Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The girl ruffled his hair, then smoothed it gently.

He was motionless, didn't resist, and was extremely well-behaved.

When the school bell rang, the classroom became quiet again.

As the teacher's teaching sound came, he resumed his position facing the girl.

Lie down, open your eyes slightly, and look at her.

His dark and moist eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog,

He was very quiet, and his white fingers slowly stretched out from under the desk.

Gently hook her little finger, hold it bit by bit, and buckle it tightly.

His hands were warm. In comparison, the girl's hands were a little cold.

He held her hand silently, very quietly.

The girl looked at the blackboard calmly, copying notes, and said nothing.

Only occasionally, when the teacher asked to answer a question, did she break away from his hand and stand up to answer.

After answering and sitting down, the young man held his hand again.

Like a magnet, it always draws you closer.

After school at noon, Song Qian in the front row turned around again, hugging her schoolbag, and said enthusiastically,

"Yun Si, let's go home together?"

She lives in the same community as her, so it's easy to go back.

Hearing this, Yun Si smiled and shook her head, "Sorry, I won't go home at noon today."

".Ah. Is it because your mother has something to do and she didn't come back at noon?"

Song Qian was a little disappointed,

By the way, she took another peek at the boy sitting next to her.

The boy who had slept all morning finally sat up straight.

He held his head and looked quietly at the leaves outside the window, seeming to be in a daze again.

The soft hair is not combed properly and is still a little messy.

With clear eyebrows and bright eyes, warm and soft,

He seldom spoke, and except Yun Si, he ignored everyone else.

It's like an isolated island, hidden in a corner, but it always attracts attention unconsciously.

Song Qian shouldered her schoolbag in disappointment and stood up, "Okay then, let's go together next time."

"See you in the afternoon, Yun Si."

Yun Si waved goodbye to her.

After school, everyone left one after another.

There are also some people who do not go home at noon and stay directly in the classroom. After eating lunch, they lie on their desks and sleep.

Yun Si cleared the table, and then took out the two boxes of bento that Zhou Simin had prepared.

"Brother, this is yours."

She placed the lunch box with his name on it in front of him.

He opened it and handed the chopsticks over.

The young man lowered his eyes and took it,

He picked up the vegetables quietly and started eating, even the sound of chewing was minimal.

Yun Si watched him eat, and then started to eat her own.

When she came across fatty pork that she didn't like, she naturally picked up the vegetable and put it in his lunch box.

Then he dug into his lunch box and looked for the meat he liked to eat.

The little girl doesn’t like fatty pork, green beans, and bitter melon.

These are all clipped over.

The boy, who was not picky about food, quietly ate the vegetables she brought over and let her pick at them.

Sometimes he even waits for her to finish looking for the dishes he likes before he starts to use chopsticks to eat his own meal.

The two people were close to each other, and a little closer than usual.

Everyone in the class could see it, but no one said anything.

Although during adolescence, everyone is particularly sensitive to these things,

But everyone knows that Song Jing is Yun Si's brother and a relative who lives together, so they can't be sensitive even if they want to.

Ever since, as time went by, the classmates in the class got used to it.