It seems that in addition to eight classes in the third year of the senior high school class, there are no participants in class eight, but it is not because everyone has to work hard to review the preparation for the college entrance examination, just because there are no projects in class eight. Come down. (The best experience in novel reading lies in [])

Last time basketball could be played like that, it is estimated that it can already enter the history of the fourth lieutenant colonel, the rookie team's counterattack.

Gu Fei is kind of looking forward to the school sports meeting. On Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and the three-day school sports meeting, he can take a break from watching the game from this afternoon, self-study in the afternoon, and supplementary classes on the weekend. Ten people are considered miracles.

I can hear the progress of various events in the school broadcast all morning, and the radio drafts submitted by each class. It sounds the same. Gu Fei feels that the radio drafts he heard when he was in elementary school. .

In this autumn and high season, our fourth high school has ushered in the unknown number of campus sports games. There are colorful flags flying on the playground, crowds of people, and a warm atmosphere. Everyone is flexing their muscles and want to show their skills and win honor for their class. You see, On the 100-meter track over there ...

"Don't you come to school this afternoon?" Jiang Yan asked aside.

"Well," Gu Fei tilted his head, "I'm taking a set of photos these days, the street view, the weather has been good these two days, I go out in the afternoon."

"A magazine?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Yes, a new broken magazine, I know an editor who went out from us. I learned from him when I took a picture before," Gu Fei whispered. "If it works, this time it ’s quite long. It ’s big, and it has a lot of money. ”

"That's fine," Jiang Yan looked even happier than him. "What subject matter?"

"The other side of the small industrial city that you can't see, what are closed factories, laid-off workers," Gu Fei said. "I feel like it is tailor-made for steel mills."

"Are you still shooting tomorrow," Jiang Yan said, "I want to follow along."

"Look at me or see me taking pictures?" Gu Fei asked.

"Looking at you, take a look at the pictures," Jiang Yan smiled. "Low-key."

Gu Fei followed with a smile, and nodded: "OK."

On Sunday afternoon, the awards party was held. Wang Xu must have taken some time to pull Jiang Yan to rehearse for the past two days. Wang Xu was particularly enthusiastic and persistent in the show, especially this time it was a positive show. It is very helpful to improve his score in Yi Jingxin.

Gu Fei actually wanted to say that you don't have time to take pictures, but didn't say it.

He never mentioned it to Jiang Yan, and always felt that once he talked about it, he would be involved in a topic such as "Why wouldn't you want to participate?" He couldn't express his meaning correctly. What his boyfriend said and didn't want to say Just do it yourself, he can only do it first.

On Saturday's make-up lesson, Jiang Yan was not absent, just watching Gu Fei's seat beside him, and his heart was a bit empty.

There are actually a lot of empty seats in the class. They all watch games on the playground downstairs, or go out to school to play together, but even if the seats in the entire class are empty, Jiang Yan doesn't feel it. His eyes are on the podium. Swap back and forth with this position around.

Sometimes it feels terrible to think about it. If I don't see Gu Fei for a day or two, he feels that he is not adapting well. After he finishes the college entrance examination next year, it should be separated afterwards ...

He wasn't afraid of a different place, but he was really afraid of turning his face to see Gu Fei.

Probably this is the pretentiousness and panic of the first love, especially the beginning of the first love.

Alas.

First love is amazing, turning the old man into a mother-in-law, thinking about her boyfriend all day long.

What about boyfriend?

My boyfriend took a photo. This morning, I do n’t know if I have thought about the composition, lighting, or framing.

The phone shook.

Jiang Yan glanced down, the little rabbit obediently.

-Look at the photos?

-Nonsense, look

The little rabbit obediently sent a few photos over, Jiang Yan looked at him and froze.

In the photo are several dilapidated buildings. The broken glass in the sun reflects the light of the stars. The sundries are scattered on the roof of the building. , Quiet without vitality.

Chiang Kai-shek was very impressed here. This is where the brain-disabled people in the steel factory jumped.

And Gu Fei's position should be the top of the building where he was hiding.

-Did you run there?

-Well, you see what I picked up

The little rabbit obediently sent another photo, with Gu Fei's open hand, and a walnut in his palm.

Jiang Yan was a little surprised. This should be the time he fell on the top of the building when he drew the walnut. How long has he been able to pick it up.

and……

-Your hands are so beautiful

-... what's your point?

Jiang Yan also laughed, looked at the photos again, and posted one.

-How many?

-I have both.

-It ’s all broken. Why are you taking this?

-It won't break if you deal with it, you can take it out when you think about it

Jiang Yan stared at this sentence for a long time, and when the old roared Wang Xu, he shook his thoughts back. He quickly returned to the previous one.

-When you think about me, what do you think of walnuts?

-Then take a picture now and send it to me to see, I'm thinking of you now

Jiang Yan hesitated, and turned on the camera. Although he is a narcissistic student, he usually takes a selfie once, especially in class. He has never done such a thing in his life.

However, there were no shortages between Gu Fei and Gu Fei. There was nothing to do with this one. The moment I turned the camera from the rear to the front, I saw the nostrils and trapezoidal faces that suddenly appeared on the screen I almost smashed my phone.

Startled.

Things like the front-facing camera are simply perfect shaders.

After setting his mind, he took the phone to the desktop. Although he didn't take selfies often, he was very clear about which angle he was handsome in. The last row was now only him, so he didn't have to worry about who found it.

After adjusting the angle towards the camera, he pressed the shutter.

Click.

Because Lao Lu just shouted, so few people left in the classroom were quieter than usual. This click in Jiang Yan's own ears was like a thunder.

Rumbling!

Buzz buzz!

Although it may not be too loud in the ears of other students, when the voice sounded, several people turned back.

Jiang Yan quickly pressed the phone to the table, staring indifferently.

Zhou Jing turned his head at this moment: "Jiang Ye, hey, Jiang Ye, you ..."

Jiang Yan feels that he shouldn't ignore Zhou Jing. As a front table, or a boring front table, Zhou Jing does not look back and ask that it is not Zhou Jing.

Jiang Yan picked up the English book and patted him before he finished speaking: "Shut up."

"I!" Zhou Jing froze, shocked.

"Zhou Jing!" Lao Lu shouted, "What are you doing? Learn from Xueba! Applause! Come on! Come on, stand up and learn how to stand by Jiang Yan!"

Zhou Jing quickly turned around and lay on the table, and began to work hard.

-Treasure this hard-earned photo

Jiang Yan was embarrassed to look at what this self-portrait looked like, and sent it directly to Gu Fei. Then he reached out to Gu Fei's table bucket and touched a piece of chocolate.

-Brother, you can pat yourself at this level, you can't hold anyone else's face

-Smith

Gu Fei paused for a while before sending another photo.

A quick glance at Jiang Yan quickly saved the photo to a folder called "Gu Feifei" on his mobile phone.

This is a backlit silhouette. Gu Fei's side face, although she can't see the expression, but Gu Fei's straight nose bridge, slightly open lips, beautiful chin, and the lips spread out in the backlight. A small halo ...

His selfie and Gu Fei's selfie can not be seen directly like the seller show.

Of course, Gu Fei used SLR after all.

Gu Fei was still taking pictures at noon, and sent a message to report his schedule. Jiang Yan looked at his plan and it was good that dinner could end.

However, he could not eat with Gu Fei at noon. Wang Xu stepped on the bell and rushed to his side: "Walk around, I have been sitting here all morning to practice with you for two hours at noon."

"Isn't it to see Yi Jing?" Jiang Yan picked up the book and stood up.

Books and materials on the table have been piled up to Gu Fei, not to mention the whole class, which is the entire senior year, and there are no more than twenty such desks.

Before Pan Zhi sent a group of photos in the circle of friends, lamenting his miserable senior year of high school, Jiang Yan was nervous with books and materials piled up on the tables in the classroom.

Looking at the classroom of class 8, his desk is particularly eye-catching. I don't know that he was able to pile books on the desk for the whole class.

"This is my last chance," Wang Xu looked at him. "You probably can't appreciate my feelings like being a bully and handsome guy."

"Let's go," Jiang Yan said. "Hurry up, I will read a book this afternoon."

"I didn't say, Jiang Yan," Wang Xu followed him out of the classroom. "Are you going to fight like this until the college entrance examination? There is still more than half a year, I must collapse for the change."

"So you are not me." Jiang Yan glanced at him.

There is no problem with the tune. Wang Xu has devoted his whole life to this limelight activity and has been able to accurately cooperate with Jiang Yan. He even added a play to himself. In addition to the chords that Jiang Yan gave him, he also added Interlude.

"Don't be nervous tomorrow," Wang Xu said. "If you're nervous, you will make mistakes. If you can't find where to go when I play this section tomorrow, I will give you a look."

"No," Jiang Yan sighed. "I don't need to listen to my ears to know when to go in."

"Blow it." Wang Xu disdain.

"Don't talk to me," Jiang Yan glanced at him, "just be convinced."

"Fuck," Wang Xu said, and he didn't know what to say. He pulled his hands on the strings a few times, raised his eyes, and said excitedly, "Hey, let Gu Fei take his advanced camera tomorrow. Take a few pictures? "

"Huh?" Jiang froze.

Wang Xu didn't say that he hadn't thought of it at all, but ... Gu Fei didn't want to participate in the event himself, or cooperated with others, and then asked Gu Fei to take a picture?

Although he felt that this was first because Gu Fei refused to come, but if he asked Gu Fei to take a picture, he really couldn't open the mouth.

"Someone in the school will take pictures?" Jiang Yan said, "Lao Xu is so excited that he probably has to take pictures."

"How can the school's camera be compared with his camera," said Wang Xu, "he bought his camera and installed it, and he never saw him shoot anything. Such a good opportunity, also active camera. . "

"... let's talk," Jiang Yan thought about, "this kind of performance is more dynamic than static. Music, performance, and the combination can reflect the feeling. Your main performance opportunity is not a photo, but a scene."

"Ah, is that so?" Wang Xu was a little dazed.

"Yi Jing is sitting under the stage," Jiang Yan said. "Did you say that you would take a few photos after she saw it? She could not see or hear it. She was watching you at the scene, wasn't it more important?"

"Ah yeah! She just sat down and watched it!" Wang Xu patted his thigh. "I fuck! She's watching from below!"

"... You haven't thought about this for a long time, right?" Jiang Yan felt that he reached out and knocked on Wang Xu's head for a few moments.

"I always knew it, but suddenly said so," Wang Xu rubbed his legs again, "a little nervous, no, a little excited."

"Practice again, I should go to read." Jiang Yan sighed.

There is no scheduled class in the afternoon, all are self-study. The teacher sits on the podium and waits for people to ask questions, but generally only Yi Jing and one or two people will go up to ask. The teacher is lonely like snow.

Jiang Yan also went up and asked a few times, but today he didn't ask, and endorsed on the table.

Half the head endorsed, half thought.

Yi Jing would watch Wang Xu ’s performance from the stage as if she had done her best to seem to be in the limelight, but she was only acting for her to see it. It was quite romantic.

Gu Fei will also sit down in the audience. Although he will not participate, he will come.

It was just that Gu Fei would sit there with what expression and mood, but he could not guess at all.

He has never done anything like this.

Gu Fei should not have experienced such a thing.

For a while, I played your song that year, and you were my audience that year.

"Your show is scheduled for the third one," Lao Xu held the program list and Jiang Yan looked at it. "The programs for the senior year are all arranged in the front. Don't be nervous, perform well in a while!"

"Um." Jiang Yan glanced at the program list, the previous two shows were a chorus and a solo.

One hour later, the school auditorium was all set up, and students in each class began to enter in order.

Jiang Yan sat in the classroom and glanced at Wang Xu, who was sitting opposite him. People who had a show didn't have to follow the audience to enter the venue. They all stood outside the auditorium, and it was almost their turn to wait for the backstage.

"We will pass after they enter the court?" Wang Xu asked.

"Um." Jiang Yan nodded.

"How is my clothes?" Wang Xu yanked his t-shirt, a silver dragon could blind Jiang Yan's eyes.

"Um." Jiang Yan nodded. He didn't agree to wear the same style with Wang Xu, only wearing the usual clothes, a white T-shirt and jeans. Wang Xu also abandoned it for a long time and felt that he was not too windy.

"Would you like to put on makeup?" Wang Xu asked suddenly. "Does it look like I'm not looking good?"

"Get out," Jiang Yan answered simply.

The phone rang and he glanced down.

-I'm in the auditorium. How many of you?

-The third

After returning to Gu Fei, Jiang Yan stood up and jumped briskly: "Let's go, Captain."

The auditorium was already full of students, music was playing in the speakers, and the performance of the fourth middle school was not good. These things were quite good. Jiang Yan also saw someone on the stage trying to chase the light.

"I'm nervous," Wang Xu said.

"I'm not nervous when I get on stage." Jiang Yan walked to the entrance of the auditorium and looked in, without a second look, he saw Gu Fei sitting in the third row of the auditorium closest to the entrance.

Gu Fei also saw him, and hooked his mouth at him.

Jiang Yan retired outside the auditorium, and as soon as he turned, he was shot continuously by the school news agency's face.

Then the next few girls who were waiting for the stage to take a mobile phone and shot at him with a tape, he had to go behind Wang Xu.

Jiang Yan and Wang Xu entered the auditorium when the first show began.

"Hey, I fuck, so many people." Wang Xu whispered.

Jiang Yan glanced over to the audience side, a huge black film, when he watched Gu Fei at the door, he didn't notice so many people inside, now he felt a little pressure when he glanced over.

He hurried to look at Gu Fei's location again. Gu Fei was holding his mobile phone and facing him. It was estimated that he was recording a video. Jiang Yan was still a little disappointed. The guy didn't take a DSLR to take a picture, but he immediately found Gu Fei's SLR was in Yi Jing's hand sitting next to him.

Yi Jingzheng patted them very seriously.

Jiang Yan smiled.

Gu Fei gave him a thumbs up.

There are a lot of people in the background. Lao Xu is also here, talking to the teacher in charge of the sound. Jiang Ye feels that Lao Xu is also devoted this time. What is on the stage? At this moment, I was doing all kinds of work in the background.

"Mr. Xu!" Wang Xu rushed over as soon as he saw his relatives. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be nervous," Lao Xu patted him, "I have listened to your rehearsal many times, there are no problems at all, it's perfect, just come as usual for rehearsal!"

Jiang Yan was not very nervous at first, and Wang Xu kept emphasizing back and forth, making him all a little nervous afterwards, subconsciously touching his pocket to get a cigarette, but fortunately there was nothing in his pocket.

"How's it?" Lao Lu didn't know where it came from, and a staff sign was still hanging around his neck. "Are you the third one?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded, even a school's broken performance still has a work card? Old Lu still hung in such a regular way ... he suddenly wanted to laugh a little, and he was not nervous anymore.

"No one in our school has ever played the piano," said Old Lu, "Jiang Ye is the first one."

"I don't have a guitar then." Wang Xu was a little unconvinced beside him.

"Yes, a few more," said Old Lu, thinking about him and patting Wang Xu's shoulder again. "But the piano and guitar, the first time."

Wang Xu smiled with satisfaction.

"I just saw Yi Jing took a SLR, why did you take such a good camera and only take pictures in the auditorium," Lao Lu was a little dissatisfied. "I will ask her to go on stage to shoot for you when you come up."

"OK! OK!" Wang Xu suddenly laughed into a flower.

After the first chorus was sung, the host of the two Huazhi exhibitions went up and told a joke that was not funny at all, and then reported that the next show was a solo.

There was a round of applause and screams, and Jiang Yan discovered that it was a boar head.

As soon as he opened his mouth, applause and screams rose again, Jiang Yan sighed. This level can also have such an effect. He and Wang Xu went up a moment ... 啧啧.

"Is your class Jiang Yan a piano?" A teacher chatted with Lao Xu.

"Yes," Lao Xu responded happily, "Wang Xu plays the guitar."

"That's right, Jiang Yan is also arranger?" The teacher looked at the program list.

"Yes," the flower on Lao Xu's face was no smaller than Wang Xu, and he lowered his voice and said to the teacher, "The song was written by our class Gu Fei."

"Oh?" The teacher was a little surprised. "The current child, it's not easy."

Jiang Yan frowned and looked at Lao Xu, but he had talked to the teacher about something else, and Jiang Yan said nothing.

"Hey Jiang Yan," the hostess who stood next to the small mirror to make-up called him, said with a smile, "This time I thought you would show up with Gu Fei."

"When did Gu Fei participate in these things," Wang Xu answered, "no one can call him."

"Hey, I really want to hear him sing a song or something." The hostess looked regretful. It is estimated that it was a fan girl from other classes Gu Fei, and Jiang Yan could not recognize who it was.

He did n’t recognize the makeup, he did n’t recognize everyone in the 8th class.

There was applause again, and the singing of the boar head was over.

"You are ready," the hostess reminded them as she walked to the entrance while carrying her skirt. "Come on, Jiang Yan!"

"What about me?" Wang Xu asked.

The hostess ignored him, and went straight to the stage.

"Rely?" Wang Xu was a little upset.

"Come on," Jiang Yan patted Wang Xu's arm, raised his chin to the side, "Yi Jing is here."

Wang Xu turned his head and saw Yi Jing with the camera coming in from the door in the background, and he jumped in place: "Jiang Ye, don't drag me behind."

"Okay." Jiang Yan smiled.

The hostess on the stage started to report after saying a few nonsense: "The next one is a very special program. Our school has never had such a performance before. The combination of piano and guitar. Do you want to hear what it is? How does it feel? "

Jiang Yan sighed, and wanted to tell her for a while that the piano and guitar belonged to the regular mix of bad streets.

The applause and cheers from the audience were obviously much warmer than when the wild boar head came to power before. This made Jiang Yan very comfortable.

"Then let's enjoy it together, from the 8th show" Sanye ", piano performance, arranger, Jiang Yan, guitar performance, Wang Xu ..."

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and calmed himself.

In the applause and whistle that had never stopped, the hostess added: "Composing, Gu Fei."

There was a little quiet in the auditorium, and then there was a burst of applause and screams that almost lifted the top off.

Jiang Yan opened his eyes suddenly and narrowed for a second before he grabbed the program list on the table next to him.

Arranger, Piano Performance: Jiang Yan

Guitar: Wang Xu

There is no third line.

"What's the matter!" Jiang Yan turned to stare at Lao Xu and asked with a low voice.

Old Xu also stunned: "I don't know."

"Jiang Xuan," Wang Xu pulled him, "on the field."

Jiang Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was now. Looking at the smile on her face when she passed by the hostess, Jiang Yan had the urge to hit a girl for the first time.

He didn't know the reason why Gu Fei refused to participate in this show, but he should not have any opinion about playing his tune Gu Fei, but now he suddenly added the composition Gu Fei ...

The uncertainty and uneasiness in his heart made his hands feel cold, and he didn't know how Gu Fei would react to such a thing.

When he followed Wang Xu and walked to the stage, how enthusiastic the response was from the audience, he could no longer appreciate the experience, but just glanced quickly at Gu Fei's seat.

Then he sank all of a sudden.

The location was empty, and Gu Fei left.