you were a boy

two

When Song Yu returned home, he didn't have time to eat, so he started to sort out his lucky money.Song Yu's parents are relatively democratic, and they will not just take the children's money during the Chinese New Year.But even so, all his belongings are only more than 800 yuan, and if all the money in the change box is taken out, it is only more than 1000 yuan, which is far from [-] yuan.

What to do, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep.I dare not tell my parents about being bullied and fighting at school.

That night Song Yu tossed and turned on the bed with melancholy, and finally fell asleep.

The next day, Sun Yuanjun finished his physical education class, played a hearty basketball game, and came to the classroom sweating profusely. When he was about to change his clothes, he saw a small box containing gifts on the desk.At that time, he subconsciously thought it was love letters and gifts from girls, because even he himself knew that he was quite popular in school.With good academic performance and good looks, there are naturally many girls who like him.

Sitting at the same table, Li Si saw that he was not interested in opening it, so he reached out to help him open it.

As soon as I opened it, I started screaming: "Wow, Sun Yuanjun, you are rich. Which rich woman wants to support you?"

Sun Yuanjun just finished changing his clothes, so he snatched the box and took a look. There were eight new one-hundred bills in it, and some ten, twenty, and one dollar change. There was a note under the money, and he was puzzled Dao, is it really a love letter? After reading the "love letter", Sun Yuanjun laughed.

"This is all my pocket money. The total is 150 yuan. I don't know how much it will cost to buy a new guitar? I will pay it back as soon as possible, but it may take a while. ——Song Yu."

Seeing the name Song Yu, Sun Yuanjun wanted to laugh inexplicably, that little fool with a round face and a cute face.

During the eighth class break in the afternoon, Song Yu took out another small lunch box as usual, which contained cookies made by his mother.Then I ate it with relish.Seeing that he was eating so deliciously, others asked him if he hadn't eaten at noon.But not only did he eat at noon, but it was probably enough for two people.But compared to his peers, he is really thin and small.

At the beginning, Chen Yan still ate snacks with him, but later he found that Song Yu was still as thin as ever, and as a 13-year-old boy, he was about to have a belly, so whenever he added another meal, he automatically Stay away from temptation.

Song Yu's mouth bulged when he ate, and his mouth moved very fast, like a little rabbit gnawing on carrots.He was eating as usual today, paying special attention to eating, and he didn't realize the commotion in the class caused by the arrival of a certain campus figure.And someone outside the window was leaning on the railing, hugging his shoulders, and had been staring at him for a long time.

Sun Yuanjun was thinking, oh my god, how can someone eat so happily?You can see his love for food from the bottom of his heart.

Those eyes that are focused and dedicated, those pink lips that chew quickly like a bunny, why in this world can someone eat so wonderfully?

Sun Yuanjun sat next to Song Yu. He always thought that the function of food was to satisfy his hunger. This was the first time he had such a strong interest in food. He was a little curious about what kind of biscuit he was eating.

"Sun Yuanjun? Why are you here? Did you see the money I gave you?" Song Yu was obviously surprised when he found the people around him, but he still didn't stop talking.

"Well, I'm here to pay this back." Sun Yuanjun pushed the box containing the money to him.

"Why? If it's not enough, I'll pay it back slowly."

"Actually, that guitar is not worth much. It was Li Si who was teasing you that day. Besides, I wanted to change it a long time ago." While speaking, Sun Yuan approached Song Yu regardless of the eyes of other students in the class. , he noticed that Song Yu's eyes were very big, and the shiny pupils were jet-black like a ripe purple grape, and asked, "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

"No, no." Being too close, Song Yu inexplicably felt his breathing tightened, and he couldn't even speak smoothly.

"What are you eating?"

"Butter cookies. My mom made them."

Sun Yuanjun also found it very strange, he has always been a person who doesn't like sweets, but today he has developed a strong interest in that biscuit.He picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.