"End," Lu Youqi leaned down and looked at Yang Mo's computer screen, "The design question I asked you last week, please send me the source code."
Yang Mo came out of the bathroom to wash up and said, "The machine died a few days ago, and it's gone."
The end of the term is just around the corner, and they're busy wrestling with their big homework, and it's bald at this juncture when a computer messes up. "Other documents are okay." Lu Youqi asked with concern.
Yang Mo: "Well, the important thing is to have a backup in the U disk."
Lu Youqi looked at his succinct computer screen and suggested: "You can apply for an account on CSDN, and you can write down your ideas and codes on it. It is also a kind of growth record."
Yang Mo has been in a state of online nomads.
Generally, if you can use the software online, you will not download it, and if you can browse it by tourists, you will not apply for an account. If you apply for an account, you will be like a zombie, except for the browsing records.
Yang Mo felt that what Lu Youqi said made sense, so he rewritten the question for him, and then went to register an account according to the words and recorded it.
Lu Youqi looked at his gray default avatar and the randomly generated alphanumeric nickname, and said helplessly: "Finally, you won't... pack yourself a little?"
My roommate's WeChat and Weibo avatar nickname is also this virtue.
"It doesn't make sense." Yang Mo said, "These things are to express the user's personality, mood, and state, so as to achieve a better social effect. I don't use them for making friends or expressing."
"Xingxingxing...you're right." Lu Youqi said, "I think you're actually having difficulty in naming things."
Yang Mo: "There is such a part of the reason. So I said, it is meaningless to be entangled in this."
Lu Youqi sat cross-legged on his bed, received Yang Mo's documents, shook his head, sighed and smiled bitterly.
He sometimes felt that Yang Mo was out of tune with this fast-changing era of fast food.
After finishing everything, Lu Youqi stretched, lay down, and started surfing time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the college entrance examination is going to take place tomorrow."
Lu Youqi sighed old-fashionedly: "Oh, I really miss when I was young."
Yang Mo cared for the 19-year-old empty-nest man and said, "Are you free in the afternoon the day after tomorrow?"
Lu Youqi opened the timetable and said, "I'm free."
"Go out with me and pick up someone." Yang Mo said, "I promised the little girl I taught to wait until the college entrance examination is over to pick her up."
"Tsk," Lu Youqi thought that this person was going to treat him, and said casually, "Why is it my turn, you go to your little brother, doesn't he like to stick to you..."
Yang Mo interrupted him: "I broke up with Han Shiyu."
The tongue hit Lu Youji's mouth in time, and after silence he stammered out a syllable: "Huh?"
He racked his brains and couldn't think of what Han Shiyu could do to make Yang Mo say something like breaking up with him.
In front of the computer desk, there was no reply for a long time except for the sound of pressing keys.
Lu Youqi could see that the roommates from the house attached great importance to his younger brother—perhaps it was because he was soft-spoken, and Yang Mo was also very concerned about his affairs.
This made Lu Youqi quite envious.
Not to mention Han Shiyu, he is also somewhat dependent on Yang Mo. My roommates can think of almost everything for others, but they don't intervene. When interacting with people, maintain a comfortable and refreshing feeling that is inseparable without being bored and noisy.
When someone asked him what his ideal type was, Lu Youqi joked many times that he would turn Yang Mo into a woman, and then add a little more gentleness and cuteness - the misfortune came out of his mouth, and he also suffered many times of tragic education.
His banter is still measured. Lu Youqi pursed his lips, got out of bed, patted Yang Mo's shoulder, and said, "Are you free tonight?"
Yang Mo finished hitting the carriage return and said, "Yes."
Lu Youqi: "Let's go for one?"
…
They often come to this barbecue restaurant at the entrance of the East Campus, and the regular customers are almost all students in this area, especially the Shouda University.
The slogan of "the entertainment and leisure place of the first university student" is particularly attractive, and it has become a "high-end place" where idlers like to come to have a little cultural atmosphere.
Although they actually tasted nothing but cumin.
Yang Mo put on a hat, with his forehead exposed, short-sleeved shorts, and walked into the store with Lu Youqi.
The proprietress has long recognized his face. Seeing his outfit, he smiled and said, "It's summer ahead of schedule."
Yang Mo called her sister, and walked to the old place she used to go to. The proprietress glanced at Lu Youqi later and said with a smile, "Yo, I've changed my boyfriend."
Yang Mo: "..."
Lu Youqi hurriedly called out, "Sister, don't make me beaten."
The proprietress smiled heartily and said, "Han Shiyu came and went to the same place a few days ago. I asked him why he was not with Yang Mo. Guess what he said."
Yang Mo thought to himself that it was not a good word anyway.
The proprietress said: "He said, 'I'm still a little boyfriend, isn't this a positive thing'."
Yang Mo took it as a joke and put on a smile to meet the laughter of Lu Youqi and the proprietress.
…
After the proprietress handed over the sizzling meat skewers.
Lu Youqi took two bottles of cold beer and said, "At the end, come or not."
Yang Mo muffled and took a bottle.
Lu Youqi: "How's your alcohol consumption?"
Yang Mo: "I haven't had one."
Lu Youqi blinked, handed him the screwdriver, and said, "Then I'll accompany you today to taste the taste of life."
Lu Youqi also felt strange: "Why does it feel like I am trying to comfort a stray boy who is looking for life and death because of a broken love."
Yang Mo: "..."
He took a bottle of iced Coke and said, "Don't drink it, shut up and eat yours."
Lu Youqi: "Oh."
…
"Senior, have you tasted the taste of life?"
At that time, Han Shiyu was dripping in the infirmary, wrapped in a quilt and blowing his nose.
Yang Mo sat on the edge of the bed and saw that the hanging bottle was about to be empty, so he got up and put it on for him.
"Speak human words," he said.
Han Shiyu said, "Have you ever drunk..."
Yang Mo rewarded him with a slap on the head.
Han Shiyu's normal hand covered the back of his head and called out, "Woo."
Yang Mo said: "Do you still know why you are here?"
Han Shiyu and his classmates had "drunk life and dream death" over the weekend. When he came back, it rained a little, and he woke up in the morning with stomach pain and fever.
When he got up, his roommate called him for a long time. Seeing that he was not awake, he tacitly cooperated with him to pass the name of the first class.
It wasn't until halfway through the first class that Xie Chenmin received news from Han Shiyu. Han Shiyu said that he was about to die.
Xie Chenmin couldn't escape temporarily in class, and couldn't leave the youngest alone, so he turned to Lin Chu for help.
It just so happened that Lin Chu didn't have a class for the first period, and was in Cheng Shao's office. Yang Mo was also present, and just learned of this from him.
At this time, the incident with the black number actually didn't take long. Yang Mo felt that he was not very familiar with Han Shiyu yet, but he didn't understand why he came to deliver food to him over and over again.
He always felt indebted in his heart, so he replaced Lin Chu. Went to the boys' dormitory of the East Campus and sent the "dying" Han Shiyu to the infirmary.
Han Shiyu never thought it would be Yang Mo.
Even though he was already a wilted dog's tail grass, it sprouted a little bit of vitality when he saw this man.
After changing the last bottle, Han Shiyu, who had just woken up, glanced at the time, patted his head, and said, "Crap."
Yang Mo: "I gave you a report, and the next class is on leave."
Han Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh..."
Oh, and his stomach growled. Before coming to the infirmary, the stock was basically vomited.
Yang Mo brought him the heat preservation bucket on the table and said, "There is porridge in it, wrap your stomach."
Han Shiyu: "Oh... thank you."
"I flipped through your backpack and looked for the key to lock the door of your dormitory," Yang Mo confessed, "Also, the prescribed medicine is on the outermost layer, and it says how to eat it."
Han Shiyu blinked, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, and said, "Brother, you are so caring."
Yang Mo gave him another slap on the head.
Han Shiyu hugged the back of his head: "Wow."
Yang Mo frowned and said, "Have you taught me a long lesson?"
Han Shiyu: "It's grown longer..."
At that time, the sun was like a diffuse clear mist, growing quietly in people's breath.
The disinfection quilt in the infirmary was soft and white, and it was easily dyed with warmth.
Yang Mo sat beside the bed with his back to Han Shiyu.
His fingers were stagnant as he flipped the book because he felt something lightly leaning against his back.
Han Shiyu's voice was slightly nasal, and said, "Brother, you are so kind."
Yang Mo's eyelashes drooped down, and the head that was carefully leaning against his back was a head.
Yang Mo felt an itch all over his body, and suddenly he didn't dare to move, as if he was afraid of disturbing a puppy who was tired and rested in the palm of his hand.
…
Lu Youqi's words just now reminded him of this incident.
When he learned of Han Shiyu's intentions, Yang Mo kept thinking about what was the opportunity that made him fall in love with him.
Every moment he spends with him, he thinks over and over in his mind many times, but Yang Mo just can't figure it out.
He stared at the foam in the glass in a daze.
Lu Youqi said: "Depression and depression are usually not caused by one incident, but by the outbreak of small bumps that accumulate over time. At the end, it doesn't make sense for you to think about why you are sad. Think more about how to get out of it."
When Yang Mo heard his argument, he frowned: "Did you misunderstand something? I look sad."
Lu Youqi: "You didn't break up with Han Shiyu..."
Yang Mo said coldly, "What is he?"
Lu Youqi clicked his tongue and said, "You're a dead duck."
In the evening, the number of people at the stall gradually increased.
A group of people came to the next table. A few didn't look like students.
After they sat down, they rolled up their sleeves and started talking loudly, and their loud voices spread all around. Originally, they were eating at the stall to create a lively atmosphere, and it was normal for them to be full of people, so Yang Mo didn't care.
A tall and fat man with all the facial features squeezed together, said in a loud voice: "Hey Xiao Zhang, I heard that your school has parents making trouble recently?"
The boy called Xiao Zhang quickly stopped his voice and said, "The school has been suppressed, hey, shameful."
The fat man got up and opened a bottle of wine, and the brother with the crooked melon and cracked jujube came to join in the fun and asked, "Yo, what's the matter."
Yang Mo, who was sipping wine, heard the sound familiar, so he took a look and found that the man talking about Xiao Zhang was the one who looked for his black forum account and turned his face away.
Xiao Zhang lowered his voice and said contemptuously, "There is a man in the East School who is gay, but his partner's mother found out and came over to him." The guide was also unlucky, and did nothing to persuade the dormitory office for a long time before calming the matter down."
While this group of people felt incredible, they couldn't help being curious and said, "The two are separated?"
Xiao Zhang shook his head: "I don't know, there is no follow-up."
A group of people snorted, and the fat man tugged at the two wide trouser legs and sneered: "Isn't this fucking disgusting." The voice at the table was a little attention-grabbing and foul language mixed in the spit.
Lu Youqi glanced over there, and when he looked back, he found that something was wrong with Yang Mo, so he called out, "Mo?"
Xiao Zhang said proudly: "Hey, the boy from the East School, guess who it is."
Seeing his virtuous behavior, the fat man grinned and said, "How the hell could I guess, what, your enemy."
"It's true," Xiao Zhang said, "that person is called Xie Chenmin. We fought with our class in the cross-court basketball game at the beginning of the school year, and both classes were disqualified from the competition."
The fat man raised his chin and said, "Using small tricks?"
In front of these people, Xiao Zhang didn't need to be serious, he said with a smile: "Oh, just a little bit."
He continued: "We fought in private, and it was quite noisy. We quarreled with them on the forum for several days, and then I found someone to hack his partner's account."
He regretted: "As a result, the mother's person turned against the water, causing Lao Tzu to be scolded by the teacher and punished." He scolded, "All disgusting people, no wonder they are in a gang with homosexuals."
Fatty and his companions laughed.
Yang Mo drank the less than half bottle of Coke left on the table. Lu Youqi immediately noticed that the air pressure around him was wrong and frowned, "Yang Mo..."
He didn't call him this time, and before the final sound fell, Yang Mo had already got up.
The empty glass bottle didn't stand firm, it spun around on the edge of the table, and Lu Youqi quickly supported it so that it wouldn't be smashed to pieces.
The nine-year compulsory education may not have taught Xiao Zhang the word "the wall has ears", and his face twitched when he saw Yang Mo.
"Who let go of your rope," Yang Mo said coldly, "Is it enough?"
…
"Ah?" Yang Han hugged the snow-white Samoyed tightly and listened to Lu Youqi without moving.
She said, "I thought... the first majors were... very good students."
"Add a grade in front of the good." Lu Youqi smiled and said, "However, there are such people everywhere, and the Shouda University is no exception."
Yang Han: "Well..."
Yang Han came to Lu Youqi's house and listened to the story while watching Satsuma.
Lu Youqi's wife took a Chinese name, Lu Wenni, a gentle lady with blond hair and blue eyes. She poured a cup of tea for Yang Han, and the heat was wafting on the bamboo tea tray.
Lu Youqi smiled and said, "She's only sixteen years old... Actually, she's not old enough to drink juice."
Winnie Lu blinked and said, "Huh? Doesn't the traditional Chinese tea ceremony entertain minors?"
Lu Wenni's Chinese is still good, and Yang Han is embarrassed to show off his poor Chinese English. "No no..." Yang Han laughed, let go of Satsuma who was wagging his tail, picked up a cup and blew hot air, and said, "Thank you auntie."
"You're welcome." Ms. Lu smiled, "Go ahead and talk."
Lu Youqi took a cup and tasted it, raised his eyebrows, and gave Lu Wenni a compliment. Said: "Finally, it is no longer so painful."
Yang Han put down the tea, pursed his lips, and continued to ask, "Then... Then my dad got into a fight?"
"Well," Lu Youqi said, "your dad used to have a temper like a cannonball, and he was fine with everything. Once he hits the point of fire, he will never give up."
Lu Youqi said: "The injury on his shoulder was scratched by someone with a wine bottle. At that time, the fight was fierce, and the proprietress brought someone to open the frame."
Yang Han asked worriedly, "Isn't the school punished?"
"At that time, outside the school, only Yang Mo and that person were the first college students. The proprietress waived part of the orders for those present at the time - it was sealed. This matter did not make a big noise in the school's ears."
Yang Han was quiet for a while, his mood was mixed with sadness and anger, and Yang Mo, who wanted to go on a business trip in Shenzhen, was even more so. She asked, "... Doesn't Han Shiyu know about this?"
Just as Lu Youqi was about to say the following, he smiled and said, "Isn't this coming?"
…
I don't know where Han Shiyu learned about this, probably the proprietress informed him.
Yang Mo's shoulder injury did not affect any important blood vessels. The hospital cleaned up the debris for him, disinfected and bandaged it. When Lu Youqi came out with him, there were several roars in the distance, and the light rain depicted the shape of the lights.
Lu Youqi said, "I'll call a car."
The driver came from the rain, and Yang Mo, who was silent the whole time, said "thank you" to Lu Youqi when he called him to leave.
Lu Youqi blinked and said with a smile, "Hey, I don't want to say thank you." Then he lightly hammered his normal right shoulder.
When the two were about to get into the car, a black SUV also drove over, and the window was slowly pulled down.
It was Han Shiyu.
Yang Mo's expression was full of astonishment.
…
Yang Han excitedly scratched Satsuma's hair, which lay comfortably on Yang Han's thigh with its tongue stretched out.
Lu Youqi looked at her with a smile, and said, "I thought they might have to resolve the conflict, so I took a taxi and went back."
"Han Shiyu was an abominable 'bourgeois' back then. Your grandmother bought the car for him after he passed his driver's license test." Lu Youqi said, "He knew that Yang Mo was in financial difficulties, and the medical expenses were paid by me. So he went back. On the way, I transferred 2,000."
Lu Youqi spread his hands: "I earned it."
Yang Han: "…"
She laughed: "And then."
"I don't know," Lu Youqi said, "Anyway, the conflict between the two has eased since then."
…
In the passenger seat, a man was sitting in a daze at his own reflection. The journey from the city hospital back to school is not long, but anxiety can make it longer.
Yang Mo held his chin and buried his mouth in the palm of his hand. Since he got in the car, he has maintained this movement.
Han Shiyu didn't speak for a long time. The sound of driving in the rain parked through my ears, mixed with whistles. Han Shiyu stopped and waited for the red light.
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Why did you fight."
Yang Mo did not answer.
The red light passed after a long time.
Han Shiyu looked ahead and called out, "Brother."
He repeated what he said that night: "I'm so... so so... I love you."
Han Shiyu was full of ink, and it was all dry at this moment. He couldn't spit out any rhetoric and vows, and he couldn't even make up a memorable sentence. He had completely turned into a child who only piled up degree words.
However, he had already heard it once, but at this moment, Yang Mo seemed to be scalded by this sentence. Like magma burrowing into the bone marrow, pain and warmth flowing from the blood to the whole body, he sat on pins and needles. Because he saw an embarrassed man from the reflection in the car window.
Why on earth is he so irrational and angry, as if the brain program has been invaded by a virus.
Yang Mo blurted out subconsciously again: "Impossible."
Han Shiyu said, "It's impossible."
It was very difficult for Yang Mo to turn his head. The whole movement accidentally caused the injury, and the pain was ignored. He said word by word: "You... confused... "
Before he could finish speaking, he was stunned, because out of the corner of his eye he saw that Han Shiyu's eyes were red.
Yang Mo was dumbfounded, and his brain went blank for no reason.
Han Shiyu said, "I thought about it carefully for a week and a week, and I think... what you said makes sense, senior." Han Shiyu laughed at himself, "I finally picked up my phone and wanted to apologize to you... my A misjudgment could...get you in trouble."
The magma in the blood vessels cooled down inexplicably in an instant.
But Han Shiyu went on to say, "... Then I got a call from the lady boss."
Han Shiyu knew that Yang Mo was injured.
The anger and the pain in his heart hysterically swallowed his sanity. When Han Shiyu rushed out of the dormitory without a word, he shocked the three roommates. Lao Sui and Brother Qi stopped him before he drove.
They couldn't believe that Han Shiyu could drive normally in this state. He looked like he was going to kill someone. Xie Chenmin held down the car door handle until he pried the cause and whereabouts out of his mouth, and then he was willing to let Han Shiyu out with confidence.
Han Shiyu parked the car on the side of the road, leaned his head on the steering wheel, and said, "Finally, senior, brother..."
He said, "When I came, my mind was all about... how are you, where are you hurt, how bad is it, where the fuck did that bastard go."
Yang Mo listened, the heat seemed to be rekindled, and he pursed his lips.
Han Shiyu's hand was like a snail's tentacles, carefully and slowly moving towards Yang Mo, and his fingers gently touched the back of his hand.
Unexpectedly, Yang Mo did not hide, and still looked out of the car window in his original posture.
Han Shiyu laughed, still lying on the steering wheel, and said, "When I saw you, I realized that I had been thinking about it for so many weeks..."
He covered Yang Mo's hand. One was trembling, the other was getting hot.
Yang Mo found that he couldn't say anything.
The temperature on the hands suddenly disappeared. Yang Mo's fingers curled up.
Hearing that the door over there was closed, Han Shiyu got out of the car. It was raining heavily outside, and Yang Mo could still hear the muffled sound of the rain hitting everything in the car. The moment the door was opened, the noise surged.
Han Shiyu crossed the bright lights in front of the car.
Yang Mo was startled, and then shouted: "What are you doing?" He couldn't move his head, he could only act in a hurry.
Han Shiyu came to the door of the passenger seat and patted the car window. Yang Mo saw his blurry wheelhouse, reached out and wiped the fog on the window. The two looked at each other through the hazy and flowing raindrops.
Han Shiyu pointed down, and Yang Mo understood and pressed down the car window. When the glass slowly slid down, the noisy rain broke through the dull body of the car and poured in, just like the surging Jingzhe in early spring, filling Yang Mo's eardrums.
He suddenly felt breathable.
Han Shiyu's eyelashes were hung with raindrops, and he leaned on the car window. In the roar of rain, he handed the raindrops on his lips to Yang Mo. He repeated it aloud for the third time - "Senior, I like you."
…
[Rain Star]Han Shiyu × Starry
"The Stars Are Bright, Only One of You" Chapter 35 My name comes from your eyes
… Starry will always remember that a certain big golden retriever was drenched on a rainy night at the age of 18, lying on the car window, and the childish and impulsive rain splashed on his lips. At that time, the sky was overcast, and when the prosperous light of the city's hounds and horses was reflected in Han Shiyu's eyes, there were stars in it.
…
"End," Lu Youqi said, "What does Starry mean."
Yang Mo was injured and couldn't use the computer, so he had to sit on the bed and flip through the books, still worrying about how to pick up Mi Shu tomorrow.
"Search for yourself," he said.
Lu Youqi gestured: "Of course I know what it means, I'm asking what do you mean by using it?" Lu Youqi seemed to have witnessed the wonder of the sun rising in the middle, and exclaimed: "You actually took name."
Yang Mo: "..."
He closed the book and said, "Remember once."
Since Yang Mo couldn't do it for the time being, Lu Youqi's education depended on writing the word "positive" stroke by stroke on the notebook and counting, and when the injury was healed, he returned it.
Lu Youqi disagreed: "Why does this count?"
Yang Mo said lightly, "No reason."
Lu Youqi tilted his head, looked at Yang Mo sideways, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you seem... in a good mood, God Starry."
Yang Mo: "It's okay."
Lu Youqi: "!"
Lu Youqi will always remember that the corner of his mouth turned up when he opened his notebook in the early morning near the final exam in a wasteland whose face had never grown.
Then he brutally wrote the entire word "Zheng" to Lu Youqi.