TMISIU- chapter 19

He suppressed his voice and said, “If I tell you that I want to cry now, but there is no place to cry, are you satisfied?”

Lan Zhan frowned slightly and looked at him, but said nothing.

Wei Ying lowered his head again and scolded himself fiercely in his heart.

It was not good to make up a reason, and he actually said that he wanted to cry.

He never cried in front of people.

It was too damn humiliating.

Wei Ying just wanted to take the regret pills.

He picked up the pen in a panic and was about to continue working on the problem when his right wrist was suddenly held tightly by one hand, and then came Lan Zhan’s cold voice: “Follow me.”

Before he could react, Lan Zhan pulled him up from his seat, and with such force that he staggered a few times.

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t you want to cry? Find a place to cry for you.” Lan Zhan’s tone sounded impatient, he didn’t even look back.

In a few words, Wei Ying had been dragged out of the back door of the classroom.

At this time it was approaching the evening self-study time so a lot of people were walking into the classroom.

Some of them looked over strangely, thinking that they were going to fight.

Lan Zhan took a few steps and then released his hand.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan’s tall figure and squeezed his hand, not daring to follow.

“It’s time for night study.” He said.

“Skip.” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying felt that Lan Zhan seemed to be angry again, but he never understood why Lan Zhan was angry.

Maybe it was just because he disobeyed him and didn’t tell him the truth.

But who let Lan Zhan always poke him in the heart?

Wei Ying followed Lan Zhan silently all the way, like an escorted prisoner, being taken to the top floor of Yuxi Building.

He couldn’t help the surprise on his face when he saw Lan Zhan took out the key to open the door.

“What did you bring me to the concert hall?”

“Can you hold your tears here?” Lan Zhan asked as he opened the door and turned to look at Wei Ying.

Behind him was a huge concert hall that was empty and unmanned.

The long French windows on a whole wall stood still, and the purple and grey mist were quietly burned by the last setting sun.

It burned into the concert hall through the long window, burned on the silent black piano in the hall, and burned in Wei Ying’s eyes.

Wei Ying seemed to hear something beating violently in the silence.

His nose suddenly became sore, and his eyes were scorching hot, but his mouth bravely said, “I don’t want to cry.”

On the way to follow Lan Zhan, those things seemed to have blown away with the evening breeze in October, leaving only a shadow on his heart.

He wanted to cry now, but not because of those things.

Lan Zhan looked at him without speaking.

Wei Ying suddenly remembered that he was hiding outside the concert hall that day and saw Lan Zhan playing the piano.

He awkwardly imitated Lan Zhan’s gestures with his fingers, his eyes greedy and hot.

“But I want to hear you play the piano.” Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan, with a clear and gleaming expectation in his eyes, “Can you?”

Lan Zhan was silent for a moment, and said to him, “Can.”

He walked to the piano chair and sat down. He opened the piano lid and looked at Wei Ying, “What do you want to hear?”

Wei Ying didn’t know anything about music. He only knew “To Alice”, which made him a little embarrassed.

He entangled his fingers and said coyly, “I want to listen to the music you played that day.”

“Okay.”

Lan Zhan stretched out his fingers, and unfamiliar but also familiar music overflowed under his slender fingers.

The setting sun hanging down from the long window suddenly broke free from the twilight.

The red-gold twilight shot through the glass, intertwined and jumping on the deep side of Lan Zhan’s face with the last afterglow of the setting sun.

Wei Ying reacted violently in the twilight, he didn’t tell Lan Zhan which day it was.

Then he finally heard that the violent beating sound was coming from his chest, getting bigger and louder, resonating with the piano in the empty concert hall, and flashing together in the last afterglow.

Standing in the center of the concert hall, Wei Ying looked at the person playing the piano in front of him, and seemed to be dreaming a dream more magnificent than the twilight.

He thought.

Only he could hear this tune.

This person, he also wanted to own him alone.

“What is the name of this song?” Wei Ying asked after Lan Zhan stopped his finger.

“Wuji on Christmas.” Lan Zhan put down his hand and replied.

Wei Ying was stunned, thinking the name was strange.

He watched as Lan Zhan covered the piano, and got up from the piano chair, Wei Ying said in a very low voice that only he could hear: “My birthday is also on Christmas.”

It was a snowing Christmas.

Lan Zhan didn’t seem to hear it, he asked him, “Are you in a better mood now?”

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan. In the dim light, the corners of his mouth curled up more and more.

He said, “Lan Zhan, do you want to comfort me so you drag me here?”

Lan Zhan frowned and walked towards the door, leaving a dark back and a cold voice: “It’s just because it’s ugly to look at you trying to hold your tears.”

Wei Ying was stunned, and hurriedly followed, for fear that he would lock himself in.

The door of the concert hall was quickly closed, and the last trace of the setting sun and the piano lingering sound were also locked inside.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan’s hand locking the door, he lost his courage again, and said like a kid: “I know, usually if you’re in a bad mood, you will definitely come here to hide and cry, right.”

Lan Zhan glanced at him coldly and walked towards the stairs with the key, without speaking.

Wei Ying hated that he couldn’t get rid of the stinky problem of forgetting his roots when he was happy, and asking for an inch when he was proud.

“I have a mobile phone, can I add your WeChat?” Wei Ying took out the mobile phone he had forgotten for a long time from his pocket.

Turning on the flashlight of the phone, he dangled the light in the dim corridor.

But Lan Zhan still ignored him, with a cold face that was very arrogant.

It was over.

Couldn’t coax him back.

Wei Ying followed Lan Zhan all the way back to the classroom with grief.

As soon as he entered the door, Nei Xiaoting’s cold eyes were fixed on the spot.

“The former and current champion of being late for English class, are you two planning to win the double challenge for night study absenteeism together?” Nei Xiaoting chuckled slightly with her arms in her chest.

Wei Ying took the initiative to admit his mistakes with a very positive attitude: “Teacher, I was wrong, and he was also wrong. We will never do it again.”

Lan Zhan still had a cold face, with a very negative attitude.

Nei Xiaoting didn’t expect Lan Zhan to admit his mistakes so she replied slowly: “Just know that you are wrong. Go back and write an English essay for me.”

Wei Ying breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his seat with Lan Zhan.

Nei Huaisang in the front row couldn’t help turning his head back and Nei Xiaoting coldly snorted: “Some people don’t use their heads, they can donate it to those in need.”

Nei Huaisang turned back silently.

Wei Ying quickly wrote an English essay.

While Nei Xiaoting was out, he took out a paper from the drawer and started to draw his comics, thinking of what to draw for a while but he still didn’t have an idea.

He turned his head and looked out of the window.

The setting sun was long gone, only the last bit of burnt blue ash was left in the deep purple sky.

An icy moon slowly rose from the horizon, and was gently wrapped by a group of thin and soft pale white clouds, revealing a hazy and gentle light yellow color.

He bowed his head and drew on the paper.

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In the evening, Lan Zhan returned to the room with his backpack. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

“Have the guard call up the surveillance record at the gate from 5:30 to 7 o’clock this evening, send it to me.”

After hanging up the phone, he used a marker to circle the next date on the calendar on the desk.

Then he opened an English novel, took out a piece of paper from it and opened it.

The protagonist in the painting had returned to the original moon and meteorite.

Little meteorite: “There is a cloud in the sky, can I eat the heartbroken moon?“

Moon: “No.”

Little meteorite: “Then sprinkle a handful of salt on me and eat the little meteorite baked with salt, Ok!”