his homework until he fell asleep.......

I have to say that it was the best piano performance he had ever heard as a layman, and if it weren't for the fact that he had to wake up early the next day, he would have been happy to enjoy the beautiful music of the 'piano machine' that lived opposite. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep, he would pound the cold wall hard, trying to resist the invasion of beautiful notes with the faint thump.

The sound of the piano on the opposite side will be smaller, and it will only be ..... smaller.

Finally, one night he couldn't stand it anymore, and the furious Zhang Chen opened the bedroom door and rushed out, knocking on a reddish-brown security door for a while, squeak, the door opened.......

What caught her eye was Li Mingwei, who was dressed in pajamas, her heroic eyes turned from anger to shock the moment she opened the door, and the two were stunned at the same time.

However, the momentary stunned was quickly replaced by Li Mingwei's cold tone, "Isn't this our senior class leader, who wants to break into the house in the middle of the night?" As he spoke, he propped up his arms, his white face smiling a little playfully, and his long eyelashes shimmered slightly in the light of the staircase.

At that moment, Li Mingwei in life looked more heartwarming than Li Mingwei in school, who was in a negative mental state, and she brought him a real feeling, as if only here, in front of the piano, constantly playing, and constantly releasing himself, can he prove that he is still alive.

"You also know it's the middle of the night, classmate Li Mingwei, I have to go to class tomorrow." Zhang Chen felt that his scorched heart was pounding, and his gaze became uncertain as he looked at the former.

"I'm taking a leave of absence tomorrow." is still indifferent from thousands of miles away, and the girl named Li Mingwei didn't even give the other party a chance to speak, and slammed the door shut.

That night, Zhang Chen, who was traumatized by both emotion and spirit, silently took out the electric guitar borrowed from his classmates, endured sleepiness, and played a song "Sky City" with jerky and unskilled fingering.

The two of them played the song all night, until the morning light outside the window was faint, until his ten fingers were red. The next day, Zhang Chen was absent from school for the first time ever. It was noon when he woke up, and living alone for a long time made him a self-sufficient foodie in addition to his studies, and after preparing the meal, he thought about the person next door......

Li Mingwei obviously just woke up, with panda eyes that seemed to be bigger, and after opening the security door, she said naturally: "No need." ”

The expected answer, Zhang Chen thought in his heart at that time, is it so difficult that beautiful girls have such strange personalities?

Half an hour later, when Zhang Chen, who was well-fed and well-fed, began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, the sound of a hurried doorbell sounded outside the door. It's Li Mingwei, well, it should be dressed up elegantly dressed Li Mingwei, a neutral shirt, a short black skirt, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and slender long legs.

"There's nothing in the fridge at home, I'll just get to you." A rare hint of embarrassment flashed on Li Mingwei's delicate face, and she didn't care whether Zhang Chen, who was standing there, agreed or not, so she swaggered in. She glanced at the cleaned living room table and sat down naturally.

"Make me something to eat, the sweeter the better." She seems to regard Zhang Chen as her own servant.

"If you're calling your servant, you're probably in the wrong room. There are only leftovers here. Zhang Chen calmly walked into the kitchen, leaving the angry Li Mingwei with a hasty back.

"Your craft is hopelessly rotten like your guitar." Ten minutes later, Li Mingwei, who looked as if everything was expected, shook her head and said that the chicken soup in the bowl was put into her mouth.

Zhang Chen looked at the white cheeks that made his heart pound, and the angular melon seed face looked even more impeccable, if what came out of the other party's mouth at this moment was not mean and against his will, he would probably like her without hesitation like those boys in school.

"I don't know if that fool played with me all night yesterday." He is also cautious about his language.

Li Mingwei seemed to be suddenly unhappy, slapped the porcelain bowl in his hand on the table, the two long strands of hair next to his cheeks drooped down, and the pair of big eyes full of heroism stared at him stubbornly.

"I'm full, thank you." She said something suddenly and painlessly, and then left.

After that, whenever she had time, Li Mingwei would go to Zhang Chen's house for dinner under high-sounding excuses such as "the refrigerator was empty" and "too lazy to go to the supermarket". After slowly understanding Li Mingwei's tastes, Zhang Chen tried to make some egg tarts, cakes and other desserts, although these delicacies that he thought were of professional standard would only be replaced by a simple sentence of 'really unpalatable' after coming into contact with the other party's discerning taste buds.

The piano music at night still continues, echoing on the living room and dining table where the two of them have nothing to talk about, staying in the silent and lonely corridor, shuttling through Zhang Chen's pillow and accompanying him to sleep. Through those lively notes, it seems that a pair of wide, hard palms can be seen like beating elves flying on the black and white piano keys.

He didn't know how he felt when he was asleep.

(ps: This book is about to be recommended, and those who like it will give it a collection!) Thank you! ）