Chapter 32 The Little Star on the Rooftop

“Sister Xue Li, let’s do something original together!”

“Hey~”

Comparison Due to the content of this sentence, Gu Xueli paid more attention to the interlocking fingers between herself and the boy, and even made a strange sound accidentally.

Gu Xueli suddenly realized something - her defense was not as high as she thought.

Anting realized that he had been rash, and quickly let go of his hand, repeating: "Sister Xueli, let's do something original together?"

Gu Xueli also came back to her senses. , with a hint of haste to change the topic, asked: "Hmm...original?"

While asking, Gu Xueli had already come to her senses, thinking that the other party was joking.

She has studied music for seven or eight years, and she can only play and sing other people's songs and imitate them. Although she is trying to be original, she is no good and has no talent.

In some special fields, talent far outweighs hard work.

And you, a junior high school student, suddenly told me that you want to create something original with me.

That’s ridiculous!

Even if you are my first teacher, you are still too ridiculous!

Although it has been hinted that Anting is Gu Xueli's first teacher, it is really just an enlightenment role, a water bottle for primary school students in interest classes, very basic.

However, the next second, the singing sound in her ears made her realize that something was wrong.

An Ting hummed the theme song "Secretbase" by an unknown flower, but there were no lyrics, just a simple melody.

He actually doesn’t speak Japanese at all, so he can only hum a tune.

His purpose is very simple: to let the girl think about the song, hoping that she can complete the song, which is also a disguised Chinese version. Even if it is really written in Japanese, the effect will definitely not be very good. It must be Chineseized.

Gu Xueli actually heard it. Putting aside the lack of lyrics, the music alone was not very smooth.

Even so, Gu Xueli was still surprised, "Really or not?"

Xueli worked as a network administrator for more than ten hours every day, and her greatest pleasure was listening to Song, she had never heard this tune, or anything like it.

The only explanation is that this is the boy’s original work.

　“Well, didn’t I say that I want to play original games with you, I need you.”

　This is not words, but the truth.

Anting doesn’t even knowHow could those people who were reborn remember so many lyrics? He only remembered a few lyrics and really needed someone to help him improve them.

That sentence, "I need you," struck straight into the heart. Gu Xueli fell into a brief sluggish state. She was a vase. She knew that many men wanted her body. This was the first time someone wanted her soul.

The boy’s eyes were sincere, just like when he was taught to play the guitar in elementary school. There was light and infinite magic, which she couldn’t refuse.

After a while, Gu Xueli asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"Perfect it!!!"

Xueli Anting's enthusiasm for music was suddenly ignited, and a flash of light flashed in Lonely's eyes, "Okay... I'll record it on my mobile phone. Record it again and listen to it slowly. Give me some time."

That's it...

While the teenager was preparing for the exam, Gu Xueli helped create the classic double thread.

　…

Fifteen minutes later.

With Yue Guang as his neighbor, Anting rode his bicycle back to his home on Bauhinia Street.

It’s already half past ten, and the lights have been turned off at home, whether on the second or third floor.

Anting habitually goes to the kitchen on the second floor to see if there is any soup. Today, there is no soup, so he plans to go upstairs again.

Just in time to see Song Ci with wet hair coming out of the bathroom on the second floor, accompanied by rich mist and fragrance, holding a basin of underwear and socks.

Bathing is available on both the second and third floors, but only the second floor has a washing machine.

Although we are a family, we still wash our intimate clothes by ourselves, especially girls.

It is impossible to stuff everything into the washing machine.

Looking at the pink underwear in the basin, Anting smiled and said: "You really like this color..."

"Shut up!" Song Ci blushed. , quickly stretched out his hand to cover.

Sure enough, she was still not used to living under the same roof with boys, and it was strange to even wash her underwear. She asked again: "Why are you back so late?"

When Song Ci asked this question, she always felt like a wife checking her household registration, which was weird.

An Ting said honestly: "I lent my bike to a friend and I just went to get it back."

"Oh..."

Actually...

The main reason why Song Ci was so concerned about where Anting went was because he was afraid that something would happen to him before the high school entrance examination in physical education.

I heard that he went to Class 7 tonight to find someone, Anting and Wei FengThe whole school knew about the fight, which made Song Ci very worried. She was afraid that Anting would go to Wei Feng to fight again.

Although Song Ci is not optimistic that Anting will be able to pass the No. 1 test, he still hopes that he can do his best and have no regrets.

She hopes that he will be well.

Under the light of only the bathroom light, the two of them were standing at the top of the stairs chatting. Suddenly, a strange sound came from the master room on the second floor, which was the EEE sound coming from the bed board.

The two looked at each other.

An Ting understood in seconds.

Song Ci was stiff for a while, looking a little confused, and his eyes were very pure.

　"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Anting did not want to destroy the girl's purity. He just showed a tacitly obscene smile and stretched out a finger. Hissed.

"Shhh?" Song Ci tilted her head, looking cute, "Do you want to pee?"

An Ting rolled his eyes, "In every sense of the word Pee..."

About twenty seconds later, Song Ci's pretty face flushed, and she seemed to understand, and went up with a basin of clothes.

“What a pervert!!!”

Looking at Song Ci’s back, Anting shrugged, smiled and said: “Now you know why you want to sleep in Is it the third floor?"

If you were to stay on the second floor, I'm afraid you would hear this sound two or three days a week.

Anting did not disturb the good relationship between his father and Aunt Song. He turned on the washing machine, covered the room with the sound of the machine, and went to take a shower.

This kind of thing is nothing...especially for Anting, who has a 29-year-old soul inside, it is completely acceptable.

Aunt Song gave birth to Song Ci when she was 21 years old, and she is only 36 years old this year; and my father gave birth to Anting when he was 22 years old, and he is 37 years old this year. Both of them are under forty years old, in their prime, and there is nothing less to do, let alone newlyweds.

Although it is the second marriage, we are still in the "love stage".

After taking a shower, Anting was wearing a T-shirt, school uniform shorts, and slippers. When he saw that the rooftop door was open, he simply went up to dry his clothes.

Anjia’s rooftop is actually pretty good. It’s a typical three-and-a-half-story self-built house in rural areas. Half of the third floor is a utility room, which extends into a greenhouse with some vines wrapped around it. Plants and small bulbs, some flowers and plants, and a set of tables and chairs.

As soon as I went up, I saw Song Ci sitting in a wicker chair in a daze, with a hint of crimson in her earlobes.

“Song Ci, you’re not sleeping yet.”

When I was taking a shower, she came up to dry the clothes. It has been more than ten minutes and she is still here.

Hearing this, Song Ci glared at the young man for a year with resentful eyes, "Don't worry... I just heard that sound, how could I sleep? Don't talk to me, I want to calm down. ."

You can't blame Song Ci. She understands the relationship between men and women. The main reason is that one of them is her mother, so she is a little awkward.

This kind of thing cannot be imagined. The problem is that Song Ci is too simple, can't control himself, and can't get rid of it at all.

Since Song Ci said so, Anting didn’t bother him and just hung out the clothes silently.

The place where clothes are hung on the rooftop is a long iron steel piece and a sock rack with a clip.

An Ting took down a clothes drying rack, put his underwear on it, and put it on the clothes drying rack; Song Ci just looked at it blankly, and said in surprise: "Really or not? Oh Terman..."

"Well...I don't like this either, mainly because my dad bought it. In his eyes, I seem to be a child, and he thinks I like cartoon patterns..."

In the mind of An’s father, Anting is indeed a rebellious young man who has not grown up, and he does not regard him as an adult at all.

Even when buying clothes, I still go to a children’s clothing store.

In addition, Anting doesn’t like shopping, especially buying clothes is too boring, so he basically leaves it to his father.

"Pfft..." Song Ci was amused. She sat on a wicker chair with her hands in the shape of a bouquet, and joked: "Some people, on the surface, are big devils in school, but in fact they are dressed like Superman. Underwear."

An Ting blushed, he would have known better not to hang his clothes in front of her.

Seeing the boy’s shyness, Song Ci felt even happier.

Soon, Anting finished drying the clothes. He looked at Song Ci's wet hair and complained: "I shouldn't need to tell you about drying your hair after taking a shower, right?"

"Well... I'm a little tired, let's just let it dry naturally. Anyway, it's windy tonight. It's a pity. It's rare for me to go up to the rooftop, and it's cloudy. I also want to see the moon and count the stars."

Anting took a look at the night sky. It turned from sunny to cloudy tonight, but now there were many clouds, covering the moon and stars.

The next second, under Song Ci’s unclear gaze, Anting turned and left.

The girl thought he had gone back downstairs to his room, feeling a little lonely. Unexpectedly, within a minute, he came up with a hairdryer, and when he passed the rooftop door, he pressed a button.

In an instant, on the balcony shedThe small light bulb flickered on, just like the stars. Song Ci looked up and opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little surprised.

“I didn’t even notice this...”

“Well... because it’s entangled with vines, and you come up to the rooftop at night every time, so it’s normal that you didn’t notice it. .The last time I bought a dog house online, I bought it by the way. It has only been installed for a week. I plan to ask Bao Weiwei and the others to have a barbecue at my house in the future, which will make it more atmospheric."

Song Ci used words with unknown meanings. Looking at the young man, he said frankly: "An Ting, although I don't want to admit it, you are a good friend and a good family member."

Song Ci is not a frank person, but there is something different about the night. The magic of magic makes it easy to blurt out those words that are difficult to say during the day.

Song Ci firmly believes that Anting is a bad man, but a good friend and family member.

The young man’s attitude towards friendship and family affection is very sincere.

Family ties are not bad, but friendship. In this world, it is difficult to find someone who values ​​friendship as much as he does.

"Maybe." As he spoke, Anting walked up behind Song Ci and continued: "Do you mind if I help you dry your hair? You will take the physical education exam soon, don't catch a cold."

Song Ci thought for a while, but still did not refuse. She sat obediently on the wicker chair, with the back of her head resting on the backrest of the wicker chair, looking up.

This is a battery-operated hairdryer that does not require wires, so it is quite convenient.

"Pfft, your blow drying skills are terrible."

Hearing Song Ci's sarcasm, Anting rolled his eyes and couldn't refute. He was indeed not good at taking care of himself. Hair, even if it’s my own short hair, let alone a girl’s long hair.

"Idiot Song Ci, you are the first, the first girl whose hair I have blown."

Hearing this, Song Ci was slightly startled, then smiled and said : "Then...then your future partner will have to be grateful to me, this cheap sister, for taming you into a good man."

If one day Anting becomes a good man, then he must Thanks to Song Ci.

"Stop saying stupid things."

Anting really has not considered personal emotions. It has only been more than a month since he was reborn. First, he is his father, then his friends; first, his studies, After all, there is a career, so there is no time to spend time with children and love.

I really don’t understand those reborn people who always use white moonlight and cinnabar moles.

At this moment, Song Ci didn't know what Anting was thinking. He just put his head on the back of the wicker chair, first looking up at the flickering little light bulb, and then looking at the boy's eyes.

　It seems...the latter is brighter.

The evening breeze was still blowing, and the pink underwear and Ultraman underwear hanging on the same shelf were fluttering at the same angle, seemingly out of reach.