Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

After class, Cheng Chu stroked the paper between the pages, turned his head to Gu Miao and said, "Thank you just now."

The roots of the boy's ears were slightly red, and a shy smile appeared on his lips: "No, no need."

The future will be cold and gloomy, and the frowning of his brows is frightening. Mr. Gu turns out to be such a shy and introverted boy.

Cheng Chu looked at his slightly red ears, only to find it strange and cute.

She propped her head, her eyes gleaming, and she looked at him directly.

The boy's eyelashes were trembling slightly because of tension, and his bangs stood straight on his forehead, his dark eyes flickering slightly, inexplicably like a big furry dog.

Cheng Chu suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his head.

Her fingertips trembled, and she resisted the urge in her heart.

The cold wind floating in the classroom made people shiver.

Gu Miao held a warm hot water bottle in her hand, and her heart seemed to be placed on a fire, roasting over and over.

What does she think of herself doing? Are the glasses dirty, or something on your face?

Gu Miao lowered his eyes, panic and joy in his heart. He wanted to look up at her, but he couldn't help being timid.

Just looking at her back, his heart was already beating and he couldn't help himself. If he looked at her again, he was afraid that he would die immediately.

Fortunately, the girl just stared at him for a while and then turned back.

Gu Miao breathed a sigh of relief, but some melancholy emotions surfaced shallowly in his heart.

He suddenly hated his stuttering, hated the timidity and weakness in his heart.

Several times, Lin Qifeng from the class next door came to her. He quietly hid in the dark, like a despicable thief, watching the two standing in the hallway smiling and talking.

He was jealous and hated in his heart, but at the bottom of his heart he had to admit that only such a radiant boy was worthy to stand beside him.

Because they are the people of the world.

On Thursday afternoon, Cheng Chu was unsurprisingly detained by the piano teacher again.

In fact, she went back to practice all night last night. Although she improved a lot, she was still a lot worse than her peak state in high school.

The teacher didn't even scold her this time. After all, compared with yesterday's shock, Cheng Chu's performance today is a little better.

But only a little bit.

"I will stay for half an hour on Wednesday and Thursday from now on." The teacher left this sentence and turned away.

When class was over, Cheng Chu thought that she was doing sanitation with Gu Miao today, and pointed at Ji Mingyue who came to her and said: "Can you help me talk to Gu Miao in our class. I may have to go back later and let him do it." Let's go first when you finish your share."

Ji Mingyue nodded, and under her repeated urging, turned and left.

The time of playing the piano seemed to pass quickly.

When Cheng Chu came out of the piano room, it was already dark.

The lights in the teaching building were dimmed, and only a few shallow street lights came in.

Cheng Chu fumbled upstairs, only to find that the class lights were still on.

When she walked into the class, she saw Gu Miao standing next to the garbage dump at the end of the class, looking down and sorting the garbage bags.

The classroom was completely new, with spotless blackboards and neatly arranged desks, and even the floor was clean as if it was light.

Gu Miao did all the hygiene alone.

"I'm coming." Cheng Chu didn't even have time to put down the piano score, and he was going to grab the garbage bag when he walked over.

But Gu Miao avoided it.

Only one light was on in the classroom, and the light was not very bright.

Gu Miao lowered his head and moved quickly to pack the garbage: "No, no need."

"Then I will throw it with you." Cheng Chu said quickly.

This time he did not refuse.

The lights in the hallway were dim, and Gu Miao carried the garbage bag and walked easily.

The footsteps of the two are very light, but they are particularly clear in the silent corridor.

Gu Miao tilted her head and looked at her quietly.

As if only in such a not very bright environment, he dared to pluck up the courage and look straight at her.

The silhouette of the girl was hidden in the moonlight, revealing a hazy beauty.

Only those peach eyes, shining with clear Lingling.

Gu Miao's heart trembled slightly, and she heard the girl whisper: "Thank you for helping me with hygiene. I'll do it for you next time."

"No, no, no need." Gu Miao's voice was panicked.

The girl didn't know how happy she was to do something for her.

It seemed that the inferior and cowardly self finally had some capital standing in front of her.

Even if it was just a little bit, he couldn't help but feel sweet.

Cheng Chu sighed, and knew from the bottom of his heart that he would not agree, so he didn't say anything, but secretly planned to do more by himself when the two of them do sanitation next time.

The two walked into the classroom, packed their school bags, and walked out of the teaching building.

The streets were shattered with warm yellow lights, and the cold and silent winter night seemed to become warm.

Cheng Chu's house is not far from the school, it is only a five-minute walk away.

When she arrived at the school gate, she asked Gu Miao, "Where are you going?"

Gu Miao pointed to the left.

"Let's drop in, let's go together." Cheng Chu said with a smile.

On a winter night, the moon is sparse, and the girl's beautiful peach eyes are bent into a bright twinkling crescent.

Gu Miao trembled and nodded hurriedly.

The two walked side by side, and Cheng Chu could even smell the clean soap smell on Gu Miao.

Mixed with the winter wind, there is an inexplicable lingering taste.

She looked at the silent boy, pondered for a moment, and said, "Actually, you can talk more often. Your voice is very nice."

Gu Miao suffocated her feet.

He thought of the piece of paper that he had touched countless times with that sentence on it.

That was the first time someone said this.

Knowing it was comfort, the cold corner of his heart couldn't help but warm up.

"Well, good." Gu Miao whispered.

The depression in his eyes with low eyebrows melted like ice at the moment he saw the girl.

With dimly lit street lights on the street, Cheng Chu looked at the eyebrows of the young Qingjun and couldn’t help saying: “Actually, not everyone in the class is like Yu Yin. Some people are also quite good, like Zhou Ran and Rosie. Qian, they are all willing to talk to you."

Cheng Chu knew that the teenager was introverted and withdrawn, had no friends, and was unwilling to talk to others.

But she wanted to tell him that there are many people like her in this world, willing to tolerate his stumbling, willing to stop and wait, and willing to accept his gloom.

The young man looked at the dead branches on the roadside with dark eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

Cheng Chu thought he didn't believe it, and a touch of sourness felt in his heart.

She kicked the stone beside her foot, lowered her eyes, and said nothing.

After a long time, she heard the boy's low hoarse voice, saying, "Yeah."

I will listen to what you say.

Cheng Chu's dim eyes lit up instantly, she looked at Gu Miao and nodded with a smile.

The two walked quietly, and after a while, they arrived at the gate of Cheng Chu's house.

Cheng Chu stopped, raised his eyes to look at Gu Miao, and said softly: "I'm home, see you tomorrow, be careful on your way."

Gu Miao nodded: "Yeah."

He stared at the girl's figure in his eyes, until her figure disappeared, he turned around and walked back to school.

The school was a little dark, he walked into the bicycle shed, stepped on the only parked car, stepped on both feet, and drove the car into the moonlight.

Friday is always the most impetuous day for students.

But today is an exception.

Because there is a physics exam in the afternoon.

When get out of class was over, the students stopped going out to play. They sat at the table one by one, either reviewing physics notes or pondering difficult problems.

Zhou Ran was stuck on a difficult problem. Although he studied hard, his grades were only moderate.

There was silence in the classroom, Zhou Ran couldn't help but look sideways, quietly looking at his deskmate.

He is at the same table, and his studies can be said to be the best. On weekdays, physics and chemistry are the best in the class. He did not go to the key class because of the loss of English.

Having been at the same table with Gu Miao for a few months, the two of them have said a handful of things. The group discussion in class yesterday can be said to be the longest passage he heard from the same table.

Zhou Ran didn't dare to disturb him.

Gu Miao was always gloomy, and almost everyone ignored him.

Zhou Ran looked down at the empty questions on the pages of the book, thinking about the exam in the afternoon, and thinking about Gu Miao's uncharacteristic appearance in the group cooperation yesterday.

He gritted his teeth, touched the tablemate lightly, and whispered, "Gu Miao."

Gu Miao frowned and turned her head, her black eyes sinking.

Zhou Ran was shocked subconsciously, and the words that came to his lips instantly disappeared in this cold eyes.

It took him a few seconds to remember what he wanted to say.

"Uh, do you know how to do this?" He stretched the textbook over, his tone cautiously.

Gu Miao was a little surprised. Apart from Cheng Chu, almost no one in the class would speak to him.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the title of the book, and a strange emotion appeared in his heart.

The air stagnated for a moment.

Zhou Ran looked at Gu Miao with low eyes, and took the book back with a little embarrassment: "Forget it, let me think about it myself."

He feels a little regretful, knowing that Gu Miao won't pay attention to him, is it boring to rush to find him.

Gu Miao pursed her lips as she listened to Zhou Ran's awkward voice.

He thought of the girl looking at him under the dim light, with sincere and bright light in her eyes.

She said that in fact, someone was willing to talk to him.

The winter wind brought some bitter chills, but Gu Miao felt that a corner of his heart was burning unscrupulously.

The warm and peaceful temperature slowly spread to every corner of his body.

Sitting next to him, Zhou Ran was lowering his head, thinking hard about that unsolvable physics problem.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was pushed over on the desk, which was full of steps and ideas for solving the problem.

Zhou Ran raised his head in amazement, looking at Gu Miao who looked cold, and said with some uncertainty: "For me?"

The indifferent boy nodded, but what he said was a bit of a sense of contradiction because of stuttering: "Look, I don't understand, come and ask me again."

"Yes." Zhou Ran said with surprise and joy again and again: "Thank you, Gu Miao, you are actually quite nice."

He knew for the first time that this tablemate was such a good and cold-faced person.

Gu Miao's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his head without talking.

Good people? He sneered from the bottom of his heart. This was the first time anyone commented on himself like this.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: Try to take the first step and try to talk to others