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

Zhang Zedong came to the bed and saw Dongyu's forehead was red, so he touched it with the back of his hand.

Dong Yu subconsciously hid back, and then realized that he should be asleep, so he hummed twice, trying to make his voice hoarse: "Who?"

Zhang Zedong said softly: "You still have a fever, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Dong Yu muttered, "I'm fine, just rest for a few days and I'll be fine."

"Let's go to the hospital."

"No, I'm so sleepy, instructor."

Dong Yu's voice was hoarse, like a kitten's paw scratching Zhang Zedong's heart.

His heart suddenly softened, and he wanted to find another topic to stay for a while, his eyes flicked around, and finally saw Dongyu's guitar hanging by the bed.

Dong Yu wondered why he still didn't leave, and then heard Zhang Zedong ask: "Can you play the guitar?"

"Um……"

Zhang Zedong said: "You have a good rest these days, can you come to see off the instructor on the day of the farewell party? Bring your guitar."

"Huh?" Dong Yu asked in surprise, "What do you want to hear? I'll practice."

"It's all right."

"it is good."

Zhang Zedong didn't stay any longer, and left after speaking.

Xu Wenguan said in disbelief: "I'm going, Zhang Zedong is so kind to you? It's fake."

"He's embarrassed to talk about me. If it weren't for him, I would be allergic?"

Dong Yu turned over and sat up, touched his forehead, it was really hot, but can it not be hot after covering it under the quilt for so long in summer?

Xu Wenguan nodded thoughtfully, "It seems to be the same."

Zhang Zedong went out to the right 40, turned the corner and saw a person leaning against the wall.

He said helplessly, "Why are you always haunted?"

Song Xueman lowered his eyebrows, the dim light in the corridor hit him, maybe he had just put down the computer or mobile phone, he was still wearing a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, his eyes were slightly curved, his smile was neither deep nor shallow, he looked dignified and elegant.

"Instructor, I have a question to ask you."

"Oh?" Zhang Zedong smiled, "What's the problem?"

"If it were you, how would you express your love for someone?"

Zhang Zedong thought for a while, and said, "Maybe he will be trained strictly and scolded? After all, beating is kissing and scolding is love."

Song Xueman smiled: "That's good, the instructor walks slowly."

Song Xueman got up and went back to the dormitory. The moment the two passed by, Zhang Zedong heard him say, "He's mine."

There was a sound of closing the door behind him, and Zhang Ze laughed out loud: "This kid, are you here to declare your sovereignty?"

"I just want to tease you because I know it."

Time soon came to the day of the farewell party, Dongyu changed into a camouflage uniform, sat at the table and waited for the bell to ring.

He flipped through his phone boredly. The messages he sent in the group a few days ago finally received responses one after another. He clicked on it and looked:

Okra: "Sleep."

Fengwei: "You, the sun."

Big brother with the back: "Ditto."

Dongyi: "Brother, protect yourself."

Even Lu Cang, who has been diving for 800 years, replied: "What purpose does Song Xueman have? Be confident and bold to be friends with him. If he misses you, you will not suffer."

Fengwei: "??? Brother Lu??"

Okra: "You don't like Yuyu anymore???"

Brother with the head on the back: "Indeed, it seems that there is no disadvantage."

Dong Yi: "Brother Lu, you are no longer my brother's backup."

Sun you?

What means?

It's better not to ask them, one or two will know what Dong Yu doesn't understand.

Not long after, the bell for evening self-study and class rang, and it was time for Dongyu to gather.

There was going to be a military parade tomorrow morning, Zhang Zedong helped him and the school ask for leave, so there was nothing wrong with him, he didn't plan to go to the farewell party tonight, but Zhang Zedong invited him, it seemed a bit unreasonable not to go.

The night wind blows slowly, the street lights on the edge of the playground have been turned on, and the freshmen of the 21 companies are all sitting on the lawn of the playground.

Dongyu was confused and couldn't find his way. It was Xu Wenguan who had sharp eyes and waved at him before he found his team.

"Here?" Zhang Zedong came up to meet him, then tilted his head, "Put the guitar here, go back to your place first."

Zhang Zedong wanted to get the guitar he was carrying, but Dong Yu protected it with both hands, "I'll hold it myself."

"Such a baby?" Zhang Zedong smiled, "Then it's up to you."

The farewell party began, and the chief instructor was nagging at the front again. After more than half an hour, the instructor asked the freshmen from each company to find a place to say goodbye.

The [-]st Company of the [-]nd Battalion and the [-]nd Company of the [-]nd Battalion usually train together, so the freshmen from both companies were brought to the tennis court. Zhang Zedong and Xu Hong moved the net posts to one side, and nearly [-] people sat in five rows.

Zhang Zedong took a trumpet and yelled at the crowd, who covered their ears and glared: "Instructor!"

Zhang Zedong laughed cheaply: "Hey, what's your reaction? I just want to see if there is any sound."

"I believe you ghost, you did it on purpose!"

"Okay, okay, no kidding." Zhang Zedong got up seriously, and signaled everyone to be quiet, "Congratulations, half a month of military training has ended today! I will be liberated in the future, and the second company will never have to see Xu Hong's picture again." A flat face."

"Go!" Xu Hong kicked him from behind.

"Hahahaha Brother Dong is still so coquettish."

"Instructor Xu, don't offend him, why don't you live well."

Zhang Zedong said triumphantly, "Did Xu Hong hear that? Don't offend me."

"Hey, Brother Dong dares to bully Instructor Xu, is he capable of bullying your company's squad leader?"

"That's right, hahaha, being treated like a grandson by the squad leader."

Zhang Zedong laughed angrily, and pointed to Song Xueman who was standing outside the line: "You boy, what's wrong with me bullying you?"

Song Xueman looked at him with a half-smile, ignored him, and glanced at the crowd. It happened that Dongyu was sitting on the far right of the fourth row, and he walked over with long legs.

When Dong Yu reacted, Song Xueman was already in front of him.

Song Xueman sat on the floor, looked at Zhang Zedong, but said to Dongyu, "What do you want to play?"

Dong Yu was silent, not wanting to touch his face in front of so many people, ""Goodbye"."

Song Xueman nodded, "I think the song "See You Again" is more suitable."

Dong Yu turned his head in doubt, Song Xueman withdrew his distant gaze, the starlight was shattered in his eyes, falling on Dong Yu's face, inexplicably gentle.

Zhang Zedong quickly called Dongyu: "Dongyu, quickly bring your guitar and show it to the instructor."

Dong Yu pursed his lips, and took the guitar out of his bag. He was about to get up, but Song Xueman stopped him: "Wait."

"Ok?"

Song Xueman smiled and took his guitar, "You forgot to tune it."

Song Xueman's familiar movements stunned Dongyu for half a second, and he suddenly remembered that Song Xueman had been handling all the trivial things around him since the beginning of the relationship.

There is a small red tick mark on the handle of the guitar, which is Dongyu's own certification mark.

Song Xueman brushed her fingers over it, feeling a deep sense of helplessness in her heart.

It seems that Dong Yu never regarded Song Xueman as his own.

He tuned the strings and returned the guitar to Dong Yu, who said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

Seeing him dawdling for a long time to come up, Zhang Zedong pointed the horn at him angrily: "Who is there? Are you reluctant to leave for a while?"

Everyone burst into laughter, even Song Xue's eyes were full of genuine smiles.

Dong Yu glared at him, Dong Yu doesn't like to talk to people, and now that he is in a bad mood, he doesn't want to talk to Zhang Zedong even more.

He sat cross-legged on the ground with a sullen head, holding the guitar in his arms. Zhang Zedong quickly put the speaker next to him, and took out his mobile phone to record.

Song Xueman, who had a panoramic view of everything, pursed her thin lips, and gradually narrowed her eyes.

A group of people passed by outside the tennis court. After the guitar sounded, they all looked over curiously.

One of the boys lay directly on the doorpost, and his companion said humanely, "Su Yuan, aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

Su Yuan stared intently at the boy holding the guitar, his eyes were burning hot, and he said without looking back, "You guys go first."

Dong Yu is very serious when he sings, expressing his indifferent temperament to the fullest, as if he lives in an independent world, no one can get in, and he refuses to come out.

It's just that this is extremely attractive to curious humans.

Song Xueman looked at Dongyu right and wrong, and didn't even notice when there was more people around him.

It wasn't until the man bumped his arm that he frowned.

"Hello, classmate." Su Yuan knew the person in front of him, he seemed to be a friend of the elementary school student.

Song Xueman glanced at him indifferently, "It's you."

Su Yuan looked at Dong Yu in front of him, and asked directly: "Are you his friend? I want to ask you, does he have a girlfriend? Or, does he have a boyfriend?"