Could it be someone?
Not knowing whether he was a friend or an enemy, Xiaolan kept silent and quietly moved towards the door.
Lying beside the door, Xiaolan poked her head out little by little and looked into the door.
There were no moving figures or luminous objects in the door.
Xiaolan was stunned, stood up straight, and stepped into the house.
The room is staggered up and down, filled with transparent or translucent crystal glass!
On the table, on the bookshelf, almost everything in the house that can be seen with the naked eye is related to colored glaze. The colored glass screens and dressing mirrors, the colored glass ornaments placed everywhere, the weak sunlight pouring in from the small colored glass window, passing through the layers. The refraction of the glass makes the whole room shine like a diamond.
A room full of glass!
Xiaolan was stunned, standing in the middle of the room and watching all this.
"Hello, classmate!"
A man's voice suddenly sounded from the side. Xiaolan was so startled that she quickly turned around and looked over. She saw that the place was empty except for a glass plate standing by the wall like a mirror.
Where did the man go?
Why are there men?
Xiaolan slowed down her breathing, stood on tiptoes and moved step by step towards the direction of the glass board.
"Classmate! Please wait!"
The sound came again, and this time Xiaolan was sure that the sound came from the square yellowed glass plate standing in the corner.
Could it be that someone is hiding behind the glass panel?
"classmate……"
The man was breathing heavily, and the call seemed to be coming from far away. Slowly, the glass plate changed.
Vaguely, a hand appeared on it, and the glass board seemed to turn into a big screen, showing the pictures and sounds in front of her. Xiaolan was stunned. Could it be that this glass board was actually a TV?
After the hand, the arm gradually appeared, and then the whole body. Finally, the appearance of a boy appeared.
The handsome-looking boy stretched out his hand and grabbed something. He smiled apologetically and excitedly, looking at the person or something in front of him. He scratched his head with his other hand, seemingly embarrassed.
"Classmate, can you please listen to my explanation?"
Was that "classmate" he caught?
Why didn't the "classmate" appear in the glass board?
"I didn't harass you, nor did I mean to blaspheme you," the boy lowered his head slightly, with a shy smile on his face, "You may think I'm stupid, but I did... the first time I met you. When...just..."
The person the boy was holding seemed to struggle, and his hand was jerked forward. Fortunately, the boy reacted in time and held on tighter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me express it differently. Don't leave. I really want to say these words to you."
The boy's smile disappeared and he stared deeply at the person in front of him, his eyes twinkling.
"I noticed you when you entered the class. Please don't think that I am a lustful scumbag. I noticed you, not for some strange reason, but because... I found in your eyes Something different..."
The person opposite seemed to have calmed down and listened. The boy straightened his body and spoke seriously.
"Although you are just like everyone else on the surface, you are polite, optimistic, and enthusiastic, but the moment you turned your back, the expression that suppressed your smile, and the loneliness in your eyes at that moment, it just caught my eye. Here, I don’t know why, but I suddenly... feel sorry for you."
The person in front of him seemed to turn around and say something. The boy lowered his head again and smiled shyly.
"I don't know why I feel distressed... maybe it's just fate..."
The boy quietly glanced at the face of the person in front of him and nodded heavily.
"I know it's hard for you to accept me all at once, but... can we... even start as friends?"
Xiaolan suddenly became excited. Although it was like watching a TV series, the plot was inexplicably touching.
Seeing the reaction of the person in front of him, the boy's eyes lit up and a bright smile appeared on his face.
"Really?...We really can..."
Ah ah ah, we are really together.
Xiaolan changed her posture and continued to look.
"Then don't call me 'classmate' anymore, okay? Call me by my name, call me Ren Chong." The boy was so happy that he didn't know where to put it, "I'll call you by your name too, let's not call you any more." So strange..."
Xiaolan nodded with satisfaction.
The boy raised his eyes, his eyes deep.
"Okay, Flowers?"
