The gray-haired girl barely understood what the boy said.
But that didn't stop her from coming to this conclusion.
…
The boy smiled bitterly.
"Don't lose the test paper..."
"Mom will be angry when she sees this result..."
…
"Why?"
The gray-haired girl tilted her head.
"Mom gets angry so easily."
Why are you angry like this? Why are you angry like that...
…
"No."
The boy was not happy that the gray-haired girl said this to his mother.
"Mom doesn't get angry easily."
"Mom is so good..."
When his father was still alive, his mother hardly ever got angry in his memory.
Occasionally if he is naughty or careless and does something wrong, his mother will pretend to be angry, tap his forehead, and educate him with a straight face.
But as soon as she sees his eyes turn red or he admits his mistake, his mother will immediately smile.
He liked his previous mother.
like very much.
He really hopes that his mother will change back to her former self soon.
Because his mother has become less like her, he even complains about his father.
It's all because of my father who made my mother like this...
Mom is obviously not like this...
He wants his old mother...
…
The boy sniffed.
"...I didn't do well in the exam..."
There was a hint of hoarseness in the boy's voice.
…
"You didn't do well in the exam, so your mother will be angry?"
The gray-haired girl concluded the boy's words.
…
"Um."
Although I think their conversation seems a bit strange...
The boy frowned.
Still nodded.
The gray-haired girl is right.
It was he who failed the exam.
That's why my mother is angry.
If he does well in the exam...
Mom will smile happily, right?
When he thought of this, the boy's heart felt like it was on fire.
How could he not do well in the exam?
He obviously wanted to use his good grades to make his mother happy from the beginning...
…
"That's your fault."
The gray-haired girl came to a conclusion naturally.
…
boy:……
He couldn't refute.
Nor did he refute.
It's his fault.
He clenched his fingers.
The corners of my eyes are a little warm.
He felt ashamed of the slight loss in his heart.
He was actually expecting to be comforted by the other party?
….
But……
He really wanted to be comforted.
Mother's disorder, friends' alienation...
No one comforted him for a long time.
No one even noticed his depression.
He suddenly opened his eyes hard.
Can't cry.
He could already feel his eyes getting wet.
But as long as the tears don't fall...
Then no one would notice him crying.
He was already embarrassed enough in front of this strange gray-haired girl...
He didn't want to be more embarrassed.
I don't want to humiliate myself either.
…
A burst of melodious music came to the boy's ears.
The boy was startled.
He looked up blankly.
…
The gray-haired girl picked a maple leaf and put it in her mouth.
The next second, a crisp and melodious melody sounded from the maple leaves.
…
After the last syllable fell, the gray-haired girl took out the maple leaf from her mouth.
It looked at the boy.
"Does it sound good?"
This is the little tune it blows at will.
It sounds pretty good to me.
I wonder what this boy thinks?
certainly.
If this human being says it is not good or average, it is definitely because this human being has no ability to appreciate music at all.
…
It will not think that it is not playing well.
…
"Ouch~"
The boy subconsciously touched his head.
Um?
"Maple Leaf?"
The boy took a maple leaf from his head.
He didn't believe it.
Was the pain just now caused by this maple leaf?
how come?
Such a light maple leaf...it won't hurt no matter how you hit it, right?
…
"I'm asking you a question."
The gray-haired girl said unhappily.
It doesn't like to be ignored.
certainly.
It refers to humans who can see themselves.
Otherwise, it will not draw more attention to humans who cannot see itself.
…
"ah?"
The boy was immediately attracted by the gray-haired girl's words.
I forgot the pain and confusion of being hit on the head by a maple leaf.
Instead, new doubts arose.
"What?"
…
The gray-haired girl rolled her eyes.
"Fool."
"I'm asking you if the music I just played sounds good?"
…
"Sounds good."
the boy blurted out.
He was stunned.
He didn't notice the gray-haired girl talking to him for the first time.
He was still immersed in the music played by the gray-haired girl.
…
"listen well."
The boy murmured again.
Such a crisp and melodious tune...
It's like a collection of beautiful images.
In a daze, he felt the breeze blowing on his face, smelled the elegant liquidambar, and saw the sparkling spring water in the sun...
He could only hear the childish chirping but not see it, but when he was about to give up, he found a bright color caught in the corner of his eye, and the sound of flapping wings was mixed with the tinkling sound of spring water...
Clean, clear and beautiful.
All his emotions seemed to be soothed.
He was immersed in this soft touch.
…
The boy felt much calmer.
The previous grievances and injustices have faded away.
…
"That's natural."
The gray-haired girl grinned.
She showed the most wanton expression the boy had ever seen since seeing her.
The boy was a little stunned.
He always felt...looking at such a girl...it was like the wind was blowing into some blocked areas in his heart...
He felt a little relaxed.
This relaxation made him feel comfortable and comfortable.
He touched his chest.
Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind.
"you……"
He looked at the gray-haired girl.
Did she play the song just now specifically for him?
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up with a faint light unconsciously.
Really?
…
Because he was too concerned about this question, the boy hesitated for a long time and then asked hesitantly.
"you……"
"The song just now..."
"yes……"
"Did you play it especially for me?"
…
The gray-haired girl tilted her head.
He seemed to be puzzled by the boy's problem.
"Is there anyone else here besides you?"
Although it always plays when it wants to play.
But it was indeed the boy who triggered the idea of playing.
It's not wrong to say it was played for boys...
…
Although he was scolded, the boy's face showed the gray-haired girl's first smile since seeing the boy.
The boy felt a little embarrassed.
He pursed his lips.
I want the smile on my face not to be so obvious.
Unfortunately, the results were not great.
He smiled too obviously.
The corners of his eyes and eyebrows curved with joy.