sunny place

Chapter 4

"Yo, isn't this Xiangyang?"

"Really, it's really Xiangyang!!!"

"Xiangyang, you actually came to class?!!!!"

"What day is it today? The sun has risen from the west..."

Every classmate who passed by Li Xiangyang couldn't help making fun of him.

"Go away, don't delay my progress!!!" Li Xiangyang waved his hands impatiently, as if these guys were flies.

Sitting quietly behind him, Jiang Hangping, seeing his monkey-like behavior, couldn't help secretly laughing.

Professor Peng's class is the most important class, the study of musical forms. Alas, Li Xiangyang moved his neck in pain. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He took the composition department and couldn't understand it at all. It wasn't that he wanted to learn at all. that kind of thing. . . . . .

He was admitted to the university in a daze. He originally wanted to form a band to make money after graduating from high school, but the high school teacher encouraged him to continue his studies. Alas, he is fine now. The grandfather who has always depended on him is sick, medical expenses, tuition fees, and living expenses. . . . . .Forget it, don't think about it, it's useless to think about it.Li Xiangyang shook his head hard.He rehearsed until after ten o'clock last night, and went to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. He basically didn't sleep. If he hadn't agreed to Jiang Hangping's job, he would still be asleep, so sleepy. . . . . .

lunch time.

"Oh, so you came up from here, how did you find this place?!" Li Xiangyang looked around while climbing up.Unexpectedly, the roof yesterday was actually the roof of the teaching building~ On the top floor, there is a small iron ladder that can be climbed directly.

Jiang Hangping smiled and did not answer.

"Here, here are the notes!" Li Xiangyang handed over the notebook in his hand, and took the rice from Jiang Hangping's hand.

"Wow~~~~ It's so rich!!! It's worth it..." He stuffed his mouth full of rice and muttered.

"Well, Xiangyang, this note of yours..." Jiang Hangping who opened the notebook was stunned, what is this! ! ! !Messy, disorganized, and even if it is not organized, the handwriting is also a mess.

"Oh, this Mr. Peng is so good at talking, my god, it's really not easy to memorize everything. I tried my best, and I feel that I have used up all my energy in my life..." Li Xiangyang muttered with his mouth in his mouth .

"Xiangyang, I don't understand..." Jiang Hangping turned to look at Li Xiangyang.

"Huh? Can't understand? Oh, I didn't understand that place either. I don't know what she's talking about at all. I don't think I can take the exam in this place. I don't need to understand everything... What else don't I understand? Let me see..." Li Xiangyang wiped his oily mouth with his hands nonchalantly, and moved his head to Jiang Hangping.

"Well, it's okay, don't worry, you can eat first..." Jiang Hangping stepped back.

"Hangping, your food is too delicious!!!" Li Xiangyang swallowed with great satisfaction.

"Eat slowly, it's not enough, I'll give you some. My mother runs a cooking class, so, um, she is very good at this. If you have anything special to eat, I will tell my mother... " Jiang Hangping has never seen such a delicious person, he couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and watched Li Xiangyang eat.

"Everything I eat is delicious, hehe. You eat too, seeing how thin you are, hehe~" Li Xiangyang grinned.

This boy really loves to laugh, Jiang Hangping thought to himself.

"Your fingers are so long. Could it be that you can play the piano?" After eating, the two boys lay down on their backs under the warm sun, gesticulating the clouds passing by in the sky with their hands.Li Xiangyang once again found that Jiang Hangping's hands are really beautiful, long and thin, with distinct joints.

"Well, I have studied piano for 13 years. But what I really want to be is a composer, so I applied for the composition department," Jiang Hangping replied flatly.

"Wow, amazing!"

"What about you? The composition department must require you to know an instrument!"

"Me, I only know how to play the guitar. I also wonder how I got in the exam. It is said that as long as you can play the piano~" Li Xiangyang curled his lips.

"Then what do you want to do in the future?"

"I'm forming a band! I like singing more than composing!!" Li Xiangyang turned over, turned sideways to Jiang Hangping's direction, propped his head with his hands, and looked at Hangping.

Jiang Hangping's face blushed inexplicably, and he turned unnaturally in the other direction.

"Hey, why do you turn around? I'm afraid you won't be able to hear me and turned to you!!!" Li Xiangyang turned Jiang Hangping back dissatisfied.

"Xiangyang, why don't you have food?" Jiang Hangping asked another topic.

"Oh, poor!" Li Xiangyang replied nonchalantly.

"My parents divorced when I was very young, and then they got married not long after. No one wanted me. My grandfather raised me. I started washing dishes and handing out leaflets in junior high school to make money to support the family. Now Grandpa is getting old, he got sick a few days ago, spent all the family savings, and the hospital cost too much, alas~"

"Let's not talk about these unhappy things. The band went to the audition yesterday and gave us a chance to audition. Once we pass, we can go to the Moon Bar to sing at night. The income is stable, and sometimes there will be extra calls from customers. Thank you, it's so much better than before! Hangping, I seem to have changed my luck after meeting you!!! Thank you, you must be an angel!!!!" Li Xiangyang looked at Hangping with a smile.

"Xiangyang, I only have my mother. My father is the captain. Once, he had an accident and never came back. My name is Hangping, but my father's voyage was not smooth..." Jiang Hangping didn't know why, When facing Li Xiangyang, his heart naturally opened. He wanted to say something to comfort Li Xiangyang, but he only told his own story.

"Hey, our Hangping has a heavy burden, it's not your fault~" Li Xiangyang hugged Jiang Hangping exaggeratedly, making Jiang Hangping, whose eyes were wet just now, smile. . . . .