Cannon fodder is always forced to become a group favorite

Yun You was stunned when he heard this.

"You are finally back", referring to him?

He is back?

Before he could think through this sentence, a sharp pain suddenly pierced Yunyou's brain, as if someone had stirred his brain with a needle, the pain was so painful that he couldn't concentrate on thinking, and broke out in cold sweat.

Ling Xiaoxing hugged him for a while, but Yunyou didn't respond, he felt something was wrong, let go of him and looked, and found that Yunyou's eyes were tightly closed, all the blood on his face was gone, it was pale, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was painful.

Ling Xiaoxing panicked immediately: "Youyou, what's wrong?"

There was a sharp buzzing in his brain, Yunyou couldn't hear Ling Xiaoxing's words, he could only see his lips opening and closing rapidly, his vision became blurred, and the second before he lost consciousness, the world began to spin crazily.

......

It seems that I have slept for a long time, and it seems that I just closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the surrounding scene became very strange.

When he opened his eyes, there was a ceiling covered with cobwebs, yellow and peeling off. He moved his body and found himself lying on a bed.Looking around, although this room is old and cramped, it is very tidy as a whole. Not far away is a desk with neatly stacked books.It is evening now, and the laughter of children outside the house can be heard.

Where is this place?

Yunyou frowned and stretched his arms.

dreaming?

He was about to pinch himself, when the door was pushed open suddenly, the person who pushed the door was too strong, the door was smashed against the wall, and it bounced back quickly with a "bang".

"Snapped!"

Putting a palm on the rebounding door, a voice said sharply: "Why are you still lying on the bed, huh? Didn't you just knock your head off? As for being so delicate?"

Yunyou turned his head and looked over. Following his movements, he felt pain in his head. He couldn't help hissing, covered it with his hands, and looked at the person at the door.

Standing at the door was a woman in her forties, her youthful beauty could be seen from her facial features, and even loose wrinkles would not damage her charm.The woman held a dirty air cushion in her hand, squeezed the last trace of foundation, and threw it on her face vigorously.

"Mom." Uncontrollably, Yun You blurted out.

"Don't call me mom, I don't have a son like you," the woman said disgustedly, "You can beat yourself to death on the way home from school, it's useless, hurry up, get up and cook, I'm starving to death , waiting to go out."

Before Yunyou could speak, she closed the door again with a "bang" and went out.

Yunyou sat on the bed blankly for a while, then got up and walked to the desk.

Look at the calendar on the table is April [-]st.Yunyou couldn't help but smiled wryly, what a fool.

He flipped through the books on his desk again, high school books, very familiar textbooks.

Is it time for him to travel back to the original high school again?

Yun You opened his notebook, and quickly denied his thoughts.

Because he found that the textbooks and notebooks were his own handwriting, and he still remembered a few small graffiti on the textbooks, which were exactly the same as these.Small ornaments on the window sill, scratches on the desk, love letters hidden in the drawer that have just been read and haven't had time to be destroyed...

When Ling Xiaoxing said "You are finally back", a thought popped up in Yunyou's mind, could it be that he was actually the person in the book?And then transmigrated to another world?

Thinking about it carefully, he really doesn't seem to have any memories about high school and the past, as if he went to university, took the postgraduate entrance examination, graduated, and worked as soon as he opened his eyes.

Yunyou's hand holding the book suddenly tightened, trembling slightly.

"Yunyou, hurry up and cook for your old lady!" A woman's shout came from outside the door, Yunyou put the book away again, and hurried out in response.

Going out, he walked step by step, looking at the strange and familiar scenes around him, the memory in his mind was also awakened, like a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle was finally filled, Yun You walked to the kitchen in a daze, his body automatically He began to choose vegetables, wash vegetables and chop vegetables. He didn't need to think about where all the daily necessities and oils and salts were at home.

This is indeed his home...

A home that was suddenly forgotten for some reason...

He turned his head and looked at the woman in the living room who painted her feet with red nail polish. Yes, this was his mother, Lin Yun.

His mind was full of messy thoughts, his chest was filled with mixed emotions, and he couldn't calm down at all. After a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was brought to the table, Lin Yun tapped the Nokia, picked up the chopsticks and looked at it. Without looking at it, he stuffed a mouthful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, and spat it out in the next second.

"Did you kill the salt seller? Do you want to salt your mother to death!?" Lin Yun said angrily, and put down her chopsticks with a "smack".

Yun You was recalled by this familiar emphasis, and said in a daze, "I didn't notice..."

Lin Yun pushed the scrambled eggs with tomatoes aside with a look of disgust, barely finished the porridge, put down the bowl and went to put on her shoes.

"Where are you going?" Yun You asked.

"Youngsters don't care about adults." Lin Yun put on her high heels, passed by the full-length mirror, and adjusted her clothes again. Before going out, she took out five yuan from her bag and threw it on the cabinet. "Go out and buy something to eat." , don’t starve to death.”

The door was closed with a "bang", and the calendar hanging behind the door shook.

Yun You washed the dishes after finishing the porridge.

The water splashed against the bowls and chopsticks, and Yunyou was a little out of his mind.

If he is the one Ling Xiaoxing likes, then where is Ling Xiaoxing?

Ling Xiaoxing's family conditions are so good, their worlds should be two parallel lines, how can they intersect?

It's too miserable to have to return to zero just after confessing.

After washing the dishes, Yunyou sat melancholy and reminisced about the past, but he was still a little hungry. He was at the age of growing up, and a bowl of porridge would not be enough for him. He thought about it, changed his clothes again, and took Lin Yunlin Before leaving, throw down the five yuan and go out to see what can be eaten nearby.

He spent his childhood and adolescence in a small county under the second-tier city of S, which was full of poverty and backwardness. The smoky roads and the eternally gray sky constituted the main colors of his memories.

But after he went out, Yunyou found that a corner of the darkness had been torn apart.

There is a swallow's nest under the lamp in front of the door, and the light of the light leaks from the gap of the swallow's nest, illuminating a cherry blossom tree.

The night wind was gentle, and the cherry blossoms fell, covering the floor in pink.

Yes, he remembered that there was a cherry blossom tree planted in front of his house, which was planted by his parents when they got married, and it has been more than ten years now, spending many springs, summers, autumns and winters with him.

In the quiet evening, there was a sudden ringing of bicycle bells.

"Yunyou!"

A familiar cry made Yunyou turn his head.

A figure came out from the darkness, walked under the cherry blossom tree, waved his hand, and smiled brightly at him.

The boy was wearing a white shirt, straddling a bicycle, with his long legs on the ground, and shouted his name loudly.

Yun You was a little dazed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing him staring blankly and not speaking, the young man came over wondering, and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong, are you stupid?"

"... Lingxiao?" Yunyou's voice trembled a little.

The boy said "hmm", "What's the matter?"

"You... Come here for a while." Yunyou said.

Ling Xiaoxing took a step forward, put his hand on his forehead, and said worriedly: "Could it be that you have a fever..."

The final sound of "burn" was still floating in the air and did not fall, Ling Xiaoxing stopped talking in shock.

Because Yunyou hugged him suddenly, with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, he hugged him hard.

Ling Xiaoxing's face slowly turned red, and his hands were raised in mid-air comically for a while, and after a long time, they slowly landed on his back, like a butterfly on a flower petal, patted him lightly, and asked softly : "What's wrong? Your mother said you again?"

"...No," Yun You muffled, "I am, very happy."

"What are you happy about?"

"I finally think of you again." Yun You murmured as if sighing.

"What?" His voice was too low, Ling Xiaoxing didn't hear it, and asked again.

"It's nothing." Yun You let go of him, and smiled at Ling Xiaoxing, "Why did you come to see me?"

Ling Xiaoxing was dazzled by Yunyou's smile, and noticed the wound on his forehead, his eyes suddenly became distressed: "Does your wound hurt?"

This was when Yunyou accidentally fell when he came back from school.

"It's okay, a little injury." Yunyou waved his hand indifferently,

"Are you all right?" After confirming again and again that there is no need to go to the hospital, Ling Xiaoxing said, "I'll take you to the musical instrument store in the west of the city."

He patted the seat of the bicycle to signal Yunyou to go up.

Yun You was a little disgusted: "The two old men ride bicycles, don't you get tired of crooked?"

"No, don't you think it's very romantic?" Ling Xiaoxing said, playing the crisp bell of the bicycle, "Spring, cherry blossoms, bicycle and you."

These images landed in Yunyou's ears, strangely familiar, but this feeling was fleeting, and slipped away before he could grasp the aftertaste.

Yun You was sitting in the back seat, Ling Xiaoxing stepped up and said, "Are you seated? Let's go!"

The 17-year-old Ling Xiaoxing is younger than the 21-year-old Ling Xiaoxing, but he is more energetic, with wanton laughter and romance.

Yunyou thinks of the 21-year-old Ling Xiaoxing who is more indifferent and introverted, and he is a little reluctant to think about what caused his change, but he has to admit that he is to blame.

More memories sprung up with the appearance of Ling Xiaoxing. He remembered that he and Ling Xiaoxing met on the Internet. In the college, Ling Xiaoxing was forced very hard, but Ling Xiaoxing wanted to follow fashion and didn't want to learn classics, and now that he knew Yunyou, he didn't even want to go abroad.It just so happened that City S and Yanjing City were not far away, and Ling Xiaoxing didn't go to school anymore, so he packed his card bag and ran away from home, and immediately bought a plane ticket and flew over.

After Ling Xiaoxing came here, he bought a bicycle and rode it around all day long. When Yunyou was free, he took him to the musical instrument store to rub the piano under the guise of buying a piano.

Much of Yunyou's knowledge of music theory was taught to him by Ling Xiaoxing, plus Yunyou's astonishing talent is not inferior to Ling Xiaoxing's, and after learning in a mess, he was able to keep up with Ling Xiaoxing's progress.

Memories are like a plant, you don't know how well-developed the root system is under the soil until you pull it up, Yunyou is still immersed in the memory, a whistle attracts his attention.

"What are you blowing about?" Yun You asked.

"I made up a random piece of music." Ling Xiaoxing said a little embarrassedly, "Blow it out when you think of it."

After a pause, Yunyou also hummed a melody softly, continuing the endless improvisation of Lingxiaoxing, drifting quietly in the dusk with the evening wind and the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

After a long time, Ling Xiaoxing said softly, "It's really nice."

"You can give it a name." Yunyou said.

"Well, let me think about it." Ling Xiaoxing said.

As we got closer to the musical instrument shop, we could see the sign of the musical instrument shop lit up.

Not long after arriving at the destination, Ling Xiaoxing did not press the brake, but spread his legs to slow down manually. He put his legs on the ground and said, "I thought about it."

"what?"

Ling Xiaoxing turned his head to look at him in the back seat, his eyes reflected the colorful lights of the billboard, "This song, let's call it "April Sakura and Young You"."