Si Jing was really angry, and he was trying to tease her.

"It's done, I'm kidding you, go up quickly, it's windy." Si Jing handed her the bag.

Wen Tingwan nodded, and smiled at him.

But he didn't turn around for a long time, "Si Jing, you and Brother Chu Heng are different, I'm sure." ”

She immediately turned, her steps becoming more and more brisk.

It's not that she doesn't understand the excitement of youth, but she also understands that 17-year-olds are too immature and have too many ideals to pursue, so they might as well wait and put the answer in the years later.

When he returned home in the evening, Ji Yuebin had already arrived home.

It seems that the factory has not been working overtime recently, so he left work much earlier than usual, so he is cooking in the kitchen at this time.

"Xiaowan is back, make your favorite tomato brisket today."

"Uncle, I'll help you." Wen Tingwan smiled and put down his schoolbag and walked into the kitchen.

Liu Xiangru walked out of the bathroom, "Yes, yes, I bought the brisket at the vegetable market this morning, but it's fresh." Seeing that Wen Tingwan was about to enter the kitchen, he reached out and stopped her.

"Leave some room for your uncle to play, girl's family, what do you always want to do in the kitchen?" Liu Xiangru handed her a box of yogurt.

"That's it, Xiaowan, you and your aunt are waiting in the living room to eat." Ji Yuebin smiled gently.

The pink apron tied around his waist doesn't match his temperament very well, but it shows his soft temperament.

"Let's go, Auntie has something to discuss with you." Liu Xiangru's face was mysterious.

Wen Tingwan was pushed away by her, her aunt was sometimes unexpectedly childlike.

Last time I went to the supermarket, I had to pull Wen Tingwan to catch dolls with her.

Ji Yuebin also loved his wife, so he waited next to the machine with a large bag and a small bag.

"What, Auntie?"

Liu Xiangru said bluntly, "I know that you play the violin well, at the end of November, there is a singing competition in our community, Xiao Wan, I don't know if you have time, play the piano for us." ”

After a pause, she added, "If you're too busy with your studies, you won't be in trouble." ”

"How so? Auntie's business is my business. Wen listened carefully to the evening.

She thought it was a matter of accompaniment, and she was glad to do it.

"Really?" Liu Xiangru looked pleasantly surprised, and Wen Tingwan smiled and nodded.

Recently, as soon as dinner was over, Liu Xiangru went to the community square to arrange the show, she likes to sing very much, and she is usually very active in signing up for this kind of competition, and she started preparing so early, and it seems that she also attaches great importance to this show.

It's not a difficult thing for Wen Tingwan, the song has to be practiced every day, and she also wants to help her aunt.

Wen Tingwan and Liu Xiangru sat on the sofa and chatted.

Liu Xiangru is a very talkative person, from time to time to ask this, and then ask that, Wen Tingwan was a little dull in front of her, but there has been a great change.

Although it is more of a stable appearance, it is faintly able to see the girl's delicate posture.

"It's eaten, it's eaten." Ji Yuebin brought out the food from the kitchen like magic.

The dinner table was the same as usual, plain but warm.

Ji Yuebin didn't talk much, more often than not, Liu Xiangru was talking, and he echoed a few words from time to time.

Wen Tingwan gradually became chirping, like a magpie resting on the camphor tree outside the window.

"Our instructor is fierce......"

"After the military training, we have a theatrical performance."

"I have a good friend who probably plays the piano, but I haven't heard him play yet."

…………

Those stubborn stones that were once unavailable and suppressed in their hearts dissipated at this moment as the wind and clouds outside the window dissipated.

Wen Tingwan didn't waste any time, and after dinner, she began to practice after being urged back to her room as usual.

I don't know what to think, but by the time she reacted, her mobile phone had already begun to play "The Wind".

She couldn't cry or laugh at her inexplicable movements, and went to the Internet to find a version of the score.

Humming softly, "Stop and go along the way, follow the traces of the teenager's drifting......"

"When I first knew this world, I was nostalgic for everything, looking at the horizon as if it was in front of me, and I was willing to go to the soup and go to walk around it......"

At first, she wasn't very proficient in pulling, but she was very impressed by the lyrics.

The atmosphere created by the tune is just right, as if they are adults, standing in front of the door of the college entrance examination, reminiscing about their past youth.

Go to the soup and go through the youth!

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She slept a little late last night because of a headache for a math problem, and she was still a little sleepy this morning.

But I have to say that she has never had insomnia in Ningxi.

Looking at the arc of crescent moon outside the window, thinking a little distracted, she patted her head, okay, it was all before, and now, it is different. Wen Tingwan thought silently in his heart.

"Huh... Call. ”

Si Jing looked at her third yawn this morning, and asked helplessly, "What time did you sleep last night?" ”

“……”

"Ten past two." Wen Tingwan still told the truth.

"......" Si Jing supported his forehead, sometimes he really felt that this girl had a big heart, and more often his heart was numb, with a fine sense of pain.

How hard must she have worked to develop this habit? Everything requires the best, but even if you are a genius, where can you have so much, the only way - time.

"Why?"

"Because it's what I'm supposed to do, what I need to do, and I have to stick to it even if it's hard." Wen Tingwan smiled at him,

If you can't persuade him, Si Jing is about to have a myocardial infarction.

"Okay, I'll tell you a secret, do you want to hear it?"

Si Jing raised his eyebrows, "I want to hear about it." ”

"I'm so happy!" After speaking, he jumped forward with a cigarette, and did not forget to be funny, and pulled the strap of Si Jing's schoolbag.

Si Jing couldn't hold back a smile and followed.

"Hey, slow down." It's like a rabbit, and it's pretty fast.

"It's getting late, go fast." Wen listened to him late and urged him.

The ordinary alley was once the most magnificent existence in Wen Tingwan's heart.

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Si Jing still couldn't escape the fate of being driven to the shelves, and the head teacher made a special trip to find a school music teacher to guide them.

Mr. Zhao looks to be about forty years old, and the skirt on his body is particularly eye-catching, as if the original white dress has been splashed with ink, but it is very literary and artistic.

"Uh-huh, the piano is good, the chorus is not good, you still have to practice, and as for this guitar, hmm...... Not quite right. ”

Su Xin was standing there waiting for praise, but she didn't expect the teacher's next words to make her petrify on the spot, and practicing until midnight last night was like a joke.

"Is there anyone in the class who can play the violin, the violin has a wide vocal range, and the song and the piano ensemble will work very well." It's not that Su Xin plays badly, and the teacher tries to ensure that it doesn't hurt her self-esteem.

"Hey, I thought she was so good."

"That is to say, he looks superior and dies laughing."

"Oh, okay, let's talk less, at least people are still up, you can spray so much, why didn't you get on?"

"Just say it."

Whispers from the audience.

…………

"Wanwan, will you, do you want to go?" Fu Meng said excitedly.

"Ah......h

"Is there anyone in the class who will? Raise your hand if you can. ”

Wen Tingwan was thinking about it, she suddenly hesitated a little, and when she saw Si Jing standing on the podium, she suddenly had a thought, wanting to stand side by side with him, stand under the flashlight, and stand in the best seventeen years old in her life.

"I will." Wen Tingwan raised his hand.

It was unexpected by Si Jing, Fu Meng, and Zhao Zhe.

Because she had mentioned before that she didn't want to participate and had her own arrangements.

So just now the teacher asked on the stage if anyone knew how to play the violin, and the three of them tacitly did not speak.

"Wen Tingwan, classmates, come and try."

She nodded, took the violin in the school music classroom handed over by Teacher Zhao, and glanced at Si Jing.

The teacher had prepared the score in advance, and Wen Tingwan raised his right hand.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her arms and harp, like a god descending on the red dust.

"The evening breeze blows the gray hair between your temples......"

The first time they cooperated, Wen Tingwan and Si Jing had a tacit understanding, except that they were not familiar enough with the song itself, they did not have any flaws in their professional aspects.

"Bang Bang!"

Teacher Zhao applauded.

"Wonderful cooperation, I think you must have gone through many times to achieve this level, your familiarity and grasp of the instruments under your hand is really beyond my imagination."

Wen Tingwan smiled faintly, Si Jing stared at the girl, and the corners of his mouth never went down.

The accompaniment is more perfect, and everyone's performance is better.

That's how the chorus is settled.

Wen Tingwan didn't think about it that much, and did it if she wanted to.

It's just that this matter is still hotly discussed in the small group of several of them at night.

Si Jing, Zhao Zhe, Jin Hao, Wu Chengtao, Feng Yue, Fu Meng and Wen Tingwan are all in this group.