His noisy voice made Xie Sui recover a little, and put the illness aside for the time being.
Turning his head, he met Song Yu's light-brown eyes that were now full of anger. The eyes are clear and bright, and the fire is full of fire, but it makes him feel cute.
After getting along these days, Xie Sui is really good at dealing with him.
He ignored his threat and asked, "Which one do you study today?"
Song Yu: "Huh?"
A burst of anger swallowed back in an instant. When it comes to studying, he will think of the monthly exam, and when he thinks of the monthly exam, he will think of his father Song and the school tyrant that he has established, so the whole person settles down.
Song Yu scratched his head: "Chinese, I still have Chinese homework left."
The city library wasn't even close to the school, so Song Yu simply took a taxi to the school. On weekends, many classmates were far away from their homes and didn't go home. In the school library, the reading room on the first floor was full, and there was basically no space. They were all senior year students. of.
"Let's go to the second floor."
Song Yu didn't want to squeeze with them either.
The second floor is relatively less crowded, so I chose a corner.
Song Yu laid out his homework, and as soon as he sat down, he saw it raining outside the window.
The sky was foggy, and Xian's entire school was very quiet. The rain in summer was very heavy as soon as it came, and the sound came from outside the glass, and the water dripped through the window.
Song Yu held a pen, and everything he did before he started to study was interesting and enthusiastic: "This is the first time I have seen rain in Jingcheng."
Xie Sui glanced outside and replied lightly, "Well."
Song Yu noticed that he was not in high spirits and asked, "Don't you like rainy days?"
Xie Sui never liked to share his emotions with others. He just said perfunctory words, but he gave up. He smiled and said, "Well, I don't like it."
Rainy days bring back bad memories.
It seems that when he died, it was also a rainy day.
I don't want to talk too much about this.
Xie Sui said, "give me all the papers you made yesterday."
"OK."
Song Yu told him that he didn't want to talk more, so naturally he didn't ask more.
Although he came to write Chinese homework, people always like to overestimate themselves, thinking that if the homework is finished in half an hour, it will be nothing to do - so he also brought a math study booklet, and the paper is sandwiched in it.
"Here, I wrote every question on this paper."
The tone was a little smug.
Xie Sui brought it over and laughed softly: "Write a solution?"
Song Yu: "..."
Did you get it! I am now your semester goal! Your support object!
Before he got angry, Xie Sui took the lead, put the pen on Song Yu's lips, moved gracefully, and said, "No noise is allowed here."
Song Yu: "..." Day!
Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and began to write his language homework.
At the beginning of the first year of high school, the assignments were very easy, the only trouble was one essay per week.
After all, the Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man who asks them to write their semester goals at the beginning of the school year. The writing topic given this time is also very literary.
"Always remember, there will be reverberations"
Eight words, the title is self-made, and the intention is self-selected.
Before the holiday, I also emphasized that if you can find it online, so can I. A word broke their opportunistic heart.
Song Yu was most afraid of writing essays.
Biting the barrel of the pen, holding back for a long time, I took these eight characters as my topic.
"Always remember, there will be reverberations".
Just saying that the title is self-made and not saying that it can't be copied.
Okay, eight words, one percent completed.
But does the title count as word count
Forget it, I don't want to worry so much, Song Yu went to Baidu again, copied its meaning, stable, three crosses.
He scraped together word counts.
Xie Sui was over there, flipping through his paper with great care. After he was done, he took a pen and started writing in the notebook.
Song Yu was writing an essay, and his thoughts were scattered everywhere, to harass him: "Are you writing a study plan for me?"
Xie Sui: "Notes."
Song Yu: "Mathematics notes? I made this myself." He also asked Xie Sui about the Venn diagram last time.
Xie Sui held the pen and didn't look up: "In the content of junior high school, your basics about functions are very messy."
Song Yu: "Oh oh."
After stumbling and stumbling, he finally wrote 800 words, and he never forgot four words. He studied deeply, and about how to "recite", he said more than a dozen possibilities and feasibility. I don't know if the teacher is satisfied, but he is very satisfied.
Song Yu felt sleepy after writing it.
"I sleep for half an hour, you will call me then."
Xie Sui: "Well."
The lights in the library were turned on, warm and bright.
It's very quiet here, only the rustling of Xie Sui writing on the opposite side, and he deliberately relaxed his movements after he slept.
It's raining less outside.
Comfortable and comfortable environment.
But Song Yu didn't sleep very well this time.
Last time he dreamed of the island, the blue sky, the sea.
These bright-sounding words were cold and depressing in the dream, accompanied by gunshots and blood.
This time the dream was intermittent, but he was no longer an outsider.
In the high-end villa, gorgeous chandeliers, melodious piano music, and light collision of goblet.
Gongchou staggered, a group of celebrities wearing evening dresses, smiling expectantly and apprehensive, their voices full of yearning, the most heard is the word "thank you". It's like a dinner party to greet someone.
In front of the villa, the gate of the manor carved with iron flowers opened, and an elongated black car drove in.
But he only saw the car door open, and it seemed that someone walked down, but he didn't even see the appearance of the person, and the picture in the dream changed, and it became a rainy night.
It rained heavily, and the entire sky was lowered and weighed down. The teenager stumbled out of an apartment, his school uniform splattered with blood, bright red.
Just like his red eyes, fierce and crazy.
After walking a few steps, the young man's footsteps slowed down, and Qing Jun's tall and straight body was like a bamboo snapped off in an instant.
He bent down, held the post, and couldn't help but vomit.
Song Yu was woken up by someone.
"It's half an hour."
Song Yu woke up, still feeling a little dazed, the rain outside didn't stop.
There are many people in the library.
He stared blankly at the person in front of him for a long time, trying to say something, but stopped when the words reached his lips.
A silent rainy day.
He looked at Xie Sui's dark and deep eyes and said uncomfortably, "Are you hungry?"
Xie Sui didn't expect that as soon as he woke up, he asked this first, handed him the notes he had written in his hand, and said hilariously, "There is a cake shop outside."
Song Yu nodded.
It's not time for dinner yet.
"Let's go eat something first."
When entering the cake shop, many people look at them.
Find a place to sit down, Xie Sui said, "I'll go buy it, you sit first."
Song Yu looked up and saw that there were too many people in line, so he agreed.
While waiting, Song Yu was bored and turned on his phone. Just clicked in and out of a few software, his eyes fell on the screen, but his heart was not there, Song Yuman still had that dream in his mind. Don't like rainy days? Should not like it. Rainy days are unlucky days for Xie Sui.
Several times when my life collapsed, it was raining.
In "Gentle Control", although Gong Yi's attitude is ambiguous, his words and actions are too intimate. Xie Sui has always regarded him as a friend, his only friend. He was born in a poor environment, but his heart was surprisingly pure, and he never thought about those disgusting things.
A little bit of kindness and tenderness is infinitely magnified and carefully cherished. So after graduating from high school, he was attacked with drugs and deceived to Wang Ci. How desperate was he
Recognize the hideous face of a good friend.
He also realized the truth of being alone.
Song Yu was very congested.
Terribly painful.
The more I thought about it, the more irritated my teeth were itching, and I wanted to go to the hospital and put Wang Ci on the hospital bed and beat him again.
He just clicked into the forum.
Eyes were drawn to a post just made.
[It's sour, other people's fifteen-year-olds have school grass to accompany them to study, but I have nothing]
The main building is two pictures.
He and Xie Sui were photographed, Xie Sui was writing while he was sleeping. In the corner of the library, the light shone down gently, Xie Sui had a white shirt and black trousers, his profile was handsome and cold, and the eyelashes in the photo were long and slender.
And he fell asleep on the table, only showing half of his black head.
The photographer was sitting on the other side of the second floor of the library. From her point of view, the rest of him was blocked by the bookshelf, and neither male nor female could be seen.
1L: Thank God
2L: Day by day, day by day! ! Thank God and who is in the library!
3L: Landlord, your photography skills are too bad!
4L: Are there any sisters in the library! It looks like the second floor to me! Hurry up and help us see! I don't believe my brother Yu was green woo woo woo
5L: Thinking too much, people who are still studying in the library on weekends will read the forum
…
6L: The chicken drumsticks in my hand suddenly feel bad TUT
7L: The happy shaking little jio gradually stops
8L: woo woo woo woo other people's weekend, other people's fifteen years old
9L: The landlord should take pictures clearly! Let me see who it is!
…
15L Landlord: ╥﹏╥ Upstairs sisters, I’m sorry for you, I… I had to go to the toilet, and they left. But I asked people, they seem to have gone to the gatehouse cake shop. I chased after them and took a picture for you. Oh, the opposite of Xie Shen is also a little brother, not a girlfriend, and I remember his clothes. Wait for my good news.
A building that was originally sour began to change its style at this time.
[? ? ?]
[? ? ? boy? Is that the hot guy I thought?]
Of course, girls' tacit CPs have zero presence in boys. I never thought it would be Song Yu. The male classmates came in and scolded directly. The grievances of being single for many years were not covered.
36L: Who is this, studying or falling in love
37L: Nausea, still eating cakes, the two men are not tired and crooked, vomit vomit.
38L: The landlord took pictures! Hurry up and shoot! Executing him publicly is maddening! I also want No. 1 in the city to accompany you to study!
Song Yu was expressionless.
Suddenly, a flash on the right side lit up, pointing in his direction.
He tilted his head without worry, and saw that it was a girl with a ponytail, wearing a middle school uniform. It was estimated that after the shooting, he realized that he forgot to turn off the flash. He was so embarrassed that he buried his head in the stack of books and dared not look at him.
Song Yu didn't speak, and continued to look down at the development of the post.
40L owner: I took it... I feel... a bit familiar!
41L: Up, up, let me see who is so shameless, I work so hard to do their homework, what are they doing, disgusting, tired and crooked, put the picture quickly, after it is released, the brothers will deduct the "shame" in the reply.
…
42L Landlord: [Picture]
In the picture is a young man, sitting on the side of the cake shop, with his head down and absent-mindedly playing with his mobile phone. His hair is light and soft, his skin is white, and his well-behaved appearance is matched with a cold expression.
at the same time.
43L Your Husband Brother Yu: I
"… "
For a moment, the hilarious post froze in silence.
Immediately afterwards, the forum broke out.
The screen is full of hahaha, and Brother Yu is so handsome.
At this time, someone manually cued the brother of 41L, [the picture came out, 41L brother said something, the id longbow is not afraid of long.]
…
57L longbow is not afraid of long: handsome.
The 58L longbow is not afraid of being long: who can't praise a handsome guy after seeing this
Every word seemed to come from trembling hands.
The responses below are particularly consistent.
in a row.
[Shame]