In the days when I was forced to make up lessons by the school

"Brother Yu...Brother Yu?" Song Ziyu raised his hand and shook it in front of Yu Li, pulling his mind back.

Ever since he knew that Qi Zhan had gone abroad silently, he ran more and more diligently, almost living in University A.

Jiang Chen also comes here often, but it takes about four hours to train once, Yu Li told him not to bother so much.

"What's the matter?" Yu Li returned to his senses, fiddled with the straw in the milk tea cup with his fingers, and took a sip, his light lips became thinner and his expression was cold, showing a bit of ruthlessness.

"It's nothing... the cake crumbs are on the clothes." Song Ziyu pointed to his collar, Yu Li looked down and brushed it off with his hands casually, still looking like he didn't care.

"Brother Yu, your app has already covered almost half of the colleges and universities above the municipal level in the country, and since the introduction of invitations to obtain free credits, the number of registered users is still increasing at a rate of several thousand every day. What are you going to do next? "Song Ziyu pushed a small piece of matcha cake over, without taking his eyes off Yu Li's face for a moment.

"It seems... Several companies have started to launch software similar to ours, and some people have proposed financing..." Song Ziyu glanced at him cautiously. In fact, his father was also very interested in this thing.

At first, he thought they were just kidding around and didn't take it seriously at all, but it turned out that since Yu Li downloaded the software on his mobile phone, the balance had increased by tens of thousands, so he became interested.

And what they do is somewhat unprofessional, but his father has a very keen market insight, and has even derived a series of related industrial chains in his mind, so he was sent to find out.

"I'm not interested in financing." Yu Li picked up a fork, poked a small piece off, shook it back and forth, but never put it in his mouth, "It was just for fun, and its lifespan is almost at the end , I plan to sell it, if you want it, I will give it to you."

"No...Brother Yu! I didn't mean that..." Song Ziyu was in a hurry, and reached out to pull Yu Li's sleeve.

He didn't expect Yu Li to be so sensitive, he could guess his general intentions just by meeting him, and he panicked, "My father is just interested and wants to talk to you, nothing else, don't get me wrong..."

"It's okay, I'm tired of it too." Yu Li shook his head and retracted his hand, just staggering the fingers he poked out.

"I'm preparing other things, and I really don't have time to manage it." Yu Li turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, it was dark and gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

"Go back early, don't come over these two days, the weather is bad."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left, went to the counter to pay, and the moment he opened the door, he frowned severely.

Looks like...it's going to rain a lot.

Yu Li pulled the zipper to the top, covering most of his face, and walked out quickly, the figure quickly disappeared into the chaos.

Song Ziyu sat in his seat and didn't move for a long time.

After a while, he carefully brought over the half-drunk cup of milk tea opposite him, looked around with some guilt, gently held the cup of milk tea in his hand, and slowly lowered his head.

At the moment when his lips were about to touch the straw, the phone vibrated suddenly, causing him to lean back in an instant, and his spine hit the back of the chair hard, making a lot of noise.

Everyone in the milk tea shop looked over, their eyes were full of surprise, and they were somewhat dissatisfied with being disturbed.

Song Ziyu blushed, avoiding their gaze, took out his phone, and then widened his eyes suddenly.

Yu Li sent all the source code of the entire APP!

It's like giving him all the money baskets!

He called in a hurry, but Yu Li didn't answer.

Song Ziyu's eyes were red, and he called his father back.

How can Brother Yu be so good?

Even though he doesn't like to smile very much now, he is still so good that it makes people tremble, and he can't take his eyes off him at all.

When Yu Li returned to the dormitory to put the books, Xu Jiaheng happened to stop him, "Here, your letter."

A white envelope has a light blue stripe on the edge, like traces of silk, instantly making the pure white envelope look no longer monotonous.

"Is this the tenth letter or the twenties? It's the 21st century, who still writes letters, it's not too troublesome..." Xu Jiaheng muttered and complained, Yu Li usually didn't live in the dormitory, but sent letters The person seemed to be ignorant of it, and sent all of them to the dormitory, so he was not afraid of losing them.

Although no one should be so bored to steal a letter.

"Thank you, I brought you the ice cream." Yu Li handed over the small bag in his hand, and received a joyful hug from Xu Jiaheng.

Who would have thought that this big man would be addicted to sweets?

Yu Li took the books he was going to use tomorrow, and walked quickly back to the house.

As soon as he stepped into the door with his front foot, it began to rain pouring down. Bean-sized raindrops hit the window with a crackling sound, which sounded a bit scary.

It shouldn't be thundering, right?

Yu Li's footsteps walking in paused, and there was no sound of footsteps. The room seemed more and more silent, which made the rumbling outside even more frightening.

Otherwise... you still live in the dormitory today, right?

Yu Li turned around and was about to go out, but saw a sudden light outside the window, followed by a loud bang, which made his legs go limp almost instantly.

Forget it, sleep with your head covered and it's over.

Yu Li dug his head into the room, turned on the bedside night light to the maximum, simply plugged earphones into his ears, and listened to the music, which slightly alleviated the fear.

He opened the envelope carefully without tearing even an edge.

The letter was written by Qi Zhan, and the beautiful font is just like him, which is eye-catching.

In just two or three lines, I asked him how he was doing recently, and whether he had any difficulties or discomfort.

The second line is what he saw and heard there recently, what books he read, which library he visited, and even which river he walked along the street, he would write it in.

It was as if he wanted to share with Yu Li the details of his absence during his absence.

It was as if the two hadn't separated yet.

Just went on a business trip.

Under the letter paper was a postcard, a gothic style cathedral, Yu Li couldn't name it, but it was very beautiful, solemn and solemn, with a touch of sunshine-like warmth.

Then the last line of the letter, only a few words.

"I miss you."

He has received more than [-] letters like this one after another, at least one a week, and sometimes three or four letters, and the sentence at the end is unshakable, and it must be there every time.

Qi Zhan's cell phone number has become empty since he left the country, and he hasn't explored it, so he wants it to gradually fade away from his life.

But every time when he was about to make up his mind and become numb, he would be disturbed by such a letter.

In fact, how easy it is to deal with, it's just a piece of paper that couldn't be more fragile.

Tear it up, burn it, throw it away, and there are ways to make it disappear completely.

But after all... I can't bear it.

Yu Li read every letter, but never replied, and never paid attention to the address written in English on the envelope.

I just read it calmly, then carefully closed it and stuffed it into a box intact.

It's like performing some sacred ceremony.

Yu Li folded the letter as usual, and stuffed it back into the envelope. There was another flash of lightning outside the window, and his hands shook for a moment, almost tearing the envelope.

Yu Li bit his lower lip, pressed the envelope on the bedside table beside him, opened a hole, and shoved the letter back reluctantly with shaking hands.

He let out a sigh of relief, looked at the sound of thunder and rain that was still roaring outside, and decided to get the box tomorrow, and now he really didn't want to get out of bed, let alone leave the quilt.

After struggling for a long time, Yu Li pursed his lips and stuffed the envelope under the pillow.

This is more secure.

Just as he took off his clothes and was about to fall asleep with the light on, the phone vibrated intensively. Yu Li grabbed it and took a look, his eyes fixed.

A foreign number.

Yu Li stared at the long string of numbers in a daze, until he automatically hung up when no one answered, and then he realized that he had completely held his breath.

It wasn't until the screen was completely dark that I came back to my senses. My whole body was tense, my muscles were a little sore, and there were fine and dense needle-like pains.

Before I could completely relax, the phone rang again.

It's still the same number, vibrating one after another, with the momentum that if you don't answer it, you will keep calling.

Yu Li froze his fingers to connect, and there came a low voice, as if he was struggling with how to start.

Yu Li didn't speak either, so the two of them stayed silent for five seconds through the phone.

He sighed softly, and was about to unplug the headset and put it aside, when the person on the other end of the phone suddenly spoke.

"A long time ago, there was a poor but kind girl. After her father died..."

A deep and pleasant voice sounded, slightly hoarse and magnetic, resembling a male late-night radio anchor.

Enough to drive voice controllers crazy.

But Yu Li kept his face blank, letting the tears flow all over his face.

On the other end of the earphones was soft and soothing music accompanied by pleasant storytelling voices, and on the other end of the phone was Yu Li's heavier breathing mixed with a little sobbing.

The two of them didn't exchange a word, but maintained this strange pattern tacitly, and neither of them was willing to hang up the phone.

This night, Yu Li didn't remember any thunder or showers at all. He only dreamed that he was sitting in the warm cathedral, leaning against that man's generous arms, listening to his deep and melodious reading, and fell asleep soundly. Sleep.

What a dream.

When he woke up the next day, Yu Li felt that he was sweating all over. He didn't dare to come out after covering himself in the quilt yesterday, so he had to take a shower in the morning.

The warm water washed away the sticky feeling on his body, and he felt a little more comfortable. Yu Li squeezed the shower gel on his body again, but he was a little dazed.

He has never changed the familiar lemongrass aroma, but why...

It smells so good on Qi Zhan, it fascinates him deeply, but it can be used on him, but he doesn't feel anything?

Even whether it is washing clothes or daily wiping at home, I use the same set of things before, but there is no such familiar and pleasant smell anymore.

Yu Li closed his eyes in pain, forcing himself not to think about that person again.

But his voice, his body temperature, the strength with which he grasped his wrist, his face, his thin lips, everything seemed to be deeply engraved into his bones and blood, and he could never forget it.

Yu Li clicked his tongue lightly, gave himself a casual rush, and began to arrange the new project he had been optimistic about before.

If you can't forget, keep yourself busy.

Fill up all the time except sleeping, until you are so tired that you can no longer think of any extra things!

The author has something to say: How could Brother Zhan allow Brother Yu to completely fade out of his life for so long?

Even if people are not there, the sense of presence cannot be lost.

Alright, alright, the abuse is over, let’s watch brother Zhan chasing his wife, be good=￣ω￣=