Silent
(A)
Graduation party. Finally, the Carnival.
"The next song, gave my favorite girl. I told her, in the library at the airport discrete. The song, she can not hear. But I love her, I believe she knows." Wang Fan's eye fell on the audience. She is not. Expect a miracle happened, not to do so.
Music sounded. "Silent." This is the first Korean song, slowly, she taught him to sing.
(B)
Sun through the glass wall of the library, lazily thrown into the room. Fifth floor of the library is the closest to sunlight. Looked up, squinted, you can describe the shape of the sun. A far cry from a few sofas placed in the corridor, is a good reading, the Internet, about love and make sleeping place.
Wear earplugs, listening to how the French could not understand, warm sunshine into the body, drawing comfort felt sleepy.
"Listen to what?" Wang Fan sat down beside her, homeopathic ear off a sese to their ears.
"French. Understand?" Paint sat up a little comfort.
"Do not know." Wang Fan shook his head, remove the ear plugs, back to painting Shu.
Micro Ce Zhaotou painting Shu, Fan Wang looked thin hair. "I have not told you, I love your hair."
"No." Wang Fan some long hair, either painting Shu liked, he would have to cut short. "You only said that because of my hair, you just want to make my friend." Remembered the first time to see the painting Shu, she riveted on him, see him uncomfortable, as if a kind is feeling molested. Later learned that she saw, not his face, but his hair. Have to admit, know the truth, feeling some frustration.
"At that time, I was chasing a Korean, I like your hair with hair like the hero."
"Imagine that you have such a superficial love."
Painting Shu smiled, "Every girl has a shallow section of the past. Without superficial, how mature."
"Then you do still like the actor?"
Shu painting looked at him and said: "like, but more like you."
Heard these words, and whether it is not a joke, Wang Fan still feel flattered.
Fan Wang put into the hands of a few papers, paintings Shu natural to say: "help me finish them, thank you."
Fan Wang looked at subject, mathematics, not really difficult. "How will you repay me?"
"Teach you a song, a song I like."
Fan Wang said with a smile: "teach me to sing lead singer of the band?"
"A Korean song, not your usual kind of singing." Finish, painting Shu eyes closed, half leaning against the arm of the couch, quite quick to Speed Listening to the French dialogue. Her appearance, much like a lazy cat enjoying the sun.
Wang Fan from her bag to find a pen and paper, the papers spread out, one question one question to successfully do so.
In many cases, they are like this, take a three sofa on both sides, each doing different things, and occasionally exchange a few words. Easy. Comfortable.
(C)
Not under the snow for several years the city, and finally snow. Shu face painted smile to walk in the street, along with the snow dance, happy like a child. Wang Fan followed behind her, she's happy to be infected.
"This is my first time to see snow." Casually sit on the curb, painting Shu laments.
"You are a southerner and have never seen the snow is quite normal."
"Not only never seen snow, autumn leaves have not even seen. Where the trees are green throughout the year, can not see changing of the seasons marks left on them. Sometimes, obviously feeling that spring at once into the winter. lived there a long time, people's feelings will become dull. "
"I'd like to go there to feel what is like spring."
Take in hand painted Wang Shu Fan shoulders, "Wherefore, always longing for elsewhere in the landscape. Do you not know even the best scenery over there, not as flowers wilt own residual trees more cordial."
"Sure, love is wealth." Wang said as he looked at Fan painting half against him comfortable. The gentle face, lips do not laugh, they also slightly upturned, but with something sharp eye brow, not a beauty at first sight, but ever more entertaining. I do not know when to begin, Wang Fan found that their eyes stay on her more and more time.
"Did not you sing a Korean song you preach? Want to hear it?" Recovery of sight to the sky, painting the face next to Wang Shu Fan Yang arms up, dark eyes and looks at him.
Some heart beat faster. Fan Wang slightly to avoid a bit of her gaze, said: "Well."
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