"Or Poland , it's beautiful there."
Neungdiao sat with his chin up , looking dejectedly at the classroom wall clock , and hearing his classmates arguments around him , but he didn't pay much attention. The 2 nd period break is over but the 3 rd period teacher has not yet entered the class
"Disneyland don't you?"
"Why not Poland , isn't it interesting?"
"Let's do a little research. Don't jus go to an amusement park or see nature" The teenager still ignored his friend's words
"Isn't that Neungdiao?"
"What?"
He only let out a brief question because he wasn't involved in the conversation in the first place. Neungdiao looked around , next to 3 friends who were arguing over where to rest for the summer , but still undecided
"Where are you going?"
A friend asked , nothing so special that it made him sigh. I don't know ho many more time i have to answer them
"At home."
"Why stay home. Aren't you rich , or waiting for the holiday weekend?"
"My mom didn't let me go anywhere."
Neungdiao replied softly , he didn't like this kind of interrogation very much , so he mentioned his mother. BEcause otherwise they're going to have a bunch of other questions , why stay home , and so on. Since his father died on his 10th birthday , his mother was the one who raised him like a flower in greenhouse. The status of the sole heir in the family is great blessing , but also an evil curse
"But Chopper gets to go?"
The words stunned him for a moment , unable to ignore them. Chopper was the son of Supakit , Neungdiao's uncle. His cousin. But he was raised in a different way. Anyway , with Neungdiao's position , he is the breadwinner of the family , all businesses are run under the hard work of his parents. This meant that Neungdiao was the main heir , and Chopper was just his uncle son , and his mother and uncle took over the job together. Although he is a relative , he does not trust this uncle very much
"Chopper is Chopper , i'm me."
He asiad as he stood up and carried his bag. Ten minutes had passed , the teacher still hadn't come in. Adn even if it was in the 11th minute , no one would stop it
"I'll skip clas s, see you in the afternoon."
Pum immediately stopped. This was probably the one who talked to him the most
"Hey i've fixed it. Will you ask me to sign it?"
He was silent and indescribable emotion in his heart "Well when can i tell you"
"Than you , boss."
The other group continued to discuss animatedly. He draped his briefcase over his shoulders and went out to find a quite place alone
There was a knock on the door even though the door was still open
A soft knock spread throughout the small room connected to the school's main meeting room. It is used to make musical instruments and arrange sound lighting effects for various important events. Of course , it became the room for the music club
"It's been the first day of school?"
The person who was wiping the instruments suddenly turned when he heard the voice. Neungdiao walked in and looked around. This is a secret place behind the chicken wing , few people know about it. Like shadows in the theater , where the prince will bury himself forever
"Can't you?"
He set the briefcase aside. As if there was some magical power , he went straight to the piano in the corner of the room. Neungdiao's conversationalist was Ben , and like him , he had been involved in the club since high school. However , soicety is full eccentrics. Everyone has private space , no one is allowed to enter except the people of the club
"It's okay if its's you." Ben replied
Neungdiao knew what he meant. Every if has a price to pay , a reward even if the price is extremely high
"Uh."
He sat down in front of the keyboard , his mind blank , longing only to touch a certain melody. His hand touched the C major key , intending to play his favorite music again. Each finger gliding over the keyboard is the freest feeling. Here , all can feel the art by ear, ignoring the dark surroundings and immersing themselves in the music
"Last chrismas." Ben said. Neungdiao turned to look
"Last chrismas it the song you played at chrismas your freshman year."
"How do you know?"
Neungdiao was a little surprised. He was playing this piece at the time but it was behind the scenes. Everyone thought it was a soundtrack played from audio , and no one knew it was actually a piano piece played by him
"I know. But this C sound is quite strange , does not press al the way. It's a bit out of tune but not so bad , is that your style?"
Ben said as he wiped the drums , not looking back but he knew what the other party was thinking. Neungdiao tried to deal with this with his piano teacher but couldn't , especially recently when things were getting chaotic
"Play another one."
Neungdiao said the last sentence and pressed the first note with his finger. He'd done this much that he almost didn't need to look at the sheet music. the song tells a love story in a special situation , the main character decides to give his heart to a person who happens to pass by
Last christmas i gave you my heart241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQxC7ENFCiM
But the very next day you gave it away241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqaD1ZxGJ1H
This year , to save me from tears241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB0OYgcWWeM
I'll give it to someone special
"Senior of high school , how does the first day of school feel , is it okay?"
This was the first word he heard after sitting at the table. The table was long enough for 10 people but no one except his mother and uncle
"Tha's fine!"
The son replied , pretending that nothing important had happened but at same time 2 hands unconsciously grabbed the briefcase. Neungdiao skipped school to the music room , accidentally staying too long. When i returned to class , i found that the notebook i had left under the table had been slashed to pieces. He went to check the locker when he saw clay stuffed into the locks. It took him time to call a mechanic to fix it
"But hearing Chanon say you don't look good." Mom reached out and took her hand. Since dad's death , mom has taken over dad's place. She took on the job of a domestic real estate company., helping the company through the crisis
Whether underground or on the ground , she did it all. After that night of torrential rain , Neungdiao was not told stories before going to bed , and then never in his lif
"Uncle Chanon is overreacting!"
"Neungdiao!" mom said , taking a deep breath at the same time. She looked away. Life is not difficult , but not everyone wats to be born in this prison world no less
"Uncle Chanon is worried so he tells me. Does Neungdiao have fight with friends? Has anyone done anything to you? Tell me so i can tell the headmaster."
Neungdiao didn't answer , shaking his head in disinterest and pretending nothing had happened. She also understood that the reason he was hated was because she had reclaimed some market land near the school to build new buildings , forced people there to protest and planted banners along the way. Had Neungdiao became the son of someone who din't care about the poor?
"Mrs Tanya"
A small voice interrupted into the conversation. The boy who didn't need to go back knew it was Chanon , the driver who took him to school every day. His eyes swept over the driver with hash gaze but there was nothing he could do. At least Chanon was the one who saved him from the closes before suffocating in it
"It's time."
The man said. The mother said nothing , just nodded in agreement. Chanon came out with another person
"This is Palm , my son."
Chanon introduced the newcomer
"Hi khun Tanya , hello khun Neungdiao." He raised his hand to greet everyone clumsily.
The boy in front was a smaller version of Chanon , expect for his fair skin. The overall look is quite eye catching , the jawbone stands out , the five eyes are bright. After he finished greeting , the boy's hands joined together slightly bent down
Neungdiao looked at his son Palm
"Palm lives with his uncle in the country. But he had just passed away so i told him to move here for a while. If there another place i'll let it him move out."
Chanon said politely. Despite the fact that he could be considered his mother's right hand man , he was very trusting. Neungdiao also considered him a relative rather than a subordinate , but he never showed up , behaved like a normal worker , never once asked for credit for helping his family
"No need to think that much. Leave your son here. Such a big house has a lot of empty rooms."
Tanya said casually. He didn't interrupt or argue , just looked curiously at the newcomer. Palm lifted his head to look up , their eyes involuntarily meeting but within moments , the other realized and walked away
"Im sorry."
Neungdiao turned to look at Chanon and asked questions. Just because there's no place to stay? Chanon's son is no longer young , why appear at this time. Don't you want your kids to stay away from here. If given the choice , no one would let their flesh and blood enter the gray area and the smell of gun powder waft
"How old are you?"Mom turned to ask the boy
"19 years old."
He heard his voice clearly for the first time. Quite quite and rough but a little resolute
"So i'm in my freshman year of college."
"No , khun Tanya. His uncle had cancer and had to take a year off from school to care for him. He just went back to school in his senior year of high school."
"So it's on par with Neungdiao now , isn't? When Neungdiao was 17 , Palm was 18." Palm lifted his head to look at the other person , nodding in understanding.
"Fortunately , it's like 2 of you are the same age. Can be friends with Neungdiao."
The sentence cause the arm that was about to pick up the food to suddenly pause. Neungdiao raised his head to look at the newcomer. He look deep into the probing mysterious gaze. Palm was as quite and humble as his father. Behind the burden of the driver's son , how would be behave with him?
"Palm will you take care of Neungdiao?"
"Yes."
After saying that he and his father left. Neungdiao was now emotionally confused. What does this seemingly mild , submissive name really mean? He smiled involuntarily
Friends?
Does anyone in your life really consider yourself a friend?
.
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Palm behaves like a servant in the family even though his mother has asked him to be friends with her child. Every time he passed by , he just lowered his eyes. When he came with him , he just bowed his head quietly. He was so silent that he lived. Neungdiao didn't pay much attention at first , but the more he looked at him , the more Nueng felt disgusted. Palm acts as not a human but a silent machine , despite the outside world's dictates
"Hey."
Neungdiao casually greeted the newcomer. At first he was in the room watching a little entertainment TV but suddenly heard the sound of running water. When he came out , he saw Palm washing his car. Some strange feeling urged him to come and talk to the other person
"Hello , Khun noo."
"My name is Neungdiao"
"Yes , Khun noo Neungdiao."
The boy who washing the car hurriedly ran to turn off the water and then turned to stand quietly with his head down , hands clenched
"Do you need me to do anything?"
"Yes"
One side asked , the other hurriedly answered. The boy lifted his head as he waited for order. But when the other person stared as hiim he ovoided his gaze
"Look up"
"What?"
"I told you to look up."
The boy hesitated but eventually had to follow suit. Palm wasn't one to lack confidence , but for some reason he wasn't
"When you talk , you have to look into the eyes of the other person , don't look down , i don't like it."
Palm nodded in agreement. But then instead of looking down he looked down , causing Neungdiao to sigh helplessly
"Where were you before?"
Neung continued to ask , looking at his opponent with provocative look. In fact , he still doubted this son. It was no pure coincidence in the world that he asked him to be his friend
"Hua Hin"
"In the city?"
"No in the country."
The teen replied politely. Neungdiao stood with his arms crossed over his chest , his eyes watchign his opponent from head to toe
"Then what does your uncle do in Hua Hin?"
"Papaya salad"
"So you know how to do it , right?"
Learning the way his father did , he tried to look up as specific information as possible
"Not really , because most of the time i'm just running errands." Palm said as he bent down and immediately look up
"Is it hard to move here? New place for example?" Neungdiao pretended to care , but the goal was to know what Chanon was doing
"It's nothing. My uncle died anyway , so there's no one else."
He nodded , watching the movements of the person in front of him. The other party's answer wasn't out of the question , but Palm didn't seem to be lying
"What about friends?"
Not so much. Because after school i have to run to help my uncle scrape the papaya , so i don't have a lot of time to hang out with friends."
The air suddenly quiet , because the other owner couldn't think of any other questions. Palm was too ordinary. It's not! Mediocre to the point of boredom. But Neungdiao believes that Chanon's son must have a lot to hide. His mother trusted Chanon like that , there was no reason why she didn't care about her son. At least his mother would send him to school , and he would have a better life than the children of the rest of the family
The question is , does mom really want Plam to be his friend
"Why Palm?"
Questions lingered in the teen's mind. He looked out the window. Palm is washing car after car. He watched to see what the other was wearing. It was the school uniform of a public school that was quite far away from here. Neungdiao shook his head to let the thoughts fade away.
After all , what were you thinking?
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