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

In order to avoid being noticed, Dong Yu wore a peaked cap and a sweater hat on top of his head. Finally, he put on his guitar and put on a mask before leaving the dormitory.

All the way to the school gate, passers-by were in a hurry, talking about this matter in words.

When approaching the door, Dong Yu called Song Xueman.

"Hello? Song Xueman, where are you?"

Song Xueman's side was very quiet, "At the door, have you arrived yet?"

Dong Yu said, "Are there many people around the school gate? You go a little further, and I'll be right there."

Song Xueman said: "It's okay, I'll wait for you here."

Helpless, Dong Yu had no choice but to bury his head lower and walk through the crowd in a low-key manner. However, he was taller than ordinary people and dressed in a weird way, which made it easier to attract the attention of others.

Dong Yu looked at the center of the crowd, and there was a black car parked there, a model Dong Yu had never seen before, probably the Landaulet in the Xuwen Pass.

Dong Yu looked around, but he didn't see Song Xueman, and when he was about to call to ask, the crowd was in an uproar.

The door of the driver's seat of the black car was slowly opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came down.

"How old is this? It's not like a student from Tianjin University."

"Would it be the elder of a student?"

Dong Yu raised his chin, his black eyes swept over.

When he saw the man's face, he felt strangely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After a while, Dong Yu realized.

Isn't this the fucking driver who sent me and Song Xueman to Jinzhou? !

The driver looked around, walked steadily to the left door, and opened it.

This behavior locked the eyes of everyone, including Dong Yu, on the past.

The car door opened, and a slender leg first appeared in everyone's sight.

The long legs are wrapped in well-made trousers. With the bending movement, the folded lines that have been ironed in advance make the picture look like a delicate painting.

The man stepped out of the car door, dressed differently from the cold and casual clothes of the past, but a close-fitting suit. From a young boy to a mature man, every move exudes the charm of an adult man.

No matter how much the man changes, Dong Yu will not fail to recognize the person he has been with for two years day and night.

"Sir, someone is here."

"Ah."

"Fuck, he's the new president of the student union, right?"

"Be confident, he is the new president of the student union."

When the man's eyes fell on Dong Yu, Dong Yu's body was covered with goosebumps, and the first thought that flashed in his mind was to hurry up!

It's a pity that under the man's scorching gaze, Dong Yu couldn't move a single inch of his footsteps.

"Here he is! Who is he looking for?"

"Need to say? Isn't the elementary school student from the literature department his boyfriend?"

"But the little brother isn't here?"

"Are you stupid, didn't you notice the person behind you?"

The girl in front turned around after being reminded by her companion, and happened to see Dong Yu's astonished eyes.

Even wearing a hat and a mask, it is not difficult to recognize this person just by a pair of eyes. This person is Dongyu, a very popular primary school student in the Department of Literature in Tianjin.

"Damn!" The girl was frightened and yelled. Dongyu was frightened by her voice, and quickly took two steps back, almost falling down.

"I'm sorry, can you please let me go?" The man's smooth voice resounded in the noisy crowd, like an ice cube falling into boiling water, the refreshing feeling of coolness.

"Can, can!"

The man walked up to Dong Yu, raised his thin lips, with a small smile in his eyes, and said softly, "Be careful."

"Song Xueman," Dong Yu lowered his head, his cheeks were hot, and his palms were sweating, "Why are you dressed so formally?"

The smile on Song Xueman's lips was even wider, and she stretched out a hand with strong knuckles, took off the outermost layer of his hat, then took off the mask for him, and whispered: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

He held Dong Yu's hand, and the cold touch made Dong Yu wake up a little bit.

"Hmm..." Dong Yu pouted, letting Song Xueman lead her.

"Okay, let's go."

"Ah."

Song Xueman led him to the right side of the car, opened the door for him, then turned around and walked to the left side, and got into the car.

Seeing Dong Yu lowered her head and said nothing, Song Xueman smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Dong Yu shook his head, "It's nothing. It's just the first time I've seen you dressed like this, and I'm not used to it."

Song Xueman raised the corners of her lips happily, and wrapped her left hand around Dong Yu's chest, resting it on the side of his neck, in a very possessive gesture.

The Landaulet driver's seat is separated from the seat, and the sound insulation in the car is so good that the driver has no idea what's going on.

Song Xueman hooked him into her arms, smiled frivolously, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Dong Yu's heart was beating very fast, and he could hardly think under his touch, so he obeyed his inner thoughts, nodded, and gave a weak "hmm".

Song Xueman didn't make any more intimate gestures, but lightly rubbed Dong Yu's head, "Have a good rest, and I'll take you home."

Dong Yu leaned back on the seat, and Song Xueman adjusted a comfortable position for him.

Dong Yu looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window, and fell into deep thought. He seemed to know why Song Xueman had mobilized a large number of people to pick him up.

Probably because of Xia Yi.

Thinking of this possibility, her heartbeat quickened unexpectedly.

Five hours later, the car stopped downstairs in the community.

Before getting out of the car, Dong Yu said to Song Xueman, "Do you want to go up and sit?"

Song Xueman twitched her lips and said, "In what capacity?"

Dong Yu asked, "Friend?"

"Then I'm not going."

Dong Yu nuzui, love to go or not.

He opened the car door, but Song Xueman held his left hand.

"Say hello to my uncle and aunt for me, I hope to see them next time as boyfriends."

Dong Yu's heart trembled, and he shook off his hand, "I'm leaving!"

He got out of the car with the guitar and ran into the apartment building without looking back.

Song Xueman rolled down the window and watched him leave. The driver stood outside the window and said, "You almost had an accident when you came home last time. My wife was very worried. I asked me about you and Mr. Dong."

Song Xueman's eyes narrowed, and she said coldly, "Don't talk too much."

"Yes."

After dinner, Dongyu went back to his room to practice the tune.

"Boom-"

Dong Yu said: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a woman crept in with a fruit plate.

"Yu'er, your dad cut some fruit for you, and mom will put it here for you."

Dong Yu raised her eyes and smiled, "Thank you, and thank you, Dad."

Mom waved her hand, "What can I say thank you to mom? You have been exhausted all day, don't practice too late, go to bed early, and tomorrow mom will cheer you up."

"Okay. You and Dad go to bed early too."

"Hey, good."

Dong Yu practiced a few times, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he took a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom.

When he got out of the bathroom, a wave of heat hit his face, and a few more things were added to the fruit plate on the table, probably because his mother had been here, and she turned on the air conditioner in case he would catch a cold.

Dong Yuchi sat at the computer desk topless, didn't rush to dry his hair, turned on the computer, searched Weibo on the web, and logged into his account.

He looked through the list of private messages, and someone had already asked about this morning, but Dong Yu didn't answer.

He turned to the latest one, and the user with id "crushing the clouds" said: "Little brother, I listened to all your songs, and found that your lyrics were either written by myself or by 'Xue', I want to ask Now, is this 'Xue' the boy next to you? (Don't dare to say boyfriend)"

Dong Yu didn't think too much, and replied "yes" directly.

He originally wanted to go to the Weibo of the two options that Xu Wenguan read before, but he couldn't find it, so he had to give up.

It was less than seven o'clock on the second day, and Dong Yu set off from home. Because he hadn't practiced with the team yet, the president asked them to come to the rehearsal a few hours in advance.

There are seven people in the team, and the lead singer is a small boy.

They greeted Dong Yu and started rehearsing. The lead singer was a little nervous the first two times and kept forgetting his lyrics, but Dong Yu cooperated well with them and nothing went wrong. After practicing a few more times, his condition became better and better.

Not long after, the organizer of the benefit performance arrived at the scene, and Dong Yu immediately saw the old man walking in front, who was the school's geography teacher.

"Dongyu." The geography teacher beckoned to Dongyu.

"Hello, teacher."

The geography teacher shook his head and said: "This charity performance is to help children in remote mountainous areas, so I would like to invite you to sing "Bright Future" at the end of the second activity."

"Ok."

After lunch, the charity performance officially began.

Not only Tianjin University, but also students from other schools participated in the benefit performance. The president drew lots to draw the last few.

Finally made it to the stage, Dong Yu walked onto the stage with a guitar in his arms.

"Wow! Dongyu!! Come on!"

"Senior, come on!"

Amidst the cheers, Dong Yu accurately saw a group of familiar faces sitting right in front of the venue, holding up light bulbs with Dong Yu's name on them, waving flags and shouting.

Dong Yu was taken aback for a moment, then he remembered that these were all high school seniors who were a year below him, and there were quite a few of them in the same grade.

He moved forward with dull eyes, and finally saw Song Xueman sitting in the front row, and a couple beside him, couldn't they be his parents?

Take a closer look, isn't the group of them behind him behind him?

Fuck, even Lu Cang is back!

"Little fish, look at me!"

Dong Yu looked over subconsciously, only to hear a "click", and Okra held up the camera and looked at him triumphantly.

"Your first live show, we're sure to be there!" Okra yelled.

Fengwei next to her shook her phone and said, "I'm playing a video with Dongyi, she can see it too."

With so many familiar faces, it seems that the timeline has been pulled back a few years ago.

The sockets of his eyes were inexplicably sore, causing Dong Yu to lower him down.

The music sounded, Dong Yu strummed the guitar and looked up.

He saw Song Xueman directly in front of him, and his eyes fell on him with a smile.

In the first event, they will sing three songs in a row.

During this period, the whole venue seemed to be ignited, and countless screams broke through the sky.

When the last note fell, Dong Yu jumped off the stage. At the same time, Song Xueman stood up from his seat. He supported Dong Yu's swaying body and said with a smile, "Congratulations."

"Little fish!"

Many familiar faces swarmed over, Dong Yu was angry and helpless, looked back at the stage, the president nodded to him, meaning that he can arrange his own time freely now.

Song Xueman held Dong Yu in his arms, and said to everyone: "I've booked a restaurant next door, I'll talk about it later if I have anything to say."

Dong Yu leaned into Song Xueman's arms and said in a very low voice, "Thank you, Song Xueman."

The author has something to say: I finally wrote the plot of the copywriting, rubbing my hands.Hey everyone, don't fatten up, it's easy to keep it up and it's over (is this a good thing? Hahaha)