Chapter 5 You, deskmate

Author: Errer

Chapter 5 You, deskmate

From a professional perspective, Yu Wanwan's singing and Gan Hengxu's folk songs performed best, but in terms of personal preference, Pu Tong still prefers the cherry blossom girl's home dance.

There is no way, the second dimension is like this.

This special music class should be a gimmick in the first episode of the program. With the factors such as self-introduction when you just entered the school, it is already full of highlights.

However, it’s right that it’s not about Pu Tong. It’s only a little while for a show, so it’s impossible to give him an amateur shot.

After school.

"Pu Tong, today you may have to stay alone for duty."

"Oh, okay..." Pu Tong shrugged, saying that it doesn't matter.

The class is a group duty, and today it is the celebrity student group, but the problem is that there are many fans outside the school gate after school. If the time for evacuation after school is delayed due to the duty, there will be a lot of chaos. This is what the program team does not want to see.

And Pu Tong is the only amateur in this group, so it is his turn to do the arduous task of group duty.

"Brother, please give you some delicious food next time!" Xie Mu patted Pu Tong's shoulder, feeling a little stinging.

This amateur special number is actually more handsome than me!

"It's easy to say."

Pu Tong was so happy as he watched everyone leave the classroom one by one.

It's amazing to be left with me!

Perhaps because he was used to being marginalized in his previous life, he liked to be alone. This feeling of time and space belonging to him is quite rare.

He was not in a hurry and finished cleaning the classroom leisurely.

"Finally!" Pu Tong stretched and looked at the ray of sunset that was sprinkling towards the window.

The dark red halo penetrated through the gaps in the window and reflected on the boy.

"The sunset is especially gentle, and the world is full of romance..." Pu Tong glanced at the empty classroom and felt that everything was like a dream.

The fact of traveling through time is too illusory. He still doesn't know what this is? However, since he has come and has the opportunity to live again, he should be more based on the present.

It is hard to look back on youth, but the dusk in the classroom is still there, waiting for every teenager to look back.

"I didn't take the guitar away!" He suddenly noticed the guitar bag placed next to the table and was a little moved.

I want to play, and I can't help it.

He glanced at no one around and then he took out the guitar with confidence.

"Doctor-in-law, I'm so sorry to use your guitar secretly."

"Since that's the case, I'll give it to you by my deskmate."

Playing this song is just a whim. When I think of the word "senior" in my deskmate, I'm afraid the first reaction is this song...

Pu Tong remembered himself in his previous life, who had only music as his companion, and decided to play a song seriously.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, in the uninhabited classroom, the young man gently plucked the strings.

But in the corner where no one cares, a camera position is still running, like a silent witness.

...

Pu Tong walked out of the school gate in the sunset and met the director of the show Xu Lei and a photographer named Yang.

"The classroom door is locked!" Pu Tong was very recognizable. The photographer Lao Yang recognized him at a glance, "There are still photography equipment in the classroom, so don't worry."

"Locked, you guys are..."

"Adjust the equipment." Xu Lei looked at the handsome young man and silently thought about how to bring him into the industry.

"Goodbye!" Pu Tong quickly slipped away. He didn't want to have too much interaction with these people in the circle. He is an ordinary high school student, and studying hard is the real thing.

Xu Lei and Lao Yang ignored him and went straight to the shooting classroom.

"The machine is not turned off. Lao Yang, how long have you been in the industry? How could you still make such a small mistake?" Xu Lei opened the classroom door with the key and glared at the photographer beside him.

"It's too messy after school, I forgot it if I accidentally." Old Yang scratched his head embarrassedly, "But I'll just do this myself. Why are you here with you?"

"No inspiration!" Xu Lei took out his cigarette and suddenly considered that this was the classroom, so he silently took it back.

"The first issue is to lay the foundation, it must be attractive, but now the content is too dull and there is no good theme. I'm thinking about it and think about it carefully."

"Oh!" Old Yang was so rough that he didn't understand these things.

"It's been more than an hour of shooting, but fortunately it's not an important material, just delete it."

"Indeed, the stars have all gone..." Xu Lei sighed and suddenly realized something, "Is that kid alone in the classroom just now?"

"Yes, he was doing the duty for celebrity students alone, which was a bit miserable, just like we bullied people with celebrity privileges."

"What are he doing alone?" Xu Lei frowned.

"Of course it's cleaning!" Lao Yang flipped through the video casually, "No, he is still singing..."

"What's the matter? He's singing?" Xu Lei's face showed a smile.

It is probably a middle-aged boy who screams alone in the classroom. What a beautiful age!

"Then I deleted it?"

"No, look, I think it's quite interesting." Xu Lei found a seat and sat down, signaling Lao Yang to put it on for him.

"Oh!" Lao Yang adjusted the video to the beginning of Pu Tong's cleaning classroom, and sat down next to enjoy it.

Under the setting sun, the boy took out his deskmate Yu Wanwan's guitar.

"Doctor-in-law, I'm so sorry to use your guitar secretly."

"Since that's the case, I'll give it to you by my deskmate."

The boy said so.

Xu Lei's eyes twitched, and he seemed to have suddenly grabbed something.

The sunset shone on the boy's side face, and he plucked the strings and sang softly.

【“Will you remember the diary you wrote tomorrow?

Will you still miss you tomorrow? You who used to cry the most?"]

The melodious singing sounded in the classroom, and the gentle voices were spoken in a long time.

["The teachers can't remember you, you can't guess the problem,

I also accidentally looked up photos and remembered you, who is my deskmate.

Whoever married you, whoever comforts you, whoever loves to cry,

Whoever carries your long hair, who makes wedding dress for you."]

After a soothing interlude, he continued to chant.

["You used to be very careful and asked me to borrow half an eraser.

You also said that you like to be with me.

At that time, the weather was always blue and the days were always too slow.

You always say that graduation is far away, and you will go your separate ways in a blink of an eye."]

The beautiful melody and delicate lyrics made the two people in front of the video come back to their senses, and they missed those green years for a while.

[“Whoever meets you who is sentimental, who comforts you who loves to cry,

Whoever reads the letter I wrote to you, who throws it in the wind."]

The lyrics are gradually sad, and the boy's tone has a bit more vicissitudes. He seems to be sighing that things have changed, and the song has reached the last few sentences.

【“The days before have gone away, and I will have my wife,

I will also show her photos and tell her about you, who is at the same deskmate.

Whoever married you, whoever comforted you, whoever loved to cry,

Whoever tied up your long hair, who made wedding dress for you,

Whoever married you, whoever comforted you, whoever loved to cry,

Whoever carries your long hair, who makes wedding dress for you."]

After a simple second paragraph, the song ends with a soft cheer-laughing.

Amid a series of questions and sentiments, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

What is this?

Lao Yang and Xu Lei looked at each other and remembered their own "deskmate". Time flies, how are you doing the same deskmate? Are you married? Do you still remember me?

"How to deal with this..." Lao Yang's voice choked unconsciously, "Did you delete it or?"
To be continued...