Chapter 508 Sour Plum Secret Love 43
Before the first exam, Lin Xuan came to Class 7 to find Lingyao once.
"Can we talk alone?"
Winter has not yet completely passed and the cold wind is still howling.
Lin Xuan and Lingyao stood facing each other in the corridor outside the classroom.
Lin Xuan's gaze stayed on Lingyao for a long time, and finally stopped on the inconspicuous bracelet on Lingyao's wrist.
He had also seen a similar bracelet on Zhou Xun's wrist.
As if he suddenly figured something out, Lin Xuan took a deep breath and took out the invitation letter that he had prepared long ago.
"Next month, I have a special performance in Jingbei City. If you are free, I hope you can come."
As a musical partner, Lin Xuan has always been nice to Li Lingyao.
Lingyao took the invitation but didn't say whether she would go or not.
Just said: "Thank you."
Seeing that Lin Xuan was standing there and seemed to have nothing to say, Lingyao prepared to turn around and leave.
Lin Xuan suddenly called out to her.
"Li Lingyao, have you ever thought about going to Berkeley?" Once you start talking, the rest of the conversation will be much easier.
Before Lingyao could reply, Lin Xuan immediately added.
"With your musical talent, you can definitely enroll in Berklee in advance. You will definitely achieve greater success in music in the future. I have already submitted my application. At most, after the special performance, I will not come to school again."
"Li Lingyao, we are too young now, and many of our choices may not be correct. I will wait for you abroad."
Lin Xuan said all this in one go and ran away.
Lingyao had to hold back all the words she wanted to say.
Lingyao believes that perhaps Li Lingyao will achieve great success in music if she is in good health.
But for her, it wasn't like she would have great success in music.
But she will succeed no matter what she does.
Besides, there is no right choice in the world. It’s just that losers beautify the path they have not taken as a psychological comfort.
It’s as if their lives would have been so different if they had made another choice.
In fact, the real "right choice".
Now that you have made a choice, you should take action to make sure that the choice you made is the right one.
Let the path you take be the right path.
When Lingyao came back from the corridor, she bumped into Chen Chi and Wang Jialiang who were craning their necks to look around.
Zhou Xun turned his eyes away in advance.
Nothing was done except to spread out the textbook for the next class in front of her as she sat down.
Until school was over in the afternoon, the two were on their way to Zhou Xun's house.
Zhou Xun, who had been quiet for a day, looked at the traffic light opposite him that was still on for a minute.
His fingers tugged at the strap of the backpack that hung lazily on his back, pretending to mention it casually.
"Why did Lin Xuan ask you to do that today?"
"Invite me to his show."
Zhou Xun said calmly, raised his eyelids and glanced at Lingyao: "Then are you going?"
"go."
......
The elevator dinged, and Zhou Xun lowered his head, holding his schoolbag and rushed home.
He turned the door and went in, and Lingyao followed him in slowly.
Seeing the God of Wealth suddenly full of energy, I felt like laughing.
Zhou Xun threw his schoolbag on the sofa, turned around, stood in front of the refrigerator, and took out a Coke.
Sit in the living room and open it in front of Lingyao.
Bubbles surged up from the bottom of the jar, then stopped when they were about to reach the bottle mouth and quickly sank.
Seeing that he was about to drink the Coke, Lingyao didn't move at all.
Zhou Xun put the Coke on the table in the living room and looked at Lingyao who was lazily leaning on the sofa.
His narrow eyebrows widened, and his originally carefree and unruly face showed an accusation of grievance.
"Don't you like me anymore?"
Lingyao:?
Lingyao, who was a little dazed by the cauldron that fell from the sky, raised her eyes and cast a puzzled look at him.
Then he heard Zhou Xun's next even more aggrieved words.
"You didn't let me drink Coke before, saying it's not good. Have you forgotten that? Now you don't even stop me."
The more Zhou Xun spoke, the more he felt that it was true.
He walked straight to the other end of the sofa and sat down, resting his elbows on his spread thighs and burying his head in his hands.
The voice that came out from between the five fingers was muffled.
"Didn't you say you would hurt me..."
Lingyao knew that if she continued she would be accused of something, so she quickly interrupted him.
"I didn't let you drink before because you were injured."
Why isn’t she allowed to drink Coke now that she’s fine? Is she such a dictator?
Although it is true sometimes...but so what, just bear with it.
After listening to Lingyao's explanation, Zhou Xun was thinking about it in his mind.
It was indeed Lingyao who didn't let him drink Coke when he was injured.
But because he had developed a habit at that time, he basically stopped drinking Coke and instead drank fruit juice.
It has been a long time since he last drank Coke on his own initiative.
If Zhou Xun was really complaining about this matter, he would probably have already admitted his mistake by now.
But Zhou Xun knew clearly that he was not protesting for this matter at all.
So Zhou Xun buried his face in his hands and refused to come out.
He just added gloomily.
"What about what you said about going to Lin Xuan for a special performance? Is that true?"
Zhou Xun lowered his voice very low when speaking the last few words, and you had to listen carefully to hear what he was saying.
Lingyao hummed.
“I’m just about to buy a ticket.”
Zhou Xun suddenly raised his head from his palms and his eyes fell on Lingyao.
When Zhou Xun noticed that Lingyao actually took out her cell phone to look at the tickets, he felt his heart prickling with pain.
Is it necessary to be so impatient? He is still next to you.
Lingyao seemed to have noticed his eager gaze, and suddenly turned her head to look at him while staring at the phone.
"When are you free at the beginning of next month?"
"What's wrong?" Zhou Xun asked subconsciously in a listless tone.
"Book a ticket."
Lingyao sat over and raised her hand to grab a handful of Zhou Xun's jet-black hair.
The tone was neither lukewarm nor cold, knocking on Zhou Xun's ear.
"Take you to sleep at the concert."
Zhou Xun's hair was grabbed, and the ends of his hair were tense for a moment and then relaxed.
A layer of itchiness appeared on the scalp.
After hearing Lingyao's words, he paused for a moment and his face turned red in an instant.
He put his arms around Lingyao's waist and buried his head in it, moving up and down.
"What are you doing..."
The gentle voice was drawn out, which was his usual way of acting coquettish.
"I won't fall asleep this time."
Zhou Xun made a righteous assurance.
At the end, his originally gentle tone became dry and hard again.
"I'll keep an eye on you guys!"
The warning was a bold one, but the threat level was almost zero to Lingyao.
At this time, the small group of the Three Musketeers on campus was still lively.
National Pillar: [Brother Xun, did you ask clearly what Lin Xuan said to the goddess today? I just mentioned it to Tiantian, and she is dying to know.]
Brother Chen who drives a big Mercedes: [No, she is still supporting CP? ]
Pillar of the Nation: [Not really, she was just curious.]
National Pillar: [So what did you say? Brother Xun, don’t cry in secret. Tell it out loud and make your brothers happy.]