Chapter 1072: first snow
Chapter 1072 The First Snow
The bell rings for the end of get out of class.
People in the classroom dispersed one after another, and before long, laughter could be heard in the corridor.
Xiaohua took Xia Ling's backpack, walked up to her, and stretched out her hand to hold her hand: "Come on, Xiao Ling, it's snowing outside! It's the first snow this year, it's beautiful. Come out with me to see it. !”
Xia Ling was not in the mood and shook her hand off: "Let's go."
"Hey, don't you see? I..." She looked at Xia Ling's face in the middle of her words and changed her words wisely, "Then I'll go first. If you need anything, just call me. I didn't get good grades in the acting class. The good is only temporary..."
Before she finished speaking, Xia Ling glared at her.
Xiao Hua was frightened and her heart skipped a beat. Although they were friends, Xiao Ling seemed to have become more and more aggressive since she became the freshman chief. Forget it, she was in a bad mood, so it was better not to get into trouble with her.
Xiaohua walked away quietly. Sometimes she felt as if she was far away from Xia Ling, and she couldn't express what was in her heart... Maybe it was because the level of the two of them was too far apart? Xia Ling is so beautiful, can sing and dance so well, and has a good family background. Everyone says that she will become a popular singer in the future.
Looking back at Xiaohua herself?
It’s not certain whether I can make a debut.
Forget it, let's go play with Qiqi - Xiaohua thought as she walked, Qiqi was similar to her, both were working hard for their debut. They had some small dreams, and they would encourage, support and comfort each other. The most important thing Qiqi wouldn't glare at her like Xia Ling.
Xiao Ling…
Although Xiao Ayato is good, sometimes he is too arrogant.
They are not on the same level, so they cannot become particularly close best friends after all.
"Qiqi, wait for me!" Xiaohua caught up with Qiqi in the corridor, and the two quickly walked away laughing.
Xia Ling stayed in the classroom for a while, and after everyone dispersed, she returned alone to the small open space where the teacher had just taught, and stretched out her hand like Li Bingman in her memory. "Don't go, don't leave me," she recited the lines, "If you dare to step out of this door, I will detonate a bomb and kill both of you!"
Still very stiff.
She didn't need anyone to guide her, and she knew that her acting was not good at all. No matter how many times she tried, she could never get into the mood and couldn't find the feeling that an actor should have.
She was competing with herself, and she had been practicing it repeatedly for who knows how long.
The cell phone rings.
She picked up: "Hello?"
From the other end of the phone, Pei Ziheng's warm low voice came: "Xiao Ling, what are you doing? It's snowing."
Xia Ling's nose suddenly felt sore. For some reason, she wanted to cry so much when she heard this man's voice. "Brother Pei..." she called softly, her voice full of grievances.
Pei Ziheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Emperor's Chairman's office. Outside the window, there were falling snowflakes. Hearing the voice of the little girl about to cry on the phone, he frowned unnoticeably: "What's wrong, who bullied you?" Whoever dares to bully his baby will be good-looking!
"No." Xia Ling sniffed quickly to hold back her tears. At the beginning of her enrollment, when she was robbed of her dormitory, her position as monitor, and her dancing shoes were filled with nails, she could indeed complain to Pei Ziheng without restraint and angrily threaten to take revenge, but what about this time? It's her own acting skills that are inferior to others, who can she take revenge on?
When she thought of the teacher's cynicism and the strange looks in her classmates' eyes every time she took an acting class, she wanted to cry again. Why couldn't she perform well no matter how hard she tried?
"No, you're hiding something from me," Pei Ziheng said on the phone as he strode out. He paused at the secretary's desk and gestured to the secretary on duty to prepare the car. "Tell me what happened." Xia Ling shook her head, so embarrassed. , she didn’t want to say.
“Xiao Ling.” Pei Ziheng’s tone increased slightly.
Xia Ling was about to cry again: "I, am I stupid? I can't do anything well." Finally she couldn't help it and told him everything that happened in the acting class recently. "Brother Pei, I'm so scared. What if I never learn acting well? Will you be disappointed?"
This is what she fears the most, fearing that he will no longer like her.
Pei Ziheng calmly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be such a trivial matter. This silly girl really could cry about anything. He was relieved when he heard that she was not bullied. Accompanied by his secretary, he walked to the garage. As he walked, he comforted her warmly: "How could I be disappointed? What does it matter if you can't learn well? The teacher must be too harsh on you." "I asked the principal to remove her."
"Don't!" Xia Ling said quickly, "The teacher taught me very well, but I am stupid."
I’m about to cry again.
Pei Ziheng felt sorry for her crying the most, and repeatedly coaxed her: "Okay, I won't withdraw. Don't cry, it's no big deal." He stopped in front of the Rolls-Royce in the underground garage and gestured to the waiting driver. Go to training camp. While driving to the training camp, he comforted the little girl with gentle words on the phone.
Xia Ling stood alone in the classroom. It was getting dark. She didn't turn on the light, but she saw the street lights outside the window reflecting the snowy light, which was as beautiful as a dream on earth. Pei Ziheng's gentle words echoed in her ears, and the familiar, slightly hoarse voice made her feel at ease. Unknowingly, her mood didn't seem so bad anymore.
“Have you eaten?” Pei Ziheng asked her on the phone.
"Not yet," Xia Ling said, "I stayed in the classroom for a while longer, so the food must have gotten cold."
“Then don’t eat in the canteen,” Pei Ziheng’s voice was low and gentle, “What do you want to eat?”
Xia Ling was made to laugh by him: "Can you conjure up whatever I want to eat? Brother Pei, where are you now? What did you have for dinner?"
"you guess."
“How could I guess?”
“You turn around.”
"What did I turn around for? Can you do magic? You..." Xia Ling's words were stuck in her throat, and the moment she turned around, she froze. I saw Pei Ziheng's tall figure standing at the door of the classroom at some point, holding a mobile phone in one hand, staring at her deeply against the light. Behind him was the dim light of the street lights and the snowflakes flying all over the sky, making him look like a **** emerging from the snow, mysterious and powerful.
After a long while, she murmured: "Brother Pei..."
"I didn't eat either." He hung up the phone, walked to her in a few steps, lowered his head and held her hand, "In such a cold weather, let's go have a barbecue. I heard that there is a good barbecue club in the north of the city. It is semi-open. You can see beautiful snow scenery from the garden. ”
Her nose started to feel sore again, and she was speechless, so she nodded vigorously.
He held her hand and walked out step by step along the half-dark corridor. From time to time, the wind and snow came in and fell on their faces and bodies. Along the way, the two of them were silent and said nothing. However, as long as he was by her side, she had nothing to fear anymore.
(End of this chapter)