After a few seconds of silence, Song Yu shook his head: "Don't, I can support myself."
He touched his nose angrily, looked up, and was a little confused in his eyes: "Why did we talk about this topic, let's change it."
Xie Sui smiled: "Well."
Song Yu: "Linqing Street on Friday, you should go too. If you don't go, I will be very boring."
At this time, he had already walked into the apartment, at the entrance of the corridor that was about to be separated.
Xie Sui watched him go upstairs and said, "Okay, I will go."
Finally staying up until the end of the monthly exam, Song Yu didn't want to do the quizzes like before, so he relaxed and gave himself a vacation.
After taking a shower, remove a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator. After drinking the yogurt, I threw it into the trash can and lay directly on the bed.
He sent his sister a grinning soy bean emoji.
[Song Yu: [bares his teeth]]
After a few seconds, Song Wanying replied.
[Song Wanying: What are you doing?]
[Song Yu: I got my grades]
[Song Wanying: so?]
[Song Yu: Madam, you missed 100 million, do you regret it?]
[Song Yu: The water that entered your brain when you didn't believe me back then will eventually flow down in the form of tears]
[Song Wanying: ...]
[Song Wanying: 6666666]
Song Yu decided to speak with the truth and slap his face with data.
[Song Yu: [transcript.XLSX] ]
After a while, a call from City A called, and Song Yu picked it up.
There was a cheerful and clear female voice over the phone, and the laughter couldn't be stopped.
"Not bad, the progress is so great, how many gods did you worship before the exam?"
Song Yu laughed, but didn't boast, and said truthfully: "No, I met a good tablemate, and we are the first in the grade, so the pressure is very accurate."
Song Wanying clicked her tongue twice over the phone, "Yo, I'm starting to be humble."
Song Yu smiled, but this time he was looking for Song Wanying specifically, not just for the sake of performance.
He tried his best to recall the content of the dream, and asked in a soft voice, "When I was five years old, I spent a period of time in a manor outside the city. Do you remember that?"
Song Wanying was stunned for a moment and thought for a while: "Ah? The manor is recuperating? Why isn't this happening in my memory."
Song Yu: "Then ask Mom."
Song Wanying: "Mom is busy and still at the company. No, five years old, wait, I seem to have a vague impression."
Song Yu was silent, giving her time to recall.
She pondered over there for a long time, and finally came to a sudden realization, thinking about it.
"Yes, I remember it. It seems that it was still a summer vacation. During that time, my grandfather and I were called to go abroad. Grandpa was so strict. It was definitely the most painful summer vacation when I was a child."
"You should have gone too, but my mother had just had an operation at that time. She was strongly told by the doctor not to be too busy, so she gave up a lot of things to my father, and went to the manor alone to recuperate. Maybe I was afraid of loneliness, so I brought it with me by the way. on you."
"Why are you asking about this?"
Song Yu was slightly stunned after hearing this, and clenched his phone tightly, his voice a little puzzled: "So... I'm not going to recuperate?"
Song Wanying's voice was both angry and funny: "Your illness was caused by your own death when you were six years old, don't you have any points in your heart? It's not good to stay in your room on a rainy day, and ran to the island, almost drowning. After being in a coma for so long, It scared the whole family to death."
Song Yu: "..."
what the hell! Isn't this a bit out of line with the plot in his dream, so before he was six years old, he was in good health
But how could he remember that in "Gentle Control", "Song Yu" was born with the disease.
Song Yu quickly recovered from the shock and shook his head. A cannon fodder who has only appeared in a few chapters in a book and whose author is too lazy to make a name even when he is sick, how many details can he remember
He probably got sick after falling into the water when he was six years old.
... He's stupid enough to take a dream seriously.
Song Wanying's attention didn't stop on this, and she joked: "How can you not get a reward for doing so well in the exam - Yu Yu, do you like the queen a little more, or do you like Xue Jinxing?"
Song Yu was very cold: "I don't like it either."
Song Wanying tried to seduce: "They can take you to the peak of learning."
Song Yu sneered: "No, it's enough for me to have my roommate. It's better to like Xie Sui if you like them."
Song Wanying: "..."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu sat cross-legged on the bed with a serious expression.
"008."
He shouted into the air for a long time, but there was no response from the room for a long time.
Three months ago, he said he was going to report to the main god, but so far there has been no reply.
Song Yu thought silently, was it because the Lord God thought it was unreliable, and directly destroyed it humanely.
Pulling the corner of his mouth and leaning back, Song Yu's light brown pupils were full of depression and confusion.
008 asked him to enter the book and follow the plot in five years, but now the plot in five years is likely to be off track.
Xie Sui can't meet these scumbags, and he doesn't need to be explained if he won't be blackened.
His presence is no longer necessary.
Speaking of which, he still feels that the bamboo horse "Song Yu" was arranged in the original book, like a forcibly added character, just to keep Xie Sui's kind nature.
Song Yu saw the prison and stopped looking at it. However, "Gentle Control" actually marked "deep sadistic relationship", then there must be "love" and "love", so there is a high probability that Xie Sui, who maintains a kind nature, will forgive those people? Reach the ending with some scumbag
The counter-kill is just what he hoped in his dream
fuck!
Thinking of this, Song Yu sat up angrily!
His chest was stuffed like a stone, and his forehead hurt, so he got up and poured himself a glass of water.
After all this time, the plot of that stupid book could still disgust him time and time again. When I think about my role, it is to advance the development of this plot.
Song Yu angrily poured himself another glass of water.
- Persuade Xie Sui to let go of the hammer!
- He wants to persuade and persuade, Xie Sui don't let go of the past and directly kill those scumbags!
Also, he has always been curious... Why does Song Yu tell the protagonist "your mother loves you very much, don't hate her" and other bullshit, which can make Xie Sui realize a lot of things in an instant, and even let go of those hatreds.
It's too far-fetched, and Xie Sui doesn't hate his mother.
… Forget it, Gentle Control has no logic.
After drinking three glasses of water, Song Yu calmed down, lay back on the bed, and clicked on QQ, only to find that Ma Xiaoding had given him a link to a group called "One Class Happy Family".
Song Yu: "..."
[Zhenzi did not forget the well digger: Brother Yu, in the class group, everyone is discussing about Friday night, come here, come here [Little Panda Happy Raising a Windmill.jpg]]
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: I finally had a team building, so I definitely can't go to ktv to sing, poker should be ready, beer hidden]
[Your husband, Brother Yu: .]
Song Yu didn't want to click into the group named middle-aged and elderly painting style for the time being.
There is one thing in his heart now, and he is very panicked, so he can only poke Xie Sui.
[Song Yu: Do you still remember when you were a child?]
Reply there quickly.
[Xie Sui: Why do you ask this?]
Song Yu felt a little guilty.
[Song Yu: No, I just wanted to ask.]
Xie Sui tapped his hand on the screen, wondering if Song Yu remembered the five-year-old.
It's just that Song Yu remembers things he doesn't even remember
… not right.
As keen as he was, he almost quickly caught the unusual trace.
A trace of coldness flashed across Xie Sui's eyes, and she leaned back on the bed with a cold expression and dark and deep eyes.
five years old...
He knew that Song Yu had known him before.
But the experience of knowing was vague.
I didn't care about it before, so I didn't think about it.
Now, how can he feel that his memory has been manipulated.
The price of rebirth.
He doesn't believe it.
Xie Sui lowered her eyes and replied to Song Yu.
[Xie Sui: I don't remember]
[Xie Sui: Do you want to tell me about your childhood?]
When Song Yu saw that he said "I don't remember", he was relieved and a little lost.
[Song Yu: No, actually I can't remember it either.]
[Song Yu: Just a quick question in my head]
[Song Yu: You also know that when I'm bored, I like to find something to talk about, hehehehe]
The more the explanation, the more like a cover-up, full of loopholes.
Xie Sui chuckled, but he has always been patient with Song Yu and will not force him.
Change the subject very naturally,
[Xie Sui: Still not sleeping?]
[Song Yu: It's still early, after the test, I want to cheer up]
[Xie Sui: Not early, going to bed late and waking up late is not good for health]
[Xie Sui: Go to sleep]
Song Yu was lying on the bed, holding the phone in both hands, typing.
[Song Yu: ... you look like my dad. Uh no, my dad is very grumpy. It should be my mother. It's my family anyway.]
Xie Sui.
[How do your family usually call you.]
Song Yu thought about it, it was too shameful to share his nickname with his friends, and shook his head.
[Song Yu: Just call Song Yu]
The opposite is straightforward.
[Xie Sui: You are lying]
Song Yu was startled.
[…]
[? ? ? ?]
[How can you see it.]
[Xie Sui: I have been to your house, your grandmother called you]
[Xie Sui: Yu Yu]
Snapped.
Song Yu couldn't hold his hand firmly, and the phone hit his face.
"day… "
He sat up suddenly in pain. Embarrassed, angry, and depressed, she wiped her face—how could my grandmother be yelling in front of others by her nickname!
[Song Yu: ... you heard it wrong, forget it]
[Song Yu: Don't shout, you want your face!]
Xie Sui laughed, and the coldness in his eyes was gently melted away.
[Xie Sui: Don't you mean I'm like your family, then I'll be more like]
[Xie Sui: Yu Yu, go to bed, good night]
Song Yu: "..."
My face is burning to death with anger!
Every day, every day!
What else can he do!
Typing frantically.
[Song Yu: Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep!]
[Song Yu: Ananananananan!]
Shut up you!
After exiting the chat with Xie Sui, Song Yu was in a mess. How could he fall asleep? He stared at the ceiling for a long time, took a deep breath, and clicked on the group link Ma Xiaoding gave him.
"A Class of Happy Family".
The chat was hot inside, and the screen refreshed quickly, so when Song Yu joined the group, no one noticed.
He flipped through the previous chat records.
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: qwq Brother Yu is not here, I think our name is ugly]
[Lights as in the past: ? ? ? Brother Yu is so cool! But who came up with this name, it's too earthy, I want to hit people too╯^╰]
[Matcha milk cap without ice: Brother Yu is not here, we can gossip about him behind his back [funny]]
[Bo Wen Qiangzhi: ... what?]
[Han Sheng: Itchy skin. What is there to gossip about, that is, fighting, being handsome and scolding people, and being ruthless, and getting good grades, I can't be jealous of a man anymore. Brother Yu's cattle batch]
[Qiu Shui Changtian: That's what you guys see. We usually sigh when we gossip, why is Brother Yu fifteen years old, and he has such a perfect tablemate as thank God.]
[Fengmang: Yes! ! I can still reap the love and tenderness of thank God, woo woo woo beautiful friendship, I cried]
The last female classmate simply posted a whole row of lemons and swiped directly.
[It's late night acridine: In his first year of high school, there was a god of learning to help him tutor and buy cakes for him. In my first year of high school, there was nothing.]
Then a familiar id appeared.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: Oh?]
[… ] A group of happy families failed to be happy for a moment.
this id
Ma Xiaoding, didn't you say that Brother Yu would not join the group!
[It's late night acridine: ... Brother Yu? ? .]
Song Yu glanced at their descriptions.
Not particularly cool.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: What do you mean?]
[Your husband, Brother Yu: Do you think I took advantage of Xie Sui?]
Do not! !
[It's Wan Wan acridine: it's not woo woo woo, brother Yu is not woo woo, don't get me wrong]
We just feel that it is right to thank God for pampering his wife! !
Song Yu hehe.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: Am I worse than him?]
Crying late at night.
[It's late night acridine: no no no no! The national husband is you! You are much more popular than thank God! The girl's dream lover!]
Song Yu had just eaten the turtle from Xie Sui, and was smashed in the face by the phone, so he was not in a good mood. Now that I'm a little more comfortable, I pulled the corner of my lower lip.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: So there is no need to be jealous.]
[It's late night acridine: ah? ] Confused.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: It is quite enviable to have a school grass as the same table at the age of fifteen. But if you are young enough to be in the same group as me, you are not bad.]
A group of people: ... After studying hard for so long, they almost forgot that Brother Yu originally made his debut as a gangster.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: Isn't that right, sister?]
Sister: TAT
[It's late night acridine: yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! God how can I be so lucky qaq! It's amazing how young I am! But I was still in the bliss before, I didn't know the bliss, I was wrong, Brother Yu, let me go!]