Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When they were in junior high school, Yun Si and Song Jing were still in the same class and at the same table.

Song Jing's slow and meek temperament has not changed much. He still likes to lie on the table and look out the window quietly.

Throughout the year, the scenery outside the window hardly changes.

It is always the old tree, stretching its branches and leaves, touching the window, and then bending.

When the sun is bright, it shines through the leaves, through the glass windows, and onto the tables inside.

At that time, the gentle-looking and fair-skinned boy would squint his eyes slightly, motionless like a napping cat.

He often wears a white T-shirt and loose sweatpants. His style is very simple.

Because he rarely basks in the sun, his skin is very white, so white that you can almost see the blood vessels in his arms.

The fingers slightly lost their tenderness when they were children, and gradually became clear-cut knuckles.

The short hair on the head is still soft and a little curly.

The body has a sweet scent of candy all year round, as if it has rolled in a pile of candy, it is so sweet.

He still likes to sit in the last row, sitting by the window,

I sleep on my stomach every day without paying any attention to what is going on outside.

Only when you wake up and feel thirsty will you pull your deskmate's hand and slightly open your moist and hazy eyes.

"water."

He licked his slightly dry lips, and his voice still sounded childish as a boy.

The person who had just woken up grabbed his deskmate's hand and clasped it with his fingers as if he had done it a thousand times.

Swinging in the space between the chairs, as if on a swing.

The deskmate who was taking notes looked at him and said nothing.

Put down the pen and turn around to get the water bottle from the bag.

After drinking water, he would slightly narrow his eyes and start licking his lips like a satisfied cat.

After the girl put the kettle back, he closed his eyes and held her hand again.

Put it under the desk, where no one can see it, and shake it and swing it.

After class, the classroom became noisy.

From time to time someone comes to the back row and talks to the girl.

The young man sitting inside would turn his face to the wall, lie down, and sleep.

He paid no attention to anyone, he was withdrawn and cold.

"Yun Si, how do you solve this question? The teacher spoke too fast in class just now, and I didn't understand it."

Song Qian, who was sitting in the front row, asked her with a test paper.

Yun Si glanced at it, smiled, and handed the note over.

"I just copied the problem-solving process given by the teacher. You should understand it after taking a look."

Song Qian let out a long oh, glanced at the person next to her from the corner of her eye, and then turned back.

After copying Yun Si's notes in a few seconds, she turned around and handed them back.

"Thank you, I understand."

She took another sneak look at the boy who was sleeping on his stomach, and then sat back contentedly.

Yun Si didn't miss her slightly shy look. By the way, she also glanced at the person who was sleeping on his stomach like a big cat.

She twirled her pen and held her chin up,

He reached out his hand and rubbed his hair,

Neither light nor heavy, more like picking up a cat.

The boy moved a little, probably adjusting his posture.

He rubbed his cheek against his arm, closed his eyes, and showed no reaction to the hand touching his head.

Big cats taking a nap lazily feel comfortable even when their heads are rubbed.

Dots of sunlight shone on his snow-white side face, with his eyes closed and his brows clear.

On her delicate porcelain wrist, she wears a black hair tie, which is exactly the same as the one on the girl's ponytail.