four o'clock

Once again, he politely asked the little girl blocking the door to make way for him, and only then did he successfully enter the class.

In the past few days, there were too many people at the door of the class, most of them were young girls, which directly caused the dean to wander here three times a day, and he couldn't sleep well.

The weather has been bad for the past few days, and it looks like it's about to hold back a big one.

At noon, he ran home against the cold wind, and the master who repaired the net was waiting at his door.

Wearing a big padded jacket, he stood in the snow smoking a cigarette, and when he saw him come back, he muttered a few words and followed him into the door.

His network was solved very well, but the plug was broken, and the master replaced him with a new one, which cost 50 yuan.

He sent the master out, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard his mobile phone beeping.

He picked it up in surprise and saw that there was news about Li Song in WeChat.

Li Song: "An Yu, what the hell is your real name?!"

Wen Yu sent:? ? ?

Wen Yu sent it up and flipped through the messages.

Last Saturday: "Yes."

This is what he replied after he called his brother last time.

The following is the news of these days.

Monday - "Are you serious about the address and phone number you gave me?"

Tuesday - "Are you kidding me?"

Wednesday--"??????"

Thursday - "Come back, I'm really mad."

The sentence just now was sent by him 10 minutes ago.

Wen Yuji was a little surprised, he hesitated, and typed: "My name is Wen Yuji, and you haven't asked me."

His online name is An Yu, and Li Song has always called him that. He didn't think there was any problem, so he didn't correct it.

Li Song replied in seconds, still his signature six full stops.

Wen Yuji didn't know what happened, but he felt a little guilty, so he typed and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Song ignored him.

He ate a piece of bread with boiling water and went back to school.

With the matter of Li Song in his heart, he didn't sleep well all afternoon.

Although he didn't sleep well, he didn't even know when school was over.

The lights were on in the class, and it was very quiet. He raised his head in a daze, and was startled by a silent figure in the front seat.

He dodged back and looked at the boy in the black coat in front of him, a little dazed.

Normally, anyone who wakes up and sees someone staring directly in front of you will feel dazed.

They were the only two in the class, with bright incandescent lamps turned on, and the materials on the desk were piled up too much, most of which were "fortresses" set up to avoid the teacher's sight, as did Wen Yu's post.

The boy was propping up the window sill with one hand, while holding his only pen in the other hand, resting it on his "fortress", looking at him with his beautiful eyes, Wen Yuji felt inexplicable, he didn't know know this person.

But this does not prevent him from thinking that he is very handsome. He is a kind of cold and aura handsome, with no expression on his face, extremely handsome features, smooth facial lines, narrow and long eyes, and eyeliner is longer than ordinary people , his eyes are dark, when he looks at people, he feels that this person is not easy to talk, his nose bridge is straight, his lips are thin, the middle is slightly upturned, and his lips are very beautiful.

He probably knew why those girls were always blocking the door.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, and he watched the handsome guy on the opposite side frown more and more deeply. Then he put down the pen in his hand, stepped forward to take off his glasses, and before he could react, twitched his hair Also picked up.

Wen Yu sent: "..."

Wen Yuji was a little annoyed, she hid back, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The person on the opposite side stared at him for a long time before opening his mouth, his tone was not very good: "I have been here for a week and asked many people if there is anyone named An Yu in this class."

Wen Yu sent: "!!!"

His eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the boy in shock.

The boy turned his head away to look at him, and said in a cold tone with some secret grievances: "No one knows you, so I went to the mailing address you gave me to find you, and it turned out that it was an uncle in his 50s."

Wen Yu sent: "..."

Finally, Li Song turned his head to look at him, Wen Yuzhi felt a little cautious in his dark eyes, and said, "I'm here, do you want it?"

The class was quiet, and the quartz clock on the blackboard, which had sent away countless batches of graduates, was ticking with old steps.

Wen Yuji raised his hand slowly, rubbed his eyes, then raised his head again.

He still feels like he is dreaming.

After a while, he looked at the handsome boy who was gradually frowning, tilted his head, and said with a smile, "Yes."

Then he saw that the boy who looked a bit indifferent curled his lips.

When the two of them went downstairs, it was snowing outside, and it was still the kind of heavy snow. Under the street lamps of the school, large flakes of snow fell like fluff, sprinkled all over the two of them one after another.

The temperature was very low, and the statue of Madame Curie in the school had a snot from the cold. Li Song looked up at the snow and said, "I have been here for a week, and I finally saw snow."

Wen Yuji stepped on his own shadow, and said slowly, "Does it look good?"

Li Song turned to look at him and said, "It looks good."

Wen Yu sent: "Then read more..."

After a pause, he raised his head and asked, "Are you living with me or..."

His words stopped, because he bumped into a pair of beautiful eyes, which reflected the snow and his own shadow, warm.

A piece of snow fell to the corner of his mouth, and turned into water droplets in an instant. He licked his lips, lowered his head again in embarrassment, and continued, "Or should I rent a house by myself?"

Li Song walked beside him, and said after two seconds: "I live with you, I didn't find you a few days ago, I live in the hotel across the street, it's freezing to death."

Wen Yu sent: "..."

The nearby hotels are generally empty, dirty and cold. Two days ago, I heard that the heating passage on that street was frozen. He probably lived in the severe cold for several days.

Wen Yu sent a little pity for him.

It was a little funny again.

He was already very familiar with Li Song on the Internet, and he just met someone unexpectedly, and he was a little uncomfortable, but now, when Li Song spoke in his familiar tone, he felt that the strangeness was slowly receding.

It's amazing, this is the first time he has a friend, and it feels good.

He accompanied Li Song to check out the room, the little girl who was dodging behind the counter looked at Li Song with some reluctance, and before the two of them left, they ran over to add him on WeChat, but Li Song didn't.

When he came out, the snow had fallen heavily, and the wheels of Li Song's suitcase got stuck, dragging a lot of snow in a short while, making it difficult for him to move, so he had to carry it.

When passing by the supermarket, Wen Yuji stopped and asked Li Song, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Li Song's face was disheveled, and he refused to say: "You said before that the food here is delicious, but I didn't think so at all. I ordered three meals in total. It's fine if the oil is heavy and the salt is heavy, and every time I eat it, my hair grows out." ...Is this a characteristic of your place?"

Wen Yuji was amused by him, and said, "I'll make it for you, what do you want to eat?"

Li Song looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said, "I want spicy food, it's too cold."

Wen Yu sent up the steps and said, "I'll buy something for you, and you've bought all the toiletries."

Li Song watched his back, and didn't step up until he pushed the door and turned to look at himself.

Li Song leaned on the shelf and looked at the boy who was putting things into the cart over there. He seemed to have a lot of experience in picking these things, and his purpose was very clear. The young boy had a strange kind of ability that could make him With a reassuring temperament, he was here waiting for him to take him home, and he unconsciously felt a little more secure and looking forward to it.

Before that, he didn't expect that An Yu... No, Wen Yuji would be so good-looking.

Just now in the class, when he lifted his hair and looked at him, his heart beat half a beat slower, a clean face, thin, probably too thin, revealing a delicate pointed chin, with a pair of cherry blossoms Eyes, probably just woke up, misty, delicate nose and slightly pouted rosy mouth, like a boy who came out of a cartoon.

But he covered himself up, big glasses, long hair that covered half of his face, he had been here for so long, he just didn't notice him.