How long have you liked it
Song Yu's eyes fell on the screen of the mobile phone, staring at the line of words and reading it for an unknown number of times, and finally lay back, his head sank into the soft pillow, and the corners of his lips rose little by little.
How long can you like it
It's only a matter of three or four months, I've known you in my last life, is it comparable
Putting the phone aside, Song Yu put his arm over his eyes and couldn't help but snicker.
Come on, since Xie Sui liked him for so long, as a boyfriend, he solved these matters by himself.
It doesn't seem so scary anymore.
On a winter morning, when it was late in the morning and still foggy, Song Yu went to knock on Xie Sui's door. The person he was swayed by that sentence yesterday before going to bed was like a fireworks explosion, and he couldn't sleep well after tossing and turning. , woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
Because Song Yu has a habit of staying in bed, and doesn't like to make people wait for a long time, even if it is upstairs and downstairs, they have never walked together in the morning.
But now that the relationship is determined, it should always be a little different.
Xie Sui opened the door, just woke up with a lazy expression, and was stunned the moment he saw Song Yu.
Song Yu said without changing his face, "Why did you get up so late? Shouldn't there be a sense of urgency after the final exam? Do you still want to be the first in the grade?"
Xie Sui didn't answer him, smiled and asked, "How many classes are you planning to sleep today when you get up so early?"
Song Yu: "..."
It snowed yesterday, and all night, when I went out to see it, it was already covered in silver. Thin snow fell all over the forest road, stepping on it made a very comfortable sound.
On Tuesday morning, before the early self-study started, Lao Cheng asked someone to pull him over. Don't think about it, it was also because of Qin Mo.
Qin's family is far away in city a, and Qin Mo also lives in the Wang's family in Jingcheng. If he had an accident, he was naturally sent by the Wang family.
In the office, the moment Wu Xinmei saw Song Yu, her whole body felt like she was pinched on the back of her neck, her eyes were about to come out, her face was pale and her skin was tight.
It's her again.
The same office again.
Song Yu tugged the corners of his mouth indifferently.
Lao Cheng was sneered at by Wu Xinmei, but it was his students who were fighting, so he could only endure it silently. Seeing Song Yulai now, he immediately put down the thermos cup in his hand, suppressing his anger: "It's over, please explain it to the parents. If the explanation is not clear, I will call your parents to come over."
Lao Cheng thought of what Song Yu said yesterday, and turned his head to Wu Xinmei and said, "Mrs Wang, I think this incident should be an accident. Song Yu is not in good health, and his personality is not so irritable, so how could he beat his classmates? thing."
Wu Xinmei: "…"
Song Yu might want to hurt Lao Cheng's heart now. He didn't want to hide it, and his voice was simple: "I'm sorry, teacher, I really beat you. But this is our personal grievance, and I believe Mrs. Wang is also happy to resolve it privately. "
What Lao Cheng said one second was slapped in the face the next, and his face was shaking with anger, so he picked up the phone and started dialing: "If you don't call your parents, you are really out of control?!"
It was Wu Xinmei who stopped him. The woman who had been mean and yin-yang just now suddenly stood up and said directly after a moment of silence, "You don't need to hit Mr. Cheng. Since it's a personal grievance between children, let's resolve it privately."
Lao Cheng: "???"
Wu Xinmei said, "The school doesn't have to interfere." She looked at Song Yu, extremely complicated.
Song Yu smiled indifferently, and said lightly, "Okay, take me to see Qin Mo."
Wu Xinmei clutched the handbag tightly with her fingers and said nothing.
Wu Xinmei and Song Yu fought against each other, and it was at the hands of this young man that she planted her son, and almost had a shadow.
What's more, the matter between the Song family and the Qin family should not have been a big deal.
Hospital.
Qin Mo had a bandage on his head. The moment he saw Song Yu, he could not wait to pull out the needle and jumped out of the hospital bed to fight him. The amber eyes were full of anger, and the appearance of gentleness and modesty had been disintegrated. His expression was hideous, and words almost popped out of his teeth: "Song Yu! I underestimated you!"
Song Yu walked over, naturally found a chair to sit down, and wiped it with an apple paper: "I'm just calling my name now? Didn't my brother come to my brother two days ago? It's a relationship between the two families. Very good."
Qin Mo's chest heaved violently.
Song Yu was stunned by him for so long, and the sudden explosion was of course all his strength. From the look of Qin Mo, he knew that he was stunned by him.
"You lock me in the auditorium, and I'll take you to the hospital." He held up the cleaned apple at him and smiled, "Good brother."
The three words "good brother" are full of irony, almost stabbing Qin Mo's spirit, and being used by the anger of humiliation all at once.
Qin Mo's gaze couldn't wait to scrape a piece of meat on him, and he spoke quickly: "Do you think this is the end?"
Song Yu: "Of course not, but you're going back to City A soon, do you need to think so much?"
Qin Mo sneered: "By you?"
Song Yu: "What are you pretending? If it wasn't for you being unreasonable about this matter, it would have made a big deal with the Wang family. I have a recording of our conversation. If the Qin family knew that you had changed places, it would be even more outrageous. You stay here?"
Qin Mo's face was blue and white, and sarcastically: "What about you? The Song family knows that you have a boyfriend in Jingcheng and they will let you go?"
Song Yu took a bite of the apple and smiled at him: "Oh, how did you know that we established a relationship yesterday."
"Then hurry back to City A and publicize it everywhere. Thank you for your contribution to our love."
Qin Mo was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Song Yu was just hitting someone for fun yesterday, so it's ok to get him away by the way. I didn't even think about getting him to such an extent. After all, he was too young now, and the Qin family couldn't be perfunctory either.
No matter how far Qin Mo rolls, just don't get in the way.
Song Yu stood up and looked down at him, his light-colored pupils were full of frost, and he laughed: "Don't think about it, you can covet my people too?"
Ignore Qin Mo's state of being on the verge of eruption.
Song Yu pushed open the door and threw the fruit pit in the trash can next to it.
Long legs walked to the door of the hospital.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what he said just now was so fucking handsome.
The door of the ward was closed, but Qin Mo didn't take his eyes back, staring at a point, as if he was going to poke a hole in Song Yu through the wall.
Fingers grip the quilt.
He didn't expect Song Yu to be so reckless and sent him directly to the hospital, but the most mindless method was also the most effective. This directly alarmed the Qin family.
The old man called him angrily this morning, scolded him for a long time, and forced him to go back to City A.
Qin Mo's eyes were gloomy.
But so what? City A will always meet again, and the humiliation he suffers now will always make him repay.
After the New Year's Day party is the final exam. This time, Song Yu wasn't in a hurry. He was confident and reviewed slowly. Ma Xiaoding was scolded by his father before the test, and he began to be smug for a short time, frantically brushing the questions, and when he started to shut up, the world became quiet.
Mathematical problems have always been Song Yu's biggest headache. Now the focus is also on this, when we review together in the library, it is also on all the mental issues.
Xie Sui thought that the two of them were dating alone, and most of the time he was watching Song Yu and writing questions. I used to be able to bear it, but now I am a boyfriend, how can I bear it.
Song Yu frowned, and poked him with a pen: "Here, why is the answer directly written in the range from a to 1."
Xie Sui took his hand directly, dragged him over, took advantage of the cover of the bookshelf in the corner of the library, bit it, and said with a smile, "I'm so good, should you pay me something? question?"
Song Yu's good review was stupefied by him.
Final exams are finally here.
During the last Chinese class, the Chinese teacher came in with a stack of papers.
Standing on the podium and clearing his throat, the teacher said, "Remember what I asked you to write when the semester just started?"
After the whole class was stunned for a second, they began to whisper.
"What did you write? Why don't I remember it."
"Me too, there are so many Chinese homework, who still remembers it, let alone so long."
The language teacher glared at them, patted the podium, and said, "Have you forgotten your learning goals?"
The crowd suddenly realized.
Song Yu was writing a question with a pen in his hand, and when he said this, he also remembered it. It was the learning goal that he was rushing for temporarily. I remember that there was a later essay about how to accomplish this goal, and then he went off-topic.
The title of the composition title seems to be called "If you never forget it, there will be an echo". Does it have anything to do with the completion of the plan
Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, having long forgotten what he wrote.
The Chinese teacher said, "Have you reached your goals for one semester from summer to winter?"
The class began to cough and laugh, avoiding the teacher's serious scrutiny.
The language teacher snorted and ordered the table again, with a bit of hatred for iron not turning into steel: "You still don't understand my good intentions. I gave you that topic to motivate you and let you take it. Keep it in your heart. If you don't forget it, there will be echoes. I see you, don't say you don't forget it, I'm afraid you will forget it after you finish writing it. Just perfunctory me, what do I do perfunctorily? Is it me who takes the university entrance exam?"
"Don't think that the three years of high school are very long. In fact, it is just a blink of an eye. When you sit in the classroom of the third year of high school, think about the present, which is yesterday."
The language teacher shook his head and sighed, and finally handed the paper in his hand to Jiang Chunian: "Class representative, send it on, let this group of people wake up, and see if they are worthy of themselves who just entered high school."
Jiang Chunian touched his nose and went up to take it.
In fact, she also has a guilty conscience. Who hasn't set a goal since high school? Two English readings a day, one classic book a week, and the first class in the monthly test.
Hand out the paper.
Song Yu sighed horribly when he saw his plan that he had written all over the place.
When Jiang Chunian handed it to Xie Sui, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then sighed: "Thank God's plan has not been completed."
Song Yu leaned over to look at it, and then he remembered that Xie Sui's original goal was to help my tablemate win the first place in the market.
Song Yu: "..." So, it's my fault.
Xie Sui took the paper with her slender fingers, but her eyebrows twitched and she smiled: "Who said I didn't finish it?"
Jiang Chunian: "Huh huh?? Brother Yu's final exam is going to hit No. 1 in the city?"
Xi Bowen patted the table in the back: "Class representative, the people behind you can't send it." Jiang Chunian was woken up and walked back reluctantly: "What's the hurry?"
Song Yu grabbed the paper from Xie Sui's hand, looked stiff for a long time, and said calmly, "I shouldn't be that good, let alone you, I can't beat the top ten people in the grade."
Xie Sui tilted her head and smiled: "What does the matter between the two of us have to do with other people?"
Song Yu: "What?"
Xie Sui read: "Help my classmate to win the first place in the city."
With an unruly smile in his tone: "Help you, take me down."
Song Yu: "..." Strong.
Xie Sui said: "I can't forget this, and there must be an echo."
Song Yu stared at him blankly, and then the corners of his mouth curved upwards: "Forget it, of course."