Faced with Jiang Beize's sincerity, he did not speak, but just looked away.
Those dark eyes were filled with moving water. The light gradually shifted, and something covered his eyes.
Jiang Beize grinned, "Okay, I admit that you look really handsome and cool when you fight, but you'd better not fight in the future! People around you will be worried about you if your face is covered with injuries. !”
"Are you worried about me too?" Song Nanye spoke dully, his voice hoarse.
"certainly!"
Jiang Beize replied without thinking.
"We are friends, and you are my master!"
“…”
Song Nanye's lips moved but he did not reply.
Jiang Beize went back to class, and he walked in the opposite direction to him, a fork in the road, two separate roads.
His path is bright, the path of a good student, with the stars and the sea before him.
And his road is dark, lonely, and full of thorns that no one can understand.
After passing through an alley and wandering through a wide grassland, the afternoon sun was just right and fell on the branches that were blooming in early spring, creating an unreal illusion.
He lives in this illusion, being his uninhibited self.
Song Nanye sat down on the grass.
He was alone, with only the guitar on his back, the Pepsi in his hand, and his face covered in bruises from a previous fight with his friend.
Facing the distant sky, he put the guitar on his lap, opened the can, took two sips of Coke, and then strummed the strings in his hand.
The deep sound of the piano slowly sounded...
His music has always been dull and hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes that no one can understand, and there is never any happiness at all.
"It's a pity that you were not happy on the day you met me. Maybe it was because we met too late."
"boom!"
The can in front of me was kicked over by someone, and the Coke inside came out and flowed across the entire green grass.
Song Nanye frowned suddenly and looked over with extreme violence.
The same three people.
A fat man, a yellow man, and a thin man.
"Oh, that's really good. The bastard sent the pretty boy back to school, and then he drank Coke and sang "Coke" here." Huang Maoyin said with a smile.
"That's right, he will enjoy it."
The fat man echoed Huang Mao's words and kicked the already empty Coke can twice without taking it seriously.
"You're looking for death!"
Song Nanye almost roared out these words, threw the guitar aside, grabbed the fat man's collar and beat him violently.
It was completely different from the restraint in the cemetery. At this moment, the punches were like a storm, punch after punch, hard and extreme, making the fat man's already plump face even more bloated.
"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Seeing that Song Nanye was only beating him, Fatty immediately begged for mercy. He was just a follower, why did he treat him like this
"Why don't I, I, I buy you another bottle of Coke! I will buy you Pepsi, Coca-Cola, Mirinda!"
"It's different! I just drink Pepsi!"
Song Nanye punched him hard again.
The air was filled with the sound of creaking bones.
The fat man covered his cheek and felt like his teeth were about to fall out. He cried pitifully, "Then, can't I buy you another hundred boxes of Pepsi?"
"I told you it's different!"
After saying that, he kicked the fat man directly to the ground.
The fat man shed tears of grievance. What was different
Huang Mao rubbed his forehead and sighed, "You two should go back first. I have something to say to this bastard alone."
Seeing this, the thin man helped the fat man with a bruised nose and face on the ground and left quickly.
Song Nanye's violent aura had not yet dissipated, and the blazing fire in his eyes dyed half of the sky red.
"Tsk, tsk, it's just a can of Coke, and it makes you so excited?"
Huang Mao smiled and patted Song Nanye on the shoulder, covering his ear with a smile that seemed real and fake...
"Song Nanye, Song Nanye, how much do you want to tell the world that you are bisexual?"
(End of chapter)