She Came To My Concert

There is only one week left until the freshmen report.

He went to work in the bookstore as usual, and after sorting out the new books on the display stand, he picked up a high school teaching aid and threw it back before opening it. He picked up a random novel and shrank into a corner to read it.

There are few customers in the bookstore in the early morning, and even the boss is dozing off at the cash register.

He read the novel calmly, but after a few pages, he had no interest at all.

He frowned and looked back at the title of the book—"Letter from a Strange Woman"

It seems to be quite famous.

Holding the idea that the famous book must not be bad, he forced himself to turn a few pages.

But he really can't empathize with this kind of almost religious secret love, he just feels that the words between the lines are the author's self-pity.

When he saw the tenth page, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

A second before closing the book, the wind chime rang at the door.

He subconsciously looked up, and in the bright morning light, a girl with a high ponytail came in with a schoolbag on her back.

With her chin raised, she glanced around the store, and then went straight to the auxiliary area.

The narrow store door seemed to disappear, and large swathes of sunlight shot in.

The picture in front of me seemed to be slowed down frame by frame.

His sight was led by her, like a robot that lost its self-awareness, its head turned following her trajectory, but there was something ringing in his ears.

That voice became more and more restless, hitting his ears, face, body, and even the entire bookstore, sweeping across the world.

He felt that he was sitting on the ground, but he seemed to be drowning in the sea, his nose and throat were filled with water, and he couldn't breathe.

When she passed in front of him, he held the book in his hand tightly, as if he found a floating straw in the sea, hurriedly looked away and lowered his head, as if he wanted to bury his face in the book.

The boss at the door held his head, and Hache said, "Shushu is here to buy books? Are you going to go to high school?"

"Um."

The girl nodded.

The boss asked again: "Which high school did you go to?"

"One middle school."

"No.1 Middle School is good, it's close to your grandma's house, which class is it?"

"I don't know, I won't know until school starts."

The girl's figure disappeared behind the bookshelf, leaving a faint fragrance in the air.

He raised his head from the book, his eyes fluttered and wobbled, and finally landed on the pages of the book that he hadn't had time to close.

"My heart is as tense as a harp string, and it keeps playing as soon as you appear."

"Is it convenient to say?"

Seeing Ling Chen's unspeakable appearance, Zhu Wenshu said, "It's okay, I'm just casually—"

The man next to him suddenly leaned over.

His cheek was pressed against hers, rubbing gently.

The strands of hair caused an itching between the skin of the two of them, and it spread densely to the whole body.

Zhu Wenshu shuddered and froze instantly.

But Ling Chen brushed her neck with his hand, pressed his warm palm inward, and buried his face in the other side of her neck at the same time.

"Did you hear that?"

His voice came out muffled.

Zhu Wenshu pursed his lips and murmured, "What?"

"You may not be able to understand."

While listening to each other, Zhu Wenshu couldn't hear Ling Chen's voice clearly, and his mind was full of other sounds.

"As soon as I see you, a nice melody will ring in my ears."

Chapter 50

Throughout the whole day, Zhu Wenshu seemed to be floating in mid-air.

It wasn't until the next day when she stood at the gate of the school, watched the parents and students coming and going, and heard the ebb and flow of the whistle, that she had the feeling that she had returned to real life.

As usual, she went to the classroom to take a look first, and happened to meet Ling Siyuan who was sweeping the trash behind.

"good morning teacher!"

"Good morning Yuan Yuan."

Zhu Wenshu squatted down to help him straighten his scarf, and asked, "How was your weekend?"

"Uh... not so much."

Ling Siyuan pouted and muttered, "I'm not happy at all."

"What's the matter?"

"Uncle messed with Dad. Dad is very irritable. I dare not talk at home."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She sneakily looked around, pulled Ling Siyuan closer, and whispered, "Why did your uncle provoke your father?"

Ling Siyuan: "Yes, that is, he has a girlfriend!"

really.

Zhu Wenshu was a little happy at first, but when he thought of those celebrity gossips, that layer of happiness was covered with a layer of dust.

"Is your dad angry about this?"

"Not really..." Ling Siyuan put his face on the broomstick, and sighed imitating his father, "Uncle, he talks every day, and Aunt Xiao is annoying him!"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She pursed her lips, wanted to suppress a smile but couldn't help it, and finally turned around in a hurry.

On the way to the office, Zhu Wenshu thought about it and sighed again.

well.

In fact, she also wants to share with others a little bit. She wants to post group photos in Moments like Shi Xueer, and hang out with her boyfriend in her spare time.

But reason told her she couldn't do this, and she couldn't have such a chance.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu's mood was inexplicably depressed.

Several teachers in the office are idle

Chatting, seeing Zhu Wenshu come in, Teacher Wang turned around and asked, "Little Zhu, are you going home for New Year's Day?"

"I want to go back." Zhu Wenshu asked, "What's the matter?"

"That's right."