School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 97 The Musical Notes Scattered by God (12)

"Hey, leave after eating, Xiaoyi!"


Lulu hurriedly called her to stop.


Hua Xiaoyi only took a small bite of the tiramisu, what a waste.So Lulu grabbed her portion and continued to eat.


"You eat, I'm leaving. Goodbye."


Hua Xiaoyi walked down the street with a look of frustration.


Brother Yuxi decided to ignore her.


She wasn't his type—so it was.


Then what kind of girl does he like? If possible, she will work hard to change and change, as long as he likes it.


However, he didn't give her a chance.


Even in the same school, in the same class.


He didn't even look her in the eye.


Snowflakes whizzed by in the wind.


She didn't feel cold at all, but the coldness in her heart made her more uncomfortable than the cold.


In the distance, I saw the figure of David standing under the tree. The petals of the crape myrtle tree were all withered, and the withered and yellow branches were bare, covered with white mist and fine frost, making it look bleak and lonely.


His red-striped school uniform was covered with a layer of fine snow, and a corner of the white mist shone with a cool light.


She looked at her watch, an hour had just passed.


She felt so guilty that she ran up and apologized straight away: "I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I'm too late—really—"


David took her violin case, and said in a soft tone: "It's okay, in fact, I just arrived not long ago. Let's go, or uncle will worry."


"Uh?"


Hua Xiaoyi took a sneak peek at him, it was true, she didn't look at Hua - his expression didn't seem to show any signs of anger.


Every time he walked back with her, he was very quiet, like the rhythm of a cello, low and full of responsibility.


Even though she practiced late every time, he never blamed or dissatisfied her.


"Xiaoyi, music theory books should be read as a kind of entertainment. Real music still needs to be played and experienced personally."


"Oh well."


"Tomorrow's theory competition, you can just sit there. Xihao and I will answer the questions."


"Is this okay? I'm so weak, I always let you and Xihao take the lead, it must have caused a lot of pressure for you."


Hua Xiaoyi gently closed her eyelids, and there was a little pink at the tip of her eyes, which looked delicate and lovely in winter—like a small peach blossom in the corner of her eye, blooming quietly, peachy.


"No. Do you know? The best ensemble is not a strong combination, but the most harmonious one. This is the most beautiful. The feeling of playing with you is different from others, do you understand?"


David's warm eyes are like hot springs in winter, which can melt all ice and warm people's hearts.


"Really? Haven't I been holding you back?"


(End of this chapter)