An attempt at a change of style~ A slightly angsty Huahuo-style story,
a tale set in a high school wind ensemble~
Bai Ziya's flute lesson was at two on Saturday afternoon, and Ji Weiwei's was at three. The two of them always ran into each other at their teacher's house. More often than not, Ji Weiwei would be standing there, starting to play her assigned piece, while Bai Ziya sat nearby, unhurriedly polishing his beloved Yamaha flute.
So the old man teaching them would point at Ji Weiwei, exasperated. "Look at Bai Ziya. Every time, he not only practices the pieces I assign, he also practices extra ones on his own. And you? You can't even be bothered to practice what I assign!"
Whenever that happened, Bai Ziya would look up and smile shyly at her, as if apologizing for getting her scolded.
Back then, Ji Weiwei really thought this slim, neat boy who always wore hoodies was a gentle, good-hearted person. His hair just tended to get a little messy. Only after they got to know each other did she discover, to her great regret, that the saying "like hair, like person" really was true.
Published in Feixia: Warmth, July 2012 issue.
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I'm still not used to seeing you writing about abuse (scroll back and forth)
It's really... A confusing and incomprehensible emotion. Although I think Chief Jun is very cute and like it very much, the character of the heroine really makes me speechless... I don't like it.
He said that after reading Cherry's article, he followed it... The writing style was really not that bad... It was a bit overwhelming.