mousepad-d2 Chapter 39 Stars
Chapter 39 Stars
After the midterm exam, Xia Huai's grades climbed from more than 1000 to more than 400. There is still hope for the third year of high school to transfer back to the experimental class.
The weather is getting colder and colder, the heating is turned on in the classroom, and it is foggy outside.
During the big break, Xu Heng came to the classroom and called Xia Huai to the office.
"I called you here today because I have something to tell you."
Xia Huai stood by the table.
Old Xu looked at his expression: "I heard from Xiao Shi that you formed a band, right?"
Xia Huai seemed to have guessed it, and preemptively said: "Teacher, I will not participate in the school celebration."
"Don't reject me so quickly." Lao Xu sighed and persuaded.
"Look, your band is also quite famous. I heard that you are still releasing songs in R Music. You already have social accounts. Why don't you take this opportunity to promote your new songs? This is better than finding a day to release songs. Much better."
Hearing this, Xia Huai fell into deep thought.
It's true that he can't just think about himself, they "Summer" are a team.
Old Xu saw that he was showing signs of loosening, and continued: "Our campus celebration will have students from other schools come to watch. If you join the school, you will be the finale."
"The teacher is not urging you, you should think about it carefully."
Xia Huai left the office and returned to the classroom.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Chuxing almost guessed it, but he still asked, "Did the head teacher ask you to attend the campus celebration?"
Xia Huai hummed.
"I heard from Gu An and the others," Jiang Chuxing said, "Actually, you can really think about it, and aren't you writing a new song recently?"
Xia Huai turned his head to look at him in surprise.
Seeing his complicated eyes, Jiang Chuxing smiled: "I guess, since you came back from the hot spring vacation, you are always in a trance, and you often draw pictures in your notebook, I wonder if you are thinking about new songs .”
Xia Huai stared deeply at Jiang Chuxing's side face, and said lightly, "Yes, I am indeed writing."
"Really?" Jiang Chuxing's eyes lit up: "Can I know in advance what kind of song it is about?"
His eyes were too bright, Xia Huai looked away, and was silent for a while: "Let's have feelings."
"Emotions?" Jiang Chuxing was puzzled, but at the same time he was also a little apprehensive.
In fact, during this period of getting along, he felt that the way of getting along with Xia Huai had changed somewhat. It felt like his younger brother was dependent on his elder brother, but when he thought about it carefully, it was different.
He opened his mouth to ask something.
At this moment, the class bell rang.
This class is English. After class [-] started learning, the English teacher's style of painting changed suddenly. The class was very strict, and she was not allowed to sleep or go off.
During the class, Jiang Chuxing naturally sat next to Xia Huai. This was completely subconscious. As long as Xia Huai was by his side, he couldn't help but want to get closer.
This is not due to pheromones, it is a habit from childhood.
Xia Huai felt his knees touch hers, and half of her body leaned on him. The faint scent of flowers wafted over, lingering at the tip of her nose like a cloud.
He turned his head and looked at Jiang Chuxing's side face. Because of the short distance, he could clearly see Jiang Chuxing's light eyelashes and a small black mole on his earlobe.
Jiang Chuxing is the type who looks better the more he looks, with soft facial features, fair skin, long eyelashes, and narrow and delicate eye tails.
Under the incandescent lamp, the hair was a little light brown, and it was the kind that at first glance one couldn't help but want to protect.
But only after getting in touch with him can I know his sense of independence, and he is the only one who protects others.
The English teacher on the podium stopped talking about the paper and stared at the back row for three or four seconds.
The English teacher finally couldn't take it anymore: "Xia Huai, is it because Jiang Chuxing has English words on his face, or answers to multiple-choice questions? You've been staring at half of the class, can you turn your eyes back."
The whole class looked over and found that Brother Huai was quite involved, and the magic sound didn't pull him back from his thoughts.
Gu An saw Xia Huai's expression completely in the front row, shook his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there no distinction between occasions now? Is this because I want to eat brother Chu Xing in class?!"
Thinking of his "brother" in the experimental class, he took out his mobile phone and quietly took a photo with Mimi, and shared it with Yi Wenqian.
Xia Huai still didn't move. Seeing that the teacher in front of him was really going to be angry, Jiang Chuxing hurriedly kicked him under the table.
Only then did Xia Huai come back to his senses.
But the teacher in front has already been irritated: "Since Jiang Chuxing has the answer to the multiple-choice question on his face, then Xia Huai, tell us about question No. 18, what to choose?"
Xia Huai glanced at the paper, stood up and said calmly, "Choose C."
Teacher: "Why?"
Xia Huai raised his eyelids, and under the expectant eyes of the whole class, he said, "Why do you still have to ask?"
His tone was too embarrassing and full of confidence, and the scumbags in the class looked at him with admiration.
Xin said that he is worthy of being a master who has sprinted from the bottom to more than 400 in a few months of learning.
The key English teacher actually smiled rarely, and then asked him to sit down.
Jiang Chuxing: "..."
When Xia Huai sat down, Jiang Chuxing leaned over and asked softly, "You know?"
He remembered that this kind of English was Xia Huai's weakness.
Seeing his suspicious appearance, Xia Huai bent his eyes slightly: "I don't know."
"Then you..." Jiang Chuxing caught a glimpse of the smile on his lips, and smiled too.
After school in the afternoon, Xia Huai went to Lao Xu's office and agreed on the school celebration.
There is still a week before the campus celebration. In the next few days, Jiang Chuxing saw that Xia Huai often locked himself in the room.
He knew that Xia Huai was concentrating on writing songs, so he didn't bother him much.
On Saturday morning, Jiang Chuxing bought breakfast.
Go upstairs to wake Xia Huai up, but hear voices coming from the bathroom.
It was Xia Huai who was on the phone with Jiang Nan.
"Just like him so much? Don't you give me a chance?"
Xia Huai: "Hang up."
"Okay, okay, just kidding."
"However, your tone is obviously the tone of dating, are you really going to confess?"
Xia Huai was silent.
"Forget it, I won't ask any more questions."
"By the way, where are your lyrics? Have you written them? Show me."
Xia Huai: "Still writing."
"Okay, I'll wait for you to write it, remember to show it to me as soon as possible, and I will check it for you."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chuxing stood there in a daze for two seconds. Just as he was about to turn around and go downstairs, the bathroom door was opened.
When Xia Huai saw Jiang Chuxing standing at the door, his pupils shrank.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Jiang Chuxing felt a subtle embarrassment and an indescribable uneasiness in staring at each other for such a long time.
After reacting, Jiang Chuxing said, "Go downstairs and have breakfast."
Xia Huai glanced across his face, and the emotion in his eyes was unpredictable: "Okay."
The two went downstairs one after the other.
Jiang Chuxing put the noodles in front of him, saw him slumped on the chair, his face was exhausted, and the dark circles under his eyes were obvious, so he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it: "Stop staying up late, look at your dark circles."
Xia Huai opened his eyes and stared deeply at Jiang Chuxing. His eyes were as dark as a whirlpool, and Jiang Chuxing was almost sunk.
Xia Huai stood up: "I'm going to wash my face."
"Well, let's go."
Jiang Chuxing pulled out his chair and sat down, the phone next to him vibrated.
"Xia Huai, call me."
Xia Huai's voice came from the kitchen: "You can pick it up for me."
Jiang Chuxing took it over and saw that it was Lin Qingling.
Press to connect.
"Hello, son." Lin Qingling's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Jiang Chuxing smiled and said, "Auntie Xia Huai went to wash her face, tell me what you have to say."
"Oh," Lin Qingling said with a smile, "Isn't today the winter solstice? You and Ah Huai should come back to have dinner tonight. Auntie made ginger rice, so you won't feel cold after eating it."
Jiang Chuxing agreed: "Okay."
Lin Qingling explained: "The weather outside is getting colder today, you and Ah Huai remember to wear more clothes. By the way, remember to bring a change of clothes, and don't go back when you come here at night."
"Okay auntie."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Huai's WeChat popped up.
The interface stays in the chat box with Jiang Nan.
[Jiang Nan]: Are you planning to name this first love song after him?
First love?
Jiang Chuxing's eyes stayed on these two words.
The person Xia Huai likes.
who would it be...
"Who called just now?" Xia Huai's short hair on his forehead was wet with water, and he pulled it back, exposing his smooth forehead, making his facial features more three-dimensional.
Jiang Chuxing put down his mobile phone, and said concisely: "It's your mother who told us to go back for dinner tonight."
Xia Huai opened the chair and sat down.
Neither of them spoke while eating.
From time to time, Jiang Chuxing raised his eyes to look at the boy on the opposite side, and his heart seemed to be tense, trembling slightly.
Seeing that Xia Huai had almost eaten, Jiang Chuxing hesitated for a while. He opened his mouth tentatively, but found that he couldn't ask.
The question he wanted to ask was too sensitive, and he seemed a bit nosy.
In the end, he still didn't ask.
Ginger rice is a custom here. When the winter solstice comes, every household will cook ginger rice.
Jiang Chuxing has liked ginger rice since the first time he ate it. The feeling of ginger in his mouth is a bit overwhelming. Anyway, he likes it very much.
Jiang Chuxing hadn't been to Xia Huai's house for a long time. Once he entered, he felt a familiar, unexplainable feeling, as if a child from a long journey had finally returned home.
A little tense and a little comfortable, more warm.
Especially when he saw the three adults busy in the kitchen, they looked like a family.
After eating and taking a shower, Jiang Chuxing and Xia Mo played fighting games in the living room, while Xia Huai went upstairs to continue writing songs.
The two played a few rounds, and Jiang Chuxing wrinkled his nose and smelled some pheromones, which came from Xia Mo.
He kicked Xia Mo lightly: "Where did you get the omega pheromone from your body?"
"Is there?" Xia Mo lowered his head and smelled it, but he didn't feel anything, and said casually, "You must have contaminated it for me."
Jiang Chuxing is extremely sensitive to taste now: "It's the taste of milk wine."
Speaking of wine, Xia Mo glanced at the kitchen, surreptitiously pulled down his clothes, and showed off, "The tooth marks are deep, doesn't it look fierce."
Jiang Chuxing looked at the teeth marks on his neck and was a little speechless: "..."
"Your little boyfriend bit him?" Jiang Chuxing asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah." Xia Mo reached out and touched it, with a satisfied expression on his face: "The smell you smell should belong to him. I really like this little guy so much. If he is good at training, he will be my perfect match."
Jiang Chuxing: "..."
Jiang Chuxing complained: "You said the same thing last time."
"This one is different." Xia Mo argued for himself: "Do you think I let others mark me? Don't look at Lao Tzu Lang, my first kiss was with this guy, this time it's serious."
Jiang Chuxing also felt that he was a little deep this time, and felt that he understood the aspect of feelings quite well.
Pursing his lips, he hesitated and said, "Xia Mo, let me ask you a question."
Xia Mo fiddled with the game controller in his hand: "Say it."
"How do you feel about being alone..."
Halfway through Jiang Chuxing's question, Xia Mo's cell phone rang.
Xia Mo saw the caller, his eyes lit up, he picked up the coat on the sofa, and went outside: "If you have any questions, I'll talk to you when I get back."
While changing his shoes, Xia Mo shouted to the kitchen: "Mom, I'll go out first and come back later."
With this anxious look, you don't even need to think about who it is.
Jiang Chuxing turned off the game, and went upstairs with his slippers.
He knocked on Xia Huai's door.
No one responded.
Jiang Chuxing was also quite casual, pushing the door open and entering.
He hadn't been to Xia Huai's room for more than two years. Looking around, he found that it was quite different from before, and the decoration had changed.
It used to be a bright style, but now the simple black series looks much more mature.
He went to the table and found a small book on the table with music scores and two or three lines of lyrics written on it.
Jiang Chuxing read the lyrics above.
"The sky will be fine, the stars will hang in the sky, and you are still in his eyes."
"Life is always empty, but it is different with you."
"Half-open summer, like half-divided heartbeat."
Although he can't read the music score, he can understand from the lines that this is a very heartwarming song.
Could it be the first love song?
Xia Huai came in from the outside, his eyes fell on his hands, his eyes were lowered.
Jiang Chuxing didn't feel guilty, he was quite calm, and put the notebook back to its original position.
Seeing Xia Huai holding a star bottle in his hand, he was slightly surprised: "Did you fold the stars inside?"
Xia Huai hummed, and put the book and star bottle in his hand on the table.
The two were silent for a moment.
Jiang Chuxing stared at the star bottle, suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "Do you still remember the star bottle that was originally intended to be given to me, but was thrown away by you?"
Xia Huai's eyes dimmed slightly, and the fingers holding the pen paused.
Jiang Chuxing looked at the shining stars under the lamp, and said softly, "I went to pick it up, and it's still at home."
Xia Huai's eyes were dark and clear, and the emotions in his eyes became deep.He raised his eyelids to look at him, but didn't speak.
Jiang Chuxing pursed his lips, he never expected to be so overwhelmed by the other party looking at him with such eyes.
Jiang Chuxing was inexplicably nervous, but his expression was very serious, and he said word by word: "Don't worry, I put it well, after all, it's the first time you folded it, and I will cherish it."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Chuxing looked away, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly.
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Jiang Chuxing casually took a book on his desk, opened it, and a letter fell to the ground.
Looking down, it was a blue envelope.
Jiang Chuxing picked it up, a little surprised: "You wrote this? Or was it written to you by someone else?"
Jiang Chuxing turned to the back and raised his eyebrows: "Why is there no attribute name?"
Xia Huai's eyes fell on the envelope in his hand, and he paused for a moment.
Slightly drooping eyes, with dark eyes, said lightly: "I wrote, not a love letter."
Jiang Chuxing was even more curious: "Then what's written in it?"
Xia Huai raised his eyelids, his thin forehead hair covered the complexities of his eyebrows, and his voice was deep and deep: "It's for myself."
Jiang Chuxing didn't notice his expression, his attention was completely attracted by the contents of the letter, he tentatively asked, "Can I read it?"
Seeing him nodding, Jiang Chuxing opened the envelope.
Xia Huai's handwriting has been beautiful since she was a child, clean and neat, and very upright like others.
They all have the same habit. Every time they close their pens, they will draw a small tail.
There are no redundant words above, just one sentence.
——May youth have no regrets and live up to youth.
Jiang Chuxing stared at this sentence for a long time, then smiled.
"That's great." Jiang Chuxing's voice slightly raised, with an indescribable tenderness: "Be bold and do everything so that you won't regret it."
"What if," Xia Huai paused for a moment, the corners of his lips pressed together, "It failed."
Jiang Chuxing raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "That's okay, it's a big deal and I'll come again."
He put the letter back in the book.
Seeing his haggard face, Jiang Chuxing stretched out his hand to rub the corner of his eyes: "I interrupted your song writing, then write first and go to bed early."
With that said, Jiang Chuxing was about to go out, Xia Huai grabbed his wrist.
Looking up, staring at him: "stay, can you?"
His voice is deep, with a little hoarse magnetism and tiredness.
Jiang Chuxing looked at his bed, and his eyes fell on his face again.
Look at each other for a moment.
"Brother," Xia Huai asked again in a soft voice, "Is it okay?"
Jiang Chuxing was stared at by his dark eyes, and his thoughts seemed to have stopped.
Subconsciously, he nodded.
It was only when he was lying on the bed that he realized it.
He stared at the boy who was still sitting at the desk: "When do you go to bed?"
"You go to bed first." Xia Huai dimmed the lights a bit: "I'll finish changing the last two lines."
Jiang Chuxing smelled the faint Alpha pheromone in the air, and knew that he was comforting himself, so he stopped talking and stared intently at his back.
The boy has broad shoulders, a straight back, and a good sitting posture.The knuckle fingers are turning the black signature pen, and the veins on the back of the hand are clearly visible.
Slowly, he closed his eyes.
The two fused pheromones in the air gave Xia Huai an unexpected inspiration, and the places that he couldn't figure out these days suddenly became clear.
When he finished writing, the boy on the bed was already fast asleep.
Xia Huai walked to the bed and saw Jiang Chuxing curled up like a kitten, with light brown soft hair hanging naturally beside his eyebrows, and his face was half-bright under the light.
"elder brother."
No one responded.
Xia Huai supported his head, his eyes were fixed on the boy's peaceful sleeping face.
Thinking of the conversation just now, Xia Huai suddenly twitched the corners of his lips, and his tone was full of helplessness: "Really, can you try again if you fail?"
get close.
The boy's body exudes traces of Omega pheromones, which instinctively linger on him, as if they are flirting with each other.
He lowered his eyes and landed on the perfect line of the boy's neck, like a light, he couldn't help but make people take a second look.
Xia Huai suppressed the emotion in his eyes, turned and went to the bathroom.
The bathroom was surrounded by mist and the sound of water splashing, covering up the sound of the wind blowing in from the window.
The complete score and lyrics in the small book were blown away by the wind, turning pages one by one.
On the last page, the name of the song is impressively written.
"Star"