Get your pheromones

It was already mid-afternoon when Rong Shiyi returned to school.

He walked slowly in the campus, and saw someone standing on the roof from a distance, so he didn't go back to the classroom, and went directly to the top floor.

When he arrived, Song Ci was smoking while leaning on the railing of the roof.

Rong Shiyi glanced at the ground, seeing cigarette butts all over the place.

"I'll go,? You don't want your lungs anymore?"

Song Ci didn't notice that he was coming, so he looked back,? Then he put out the half cigarette in his hand and asked:

"Is Meng Zhiqu alright?"

"He's fine."

Rong Shiyi went to the side and took a broom to sweep away all the cigarette butts, like a caring old father,? Doing a good job of dealing with the aftermath of his dog:

"Don't be discovered by Lao Wang, I'll deal with you later."

"fine."

"Come on, you, look at this place,? I have a box, there is nothing you can't think about."

Song Ci sighed:

"I'm broken in love."

"... Huh?" Rong Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and asked silly:

"Broken love? When did you ever fall in love?"

Song Ci smiled, and looked up at the bell tower on the top of the opposite building:

"It's just a secret love that ends without a disease."

"Are you still in love?"

Rong Shiyi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable:

"Why are you secretly in love? Why are you still cowardly? You hit a straight ball, just go for it if you like it, don't mess with those who have nothing."

"I said so."

"Huh? Rejected?"

This is what Rong Shiyi did not expect:

"Then you, chase after it?"

"Not too good." Song Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at him, and asked:

"If it's your good friend who confesses to you, and you are rejected but still pursues you, won't you feel a little troubled?"

"That's true."

"Then do you think, if that person is rejected by you, can you continue to be friends with him?"

"It depends on the situation." Rong Shiyi thought about it carefully:

"If it's like Yuzu before,? I haven't met a few times, then you can be a good friend if you open it up. If you have a good relationship before, then forget it. I don't mean that to him, so I'd better not do it. It will cause people to misunderstand, and it is not good for anyone."

After finishing speaking, Rong Shiyi realized that his words might hurt Song Ci, so he comforted him awkwardly:

"It's okay, don't hang yourself on a tree, there will be better ones later."

"Thank you." Song Ci was amused by him, then as if he didn't want to continue this topic, after thinking about it, he asked:

"Where are you and Meng Zhiqu?"

"What happened to me and Meng Zhiqu?"

"High fit, I guess, the doctor will suggest you to temporarily mark him."

"That's a good guess." Rong Shiyi touched him with her arm:

"However, I declined."

"Huh?" Song Ci was a little surprised.

"I can't help you with everything. If something goes wrong, it will delay him. I made an agreement with his mother. If he still wants to stay in No. [-] Middle School, I will accompany him when he needs it during school. It's not easy for Xiaomeng, he didn't have any friends since he was a child, you can bully me, don't bully him like you bullied me."

"I'm not that bad, am I?"

"You're so bad."

"But Rong Rong, a high degree of compatibility means that the other party is the most suitable partner for you, and being together is good for both of you. Perhaps in this world, there is no one more suitable for you than Meng Zhiqu."

Song Ci said this very seriously, Rong Shiyi looked at him, suddenly feeling a little depressed:

"Is it suitable or not? Am I falling in love for the sake of being suitable? What about a high degree of compatibility? What I like is people, not pheromones. Even if the person I like in the future is a Beta without pheromones, I will still love him. Why do you all say the same thing, you really want me to be with Meng Zhiqu?"

Song Ci sighed:

"I hope you are happy, Rong Rong."

The sudden sensation made Rong Shiyi a little overwhelmed.

He tilted his head to look at Song Ci's side face. When this man lowered his eyes slightly, the sense of world-weariness on his body was stronger.

"You have to be happy too."

Rong Shiyi patted Song Ci on the shoulder.

During this period of time, he always felt that Song Ci seemed to be different from before.Although Rong Shiyi has never experienced the feeling of falling out of love, she knows that it is not a good feeling after thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Rong Shiyi touched Song Ci:

"Shall I take you somewhere tonight?"

"?"

Tonight is Jiangcheng's winter send-off event, which can be regarded as urban culture.People gather in the square in the south of the city, and there are stalls selling small things and snacks everywhere, which is a bit like a large temple fair.

For this reason, Rong Shiyi deliberately asked the convenience store owner for leave, and took Song Ci to the subway for an hour after school, and waited until dark before arriving at Chengnan Square.

When they arrived, there were already many people there.

Rong Shiyi followed him into the corridor at the entrance and asked:

"Have you been here before?"

"No."

"I think so too."

Rong Shiyi nodded:

"When I was young, I lost one of my favorite Autobots. My mother coaxed me. I couldn't coax me with anything, so I just cried. She couldn't help it. It happened that it was the winter festival, so she brought me here to play. .”

"This is Xiao Rong's source of happiness, and I will share it with you today."

"That is, the source of happiness for both of us?" Song Ci curled up his lips and looked at him with a smile.

"Well, ours!" Rong Shiyi patted him:

"gone!"

The two of them walked around the square to fill their stomachs first, then Rong Shiyi saw that the center of the square seemed very lively, so he insisted on pulling Song Ci to have a look.

As a result, I couldn't walk.

I don't know what event was going on there, many people were watching, but Rong Shiyi didn't pay attention to what event it was, his eyes were completely glued to the prize pool on one side.

In that prize pool, the one standing firmly in the center is a fully half-human Autobot model!

Song Ci noticed his expression and knew that he wanted it, so he took people to find the event staff.

The person in charge of registration was a young lady wearing a peaked cap. She handed Rong Shiyi a rule card:

"Our side is a tacit understanding game, two people in a team, want to try it?"

Rong Shiyi glanced briefly.

This game has three links, passing flour, the blind man carrying the lame, and two people with three legs.

He was very moved, and looked at Song Ci:

"Try?"

"Try it."

After the registration deadline, there were a total of ten groups participating in the game, and the group that reached the finish line first after three games won.

The first game was to pass flour, Rong Shiyi folded the cardboard and put it in his mouth.

He needs to pass the flour to Song Ci, and then Song Ci puts the flour in the small paper cup behind him, and he can go to the next level only after filling it.

Before starting, Rong Shiyi had already gone through his smooth movements when passing the flour in his mind, and based on his tacit understanding with Song Ci, he would definitely come out on top.

But good things are often just fantasy.

Rong Shiyi scooped up a big lump of cardboard in his mouth seriously, then stood up and passed it to Song Ci carefully. Then, he saw Song Ci's serious expression holding the cardboard in his mouth, more serious than he was doing the question, all of a sudden Let Rong Shiyi break the defense.

He rolled his eyes.

Song Ci felt that something was wrong.

In the next moment, the flour storm hit Song Ci's face with Rong Shiyi's laughter. Rong Shiyi couldn't bear it even more when he saw his face covered in flour, and a vicious circle ensued.

Song Ci's eyelashes were dyed white by him, he took off the cardboard from his mouth, pinched Rong Shiyi's chin and turned the person around, and blew on the flour on his cardboard.

White filled Rong Shiyi's sight.

This man is really bad.

So people's good game of spreading flour turned into two big white people spraying each other. When it was about to turn into a fight, someone from the onlookers kindly reminded:

"Two handsome guys! Stop playing! The next door to you is half assembled!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Rong Shiyi gestured to Song Ci to stop, and with his graying hair, began to play the game seriously.

But Rong Shiyi's smile was a little bit low, every time he passed the flour, half of it would fly away with laughter, and when Song Ci finally filled the paper cups, five groups had already entered the next level.

The next level is the blind man carrying the lame, Song Ci blindfolded, Rong Shiyi to guide the way.

This level was surprisingly smooth, Song Ci could always complete Rong Shiyi's instructions very accurately, so although they fell behind in the first level, they still entered the third level as No.2.

The third level is two people and three legs, but it is different from the traditional two and three legs. The springs prepared by the organizer are used to tie their ankles. It is a bit like the anti-lost bracelets used by children, but shorter than that.

Rong Shiyi put on the thing as quickly as possible, and ran away.

But his pace is different from Song Ci's. Although he ran very fast, he was pulled down by the spring after only a few steps. On the other hand, the father and son next to him, although the child is young, but the victory is steady, the two have a good relationship The tacit understanding had already run for a little while, and the little boy even turned his head and waved to Rong Shiyi.

"Goofy! Let's run slowly, I'll count one and let's step outside together!"

Rong Shiyi was ready to win. After this simple tactical deployment, the two quickly became familiar with the rules of the game.

The track was about 200 meters long, and halfway through, they caught up with the father and son next door.

They are tall and physically strong so they can run fast, and the little boy next to him is only seven or eight years old, and he can barely keep up with his father's footsteps.

Seeing this, his father simply picked up his son's collar and rushed forward desperately.

Rong Shiyi saw that the man was running fast with a child in his hand. In the blink of an eye, Rong Shiyi, who was driven by his competitive spirit, also thought of a brilliant idea.

"Dog, hug me!"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then the person next to him entangled him like a koala.

He curled the corners of his lips and brought him up:

"Hold tight!"

Rong Shiyi quickly answered the next sentence:

"Flight SC001 is ready to take off!"

"rush!!"

As a result, the two people with three legs were played by the two families as running with the ball, and the onlookers saw the two men holding their "children" respectively, and started the final sprint.

In the end, the two flour-covered teenagers crossed the finish line first.

There were cheers and applause all around.

Rong Shiyi jumped off Song Ci and swayed his shoulders, more excited than breaking the record in the sports meeting:

"Did we win? Did we win? Are the Autobots mine!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Rong Shiyi happily gave Song Ci another bear hug:

"You are amazing, dog!!!"

While shaking their heads, the flour on their hair flew all over the sky again, which was particularly conspicuous under the overhead lights.

Rong Shiyi took a closer look at Song Ci's face again. This person's eyebrows, eyelashes, and face were all covered with flour, which was really funny.

Rong Shiyi looked at it and laughed twice, then met Song Ci's eyes.

When he smiles, his eyes will also bend, and with that canine tooth, he looks like a vicious fox.But Song Fox's eyes were clear and bright, and Rong Shiyi could see himself in the reflection of his pupils.

He suddenly had an inexplicable idea.

He felt that in this atmosphere, it seemed that something should be done.

But the thought in his mind was interrupted by another person before he could catch it. The staff lady walked over holding the half-human-height model and handed it to Song Ci:

"Congratulations, you won No.1, do you want to take a photo?"

"Okay."

Song Ci pinched the back of Rong Shiyi's neck, and he came back to his senses, smiled and compared to the camera.

The young lady used Polaroid, and the photos were sent to them directly after they came out.

Rong Shiyi took it over, looked at the portrait above, and concluded:

"It would be more handsome if there was no flour on the head."

"really."

When the two were talking, the young lady had already walked towards the father and son just now. They won No.2, and the prize was a large reindeer doll.

But the little boy didn't seem to like that, he pouted his mouth, and stared at the Autobot model in Song Ci's arms with both eyes.

Rong Shiyi looked at him, then at the model, thought for a while, and asked:

"Can I give him the model?"

After all, this thing has more than half of the credit for Song Ci, so he still asked for Song Ci's consent first.

Song Ci originally won because Rong Shiyi wanted it, so of course there is no objection:

"It's yours, and it's up to you to deal with it."

Rong Shiyi nodded, and stopped the father and son just as they were about to leave.

The little boy was super happy holding the model that was taller than him. In exchange, he gave Rong Shiyi the reindeer doll that his father had won.

So in the end, Rong Shiyi, who had had a good time, hugged his big reindeer, and sat on a bench by the river with Song Ci to rest.

Song Ci fiddled with the reindeer's horns:

"Don't you like that model very much?"

"Well, but I'm past the age of being obsessed with it."

Rong Shiyi's hair was blown up by the night wind. Looking at the sparkling water on the river, he said with a smile:

"The first time I came here was because I lost a model Autobot. I still remember the feeling. I was about the same age as that little boy. He needed this more than I did. He couldn't let him feel as sorry as I did. "

When he spoke, Song Ci turned his head slightly and looked at him seriously.

After Rong Shiyi finished speaking, he suddenly nodded:

"Well, it makes sense. What about Rong Rong's childhood regrets?"

"It's been a long time since then, and it doesn't matter a long time ago."

"No, Xiao Song will supply you,"

After all, Song Ci took out a Autobot model from behind as if by magic.

This one is much smaller than the previous one, almost as long as the forearm, but the workmanship is much more delicate than that one.

Rong Shiyi's eyes lit up:

"When did you buy it?"

"When you stare at someone making candied haws."

Rong Shiyi froze for a moment.

He bought candied haws much earlier than he went to participate in the competition, so Song Ci remembered what he said before and prepared it long ago?

Rong Shiyi took the model, looked left and right, and finally lowered her eyes:

"thank you."

"Don't tell me thank you."

"Then I'll give you this."

Rong Shiyi stuffed him with the big reindeer in his arms.

Song Ci took it over and asked:

"Why is it always a reindeer for me? What a coincidence."

The prize of the previous cultural festival was a reindeer hand puppet, and now this big doll is also a reindeer, maybe he really has some indissoluble bond with the reindeer.

Rong Shiyi also noticed this problem, he nodded:

"Indeed, Xiao Lin told me a story about reindeer before."

"what?"

"Just say..."

Thinking about the content of that story, Rong Shiyi suddenly froze, and the smile stopped at the corner of her lips.

That story says that if you like someone, that person is different from others in your life.

For example, you are a sika deer, and there are only sika deer around you, until one day, your group broke into a reindeer.

Reindeer?

Rong Shiyi looked at the doll, and then raised his eyes to Song Ci.

Song Ci was still waiting for his next words, looking at him with bent eyes.

Unlike the bright lights in the square, the riverside is very dark, and the bustle and bustle are behind, as if thousands of miles away.

Rong Shiyi was quiet for a moment, and it seemed to be quiet for 1000 years. He just looked at Song Ci like that, until the wind picked up his hair and disturbed his sight.

"I forgot."

Rong Shiyi lied and turned her head guiltily.

His mind went blank.

Yes, reindeer?

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