Graduation Party

page views:1 Publication date:2023-04-13 08:17:13

Love is the magnetic field between men and women

; men are the North Pole,

women are the South Pole,

destined to attract each other

. The next few days were truly the happiest I've ever had. Every afternoon after school, Lin Yilan would stay behind to teach me to sing. Her voice was bright, and she sang beautifully. She truly deserved to be our arts and culture representative.

She started by teaching me Zhou Huajian's "Hua Xin," a very popular song at the time. But I probably really didn't have any talent; when I sang a song, it sounded like I was just reciting lyrics. There was no melody, no emotion. She

also taught me "Kiss Goodbye" and "Forgetful Water," but I ultimately failed.

"How can you be so clumsy? My throat is numb from singing."

I was a little embarrassed and sat down on the stool without saying a word.

She ran to my side and sat down rather rudely. A very pleasant fragrance made me shift my body nervously. I knew she was staring at me, but I didn't have the courage to turn and look into her eyes.
I felt my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, a painful thud. She suddenly leaned close, her warm breath brushing against my face. I was incredibly nervous, but I tried to keep my breathing steady—that would be like killing me.

"Hey! Li Yunqi, I noticed your eyelashes are really long." My heart leaped into my throat.
She reached out and removed my glasses, which I'd worn for seven or eight years. "Let me see more closely, they seem longer than mine…"
"What are you doing!" I frantically turned away, trying to shove her hand, but I was too slow. My glasses fell to the ground.

"Crack!" A lens shattered. I froze, staring at the broken glasses.

"Your eyes are beautiful, they look good without glasses," Lin Yilan commented on my appearance as if nothing had happened.

My anger flared up, because my glasses were broken.

I have 400 degrees of myopia; without glasses, sitting in the corner, I couldn't even see what was written on the blackboard. And glasses were a luxury for someone from a disadvantaged background like mine.

I'd had these glasses for years, only changing the lenses once because they were too blurry to see clearly.

I glared at Lin Yilan.

It was the first time she'd seen a big, clumsy guy like me glare at her so fiercely, and she seemed a little scared, shrinking back slightly. But quickly, she puffed out her well-developed chest and said, "What's with the glare? It's just a pair of broken glasses. I'll pay you back, what's the big deal?"

I really loathed her. This kind of spoiled brat seemed to always think money could pay for everything. I crouched down, picked up the half-broken glasses, put them back on, and silently walked back to my seat in the last row, retreating like a turtle.

Lin Yilan stood there for a long time, feeling utterly humiliated. She snorted, grabbed her bag, slammed the door, and left.
It seemed like everything was back to square one. I continued reading my book, not exchanging a word with her. But every day after school, I'd catch a glimpse of her gaze as she left. But the broken lens in my left eye constantly reminded me that we weren't from the same world, and I should stay away from her.

A young girl's first love is always poetic. But isn't it the same for boys of that age? I really couldn't help but notice her every move. I often secretly watched her.

Seven more days passed like this.

When school ended, Lin Yilan hadn't left.

"There's a party tomorrow," she stammered. "You can sing, right?!"

I didn't look up, staring at the permutation and combination problems in my book, finding so many numbers jumping around like crazy, making it impossible for me to discern any pattern.

"Li Yunqi!" she called my name loudly.

I knew there was no way to avoid it, so I said gruffly, "I sing off-key."

"Just sing, it doesn't matter if you're off-key or not," she pleaded.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of resentment towards this girl. She only wanted to achieve her own goals, without considering how embarrassing it would be if I sang off-key on stage. She was never one to care about others' opinions.

"Li Yunqi, you…" she whispered, somewhat disappointed, seeing my silence.

Those were still her bright, expressive eyes, filled with so much expectation.

I nodded slightly.

"Really, you're so great!" Lin Yilan cheered and rushed up to hug me. I was stunned.
"Yilan!" A cry of surprise came from the classroom door. We separated as if electrocuted.

"Dad!" Her cry of surprise struck me hard.

"What are you doing!" Lin's father, his somewhat bloated body, rushed over with a strange agility and grabbed his daughter's arm. Then he glanced at me. It was that look of disdain, like looking at a rag. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my flesh, the pain making me feel a little better.

"Dad, listen to me..."

"Come home with me." Lin's father interrupted her, pulling her arm and walking out.

I watched them leave. Looking at Lin Yilan's father's strangely curly back, I felt a mix of emotions.

I had heard other classmates talk about Lin's father. He could really be considered one of the first people to get rich since the reform and opening up, and I heard he was very good at business and had made a lot of money. Lin Yilan's grades weren't particularly good. To be able to study at such a school, without a father who was an official, she must have had a wealthy father. It seemed that Lin's father spared no expense in sending his daughter here, truly hoping she would succeed.

The next evening, the last program of the party was my singing performance.

When Lin Yilan announced the program, the students who had been secretly reviewing their lessons under their seats suddenly focused their attention on the party. They hadn't expected it to be me.

I nervously went on stage, bowed, and adjusted the collar of my school uniform.

"I will sing 'Prelude to Water Melody' for everyone ." "When

will the moon be clear and bright? I raise

my cup to ask the blue sky.

I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace.

I want to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights.

I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world! The moon

turns through the red pavilion, lowers its light through the painted windows, illuminating my sleeplessness.

There should be no resentment, why is it always full when we are apart?

People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning; nothing in this world is perfect.

I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

A song began to play softly, and since it was the fifteenth of the lunar month, it was very fitting. After it finished, I finally took a deep breath, feeling a huge weight lifted from my shoulders

. Lin Yilan was the first to applaud. She looked at me with delight, her eyes filled with disbelief.

After the party, Lin Yilan kept me behind to help her clean the classroom.

Then, she forced me to walk her home, citing the dark and windy night as an excuse.

She always seemed to have a reason to get me to do things for her.

"How did you learn this song? Don't you know how to sing?" she finally asked, her question lingering on the way.

"I heard it at the Xinhua Bookstore a couple of days ago, and I thought it was really nice. I'm very familiar with and like this poem; it's a ci poem title, and I've always wondered how the ancients sang it. Hehe, I went to the Xinhua Bookstore for two afternoons in a row, and inexplicably, I learned to sing it." I explained how it happened.

"Oh, was it those few days?" Lin Yilan glanced at me. Although I couldn't see her expression in the darkness, I felt her eyes were very gentle.

"Yes," I replied shyly. We continued walking.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand.

It was soft and warm. I tensed up instantly, but I don't know where the courage came from, I suddenly squeezed it tightly.

"Ah!" Her cry of pain stopped my foolish act.

I abruptly let go of her hand. But she pulled it back.

Neither of us spoke.

We just walked slowly under the moonlight. I really hoped that her home was farther away.

But she still went upstairs. I stood downstairs, watching her disappear into the distance. I noticed that the hand she had shaken was sweaty, while the other hand was ice-cold.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/53462.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=53462&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : My sister is not a succubus (01)

Next Page : My girlfriend's outgoing sisters

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Graduation Party

comment Open a new window to view comments