Warm water cruising

Wen Yi only had one class on Friday morning. He ate lunch early and arrived at the broadcasting room before 12:30. He spent 5 minutes cleaning the broadcasting room. Looking at the time on his phone, there were still 5 minutes to 12 :30.

When Wen Yi's campus radio station recruited new students this year, only three people signed up. The teacher in charge of the radio station also said the situation. In University B, almost no one listened to the radio. For news, the teacher in charge met once when recruiting new students, and he went to the radio station no more than three times in a semester.The other two girls became perfunctory after their enthusiasm. At first, they would come to the radio station with food, but they were a few minutes late, and then they simply stopped coming.

Wen Yilei couldn't help going to the radio station every day. He was used to it. It turned out that when he was in high school, Wen Yi spent every day at the radio station at noon, playing his favorite songs, reading good articles he had read recently, and sometimes even by himself. After writing an article, he randomly made up a pseudonym to say he was the author, and recited it—these blatant little thoughts made people excited and nervous. This kind of feeling of almost talking to himself, Wen Yi enjoyed it for many years .

Before the second year of high school, Wen Yi and Lu Meng were not in the same class. After the class was divided, every student had to go on stage to introduce themselves. After class, Lu Meng came to Wen Yi and asked Wen Yi if he was the one who broadcast the radio at noon every day.Wen Yi jumped like a deer in an instant - in this school, unexpectedly, does anyone really listen to the radio?Can someone really recognize themselves by their own voice?

Yes, this was the moment that made Wen Yi fall in love with Lu Meng at first sight.

At 29:[-], the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang, Wen Yi turned off the alarm clock and regained consciousness.That's right, that was a long time ago, so long ago that those good impressions were almost fabricated out of thin air. Perhaps at that time, Lu Meng just asked casually, and his expression was not so kind. His shirt was not white. It must be bright, the sun is not right, it may even be on a cloudy day, who knows, time will lie, it will fabricate your memory into the most ideal state, and make you deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself.

"Good afternoon, this is the campus radio station of University B. I'm Wen Yi. Thank you for listening. I hope today is a happy day for you."

Wen Yi read a few pieces of news, the international situation, the fight against terrorism, and island disputes in the South China Sea.

Then the routine came to the song ordering session, read out the hotline of the broadcasting room, and invite classmates to call to order songs. Obviously there is no operator, and no one will call in at all, but Wen Yi doesn't even feel a little embarrassed.As always, no one called the hotline, so Wen Yi chose his favorite song and played it.

After the song was played, it was time for Wen Yi to think about it again. As soon as the semester started, Wen Yi added a segment to the noon broadcast every day, "One hundred small things with Mr. Y", all of which were ordinary Trivial things are not nutritious when studied deeply, but they are the part that Wen Yi is looking forward to the most. This part belongs only to him and his "Mr. Y". Happiness is lingering in it, and at the end, "One Hundred Songs for Mr. Y" will be sung a cappella.

"I saw Mr. Y in an economic magazine yesterday. I read the interview many times. In the end, the editor said that Mr. Y is super gentle. Well, I admit that he is very gentle on the surface, but Mr. Y is actually a dark belly I still hold grudges, I slapped him the first time I saw him, and he still tells me this trick from time to time, even though I avenged my kindness, but you said he is in his thirties, why? Just so petty."

After Wen Yi complained about Hua Yu, her tone softened again: "Yesterday Mr. Y saved me again from the clutches of the 'beast of first love'. Well, now I admit that Mr. Y is really gentle .So the song I want to sing to Mr. Y today is from the escape plan, "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky."

I pray for a transparent heart and tearful eyes.

Give me the courage to believe again, to embrace you beyond lies.

Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the dark night.

The brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to you.

The half-hour broadcast was over soon, just as Wen Yi turned off the broadcast, the phone rang, and the caller ID was "Lu Meng", and Wen Yi's blood was about to flow backwards - why is it you again, my first love beast.

Wen Yi walked out of the broadcasting room, locked the door, and then slid open the screen: "Hello, hello."

"Wen Xiaoyi, let's have lunch together!"

Wen Yi: "..."

Lu Meng: "I just heard it on the radio. The song is really beautiful, "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"."

Wen Yi was startled, and asked, "Have you listened to the radio?"

Lu Meng was a little embarrassed: "Uh, actually, I was playing basketball with Fu Xiyang just now. I heard you singing, and then I realized that we played basketball to invite you to have lunch after the broadcast. Haha, I almost put the cart before the horse. .”

Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Uh, thank you, but I still have class in the afternoon, so you can eat by yourself, I've eaten before."

But Lu Meng persevered: "After eating, can I eat some more? Fu Xiyang also wants to see you very much. The afternoon class will start at 02:30. I know you are a good baby. I will definitely let you back before 02:30."

Wen Yi couldn't think of rejecting Lu Meng's words for a moment, and fell silent again.

Wen Yi walked out of the complex building, and saw Lu Meng standing at the entrance of the complex building holding a mobile phone, and Fu Xiyang standing beside him.

Seeing Fu Xiyang, Wen Yi thought of Fu Xiyang sitting in the seat in front of him, and said to himself: "Wen Xiaopang, tell me that you like me, and express your love to me."

Wen Yi lowered his hands and did not hang up the phone. Lu Meng raised his hand holding the phone and said, "Hi!"

Fu Xiyang looked at Wen Yi, and also laughed: "Pang Wen! Sure enough, fat people are all potential stocks. You are too handsome now!"

There is no joy of being praised at all, yes, because they have all seen the self who is short and fat, wears glasses with thick lenses, and dare not even raise his eyes to meet people, no matter how glamorous he is now, In their eyes, he is also that Wen Yi.

Wen Yi raised his hand to hang up the phone that was still on the phone, without smiling: "Let's go, if I refuse again, won't I be too ignorant?"

Lu Meng turned his head and glared at Fu Xiyang, and said, "Don't call him 'Wen Xiaopang', how many times have I told you!"

Fu Xiyang hurriedly laughed: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, Wen Xiaoyi, it's okay—your Wen Xiaoyi." He said and cast a meaningful look at Lu Meng.

Wen Yi watched the two of them sing together, feeling a little heavy, and didn't even know what expression to put on.

Fu Xiyang led the way, Lu Meng and Wen Yi walked side by side, and whispered to Wen Yi, "Don't be angry, Fu Xiyang is just a bitch, he actually has no bad intentions."

Wen Yi nodded, but did not speak.

Does "hurting you" become "forgivable" because of "no bad intentions"?

What robber logic.

Walking out of University B, there are restaurants outside, Fu Xiyang asked Lu Meng, "What do you eat?"

Lu Meng also turned his head and asked Wen Yi, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Yi looked at Lu Meng, and replied, "Don't worry about me, I've already had lunch, so I'll just sit with you and eat what you want."

Fu Xiyang looked at the two of them, a little in disbelief: "Why don't you be so unfamiliar? Aren't you two really nice?"

Wen Yi was taken aback, very good?Me and Lu Meng?

Lu Meng quickly changed the subject, pointing across the road: "Then eat that Japanese restaurant?"

Fu Xiyang nodded: "It's amazing, Lu Meng, you pointed out the most famous family in our street."

Lu Meng smiled: "Really? I'm very lucky, and I can always choose the 'best' one."

That's right, so you didn't choose me back then.

The three of them wanted to cross the road, but to cross the zebra crossing, they had to go to the front and then turn back, so carefree Fu Xiyang said, just cross it.

Wen Yi was very bitter. Although he was the lead singer of a bohemian band, he never crossed the road. It was not because he obeyed the traffic rules, but because he was afraid of death.

Wen Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Fu Xiyang and Lu Meng across the road. Lu Meng thoughtfully stood in the direction the car came from, walked to the middle of the road, and then switched to the other side.

Fortunately, I crossed the road safely and entered the Japanese food store. It was past one o'clock. There were still so many people in the Japanese food store. It would be nice to have a seat. Naturally, there was no choice. Fu Xiyang sat on the side sensiblely. , Lu Meng and Wen Yi sat on the other side.

The dishes Lu Meng ordered were all Wen Yi's favorite dishes. Wen Yi didn't realize that his tastes were so similar to Lu Meng's.After ordering, Fu Xiyang asked Lv Meng: "Don't you not eat fish? You order so much seafood, yes, when you think about it carefully, don't you also eat sushi?"

Lu Meng glanced at Wen Yi and said, "But Wen Xiaoyi likes to eat."

Wen Yi felt a little helpless: "I've already had lunch, you don't have to worry about me."

Lu Meng was a little stubborn: "No, I just want to take care of you."

The author has something to say: my Yu: Just because you want to control my wife?