his little candy

The college entrance examination is over.

With a high score of 702, Song Guo was admitted to the Department of Literature of Peking University.

On the first day of registration, Song's mother and Song's father accompanied them to Kyoto.Father Song drove for a day, and finally arrived at the school that thousands of students dreamed of from Jiangcheng.

Song's father had been preparing for Song Guo's registration half a month in advance. He had already booked a hotel and checked in at the hotel first.The next day, I arrived at school early to sign up.

First went to find the dormitory, then applied for the dormitory card, registered the student information, bought the necessary daily necessities, and finished a series of things. Song's father and mother were so tired that they couldn't stand up straight. Song Guo also bid farewell to her parents and returned to the Make the bed.

The dormitory is for four people, and three people came, and there was one left.

Song Guo was the first to enter the dormitory, and had already checked the number on the bed.He probably glanced at the names above.There is a familiar one, which keeps dangling in his mind, is pressed down by him, and pops up again.The roommates are from all over the world, one from the north, one from the east, and him from the northwest, making up a table of mahjong.

After packing up, everyone started chatting.

Roommate A in the north glanced at the number of the remaining beds, and said cheerfully: "Hey, Han Che, this name sounds pretty clean, and it should be the same type as you, Comrade Song Guo."

Dongfang's roommate B still had an accent from Anhui, and his voice was low, "I didn't see Han Che's name on the registration list, so I guess he's from another school." He asked again, "Song Guo, what do you think?" Do you know me?"

Song Guo shook her head, and the roommates stopped asking.

Roommate B whispered in Roommate A's ear: "This classmate doesn't like to talk."

Roommate A nodded.

Song Guo made the bed, bought curtains and hung it up, glanced at the bed where he was going to bed, and then looked away lightly, walked around the campus several times, and went to bed now, so tired that he wanted to squint his eyes first.

after waking up.

Song Guo asked about the bathroom, carrying a basket, filled with simple toiletries, and headed towards the school's big bathroom.

There is an independent bathroom in the four-person bedroom, but some classmates are using the bathroom, so Song Guo can only go to the bathroom.

There were not many people at this time, Song Guo went in and only saw a few people.

It was probably close to closing time, and it was already ten o'clock when Song Guo came out.

The large bathhouses in the north have no door panels, and even if there are partitions, they can't cover anything.When Song Guo saw the classmates who were undressed, she also took off her coat.However, he still walked in wearing a small underwear. When passing by, the classmates in front gave him a strange look.

Song Guo searched for the innermost compartment, quickly removed the inner compartment, and began to clean.

While taking a shower, a call came from an unfamiliar number. Song Guo just applied foam, rinsed his hands briefly, and answered.

"Hey."

"who is it?"

"Hello?"

There was no sound on the phone, and Song Guo looked at an unfamiliar number again, so she simply hung up and continued to take a shower.

It took Song Guo less than 10 minutes. After taking a shower, when she came out, the warm air was blowing towards her body again, and the freshly washed body began to sweat again.

Song Guo suddenly became a little worried about the upcoming military training. After all, he still remembered the hardships during the high school military training.

Song Guo walked along boredly, first bought a bottle of hand sanitizer at the canteen, paid for it, walked down the stairs, and walked around the small building, and saw two figures embracing and kissing heartily in the dormitory downstairs of Building B. Song Guo's dormitory building is at the back, and he has to pass by here.

Song Guo was still stunned. University was indeed different from high school. When walking by, she suddenly saw the face of one of them.

Lin Cuo.

Song Guo subconsciously looked at the other person, whose profile looked very much like Han Che's, but under the light, the man's height was about the same as Lin Cuo's, and Han Che was a head taller than Lin Cuo's.

Song Guo's throat rolled, as if he couldn't digest this fact, he looked carefully again. At this time, the two also noticed it, and Lin Cuo and the man also looked over at the same time.

Lin Cuo didn't respond when he saw Song Guo, but said calmly, "Song Guo."

This time, the man also raised his head and looked at Song Guo. Song Guo's throat tightened suddenly, and Song Guo's heart trembled when he saw the man's front clearly.

not him!

Not Ache!

The man's side profile was so similar to Han Che's that Song Guo saw Han Che twice, but from the front, the man's eyes were slightly gloomy, but Han Che's eyes were always warm.

"Who is this?" the man asked Lin Cuo.

Lin Cuo glanced at Song Guo, who was staring blankly, "A friend." Then he looked at the basket Song Guo was carrying and his undried hair, and asked Song Guo, "Going to take a bath? How is the environment in the bathhouse?"

"Ah?" Song Guo didn't expect Lin Cuo to chat with him in such a flat tone. After a pause, he said, "Fortunately, it's very clean and the water flow is strong."

"Is there a curtain?"

"No."

"That would be inconvenient."

Song Guo was at a loss: "What's the inconvenience?"

Lin Cuo smiled, and rubbed against the man behind him, "Why are you so innocent, of course it's that kind of thing."

Lin Cuo grabbed the man's shoulder, blinked at Song Guo and said, "Goodbye, we still have something to do."

Song Guo froze for a moment, waved and said, "Goodbye."

After Lin Cuo and the man left, Song Guo walked back to the dormitory in a daze.

Lin Cuo sent the man home.

In a small alley in Kyoto.

Get out of the car.

Lin Cuo's expression was very indifferent, and when the man leaned over and said goodbye angrily, he dodged and even pushed him.

"Okay, don't look for me again."

Lin Cuo hailed a taxi and got into the car directly. Before the man could react, he grabbed Lin Cuo who had just got into the car.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Cuo said speechlessly, "I don't understand what you mean by not wanting to play anymore?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "Because of that little Naimeng just now?"

Lin Cuo seemed to have been stepped on his tail, and suddenly his hair exploded, and he sneered: "Little Naimeng! Heh! Do you men like this tune?"

The man smiled and said, "I'm different. I like flirtatious people like you."

"roll!"

The expression on Lin Cuo's face is not very good, the man can also see it

"Hey, two little comrades, do you want to get in the car?" The driver couldn't take it anymore, so he turned around and said to the two of them, "Do you want to get tired and go home?"

The man dragged Lincuo off, and the taxi had to drive away, and Lincuo was dragged to a nearby streetlight.

Lin Cuo suddenly laughed, patted the man's face, turned his face to the side, his eyes were extremely lingering, "Didn't you always want to know why I chose you?"

"Did you see that one just now? That's the carefulness of the person you replaced. Your face looks very much like him in profile, but it's not him after all." At the end of the speech, the shallow arc of Lin Cuo's lips gradually straightened , the light in his eyes was even faintly dim.

Lin Cuo suddenly turned around and left, but the man grabbed his wrist and stuck it up from behind, "So what?" In the dim light, one hand wrapped around his waist, pressed it under his body, and sneered: "Yes. With me as a substitute, don't you still get hard?"

Lin Cuo suddenly felt disgusted, turned around irritably, glanced at the man, raised his lips, and when the man thought he was going to kiss him, he suddenly punched him in the stomach, the man's face changed, "uh" dull In pain, I sat on the ground clutching my stomach.

"Little fairy, you have such great strength!" The man squinted his eyes, looked up at Lin Cuo, and was about to pounce on Lin Cuo, but Lin Cuo shrewdly blocked him, and kicked him again, wanting to die When he reached the man's face, but when he saw the side face, he shifted his foot and kicked his arm directly. The painful man almost thought that his arm had been removed.

Lin Cuo looked at the man lying on the ground and spat.

"Damn it, when I play mud with Ah Che, I will beat people up. How dare you come up and try."

After the words fell, I realized that someone's name was said belatedly. I didn't notice it, and I didn't mention it, but I still couldn't forget it.

Lin Cuo put his hands lazily in his pockets, turned around and left, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know who he was laughing at.

Sudden.

Lin Cuo stopped when he walked into the alley.

In the quiet alley, a figure was projected on the wall like an engraving.

Lin Cuo paused, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the half-illuminated half-face.

The man held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out the clouds, feeling a little depressed.

With the dark background, it really looks like a black and white shadow painting.

He remembered.

This man is "his" friend, what's his name...

Jiang Qiuchi.

Lin Cuo felt that he might be obsessed with ghosts.

Unexpectedly, he strode over.

As he approached, the shadow also emerged, exposing his entire face.

Lin Cuo's tone was very light: "How long have you been watching?"

The man didn't respond at all, and didn't even give him his eyes. His eyes were lowered, and they kept falling on the cigarette butt that was about to burn out at the corner of his lips.

It seemed that the cigarettes he smoked were more attractive than those of Lin Cuolai.

Lin Cuo felt that he was stunned, and he took a gamble, dawdling here with a half-stranger, the key is...they still like to ignore them.

Lin Cuo snorted coldly, glanced at the cigarette butt, and raised his eyebrows.

Yuxi.

so poor!

It was late at night, and the atmosphere was also deeply stagnant.

Lin Cuo seemed to be competing with someone, he took out the cigarette from the man's lips and put it in his mouth,

At this moment, the man finally looked up at him.

That look.

impartial.

Not lukewarm.

Lin Cuo took a puff provocatively, and blew out a smoke ring at the man.

Suddenly.

Lin Cuo smiled abruptly again.

In the days when someone left, he actually learned to smoke, and he was able to spit out circles of smoke, like the Monkey King doing somersaults, so beautiful.

Lin Cuo suddenly felt that the smoke in his mouth tasted very good.

The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a pure and extreme smile.

As everyone knows, it is this childlike smile that makes the person in front of him fascinated.

The emotion on the face is fleeting.

"No, it's boring."

Lin Cuo stuffed the remaining few puffs of cigarettes into the man's mouth, turned around and left.

A one-man show, he doesn't want to sing anymore.

I'm so tired.

The corners of his eyes couldn't get rid of the deep tiredness. When he turned around, his arm was suddenly pulled, and Lin Cuo was firmly pressed against the wall.

He moved, and his arm was almost broken just now.

He raised his head, "Fuck, what are you crazy about!"

While the word "crazy" was still on the lips, the man's lips fell down, tightly covering him.

Kyoto.

Clear Water Manor.

Gu Zheng made several phone calls, but Han Che never answered.

He spat out the betel nut in his mouth, and said to Jiang Tu who was in the driver's seat, "God Han must have lost his love so much that he died in love."

Jiang Tu glanced at him: "Go up and have a look."

Jiang Tu parked the car, went upstairs with Gu Zheng, searched around but couldn't find anyone, until in the underground wine cellar, he found Han Che, who was lying on the ground holding a wine bottle and was so scruffy that he didn't look like a human being.

Gu Zheng touched his forehead and shouted: "Fuck, pick up the corpse."