He Tingyun lives up to his name. He has never suffered any hardship in life since he was born, and he was willful and willful until he transferred to a small town in his second year of high school. The equipment there was backward, the tables and chairs were rusty and old, and even the water dispenser was from ten years ago.
However, he adapted well and became as familiar as if he had lived here for seventeen years. However, his new deskmate did not like to talk to others. He asked several times but received no response, so he had to joke, "Are you a little fairy or a little mute?"
Deng Ying has a beautiful appearance, like a pearl under the gray sky, but word of mouth tells her not that she always ranks first in grades, but that she suffered from aphasia in her freshman year of high school because her friend transferred to another school.
She thought that her school days would be spent studying and saving money, and the long nights would never end, quiet and heavy, day after day, until a transfer student came into the class in her sophomore year of high school.
She hated him, hated his so-called talent, hated his tireless optimism, hated his successive suitors, hated the increasingly close connection, hated him forcing her to talk, hated him leaving without saying goodbye.
He left again, silently, as suddenly as when he came, leaving only unfinished papers and unfinished books, as well as the teacher's answers when she asked.
"The educational resources in the provincial capital are much better than ours. There is nothing worth staying here. He should have left long ago. I just didn't expect him to be in such a hurry. It's like hiding from someone."
Deng Ying thought of her confession the day before and was silent for a long time. Her life finally returned to peace.
But the good times didn't last long. Two years later, they met again. The student who needed tutoring suddenly changed. It was obviously intentional. Deng Ying's face was expressionless, not a trace of surprise.
He Tingyun was leaning against a piano with a strange expression on his face, "What? You don't recognize me anymore?"
"I don't know him." She was still so calm and turned to leave.
He Tingyun smiled and stood in front of her, "It's so sad. I listen to the songs you hum to put me to sleep every day."
Deng Ying took out her music account. She has many works and millions of fans. "I have sung to many people, are you one of them?"
He Tingyun:......
Ps: Secret love only belongs to me.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
