Someone Speaks Ill of You

White shirt and black skirt.

Ten fingers are slender, with long hair reaching waist.

He is tall and convex, and his face is cold.

No matter where you go, where you sit, you can become the focus.

When she sat down next to her, Luo Fei obviously felt countless gazes, like knives and swords, stab him together.

He has always had a clear conscience and is not afraid of anyone.

But if there is one person in this school who makes him guilty and scared, then this is the girl in front of him.

He offended the other party three times in a row.

And for the last time, he sat directly on his lap.

Even if people call the police, arrest him as a hooligan, expel him from school, and put him in jail for a few days, he has nothing to say and is unreasonable.

Therefore, in the face of this girl, in addition to avoiding, he can only admit counsel.

Since the other party was sitting directly next to him, he must have been recognized, and it must be impossible to hide.

That is, you can only admit your mistakes and ask for forgiveness.

He opened his mouth and wanted to apologize, but the other party did not look at him. After sitting down, he began to lower his head to eat, saying nothing, as if sitting here, just sitting casually, without his intention, and as if He regarded it as air.

He was stunned, so he could only swallow the words and bow his head to eat.

Since the opponent is not ready for a showdown now, maybe it is because the people in the cafeteria have many eyes and are afraid of bad influence, so he can only stand still and respond to the changes.

Tong Yanyan, who was sitting across from her, looked at the beautiful girl who suddenly sat down in front of her in doubt, glanced at him, then at the girl, and finally at him.

After watching back and forth between the two repeatedly, she finally couldn't help but whispered: "Luo, student Luo Fei, do you know her?"

Luo Fei didn't even know how to answer her question.

Say you know, but don't know.

If you don't know me, I touched my hands, sat on my legs, and people were insulted. If I didn't know them, I couldn't justify them.

"I'm stuffed."

He just stood up, ready to leave.

Although wasting food is very distressing, it feels like eating on pins and needles, and it’s boring to eat.

But the foot under the table suddenly stopped, and when he looked down, he was stepped on by one foot.

Black string micro-heel sandals, and black stockings, wrapped in **** curvy feet and slender long legs.

And its owner, still bowing his head, was eating slowly, without any expression on his face.

"Student Luo Fei, don't you want to eat it? Only a few bites?"

Tong Yanyan looked at him in surprise, and was about to stand up.

But Luo Fei immediately sat down again and continued to lower his head to eat: "You can't waste food."

Tong Yanyan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, she glanced at the girl next to her, swallowed again, and continued to lower her head to eat.

The two ate boringly, and they didn't speak any more.

Suddenly there was a stranger, strange and uncomfortable.

Soon, Luo Fei ate all the food on the plate in front of him, but the girl next to him was still taking a bite and eating slowly.

The Tong Yanyan on the other side was already full and was waiting for him.

After seeing him finish the last grain of rice on the plate, he hurriedly whispered: "Luo Fei, let's go."

It's embarrassing to sit here, and I don't know why this beautiful female classmate wants to sit with them. There are obviously many places around.

Luo Fei calmly lowered his head and glanced at the black silk feet on his feet and the black silk legs that stretched over, with a calm expression on his face: "Wait a moment, a little bit of support, digest for a while."

Tong Yanyan said "Oh" and could only continue to sit.

Finally, the girl next to her finished eating, stood up, still stomping on his feet, and looked at him.

Luo Fei knew that the one who should come is still coming, if the other party wants to punch him out of anger, then come.

He will not fight back and avoid.

He and Luo Jiajia vowed that they would never owe anyone anything in this life.

But he still owed it.

Therefore, he has to repay, no matter how the other party asks for it.

After paying off the debt, I feel at ease.

Just hit it, anyway, he has the ability to fight and is not afraid.

But to his surprise, the girl who beat him up yesterday didn't do anything again, just stared at him, then turned and left.

He was a little confused.

Just forget it?

But those cold eyes at the end definitely didn't seem to mean just forget it.

He was a little disturbed.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this matter could not be delayed any longer. The longer it was delayed, the more serious it would be.

And he already faintly guessed the identity of the other party.

So this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Tong Yanyan, you go back to the classroom first, I have something else."

He confessed to Tong Yanyan and got up and left.

Tong Yanyan was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up and chased him: "Luo Fei, where are you going?"

"The piano room."

"Piano room? Can Luo Fei play the piano? But in the music class, I didn't see Luo Fei playing."

Tong Yanyan was puzzled.

"Because I am so good at playing, I am afraid that you will be jealous, so I didn't dare to play."

"..."

Tong Yanyan snorted: "Student Luo Fei is lying again."

She stopped and followed, panting, "Luo, classmate Luo Fei, I also want to go to the piano room. I want to hear you play the piano, okay?"

Luo Fei got out of the cafeteria, but found that the girl had disappeared.

"Don't you go to the piano room?"

The only way to go to the piano room is the front, with a wide view, and there is no girl in there.

Luo Fei looked around, but didn't see it.

"Forget it, I'll go first, she should go."

Luo Fei glanced at Tong Yanyan at the back, thinking that this girl had conflicts with her family in order to accompany him to dinner. It would be too much to leave her alone, so he had to say: "Let's go, I will give you later. Play "Listen to Mother's Words"."

Tong Yanyan was stunned for a moment, and said with a small mouth: "A lie, there is no such song."

Luo Fei looked at her with a strange look and said, "No, I haven't heard this song before? Jay Chou...Huh?"

He stopped talking abruptly, and remembered it carefully in his mind, as if...not really.

Not only is there no such song, even Jay Chou, and no other singer that the world knows!

"Don't listen to this song."

Tong Yanyan looked rebellious.

Luo Fei didn't speak any more, thinking about things in his mind, wandering away.

Soon, the two came to the piano room.

The piano room is very quiet, and no one is playing the piano.

Luo Fei walked in with Tong Yanyan and chose the piano room yesterday.

Looking at this brand new and expensive piano in front of him, at the familiar black and white keys, thinking of the embarrassment in the music class, something in his heart was suddenly touched, as if suppressed for a long time, suddenly seeing the sun again, and taking root quickly germination.

The advanced piano skills have penetrated into his bones and merged with his body and soul.

Standing in front of the piano, looking at the row of bright black and white keys, all kinds of familiar notes suddenly appeared in my mind. At the same time, I felt that these keys were very familiar and kind, and it seemed that even if I closed my eyes, I could strike accurately in an instant. Quasi every key.

He closed his eyes, felt this **** breath and sensation, and then sat down on the stool.

As soon as he put his hand on the keyboard, there seemed to be countless nerve threads, densely connecting his ten fingers with all the black and white keys. This piano seemed to have become a part of his body.

To move, to move.

Even before the mind is born, the ten fingers can dance in advance, as if they have their own life and soul.

What do you play?

"Listen to Mother"?

No, not all mothers in the world are correct, and the little princess Tongyanyan doesn't like to listen.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of the "Nocturne" he heard here yesterday.

So, let's play "Nocturne".

Not Chopin's, but Jay Chou's.