The singing and dancing in the auditorium were peaceful, lively and warm. As soon as he went out, the cold wind swept the night against his skin, and he was a little awake from the cold.
Song Yu put on his school uniform, zipped up the zipper, covered his cold pupils with his long eyelashes, and walked to the agreed place.
Qin Mo said that he sat down and chatted - Song Yu had no desire to communicate with this scum, just like he did to Ou Yilian.
Everything has not happened yet. He can turn a blind eye, but the viciousness of such people is written in his bones.
If you want to talk, let's talk.
The performance of the second and first class of high school started at the beginning of the party, and now it has ended.
Qin Mo asked him to meet in a lounge at the back of the auditorium.
When entering, Qin Mo sat on the sofa and took off the suit he used to go on stage. He looked well-dressed.
Song Yu closed the door, met his gaze, walked over and sat down calmly.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Qin Mo rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately: "Why did you suddenly change? It was Uncle Song who called you and finally persuaded you not to be so hostile to me?"
Song Yu sat lazily, his expression seemed quite normal, he didn't seem to be looking for trouble at all, his tone was calm and unwavering: "Don't make this whole thing, I'll give you a chance to explain everything about Friday night. "
Qin Mo's expression didn't change, and he said, "Friday night? Did something happen?"
Song Yu curled his lips. His lips were thin, and he had a sense of mocking irony: "Qin Mo, you have investigated me very deeply. You even found out about my childhood."
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, slightly puzzled: "I don't know what you are talking about?"
Song Yu: "The auditorium, rainstorms, and darkness, I didn't know these three things had such a big effect on me."
Qin Mo seemed to pretend to be stunned until the end, and showed concern: "Are you trapped in the auditorium on Friday night?"
Song Yu: "Yeah, the signal jammers are all installed. You did a great job."
After this discussion, Song Yu was so calm that he was not as irritable as usual, but it gave people a more dangerous feeling, like lava was about to spew out from under a thin layer of ice.
Qin Mo's eyes flashed, and he took a deep breath and said, "Since I call myself your brother, I won't hurt you. You don't have to believe me, but I really haven't done it. Whether it's a prank or not, take it I'll ask the person you trapped."
Song Yu smiled: "What do you want to know? Is he a black fan? He has long disliked me in Yizhong, and he wanted to make fun of me as a joke. Who knew I would react so badly?"
It's easy to explain, to put things aside. After all, there are many people who see him unhappy. To be honest, Song Yu came to find Qin Mo today, not to force him to admit it.
"No, you don't need to explain. I have to thank you for creating such a good alone environment for Xie Sui and I."
Qin Mo was taken aback.
Song Yu said, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to recognize my heart."
Qin Mo looked straight at him, the corners of his lips slowly pursed, as if he didn't want to talk about the topic, and said, "Stop for a while, what would you like to drink?"
"No, haven't you always wanted to chat with me?" Song Yu simply opened the skylight and said brightly, smiling: "Then let's chat. Let me tell you clearly, even if Xie Sui doesn't like me, he won't be with me in the end. Together, it's not your turn. Can playing with other people's feelings bring you pleasure—the Qin family taught you such a low-level pleasure?"
Qin Mo's good-natured appearance could no longer be maintained. From Song Yu's relationship with Xie Sui, nameless anger spread.
Now Song Yu's words have poked his sore foot even more, and there is a storm in his lowered pupils.
Song Yu's lazy fingers hooked the cup on the table, as if he was saying something very boring and uninteresting: "I don't even understand where your sense of superiority comes from, so please accept that kind of hunting game mentality. Even if you want to chase Xie Sui, what do you compare to me? Personality, appearance, and even the family background that you have always been proud of and indulged in your mischief? "
Qin Mo pointed his finger on the table, and was finally irritated by him first, and his tone was extremely mocking: "It's your turn to ask who I am chasing."
Song Yu stood up slowly, his eyelids were thin, and his eyes were sharp and cold when he saw people: "If you hadn't rushed to kill you, you thought I would have noticed you."
Qin Mo: "If you worry about these things, it's better to worry about your own illness." Speaking of this, his tone of voice raised because of anger lowered, and he smiled inexplicably and his eyes were cold and mean: "If you are terminally ill, don't take it lightly. Toss, if you accidentally toss yourself to death, then it's not worth the loss, you're right, Song Yu."
"It's not worth the loss." Song Yu repeated his words softly. He glanced at the things on the table, two bottles of expensive wine, and raised his eyes slightly: "I told you to sit down and drink something, so are you going to give me a drink?"
Qin Mo sarcastically said, "Do you dare?"
Song Yu didn't answer his question, he sneered, holding a bottle of wine: "I was talking nonsense to you before because I felt that if you knew that I couldn't figure it out, it would let me know more about Xie Sui's thoughts. , I guess I will be pissed off alive."
Qin Mo stared at him, his muscles tense, his breathing was short, and his skin was shaking.
Song Yu said softly, "I don't dare."
The cold white light shone on the young man, he stood up straight, tall and thin, like green pines. Holding the wine bottle, his wrists are delicate and pale, with faint blue blood vessels.
"I believe you also know my second weakness, I can't drink."
Qin Mo's pupils widened slightly, and his fingers gripped the edge of the sofa involuntarily.
He suddenly felt that this kind of Song Yu was a little strange.
Song Yu leaned over, his expression was as cold and severe as a living hell king, and his tone was deep and cold with a knife in every word.
- "But it also depends on you, whether you have the ability to bring wine to my mouth."
At the same time, Song Yu grabbed Qin Mo's collar, raised his hand and smashed the wine bottle on it, decisively.
The wine bottle shattered, and the fragments reflected dazzling light.
The severe pain stimulated the brain, Qin Mo's whole body felt as if he was frightened, his pupils shrank a little, then burst out suddenly, and shouted: "Song Yu—"
After being suppressed for a long time, the thin ice shattered, and the magma under the ice erupted completely.
Song Yu stopped what he wanted to say, his eyes were icy, and he calmed down the anger in his heart and said with a smile, "Look, who is going back to City A."
Song Yu walked out, the school uniform was wet with alcohol, he simply took it off and put it in his arm.
In fact, he couldn't stand the smell of the wine, his head was a little uncomfortable, his body was just right, he suddenly exerted force, and the subsequent feeling of weakness came like a tide, which made him frown slightly.
He didn't walk a few steps when he heard the girl's screams. The fight was not small, and it would soon attract people. Qin Mo would be found dying and sent to the hospital.
Then tomorrow was another long confrontation.
Song Yu was not afraid of him, and he didn't even need to make up any reason. He looked down at his phone and paused the recording.
Qin Mo thought that everything was perfect, but with the appearance of the signal jammer, he could already find out a lot of things along the clues. Qin Mo came to Jingcheng because he came out of the closet to avoid the limelight. If the Qin family knew that he had provoked the Song family for a man, it was uncertain who would be taken away.
The final chapter of "Cinderella" in the auditorium. When Song Yu walked to the door, he didn't go in. He leaned against the wall and watched a group of people jumping happily on the stage.
After everyone's whimsical tampering, the last scene was made up as a wedding.
The prince and princess walked into the hall of happiness, the animals huddled together to eat melon seeds, and the stepmother and step sister scolded and swept the floor.
The fairy godmother, wielding a magic wand with stars as the wedding officiant, said, "Now it's up to me to testify for you."
She played cards unconventionally and asked with a smile, "Who arranged for you to come this far."
Cinderella said: "It's the school, it's the teacher, it's the New Year's party."
The prince said, "Our parents, Director Song, would have ended the story long ago if he hadn't been a lot of shit."
The whole place laughed.
Song Yu watched from the outside, and also bent the corner of his lower lip.
After the testimony, the wedding march began to sound, romantic and solemn.
Song Yu suddenly remembered. At first, he suggested using suona for the background music. It was so festive and joyful. As soon as it was played, it felt like someone wanted to set up two tables at the entrance of the village to invite you to dinner.
Jiang Chunian was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue, so he went to plead with Xie Sui and asked Xie Sui to persuade him, but he was so scared that he couldn't say anything: "Xie Shen died prematurely, Brother Yu is planning to put a suona at the wedding, please stop this genius. ."
Xie Sui was also amused. Peach Blossom's eyes were cold and melted, the corners of her lips curled up, and she tilted her head to ask him, "So you like this kind of thing?"
Song Yu didn't like it either.
In fact, he just said a lot, but no one dared to refute it.
Of course, this genius idea was not implemented in the end.
The dark night and snowflakes appeared on the screen behind the stage, and the story ended when Cinderella and the prince looked at each other with laughter.
He suddenly wanted to see Xie Sui very much, and he was confused and had a loss that could not be concealed.
Does Xie Sui know that he likes him too, but what is it in his eyes
- "The inexplicable approach and affection are all coveting your appearance."
-"you too?"
- "Of course I am not!"
Song Yu closed his eyes when the firm and clear speech rang in his ears, he really dug a hole for himself.
After Cinderella's performance ended, flowers exploded in the class.
[Lights as in the past: woo woo woo is finally over, my God, my hand holding the broom was shaking in the last scene.]
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: Celebration feast! Celebration feast! Celebration feast! Hurry up and choose a place, we will spend this New Year's Day together [Little Panda lifts a windmill]]
[It's too late: here your husband Yu Ge, Song Director, husband, Yu Ge, where are we going for the festival [dog head]]
[You wait for me: I propose to eat hot pot! A new store opened on Linqing Street, and the reviews are very good!]
Song Yu clicked in and read the content, but didn't reply. He took his mobile phone and walked out. When he exited, he saw Xie Sui's message coming.
[Xie Sui: Sorry, I'm late, are you in the auditorium now]
Song Yu was taken aback. In his current mood, seeing the name Xie Sui, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.
Fingertips touch the cold screen. Calm down the messy mood.
[Song Yu: No, I'm out, you should go this way, you should be able to meet]
[Xie Sui: Hmm]
After solving Qin Mo's business, it should be Xie Sui's business.
"I seem to have fallen in love with him."
So when did it start.
Song Yu didn't know either.
Just waiting for the reaction, it seems that I like it.
He went outside, afraid that he would be too nervous, so when Ma Xiaoding called, he answered the phone by himself.
It seemed that Ma Xiaoding was still very lively, and everyone was making a lot of noise.
Ma Xiaoding had no choice but to look at the phone and shouted at him: "Brother Yu, we are deciding what to eat later. Half of them propose hot pot, and half of them propose barbecue. What do you think? If you want me to say that these two parties are sick, hot pot and barbecue are not the same. Are they almost the same? In the end, they hated each other. Eating hot pot and roasting meat is troublesome, and eating barbecue meat is too bad for hot pot, so I can pull it out for any reason. Beef batch, I choose Mala Tang.”
Song Yu listened absently. He went outside and saw Xie Sui.
Xie Sui stood under the sculpture at the school gate, next to a cold street lamp, wearing a windbreaker and slender legs.
He is pointing his finger down on the screen, his eyelashes are drooping, his expression is lazy and indifferent.
Ma Xiaoding is still pressing: "I don't understand them, but everyone's preferences are different. Brother Yu, choose one. You can choose whatever you like."
The word "like" touched his somewhat numb nerves. Song Yu held the phone, ready to speak: "I choose..."
On the other side, Xie Sui seemed to have noticed him, raised his head, and smiled with his eyes curled, like the beginning of ice and snow, and his eyes were gleaming.
The words in his throat stopped instantly.
Ma Xiaoding: "Brother Yu, what do you choose? The whole class is listening to your orders. Be louder!"
"All-"
Song Yu hung up the phone directly.
Like a bolt of lightning hitting the body, the blessing is to the soul, and the numbness from the scalp to the toes is completely recognized.
He chose Xie Sui.