There was still class in the afternoon, and Jiang Yiyou didn't plan to stay longer. Before leaving, she quietly left a box of mints, and the pink box was replaced with green. Caught in Chu Chuan's professional textbook.
He was immersed in the joy of "Guan Chuchuan called Brother Chuan and he was not rejected", and when he bumped into Chu Jiari who was walking by wearing a peaked cap and mask, it was too late to pretend to be a passerby.
Chu Jiari was still like this, too coquettish to bask in the sun. When going out during the day, you should also wear a mask to cover your face tightly. It's just that Jiang Yiyou has known him for so many years, and he only needs to take a look at the pair of red phoenix eyes exposed outside to recognize him.
Chu Jiari unceremoniously reached out and grabbed his forearm, his high-spirited tone sounded like a bee flapping its wings, "Why are you here?! Foreign students don't live here. Bar!"
Jiang Yiyou never cared about him very much, he raised his eyelids and asked lazily, "Who are you, classmate?"
Now he is glad that he is facing Chu Jiari ten years later, not the twenty-year-old Chu Jiari. He didn't know Chu Jiari very well when he was in the second year of university. Ten years later, Chu Jiari can be treated without any scruples and no room for him.
Chu Jiari was so angry that the top of his head almost burst into smoke, but he couldn't explain why. In the end, he could only warn him viciously: "Who cares who I am, I know you like Chu Chuan. But he has a boyfriend. Man, don't try to get close to him!"
Jiang Yi let out a sigh, slightly surprised by Chu Jiari's counterattack. Although as time goes back, IQ also seems to have retreated from thirty years old to twenty years old, but he still knows to stand on the moral high ground to suppress his rivals in love.
Looking at Chu Jiari's gaze calmly, Jiang Yi lowered his voice, as if he was just talking softly with an old friend he had known for many years, "Chu Jiari, the last life gave you a fair chance to compete. Now, you Should I pay it back?"
Chu Jiari stood there almost in a panic, his face under the mask lost all color, and he could no longer listen to anything. He looked up in a trance, and the moment the sunlight pierced his pupils, he seemed to have seen the end of his efforts.
I thought that by pretending to be serious and unfathomable, the words I used to intimidate Chu Jiari would make him flinch and retreat. But I didn't expect that it would have a counterproductive effect while stimulating the other party.
Jiang Yiyou huddled in the corner of the milk tea shop, silently glanced at Chu Chuan's back and Chu Jiari who was almost inseparable by his side: "..."
Chu Chuan was really right. With Chu Jiari's stubborn temper, going up against the current to threaten and intimidate will only make the other party's rebellion more and more intense.
Evan's urging calls came one after another. Jiang Yiyou had no choice but to pick up the guitar beside him in a hurry, pushed open the door of the milk tea shop and left.
Jiang Yiyou's guitar was taught by Evan, and the habit of selling and singing on campus guitar was developed in the United States. Every Valentine's Day and Christmas, he and Evan would stand in front of the largest fountain in the center of the commercial square with their guitars in their arms, pretending to be street singers.
And his black hair and black eyes can stand out in the comparison of facial features even with an Asian face, which is the biggest selling point of him and Evan, a small band that combines Chinese and Western. On Chinese campuses these days, the exact opposite is evident.
He and Evan stood under the big tree opposite the milk tea shop, behind them was a large expanse of blue sky and white clouds and the vast river connecting the sky. It was Saturday evening at this time, and the grand afterglow of the setting sun passed over the river, casting golden light all over the river.
An hour later, on the other side of the river behind them, there will be a fireworks festival that blooms every Saturday. Did Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari come to watch the fireworks? Jiang Yiyou absent-mindedly played chords to Evan beside him, but all he could think about was the encounter with Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari in the milk tea shop just now.
A girl asked him for some love songs, Jiang Yi turned back to Evan immediately. Evan, who is usually in charge of singing love songs, is now lying on the guardrail taking selfies with a beautiful girl he met. Jiang Yi cursed secretly, and then began to deal with the other party.
When Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari came out of the milk tea shop, Jiang Yiyou was talking to Hu Tianhai: "You can't sing love songs indiscriminately. If you sing, you have to be responsible. I only sing to people I like."
The girl squatted beside him with her face in her hands, her delicate Yuanshan eyebrows wrinkled in frustration, "Then what kind of person do you like?"
"What kind of person do you like..." Jiang Yiyou repeated in a murmur, and suddenly saw Chu Chuan from a distance through the crowd inside and outside.
His gaze circled between Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari calmly, and after confirming that the two were not holding hands, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then his brows and eyes stretched to reveal a smile, and he whistled in the direction of Chu Chuan, looking over the unfamiliar faces that came and went or stopped for a rest.
Then, during the few seconds of anxiously waiting while squeezing his sweaty palms, as if waiting for a long century, finally Chu Chuan's sideways face appeared.
Jiang Yi's gaze turned deep, and his fingers lightly resting on the guitar subconsciously plucked the strings. When he came back to his senses, the prelude to the love song with thousands of twists and turns had almost finished, Jiang Yi moved his lips, and his clear and soft voice slipped through his throat and slowly overflowed from his lips.
Floating in the air, in the eyes of passers-by. Far away across the sea of people, across thousands of rivers and mountains, to reach him.
Along with the singing, there was also Jiang Yiyou's wet eyes looking at each other from a distance across the crowd.
Chu Chuan thought about it, not sure if it was the light spots scattered in his eyes by the setting sun, or the stars that had been hidden for a long time and finally emerged from the deep sea.
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After Jiang Yiyou left, Chu Chuan entered the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, looked at his face in the mirror expressionlessly, then raised his hand, and stroked his chin.
When the roommate came back, he heard rustling sounds from the bathroom. Walking over to take a look suspiciously, seeing Chu Chuan standing in front of the mirror shaving his beard, his eyes suddenly widened. Then he was speechless, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message: Yaoshou, what day is today? ? ? Brother Chuan even shaves without going out? ?
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