Read Ba Zong's novels and was caught by a bamboo horse

Xiao Yu gently hugged Song Yi, tiptoed to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The end of Song Yi's eyes was flushed, and he looked very charming. Xiao Yu looked into his eyes, his heart trembled, and then he took his hand and said in a childish voice: "Brother, where do you live?" Where, can I find you later?"

"I live in Nanyuan, of course you can come to me, I will also look for you in the future." Song Yi said hoarsely, reaching out to touch Xiaoyu's soft hair, he is really a cute child.

That summer, the sky was clear and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The sun scorched the ground scorching hot, and a gust of southerly wind blew up a wave of heat from the ground, burning and suffocating.

Under the sun, two figures rely on each other.

in the room.

"Brother, what book are you reading?"

Song Yi didn't answer him, just looked at the book in his hand, flipped through a few pages and put it down.

Xiaoyu glanced cautiously, saw the domineering president's novel in Song Yi's hand, and silently wrote down his favorite genre.

Song Yi looked at these books and thought to himself, they are really for little girls, they are not realistic at all, if it wasn't for the cousin who came to play at home and left them at home, he probably wouldn't have even glanced at them.

Seeing him put down the book, Xiaoyu propped his face and whispered, "Brother, my birthday is next month!"

"Would you like something for your birthday?"

"Brother just stay with me, I don't want gifts." Xiaoyu said solemnly, his tone was firm.

Song Yi raised his eyes to look at Xiaoyu, met his clear eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded, "Okay."

The singing of cicadas is swallowed by time, and the sun is not so dazzling.

Song Yi felt that time passed quickly, probably because there was always a little guy who came to him and brought him a lot of happiness during this period.

On the appointed day, he took out the bundle of dogtail grass that he had prepared from the cabinet, and carefully tied a bowknot on it.

Looking at the gift for Xiaoyu, Song Yi smiled contentedly at the thought of Xiaoyurou's pouty little face being happy.

After the appointed time, Xiaoyu still didn't come, Song Yi sat on the bed and waited patiently, the little one must have been delayed by something, he will definitely come.

The summer sun is about to end, but the little fish is still missing, Song Yi grabs the tiny fluff on the dogtail grass, he should go out and look for him, maybe he will wait at home.

Under the huge banyan tree, old people enjoying the cool air and children playing, a rubber band and a string of nursery rhymes are just a variety of small games. Full, the time is very long.

Song Yi still remembers that day when he came back tremblingly holding the dog's tail grass, his adoptive father said with a bitter face in his mind: "His biological father took him away."

Xiaoyu just left without making a sound, Song Yi didn't have time to wave his hand or say goodbye.

"Ah—" Song Yi yelled at the lake while clutching the dog's tail grass, as if he wanted to shout out all the resentment and sorrow of these years.

More still reluctant.

How sad that the same person who pulled you out of the mud pushed you back.

Decadently spent day after day.People are also getting thinner.

Song Yi's father called him countless times. He wiped his tear-stained eyes, turned off the phone, and hid under the blanket.

There was a rustling knock on the door, not heavy, but very rhythmic, the heavy voice broke the unique tranquility, "Song Yi, can you open the door for Dad?"

Song Yi hid under the quilt and remained motionless.

"Song Yi, open the door, please? Dad is very worried about you." Song Guohui knocked on the door anxiously. Seeing that Song Yi didn't respond, he also had a soft-spoken personality, so he added: "Open the door, Dad promises you One condition."

After being silent for a long time, there was finally movement inside the door. Song Yi walked to the door barefoot, unlocked it, turned around and hid under the quilt again.

Seeing his son's listless state, Song Guohui wanted to slap himself twice, blaming himself for not educating him well and not giving him the love that every family should have.

The room was dim and dark, as if shrouded in a layer of gray haze. It seemed that there was no popularity at all. Before Song Guohui could speak, the person in the bed moved and said hoarsely, "Is any condition acceptable?"

"As long as it's not too much, it's fine."

Hearing Song Guohui say this, Song Yi's heart was filled with ashes, and he seemed to see a glimmer of light. He swallowed his dry throat, and blurted out: "I want him back."

Song Yi didn't expect that after so many days, the first thing he thought of was the cute little face in his memory.

He wanted to see him, very much, very much.

But does Xiaoyu really want to see himself?Song Yi asked this sentence in his heart a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...but he didn't even know the answer.

Song Guohui didn't know he was talking about Xiaoyu, so he asked, "Do you want Mommy to come back?"

Song Yi remained silent and didn't speak. It was good to see his mother, at least he wouldn't be as unhappy as he is now.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Guohui thought it was acquiescing, and then said: "Yes, but I also have one condition. I will allow you to go to the United States after graduation."

Mother is someone Song Guohui has been reluctant to mention in front of Song Yi. This time, he should have made a lot of psychological preparations for Song Yi to give in.

Song Yi answered in a low voice under the quilt, followed by an endless silence. The father and son were separated by a wall, which could be crossed obviously, but no one was willing to leave first.

Song Guohui looked at Song Yi silently, and calmly wiped away the crystals from the corners of his eyes.

"Dad still has a meeting, remember to eat, don't stop answering the phone." Song Guohui walked out after finishing speaking.

Song Yi squeezed his head out of the quilt when he heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Only her mother is left to support her life, but Xiaoyu doesn't know where in the world she is, without a trace.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through the gap, and people who are tossed around in the world are driven by time to run. The faster and faster pace of life makes the soul have no space to rest. Unconsciously, those scattered old things, one thing and one person, some things , then slowly faded behind the lintel of a certain time, and was forgotten by people.

Silently took away so many memories, the old time, like the wind, was lost on the way of coming and going, bit by bit, like a galaxy of stars, hidden behind the time, just touch it gently , Just like flying catkins and snow, overflowing every sleepless night.

Early the next morning, Song Yi came to school with a sad face.

"Master, why is your complexion so bad? Oh my God, look at the dark circles under your eyes, tsk tsk tsk." Wang Yuan looked at Song Yi's long and narrow eyes with a layer of blue and black, shook his head, and looked at Song Yi again. The culprit next to him smiled meanly, leaned into Song Yi's ear and asked, "Did we talk about something ulterior last night, hehehe."

With a cold face, Song Yi slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yuan. The coldness in his eyes made Wang Yuan shiver in fright. He said in a hoarse voice, "I advise you to have good eyesight, I want to die. ?”

"Hey, the little one is back." Wang Yuan laughed, turned back to his seat, took a pack of tissues from the drawer, pulled one out, and wiped his cold sweat. The radiator was both cold and hot. .

Lin Yu stared straight at Song Yi with those beautiful eyes sideways, "Didn't you say good night yesterday? Why did you look like you didn't sleep all night?"

Song Yi turned his head mechanically, trying to hide the loneliness in his eyes, but was caught by Lin Yu.

"Have something on your mind?" Lin Yu didn't want to beat around the bush, it might be good for both him and Song Yi to say it directly.

Song Yi swallowed dryly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and was about to speak, but turned his head when he was startled by the movement outside the door.

A few girls outside the door were booing, pushing a girl with short hair and a round face to enter the door. The girl was too shy to enter, holding a pink envelope in her hand.

Don't even think about it, it's just a love letter.

There were too many people watching the excitement inside and outside the class, and they encouraged the girl with howling ghosts and howling. The girl was already shy, and she blushed because of these people.

Li Wen is a good student who loves to study. It can be seen from the thick black-rimmed glasses he wears. He sits in the first row, listens carefully to the class every day, and actively answers questions. Watching these people make such a fuss.

He pushed away the booing crowd and walked in front of the girl. Everyone who watched the show thought that Li Wen was the girl's crush.

"Yo yo yo! Together together!", headed by Wang Yuan, everyone began to shout rhythmically in unison.

Song Yi and Lin Yu sat in their seats to watch the play.

"Who do you think the love letter is for?" Because of the loud noises around, Lin Yu leaned into Song Yi's ear and asked softly. The warm wind blew over the back of Song Yi's neck, and a numb feeling came over him. .

Song Yiqiang suppressed the throbbing in his heart, without changing his face and heartbeat, and said flatly: "Isn't it for the monitor? It's so obvious."

Lin Yu smiled inexplicably, then turned and continued to look at them.

The crowd was still booing. The girl glanced around but didn't see the person who wanted to deliver the letter. She saw the monitor of their class coming and handed the letter to him.

The booing became louder and louder. Li Wen looked at her strangely, but what he studied was physics calculations and molecular structures. He hadn't learned how to speak to girls yet. His tightly closed lips slowly opened, but the girl said Words stopped.

"Please send it to Song Yi in your class, thank you." The girl said with a blushing voice, although the voice was very small, it still reached Li Wen's ears.

It is conceivable that the scene was very embarrassing for a time, but Li Wen was a science student, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

The crowd dispersed, and there were still people in the class who were shouting. Li Wen ignored it, walked up to Song Yi, put the letter on his desk, and said, "The girl just gave it to you."

After finishing speaking, she was about to return to her seat. After walking a few steps, she turned back, pushed her black-rimmed glasses, and said, "It's not good to fall in love at school."

Song Yi looked at his back inexplicably, and then at the pink love letter on the table.

What age is this and you still send love letters?

[The author has something to say: Song Yi: I always feel like someone I knew before

Lin Yu: No!I am oblivious!

Small sugar:

Lin Yu: What's the matter with the dark circles under the eyes?

Song Yi: It's all you!I miss you so much!woo woo woo~

Lin Yu: Baby, don't cry, okay?

Song Yi: kiss here (point to mouth)

Lin Yu: Really?Is it really possible?

Song Yi: Fake... um~ oh~ (Lin Yu pounces on it)

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