On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

"Any other purpose?" Dong Yu asked doubtfully.

He Yunbin said: "Dong Yu, do you think he will do something for no reason? Song Xue is full of thoughts, I don't understand, you don't understand, I have known him for so many years and I don't know what he is thinking, so I just I can come to remind you that if you don’t want to be hurt, you’d better stay away from him.”

Dong Yu looked down at the bowl and suddenly lost his appetite.

"He has been ruthless since he was a child, and he is not worthy of your sadness."

So, what is Song Xueman's purpose?Revenge for dumping him for no reason?

Seeing his gloomy expression, He Yunbin patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said, "Dong Yu, I only told you this as a friend, you should think about it yourself."

He sighed, leaving Dong Yu time to think, and left with a limp.

The cafeteria was overcrowded and noisy, like a swarm of bees buzzing in his ears, making Dong Yu unable to concentrate on thinking.

"Hello, is there anyone here?" The two girls asked, pointing to the empty seat opposite.

Dong Yu put away his messy thoughts, shook his head, got up and left with the noodle bowl in hand.

The eye sockets are hot, sore and astringent, Dong Yu doesn't like being so unpromising.

He wiped his eyes and put the bowl in the storage.

It was not early, and the military training was about to be assembled. He couldn't go on an empty stomach, so he bought two cabbage buns when he passed by the bun shop.

Just after taking a bite, he bit into something, which made him wrinkle his face, which relieved a little of the heaviness in his heart.

He took a look at the bun, and there were a few shiitake mushrooms mixed in the cabbage.

"I can't eat it."

Dong Yu looked left and right, and finally saw a trash can next to the tennis court. He walked over and was about to throw away the buns, but Zhang Zedong appeared behind him, knocked on his head, and reprimanded him, "Buy as much as you want." How much, don't waste it."

Dong Yu turned around depressed and explained, "I'm allergic to mushrooms."

Zhang Zedong leaned forward, "Stop pretending to me, how can there be mushrooms here? I see you didn't move your chopsticks in the cafeteria. What are you training on an empty stomach? Eat quickly."

"..." Dong Yu stared at him twice, "How do you know I didn't move my chopsticks?"

Zhang Zedong said confidently: "I see."

"Eat quickly, go gather after eating."

Dong Yu lowered his head, there were not many shiitake mushrooms in the stuffing, and they were chopped very finely, so it shouldn't be much of a problem if you eat it.

Ever since he knew he was allergic to shiitake mushrooms, Dong Yu had never eaten them again, let alone what would happen if he ate more or less.

But now he was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk to Zhang Zedong, so he just stuffed the buns into his mouth with a sullen head.

Zhang Zedong nodded with satisfaction, and sighed: "Your school is almost all children from rich families. Of course you don't care about the money of a bun or two. Like the older generation, they only eat buns during the festivals, let alone pork. ,chicken."

Dong Yu paused his chewing, swallowed immediately, and said, "Instructor, don't be like my father."

Zhang Zedong moved his lips, and glared at Dong Yu bitterly.

The sun was very hot today, Zhang Zedong made them stand in a military posture for more than half an hour, and then they kicked and squatted down again, standing under the sun for a whole morning.

Dongyu's stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and it hurt in the shade. If you didn't feel it carefully, it didn't seem to be there, but it didn't affect the military training, so Dongyu didn't take it too seriously.

During the break, Song Xueman brought him a bottle of water, and Dong Yu took it with a sullen head, refusing to talk to him in an evasive manner.

"Young man, your neck is sunburned." Standing behind Dongyu, Zhang Zedong looked at Dongyu with a tangled face, thinking how he looked like a porcelain doll, how long did he get sunburned after being in the sun?

Dong Yu lazily responded, and Song Xueman's voice sounded from the team at the same time: "Report."

Zhang Zedong's forehead twitched, his fists were tightly clenched, and he sneered, "I understand, as long as I talk to him, you will report it. What's the matter, you don't want to see the two of us talking?"

Song Xueman said: "Report to the instructor, no. The classmate is sunburned. I have sunscreen here."

Zhang Zedong laughed angrily: "What's the matter? Do you want to wipe it off for him yourself?"

Chi Chi laughter came from the team, Song Xueman didn't take it seriously, and said, "Yes."

Zhang Zedong didn't know it was because he was so angry, he really made Song Xueman perfect, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, I'll let you wipe it on him!"

Song Xueman really took Dongyu to find a shady place far away, and let Dongyu sit. He stood behind Dongyu and unscrewed the cap of the sunscreen.

Dong Yu glanced at it. It was the box that Song Xueman bought at the skin care store on the day of registration.

Neither of them spoke, Song Xueman squeezed some into her palm, and then wiped it on Dongyu's neck.

Dong Yu felt a chill on the back of his neck, which was very comfortable. He couldn't help sighing, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Song Xueman smiled when he heard his voice: "You have good skin and get sunburned easily, so I want you to buy some sunscreen."

Dong Yu sensed something from his words, and asked uncertainly: "You brought this, is it for me?"

"En." Song Xueman said.

Dong Yu fell silent, and He Yunbin's words lingered in his ears like a repeater.

He wanted to ask Song Xueman why he wanted to approach him and what purpose he had, but he couldn't ask. He asked like this, as if he still cared about Song Xueman, but Song Xueman didn't care about these things, and Dong Yu didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

His fingers were neither light nor heavy, and he kept smearing on the back of Dongyu's neck, driving away the irritable breath and making the surrounding air cool.

Dong Yu was not feeling well, not only was his stomach hurting more and more, but also because he didn't know what to do.

I don't want to get hurt again, and I don't know how to face Song Xueman.

Fortunately, Zhang Zedong had someone call them back after a while.

The sun is still burning the earth, but Dongyu feels very cold, his body trembles involuntarily, He Yunbin's words are heard in his ears, and every frame of the picture with Song Xueman in his mind is sweet, plain, and looks so beautiful.

But Dongyu knew that it was all fake, an illusion created by Song Xueman.

My stomach hurts, like a hand is stirring my internal organs.

Dong Yu was suddenly aggrieved, tears streaming down his face.

Why do you have to promise yourself a confession?Why take extra care of yourself?Why let everything good be an illusion?

Is it difficult to push yourself away if you don't like it?

The pictures in my mind became more and more chaotic, and after a while, they stayed on exactly one picture.

It was a class reunion in the second year of high school. I drank too much Dongyu wine and was sent home by a classmate.

On the way home, he met Song Xueman.

Song Xueman looked at him from a distance, Dongyu stretched out his hand and said, "Song Xueman, can you take me home?"

Under his hazy gaze, Song Xueman took a step back.

He avoided Dong Yu's hand, with a breezy smile on his lips, and looked at Dong Yu like he was looking at a stranger.

Dong Yu couldn't remember what happened after that.

It was as if his heart had been stabbed severely.

The second before his consciousness was emptied, apart from the excruciating pain, there was Song Xueman's anxious cry.

"Winter fishing!"

Dong Yu lost consciousness and fell backwards. Song Xueman was always watching his movements, so he caught him immediately.

He held up Dongyu's face and looked at it, then asked Xu Wenguan, "What did he eat?"

"Stand up! Everyone stand up!" Zhang Zedong blew his whistle, drove the others back to their original positions, and ran to Song Xueman's side: "What's wrong with him?"

With a solemn expression, Song Xueman hugged the pale-faced Dong Yu, her face was extremely cold: "I'm allergic."

Xu Wenguan was anxious and at a loss: "I don't know what he ate."

Zhang Zedong's face suddenly turned pale: "He ate two buns today, and he said there were mushrooms in them and wanted to throw them away, but I refused."

Song Xueman's eyes shot like cold arrows, and Zhang Zedong couldn't help but feel his back shiver when he met his cold eyes.

"Sorry, I thought..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Xueman had already left with Dong Yu in her arms.

Xu Wenguan wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhang Zedong, "I'll ask Instructor Xu to take you, don't make trouble, or see how I deal with you."

Song Xueman carried Dongyu to the infirmary, where the doctor was changing He Yunbin's gauze.

When He Yunbin saw him, he asked, "What's the matter? Are you in such a hurry?"

Song Xueman put her on the bed, "Dong Yu fainted due to allergies."

The doctor asked He Yunbin to sit down and got up to check Dongyu's situation.

Song Xueman stood by, with worried eyes, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor looked back at him and said, "You're in such a hurry, I thought there was something serious. He's fine. He's suffering from heatstroke and allergies, so he fainted. He just needs a few days of fluid infusion and a few days of rest."

As soon as Zhang Zedong arrived, he heard the doctor's words. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Let him have a good rest and don't have to go to military training for now."

Dongyu was infusion in the infirmary, and Song Xueman kept sternly ignoring Zhang Zedong, which made Zhang Zedong feel terrified.

He didn't know why he was afraid of a kid.

Maybe because Zhang Zedong was an eyesore here, Song Xueman said: "Instructor, I'm guarding here, why don't you go back?"

"Ah? Oh, I'll go back right away, you take good care of him." Zhang Zedong was a little silly, "When he wakes up, help me say sorry to him."

Song Xueman didn't seem to want to devote his energy to others at all, so he gave a soft "hmm" and pretended he wasn't there.

After Zhang Zedong left, He Yunbin changed the gauze and went into the ward.

His eyes lingered on Song Xueman complicatedly for a moment, and asked straightforwardly: "Song Xueman, what exactly do you want to do?"

Song Xueman glanced at him, then lowered her eyes to Dong Yu's still pale face.

He Yunbin limped and found a place to sit down, trying to ease the heavy atmosphere: "I met Dongyu this morning, and I told him..."

"I like him." In the ward, Song Xueman's voice echoed for a long time.

He Yunbin's neck stiffened, his eyes widened in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"I like him."

"Then why did you break up with him?! Even if he brought it up, you should have a way to get it back?"

Song Xueman was silent for a long time, bent down, and gently brushed Dongyu's forehead with her lips.

Afterwards, he sighed, "I have a problem with Dong Yu's relationship. Unfortunately, I don't know where the problem is."

"Don't you know? He thought you didn't like him."

Song Xueman said: "But in my opinion, everything I do is because I like him. If I don't agree to break up and continue to consume like this, I'm afraid that one day I will exhaust his affection for me."

"Then you just tell him, don't you just have to like him?"

Song Xueman shook her head: "He won't believe it. Even if we continue to be together and don't find the real problem, he will still propose to break up."

"So what?!" He Yunbin didn't understand his brain circuit.

"So, I want to stay with him in a relationship that won't make him uncomfortable, and slowly let him let his guard down and find the reason."

He Yunbin said: "That's why you want to be friends with him? You also know that the boundaries of friends are very blurry, let alone you two broke up not long ago."

Song Xueman said: "He can't carry it clearly, but I can carry it clearly."

"Are you not afraid to play off? Does he really only regard you as a friend?"

Song Xueman rubbed Dong Yu's lips with her fingertips, and said lightly, "I will use the name of a friend to do things that should not be done by a friend. I need him to adapt to this relationship."

"In the end, you can directly chase people in the name of friends?"

"You can say that." Song Xueman said without hesitation.

"In the interim, I will definitely find out what the real problem is."

After a pause for a few seconds, He Yunbin asked, "May I ask, what do you mean by 'things you shouldn't do with your friends'?"

Song Xueman's eyes darkened a bit, and her expression was meaningful.

He Yunbin immediately said: "I understand, I understand."

"That's right." Song Xueman thought of something, looked at He Yunbin, and asked, "You just said, what did you say to Dongyu this morning?"

The author has something to say: Xiao He, do you dare to move?

ps: Xiaoyu's memories can be eaten in combination with the copywriting theater ①.