Song Yu was always worried about Xie Sui's state, and he was absent-minded when he went back to dinner at night.
I picked up a chopstick of green vegetables and put it in my mouth. I chewed it for half a minute, and I didn't take a few bites of the rice.
Grandma Meng looked and shook her head, sighed, but didn't say anything to him.
After a perfunctory meal and bath, Song Yu rushed upstairs and went back to his room. The first thing he did was send a message to Xie Sui.
A lot of chatter.
[Song Yu: Are you okay?]
[Song Yu: During the day, the more I think about your state, the more wrong it becomes, is it a sin!]
[Song Yu: Can you sleep tonight?]
[Song Yu: Do you want me to put the Great Compassion Mantra on you! Or I will call you and read you a paragraph of socialist core values]
Anxiety is almost on the screen.
It's not at all the behavior of a straight man that "." was concerned about.
Sure enough, it is always different for the same table.
When Xie Sui received the message.
I'm clearing the email, it's all about the Song family. At the beginning, he had spent a lot of time getting the documents to investigate Song Yu, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.
Looking down on the phone screen, Xie Sui replied briefly.
[Xie Sui: It's okay]
Song Yu didn't believe it. In a haunted house, I am afraid that it will be like that, just like losing my soul.
He continued to express concern.
[Song Yu: Don't be shy, whoever we are with, I won't tell others about your fear of ghosts]
Xie Sui smiled.
Then made a direct phone call.
Song Yu's phone suddenly vibrated, and he sat up from the bed in fright.
Xie Sui's voice passed through the mobile phone, and it was a little magnetic: "Song Yu."
Song Yu inexplicably missed a beat.
After remembering your purpose. Immediately, he sat up straight again: "Hmm, how are you?"
Xie Sui chuckled lightly, touching people's hearts, and he asked, "are you so worried about me?"
Song Yu: "Yes, you were so wrong at that time, I think you are going to have a nightmare tonight."
Xie Sui leaned on the chair, holding the mouse in the other hand, and stopped at a photo. The above is Song Yu when he was a child, even if he made a hideous look in front of the camera, he was too cute.
His dark eyes lit up with a smile.
"That's right, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Song Yu gave him an idea: "When do you usually go to bed, I can recite the scriptures for you, and hang up the phone when you are asleep."
Xie Sui laughed: "Are you sure?" Hearing Song Yu's voice, he was afraid that he would not sleep all night.
Song Yu: "Sure, what do you want to listen to, I will give you Baidu, the Diamond Sutra is still the core socialist value."
Xie Sui curled her lips and said lightly, "Read a passage of Lagrange's mean value theorem."
Song Yu: "???"
Song Yu: "..."
Did Xie Sui do it on purpose
Every time he heard these eight words, he felt very ashamed, a piece of black history.
Holding the phone in silence for a long time.
"Do you really want to listen?"
"Um."
Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, but he had already agreed, and he didn't want to go back. He actually got out of bed, ran to the computer, and came over to Baidu.
He muttered: "I read it according to the encyclopedia. You'd better lie on the bed now, put on your earphones, and try to go to bed earlier... But, how can you possibly fall asleep listening to this stuff."
Xie Sui stood on the balcony, looked down at Jingcheng at night, listened carefully to the voice of the boy opposite, and said with a low laugh, "Read it."
Song Yu frowned on the phone.
"Then I'll start. Lagrange's mean value theorem, also known as Laplace's theorem, is one of the fundamental theorems in differential calculus..."
The night is thick and the moon is round and bright.
The sweet-scented osmanthus blooming downstairs of the residents, along with the night wind, brought a faint fragrance. Song Yu's voice was clear and warm, dispelling the fear and despair caused by life and death, parting, and missing.
Xie Sui stood on the balcony, with her eyes down, a gentle smile on the corners of her lips.
He put his finger on the fence and tapped it twice, as if recalling something over the years.
"Then in the open interval a to b, there is a point 3 before, which is greater than a and less than b..."
Recalling the first meeting in Linshui, the handsome young man was like frost under the light and shadow.
At the milk tea shop, he was lying down and writing the paper.
Or in a quiet street, pull him aside and talk harshly to people.
Midsummer jumped off the wall and fell into the wind in his arms.
Too much.
Xie Sui said, "It's alright."
Song Yu was finally freed from this torture, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Sleepy?"
Xie Sui: "Well, a little bit."
Song Yu: "Then go to sleep quickly."
Xie Sui said, "Do you remember what you asked me today?"
Song Yu tutted: "Remember, I asked you if you were afraid of ghosts, and you said you weren't. Slap in the face, but don't be ashamed. Normal people are afraid of mysterious things like ghosts and gods."
"it is good."
Song Yu began to force: "No, I found that you didn't react that much to the heads, blood, etc. in front of you. It was the last time you saw the tomb that you started to be afraid. Are you afraid of the dead?"
Xie Sui smiled and said lightly, "It should be because he is afraid of death."
Song Yu was stunned for a second, and then began to comfort him: "Wow, don't worry, anyway, people will die sooner or later, keep an eye on it. Why are we talking about philosophy more and more."
Xie Sui said that he didn't explain anything. He looked forward with deep cold eyes, but said in a soft voice: "Okay, I'm not worried." He almost murmured softly, "Good night, Yu Yu."
Yu Yu.
Song Yu almost didn't hold the phone steady. His ears were slightly red, and he was embarrassed: "What are you yelling for?"
In the distance are thousands of lights.
The cold wind blows up against the wall from below.
Xie Sui lowered her head and gave a short, unexplained laugh.
This is where he first recognized life and death.
A torrential rain that ripped apart the world as a child, and the woman who jumped from above, became a scene that will never be forgotten in two lifetimes.
In this world, apart from life and death, it is a trivial matter. In fact, life and death are trivial matters.
Now realize again.
There is an old saying that we will never change until we die, that it is until death separates us.
Xie Sui turned off the phone and walked to the room.
—Not even death can separate us.
[Brother Yu didn't go to the 13th Middle School for trouble, Yao Rui sent it to the door himself to be beaten?]
Main Building: Don't mention it, a friend of mine is getting annoyed to death by his little brother. All kinds of inquiries about Brother Yu's background and places he usually go to, and they said that he would make an appointment. Ask for a hammer, does he see Ge Yu to take care of him
1l: ? ? ? This month's exam is approaching. Brother Yu is in the library all day long. He doesn't hear things outside the window.
2l: Thirteen middle schools are all rubbish.
3l: Stop talking, I heard that they have planned to block the entrance of the library in the afternoon and fight with Brother Yu.
4l: Fuck, anyone who commits a crime against me will be punished even if they are ugly, hurry up and tell Master Juejue to protect my husband!
5l: I'll be fine, my husband hurt his hand just a few days ago.
Song Yu did hurt his hand a week ago.
Playing basketball, a dog suddenly rushed out of the playground, frightened him, and one fell to the ground inadvertently, twisting his wrist.
The whole playground was terrified.
It was Xie Sui who strode over, looking cold, and helped him to the infirmary.
After that, he couldn't write for a week, and his homework was basically Xie Suibao, not to mention, it was very cool.
From then on, his every move in PE class was under the supervision of Xie Sui, and he could no longer move freely.
After finally removing the bandage, he felt that he was completely healed. However, Xie Sui controlled his writing time and could only move his right hand for two hours. The rest of the review time only allowed him to read books.
The more the Jingcheng No. 1 middle school is due, the more frequent the exams are.
Monthly exams and weekly exams, one after another.
Song Yu is also considered a disabled person.
I come to the school library every Saturday to review my studies.
Of course, he wouldn't allow himself to be tortured by mathematics together, grabbing Ma Xiaoding, who was at the end of the grade crane. The math class representative had given up treatment and collapsed on the table. Ma Xiaoding went crazy: "Why can logarithmic functions, exponential functions, and power functions appear in the same question at the same time? What kind of love triangle is this."
Song Yu said: "There will be a parent-teacher meeting after the final exam, so you can weigh it." Ma Xiaoding was stimulated by the word "parent-teacher meeting" and sat up again.
However, after reading the question for a long time, he chose c with trepidation as a blessing for their beautiful love.
Putting down the pen, Ma Xiaoding said sullenly, "Don't mention the parent-teacher meeting, mention something happy. The New Year's Day party isn't coming. Brother Yu, have you signed up for it?"
The New Year's Day party has already started preparations a month and a half in advance. The third year of high school is busy with studies, so the main focus is on the first year of high school. In addition to the mandatory requirement for each class to perform a show, two or three students are also allowed to be selected.
Song Yu turned his pen and sneered: "Why do you want me to get involved in everything? Although I am really good, I still have to restrain myself and give other boys a way to survive."
Ma Xiaoding said: "What's the performance of our class? The art committee said it was a drama. Oh my god, I've been playing Snow White since kindergarten. Can I do a gourd baby this time? Make up the number. I can make a friendly guest appearance as grandpa, so I have seven more grandchildren."
Song Yu laughed and scolded: "You are so beautiful."
They were chatting when suddenly one of Ma Xiaoding's younger brothers ran in and scared everyone in the reading room: "Brother Yu! Something bad happened!"
Song Yu: "..." These are all rubbish rumors.
The younger brother said, "A group of people came from outside the library. No. 13 Middle School, they were stuck there and didn't leave. They said that if you don't go out today, no one wants to leave."
Song Yu: "Where's the teacher?"
The younger brother said: "Fuck, they just figured it out. On Saturday, this place is far from the security room, no one knows. Yao Rui is still saying that he will beat you when he comes to No. 1 Middle School today."
Song Yu couldn't bear to look directly: "He has something wrong with his brain."
Putting down the book in his hand, he just finished reviewing a chapter now, and he was in a panic. After the injury, he felt that he had been held back for a long time, and now he urgently needs to prove himself.
Song Yu stood up, strode out of the reading room with his long legs, and bumped into Xie Sui, who brought the book for him.
Four eyes facing each other.
Xie Sui smiled: "Where are you going?"
Song Yu: "..."