Love Extra 1: First Love
Qin Chengmo was born into an artistic family.
Except for his father Qin Huo, who had a genetic mutation and the color of money flowed in his bones, everyone else was colorful.
Stone carving, calligraphy, oil painting, music, and opera are a flourishing display that can form a Spring Festival Gala.
Growing up in such an environment, Qin Chengmo naturally didn't pay much attention to traditional studies.
After all, if you think about it, even if he had the same genetic mutation, he would probably be a lazy rich second-generation.
——The source is his father.
But it was not until adolescence, when his personality gradually matured and his understanding of the world broadened from self, that he discovered that there were many people in his life who had been ignored.
My aunt He Yang is abroad all year round, so we can't be together even during the Chinese New Year.
The growing teenager is self-centered and not very close to his aunt whom he rarely sees.
But that year, Qin Chengmo had a performance in the country where He Yang was studying. The elders seemed to think that entertaining the younger generation was a huge task. Even though he had no interest at all, He Yang still took him around.
He watched several games and gained a clear understanding of track and field for the first time in his life.
But...change?
No, it’s not a groundbreaking change.
He is still the same person, but when he sees someone running, he subconsciously thinks of a word: track and field.
It was midsummer again, and the heat was scorching. Even though he was not afraid of heat, he still felt inexplicably irritable.
In short, it is hard to say what the reason was, but his life, which had always been smooth sailing, encountered its first hurdle.
Young people become successful, and fame, talent, everything is easily available, but everything is boring.
There is nothing interesting, and the tunes that are written sound bland and meaningless.
The elders in the family discussed it for two days and forced him to go to school and integrate into the normal life of his peers.
Perhaps it was the lack of a normal upbringing that made Qin Chengmo's personality unstable. Born into a family of carefree art students, they finally realized that even if their souls were free, raising children still had to adhere to social norms.
As a result, Qin Chengmo canceled all performances and returned to school to attend classes.
But he was still muddling along, sometimes even more confused, not knowing what he should do.
Boring.
Until someone brought up athletics.
This is a somewhat technical and unique term. Most people just call it running.
The classmate said that the school has organized a track and field team and he wants to participate in competitions to train professional athletes.
Qin Chengmo had the idea of going out to take a look, since he had no interest in anything else anyway.
Even after so many years, he is still grateful for that coincidence.
He saw a girl.
Slim and silent, but when you look into her eyes, you seem to hear the burning emotions in her ears.
The scalding water was bubbling under the glass. You couldn't hear any sound, but just one look at it made you feel like your skin was being scalded off.
Qin Chengmo wanted to take another look, wanting to sense more complex emotions.
But the girl's eyes were not on him. Stars have their own orbits, and she did not deviate from her course.
She moved forward, passing by him almost instantly, bringing with her a gust of hot wind, like a warm hug.
Qin Chengmo subconsciously followed her back, taking one step after another unconsciously. Before being stopped by the manager, he saw the girl cross the finish line first.
The silent girl raised her hands and smiled. Her sparkling eyes were no longer visible, but her appearance became clearer.
Qin Chengmo traced her face, her fingers, and her legs with his eyes.
Finally, when she exhaled and walked away, Qin Chengmo was so anxious that he almost thought he didn't remember who the girl was.
After all, as soon as she turned around, Qin Chengmo's mind was filled with only her glowing appearance. His mind unconsciously became dizzy and he could not remember anything.
Fortunately, it was probably just an illusion caused by momentary excitement.
Qin Chengmo turned on a desk lamp, sat at the desk, and drew her appearance with a pencil.
Then there was silence for a long time.
Qin Chengmo actually didn't quite understand what he was doing. It was too strange. He was afraid that he would not be able to remember what a person looked like, so he sketched it over and over in his mind, and finally put it on paper, without any mistake.
The paper I usually use to write music is filled with her image.
Finally, Qin Chengmo held the back of his head and thought angrily -
It’s already been drawn, don’t think about it anymore, he still needs to sleep.
The next day, Qin Chengmo ran out of draft paper.
Cui Liu accidentally saw traces of drawing on his music book and thought that he suddenly wanted to learn painting.
In fact, she always felt that Qin Chengmo should not only have musical talent. After all, there are recessive genes in biology.
Therefore, Qin Chengmo learned some painting when he was a child, but later on, Qin Chengmo's talent in music was indeed revealed more quickly.
Could it be that he has been frustrated in his music career and found other hobbies?
That's fine, she doesn't care.
Qin Chengmo had no idea that his mother was thinking about parenting tips, but she didn't show it anyway.
He doesn't care.
But before leaving, Qin Chengmo turned back and put the stack of portraits he had painted all night into his bag.
Qin Chengmo felt the texture of the paper and felt amused. He had just passed by a telephone pole and remembered that he didn't even know the girl's name. He wanted to post a missing person notice on the telephone pole.
However, no normal person can accept this kind of crazy idea.
After all, they were in the same school, so it shouldn't be difficult to see each other. Next time... next time, he would ask her name.
He thought so as he looked at the scenery passing by outside the window.
Then, for a month, he didn't see anyone who looked like the girl.
Qin Chengmo began to doubt his memory again. Could it be that he didn't remember her face at all? He looked at several portraits over and over again, but still couldn't find the figure of that person.
Even, even a similar person.
No one else looked like her, as if glowing.
Qin Chengmo didn't go to school for three consecutive days.
Irritable, more irritable than before returning to school.
No matter how much his family persuaded him, he didn't want to go to school. From this, we can see that his family has no normal educational concept at all. If he were in an ordinary family, he would probably be beaten.
But instead of that, he got his mother's new creation - the decadent teenager.
He was so angry that he had a headache.
Finally, Qin Chengmo came out of his emotions on his own, but he had not given up looking for someone. Every time he passed by the playground, he would stop and watch.
I thought about asking other classmates, but no one could remember the girl who had won first place in the campus running competition at some point, so they couldn't match her up.
He has a portrait, but if he really takes it out, people will definitely guess what he is thinking, and he will feel awkward and unable to reconcile himself.
Summer passed, autumn passed, winter departed, and South City welcomed a new spring. The wind blew stubborn leaves from the trees, but instead of falling, they spiraled upwards. It was hard to tell whether it was the warmth or the chill that carried them higher and farther.
Qin Chengmo stared at the leaf, wondering where it would be taken.
Inadvertently, someone bumped into his back.
The girl uttered a short cry:
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
Qin Chengmo lowered his head, and the girl apologized repeatedly. Her short hair fluttered with her movements, more unpredictable than the falling leaves.
Qin Chengmo forgot to exhale, holding his breath and staring at the girl who suddenly appeared. Among the many unspeakable thoughts, one flashed through his mind.
It turns out that the brain can really shut down, and then the body will become so stiff that it can't do anything.
"It's okay." He said this subconsciously, his eyes still fixed on her face, trying to remember her current appearance more clearly.
Qu Chi apologized and picked up his phone again, his face full of joy.
She lowered her head and typed:
[Yes, I joined the provincial team.]
After sending it, I couldn't help but laugh and couldn't control it.
In her joy, she realized that someone seemed to be looking at her. She turned around and saw a boy standing under a tree. A gust of wind blew up out of nowhere.
In an instant, the remnants of winter were blown away by the wind, revealing the tender green grass buds underneath.
Spring is here.
Qu Chi came back to his senses, not caring what he had just turned around to look at.
Spring is here! How wonderful!
She made it to the provincial team! That's great!
The girl walked briskly, and soon she couldn't help jogging. When she saw the tall treetops on the road, she couldn't help jumping up to touch them.
Just a slight touch and the tree began to shake.
Just like his heart, beating, beating, with no rhythm at all.
The leaves that were blown away by the wind swirled back at some point and fell in front of him.
Qin Chengmo reached out to take it, and it fell into his palm.
The end of the wandering turns out to be here.
This time, I forgot to ask her name.
Qin Chengmo was annoyed, but then he thought... she was indeed a student of the school. Perhaps, if he just went to school for one more year, he would eventually run into her.
Bar?
Spring, spring.
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