Chapter 17 B-4

Because, in reality, the moment Xiang Ning appeared in front of Sang Li, what he saw was not Sang Li's bright smile, but tears that kept falling. It was the evening self-study break, and during the 15-minute break, Xiang Ning intercepted Sang Li on the playground who was about to run to dispel his sleepiness.On the pitch-black playground, the winter north wind blew loudly, blowing into Sang Li's eyes, and the tears burst open. Xiang Ning suddenly became at a loss. He looked at Sang Li and saw that there was no expression on her face, only tears were falling down.She didn't wipe it, she just stood in front of him, her fists were clenched tightly, her neck was raised high, her eyes seemed a little happy but also very unhappy.It was so cold that no one could be seen on the playground, but only the little girl in front of me stubbornly maintained the state of exertion before running, looking at him with her neck stuck.

I don't know how long it took, maybe three minutes, maybe five minutes, he looked at the students walking up and down the brightly lit corridor not far away, and vaguely saw a girl holding a piece of something like a baked sweet potato in her hand . Then he asked cautiously: "Xiao Li, are you cold, shall I buy you roasted sweet potatoes?" In the next second, the little girl who was still like a statue just now threw herself into his arms with a cry of "wow". He was even pushed back by her impact, and staggered to stand up.Then he looked down and saw the crying girl hugging him tightly, as if she would never let go.

She cried and complained: "You didn't look at me in the morning, I was standing at the gate, and you didn't look at me... You said you would call me, but you didn't call at all..." In the cold winter night, a smile slowly bloomed on Xiang Ning's face. He stretched out his hand, hugged Sang Li into his arms, lowered his head, and could touch the girl's cold ears.He pressed his cold cheek against it, and whispered in her ear: "I was wrong, it's all my fault, Xiaoli won't cry." Hearing her sobbing, he tightened his arms and whispered, "You can't blame me, there are so many people sweeping snow at the school gate, I didn't know you were inside."

Sang Li raised his head, with tears still hanging on his eyelashes, sobbing: "You didn't call me either!" He stretched out his hand to cover her face, and replied with a smile: "At that time, my arm was covered in plaster, and I couldn't even hold the microphone." He took his palm away from Sangli's cheek, stretched his left arm lightly, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that playing the piano will be affected in the future, after so many years of learning." "What?" Sang Li was startled. "It's not very sensitive anymore, and the strength is not good enough," Xiang Ning said regretfully.

Sang Li looked at Xiang Ning's arm, touched it with his hand, then let it go quickly, raised his head anxiously and asked, "How is it possible?" "Why am I lying to you?" Xiang Ning looked at Sang Li amusedly, "Why are you more sad than me?" Sang Li wanted to cry again: "No way..." Xiang Ning hurriedly rubbed the corners of Sang Li's eyes: "Don't cry, don't cry, what a big deal, I didn't like playing the piano at all." "Huh?" Sang Li looked at him, sobbing, "But you play so well, you're already in grade nine."

Xiang Ningman didn't care: "If it wasn't for my mother, would I be able to learn that thing? I really like learning brush calligraphy with my father. Hey, I will write a calligraphy for you some other day. It's a pity that calligraphy doesn't take a grade test, otherwise you should be in this class." Thankfully, my right hand is still fine." He spoke so easily, and Sang Li finally became relaxed.However, it was only then that Sang Li realized how ignorant he was of the person in front of him that he had been thinking about for five months—he could play piano, calligraphy, good basketball, and good spoken English. What else could he do?

However, Sang Li still has deep regrets in her heart, because she once hoped so much to listen to Xiang Ning play the piano one day in the future.Only for herself, no Tian Miao, no one else, playing "Little Back Basket", "Edelweiss"... while she was singing, the sun was warm and her smile was calm. That day, she hugged Xiang Ning's arm carefully, and the evening self-study had been forgotten. He didn't see his fault during the class break in the morning and didn't intend to condemn him. At this moment, she just wanted to catch the person in front of her. This person, who is four years older than herself and always gives her a sense of security and warmth, grabbed her and never let go, and never let go for the rest of her life.

It was also after Xiang Ning returned to school to resume his studies that Sang Li and Xiang Ning's contact opportunities increased significantly. Xiang Ning has good grades, and there is almost no suspense in getting into a prestigious university.So he put aside his own homework and always went to the junior high school to make up lessons for Sang Li.At that time, the high school uniform was a dark purple and white sportswear. Xiang Ning was used to wearing a down jacket over the school uniform, so it became a pair of plump dark blue down jacket and dark purple sportswear pants.Logically speaking, it should be very uncoordinated, but when placed on an eighteen-year-old boy, it is actually very youthful and good-looking.

Xiang Ning often went to the teaching building of the junior high school to give Sang Li extra lessons at noon or after evening self-study classes. At that time, there was no one in the classroom, and the surroundings were very quiet. Occasionally, only Sang Li's sigh when he couldn't solve the problem, or the tip of his pen The rustling sound when it collides with scratch paper.Sometimes Sang Li would lie on the desk and take a nap, not sleeping soundly, always half asleep, half awake, and vaguely saw Xiang Ning standing up, carefully closing the windows tightly, or tucking the thick curtains so that it was airtight.The heater in the classroom is very hot, Xiang Ning would often put a pack of milk on the radiator, hand it to Sang Li when she woke up, and then supervise her to finish drinking.

Compared with Sang Li's habitual desertion, Xiang Ning was always very serious when giving lectures.He frowned slightly, and drew auxiliary lines on the draft paper with a pen. Sang Li felt sleepy and started yawning.Xiang Ning glanced at Sang Li and continued to talk about the topic. Sang Li yawned again, but Xiang Ning was still unmoved.When Sang Li yawned for the third time, Xiang Ning finally put down his pen and looked at Sang Li seriously.Sang Li's eyes were full of tears, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe it away, the back of his hand became wet. Xiang Ning laughed, "Xiao Li, those who didn't know thought I made you cry."

Sang Li poked his neck: "Except for my dad, who can make me cry? It's no wonder that Nan Yang didn't clean him up." Xiang Ning was very curious: "Nan Yang never bullied you?" Sang Li recalled it carefully, then shook his head: "It seems...not." Xiang Ning said "Oh", "Then if I make you cry in the future, I wonder if he can beat me." Seeing Xiang Ning's serious expression, Sang Li yawned again and continued to wipe away tears: "You made me cry?" Her tone was very disdainful: "It's almost as good as I let you cry." Xiang Ning laughed, thought for a while and then nodded, stroked Sangli's head with one hand: "That's right, I guess it's more likely that you will make me cry in this life." Sang Li didn't understand what Xiang Ning meant, so he just stared at Xiang Ning with watery eyes, Xiang Ning smiled slightly, lowered his head and continued to read the question in a pleasant voice: "A travel agency organizes a group tour, with 30 people as a group, each person's The tour fee is 800 yuan. The travel agency will give discounts to groups of more than 30 people, that is, for each additional person in the tour group, the group fee will be reduced by 10 yuan per person. Please calculate, when the number of people in a tour group is large, the travel agency will Can get the maximum turnover?" His numbers are also well written, and he muttered while writing: "Assume that when the number of tour groups is x people, the profit obtained is y yuan, then y=[800-(x-30)10]x..." Sang Li sat beside him quietly, and could smell the fresh laundry detergent on his sportswear.She tried very hard to listen to Xiang Ning's lecture, but the more she listened, the more boring she became.So she started to move a lot, reached into Xiang Ning's sportswear pocket, and took it out hard.Xiang Ning stopped writing and looked down at Sang Li next to her. She lowered her head and couldn't see her face. She could only see her hands bulging up and down in her pockets. A bunch of keys, a 10-yuan note, a small note that said "what to eat after class", two 2-yuan meal tickets... The seized items seem to be very rich, but Sang Li only picked up the small note Scrutinize.The handwriting on the note is clear and beautiful, and it looks like it was written by a girl. Xiang Ning glanced at the note, and continued calmly: "So it can be concluded that when x=55, y has a maximum value..." "Who wrote this?" Sang Li looked curious. Xiang Ning took the note back, stuffed it in his pocket, and continued, "Do you know why this is counted?" Sang Li ignored him and sat on the side sullenly.Xiang Ning glanced at her and patted her head: "Don't worry about adults' affairs, children." Sang Li glared at him, and played with his own fingers. Xiang Ning sighed: "You are really curious. In fact, I lost a bet with the girls in our class. We agreed to invite everyone to lunch, but they just asked me what I was eating." He patted Sang Li's head: "Xiao Li, you have to study hard, you know? Think about it, if you can't get into high school, how can you get into art college?" Hearing the words "Art Academy", Sang Li suddenly cheered up: "Can you sing? I heard from Nan Yang that your mother taught singing." Xiang Ning was stunned for a moment, then coughed: "No." "You lied, Nan Yang said that you sang at the party before graduation," Sang Li begged him, "Sing it, sing it..." After thinking about it again, I added: "You are not allowed to sing popular songs!" Xiang Ning was amused: "Why not sing pop songs?" Sang Li thought about it seriously, and when he looked up again, his eyes sparkled: "Sing "Little Boy", that year there was a singing competition held in the city, and there was a boy who won the first place in solo singing "Little Boy". "Youth" is very nice to listen to." Xiang Ning was taken aback, and looked at Sang Li: "No way? You're so childish... What year was the competition?" Sang Li replied, "When I was in elementary school." "No wonder," Xiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "I remember that was a song we sang when we were young." "Sing," Sang Li threatened with a smile, "If you don't sing, I'll sue the teacher, saying that you pass notes to girls in class, and you're in love!" "I'm in puppy love?" Xiang Ning looked at Sang Li with wide eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know what puppy love is?" Sang Li raised her eyebrows: "I don't know why, it's just a boy and a girl who get tired of being together every day, saying that I like you and you like me. Like our class, Tao Jia likes our class leader!" "Oh," Xiang Ning nodded, "Then who do you like?" Sang Li was very vigilant: "Who I like is none of your business? I told you, what if you betray me?" Xiang Ning couldn't help but laugh, feeling that one of his sleeves was about to be pulled off while laughing.He looked down at Sang Li, only to see that she was holding on to the sleeves of her tracksuit with both hands, looking at him expectantly.After a stalemate for a while, Xiang Ning finally surrendered. He stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve while saying, "Okay, okay, I'll sing, let go, my sleeve is about to fall off." Sang Li finally let go of his hand, happily leaned back on the table, and looked at Xiang Ning with burning eyes.Xiang Ning looked around and made sure that the doors and windows of the classroom were tightly closed.Then he cleared his throat and took a look at Sang Li: "I don't remember the lyrics very well, so I'll just sing a paragraph." Sang Li nodded with a smile, then raised his hand, signaling Xiang Ning to start quickly. Xiang Ninglue pondered for a moment, then raised his head and sang softly: "Little boy, I seldom worry, looking at the sun shining around me. Little boy, I seldom worry, I hope it will always be like this... Flying every year, little boy The little boy is growing taller, and as the years grow from small to large, his troubles have increased..." His voice was clean, but with a boyish low-pitched voice.When he sang, his eyes looked at the blackboard in front of him, as if he was trying to remember the lyrics, but he seemed to be immersed in the situation.His singing voice is so beautiful, so good to hear Sang Li suddenly feel that everything so beautiful is so unreal.She stretched out her hand to pinch her arm, and let out a "Yeah". Just as Xiang Ning sang the last line, she was startled by Sang Li's cry.Hastily looked down at Sang Li: "What's wrong?" Sang Li didn't speak, just stared at Xiang Ning, and Xiang Ning stretched out his hand in front of Sang Li with a frustrated expression on his face: "Is it that ugly? What is it called?" When Sang Li heard this sentence, she suddenly laughed. She leaned closer and looked at Xiang Ning's face carefully. Xiang Ning was a little scared by her, so she hurriedly pushed her away: "If you can't sing well, just tell me, don't pretend to be a fool." .” However, Sang Li suddenly found the New World, and pointed to Xiang Ning's chin: "Ah, you have a beard!" Xiang Ning was almost choked, and looked at Sang Li angrily: "Nonsense, can boys have no beards? Those without beards are eunuchs!" Sang Li was still shocked, staring at Xiang Ning's chin thoughtfully: "But Nan Yang didn't even..." "How could it be?" Xiang Ning didn't believe it, "That's because you didn't see it, you'll know if you take a closer look." Hearing this sentence, Sang Li seemed to realize that the distance between himself and Xiang Ning was too close.She blushed and retreated to lie on the table again.The midday sun shines in from the open windows in front of the classroom, making it warm.This kind of time is so beautiful, so beautiful that Sang Li couldn't help but want to smile. At the same time, Xiang Ning seemed to be touched by something in his heart. He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Sang Li's hair, and said to himself: "Xiao Li, why are you so young, you have to grow up quickly!" so big." Sang Li looked at Xiang Ning ignorantly, looked at his gentle face, and felt the warmth of his palm.His handwriting is still on her exercise book, his singing is still echoing in her ears, he is so close to her, he seems to tell her in a completely different way from Nan Yang - she is not alone, he is in her By her side, she will not be alone. It was a quiet, pure afternoon when nothing happened.No hugs, no kisses, no intimacy about love that you can think of in this world, not even the positioning of "love".However, such an afternoon, including Xiang Ning's singing in the afternoon sun, the warmth of Xiang Ning's palms, and even the stubble of an 18-year-old boy, all became memories of Sang Li's life.