boys' feelings are always poetry

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The end-of-semester parent meeting was arranged at six o'clock in the evening. This was a three-hour parent meeting. In addition to the essential links such as reading the school year rankings and blacklisting and criticizing by class teachers, there was also a particularly important link—— Department of Arts and Sciences.

Xinglin Park near Song Yu’s home started playing music at [-]:[-] p.m. There were several groups of square dancers in the park, who could be identified from the color of their clothes, blue, red, yellow… colorful.

There is a huge boulder standing at the gate of the park, with the four characters of Xinglin Park engraved in green paint on it. No one dances in the square at the gate, because there is a luxurious fountain in front of it, and many children are holding toys. Guns played around the shocking boulders and fountains, and there were also many vendors selling grilled fried chicken fillets and grilled squid at the door.

Song Yu found a small table with a good location, and invited Fang Zhihui and Lu Jixue to have a barbecue. Fan Buwei didn't come, he was too anxious, and he didn't know what he was anxious about when the parent-teacher meeting was held.

Fang Zhihui and Song Yu were okay, their short legs were huddled in the small folding table, not too wronged, but Lu Jixue's long legs were too wronged, they changed their positions at least three or four times when they sat down, barely nesting inside.

"Brother Song, you are too stingy. Taurus is well-deserved. Why don't you invite me and the monitor to eat seafood?"

"Do you think I look like seafood?" Song Yu's smiling expression really looked like a simple and honest sea creature - a charming old shark.

There were more and more people eating, and soon the surrounding seats were filled. The proprietress brought three small bottles of large white pears, each with a straw of a different color. unexpected.

"Brother Song, have you discussed with your mother whether to study literature or theory?"

Song Yu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to poke the protruding blue straw, and said unhurriedly, "Xuewen."

"What about the monitor?"

Lu Jixue directly pressed the straw to the bottom, put his index finger against the mouth of the bottle, and took a sip of the iced pear before slowly answering, "Xuewen."

"Wow!" Fang Zhihui couldn't help applauding enthusiastically, "I also study literature!"

Song Yu ordered a large plate of grilled skewered eggplant, grilled leeks and grilled squid. Fang Zhizhi swallowed his saliva. He has eaten at the roadside stalls here several times. The most impressive thing is grilled eggplant, garlic eggplant The taste deserves to be revisited several times. Although it is a roadside stall, it is still at the entrance of a noisy park.

Fang Zhizhi stretched out his chopsticks, picked up half of the roasted garlic eggplant, and asked Song Yu as if nothing had happened, "Brother Song, does your mother usually come to the park to dance in the square?"

"Of course." Song Yu picked up all the remaining roasted garlic eggplants, "I've watched her dancing before, and I can use two words to describe it."

"Which two words?"

"The shoes don't follow the feet, and the feet don't belong to me!"

232.

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui had a common language, they had to burst into laughter basically every 2 minutes, Lu Jixue was very awkward sitting next to Song Yu, and at the most embarrassing moment, Lu Jixue took a sip of the big white pear soda and made a gurgling sound.

"Uh..." Song Yu scratched his head, trying to find something to talk about, but Lu Jixue didn't like to play games or watch cartoons, he only loved to study, and read novels by President Wen?

"Squad leader, have you read any interesting novels recently?"

Reading novels?The monitor still reads novels?On the surface, Fang Zhihui was drinking noodle soup with a bowl in his hand, but he was actually listening with his ears closed.

"Looked."

"Tell me!" Song Yu immediately put on a posture of studying hard and making progress every day.

"I've been watching "A Boy's Feelings Are Always Wet" recently."

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"Really? Does it look good?"

"It's okay. The author said it was a story about two high school students. I read half of it and thought I was watching "Naughty Baozi Ma Xiaotiao", "Little Doudou by the Window", and "Legend of Panda Magic Bean"."

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Song Yu thought of his confiscated "Xi Huangtai Holding the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword" which was confiscated by Lu Jixue, and felt very distressed. What a beautiful book, it fell into Lu Jixue's hands, and there was no future for it.

Soon, the skewers on the table disappeared without a trace, mainly consumed by Fang Zhihui and Song Yu. Fang Zhihui explained for himself that sports students eat a lot. I'm used to eating it, but I can't stand it when I eat it, forgive me.

Song Yu looked at the bottom of Lu Jixue's pitiful noodle soup bowl, and ordered another bunch of roasted eggs with uneasy conscience, but the three of them shared one each.

The three of them were probably full, and they were going to take a walk around Xinglin Park.

Song Yu glanced on tiptoe, and there was an old man sitting on the ground not far away, surrounded by people standing around, Song Yu thought it was a trap game, and pulled Fang Zhihui and Lu Jixue over.

After walking three to five meters, the sharp-eyed classmate Song Yu found that the old man had written a few words on the ground with colored chalk. Song Yu saw two words in the gap between the crowd: omnipotent.

"Damn it!" Song Yu thought of the cult he saw on TV recently. The evil organization that practiced feudal superstition seemed to be called Almighty God.

Thinking of the old man's blurred eyes, Song Yu took out his mobile phone, and the other party Zhizhi and Lu Jixue said, "Take a picture and call the police!"

"Fuck! Call the police!" Fang Zhihui immediately took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the crowd in the distance.

"Let's stabilize the enemy first, pretend to be very interested, walk into the crowd to take pictures, and leave evidence before calling the police!"

"You're right. At this moment, I think Brother Song, you are two meters tall! No, you are three meters tall! The combat value is stronger than Xihuang Taiyi!"

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui followed Lu Jixue two steps at a time, squeezed into the crowd on the third floor and the third floor, and found that there were actually four large characters written on the ground: All-purpose glue.

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