boys' feelings are always poetry

233.

Song Yu's mother came back from No. [-] Middle School with a bag of duck products in her hand. She probably came back from the big vegetable market by detour. As soon as the duck products entered the house, Song Yu came out after smelling the smell. Although he had just finished eating roadside barbecue, but After hearing this, I suddenly felt hungry again.

"Mom, is my performance in school okay?" Song Yu asked tentatively, always keeping a safe distance from his mother so that everyone could live in peace.

"Let's do it." Song Yu's mother washed her hands, grabbed a large handful of beans from the refrigerator, soaked them in the sink, and planned to deal with some beans stewed noodles casually. You can make a little more and reward little Song Yu to taste taste.

"Where is Fang Zhihui?"

Speaking of Fang Zhihui, Song Yu's mother's face changed suddenly, and she stopped what she was doing, "That little Zhizhi! He was on the [-] blacklist. Although he is a sports student, it can't be too much. Parents will spend half of the time. They are all criticizing him, and your head teacher left his mother behind after the meeting, that batch of noses are not noses or eyes, I see his mother's face is ashen! Tsk tsk..."

"That's right! You can't go too far!" Song Yu hurriedly took out a big and round tomato from the refrigerator, washed it, cut it into several small pieces, sprinkled it with sugar, and handed it to his mother.

Soon, a plate of braised bean noodles with no color, fragrance or taste was served.

The weather in Huai City fluctuates from hot to cold. Sitting in the classroom of No. [-] Middle School, it was very hot at first, and my heart was stuffy. The back door of the class was wide open, and the wind was blowing through the classroom. The more I sat, the colder it became. I went home and sat at the dining table. , It started to get hot again, a fire burst out in my heart, I had to pick up a plastic fan and start fanning, and it happened to be broadcast on TV: Women should meditate when they are [-]!Song Yu was even more annoying watching it, so he quickly changed the channel to watch the handsome guy acting in the spy war drama, I am the sequel of Undercover - he is also undercover.

When the stewed noodles cooled down, Song Yu's mother picked up the noodles elegantly and ate them with a big mouthful, satisfying.

Just 5 minutes into the spy movie, the hero is suspected by the villain.

"There are some things, I don't think Mr. Lu needs to hide."

"Oh? What's the matter? I am absolutely devoted to Mr. Song, and I obey what I say. If there is anything dissatisfied about Mr. Song, we can talk about it. There is no need to hide like this and let outsiders see our jokes."

Song Yu's mother took a sip of the soup from the cold tomato plate, and commented: Bah!Master Song is a dog!

"..."

Song Yu sat on the edge of the sofa, chewing an apple, and asked nonchalantly, "Mom, have you filled out the form for arts and sciences? What does the form look like? You filled it out correctly, I remember when you applied for the exam in junior high school. Filled in my ID number wrong."

Song Yu's mother was immersed in the entanglement between the eyes of Mr. Lu and Mr. Song, and replied casually: "Fill it."

Mr. Lu on the TV was still speaking his lines, and he was talking so gaudyly that he almost confused the big villain.

The second male number finally came on the stage. He was Captain Fang of the action team who spent his days and nights collecting beauties. Captain Fang picked his teeth, raised his eyebrows, and smiled wickedly, "Master Song, this man is not a good guy!"

Song Yu thought to himself, if it wasn't for showing off the protagonist's intelligence and bravery, Captain Fang's IQ would live for 30 seconds, and he would shout: You are the King of Han!Then die immediately.

"Mom! You chose liberal arts, right?" Song Yu had urged me to choose texts and texts, and his mother should not make mistakes again, but if I didn't ask, I was very worried.

"What, I chose reason."

"what?"

234.

Song Yu sat on the sofa for 10 minutes and felt that his heart was dying.

"Mom! How can you choose the reason? Didn't you agree to choose the text?"

"The head teacher said that there are more choices of academic theories. What do you know, you little brat, you have a teacher who knows."

"..."

Song Yu went straight into the room, slammed the door, leaned against the white wall, squatted on the ground, and hugged the pink piglet, looking young, helpless and sad.

Adults are like this.

Song Yu told himself more than once that there is no absolute right or wrong in the adult world, and adults will not feel that they are absolutely wrong. The starting point and the result are clearly two different lines, but adults always confuse them and talk about it. , At the same time, freedom and hesitation are also two lines that always get mixed together.

Thinking of this, feeling wronged, Song Yu's tears fell down patteringly, and fell on the head of the piggy in his arms, wetting his skull.

Thinking about life, an hour passed, Song Yu put on his earphones and played Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus".

Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom.

Listening to the song, Song Yu's tears fell down again. At this time, he could only send text messages to Lu Jixue, delete and type, type and delete.

No matter what you think, he is like a love liar, love liar I ask you, where is your conscience?

Maybe in the fucking braised beans.

"It's over, my mother chose science."

As soon as this text message was sent, it was like disappearing into the sea, except for some small ripples, there was nothing.

"sorry."

Song Yu wiped his tears with the back of his hand. You must know that he didn't cry when he was beaten up by a gangster in the neighboring school in the fifth grade.

"Are you angry?" Song Yu looked at the words he sent with tears in his eyes, what the hell, of course he was angry, speechless, what kind of fool could ask such an idiotic question.

An hour passed, and Sung-woo leaned his head against the white wall, gradually losing his soul.

At this time, Song Yu's cell phone buzzed suddenly, and Lu Jixue's number was displayed on the screen.

"Are you angry?" Song Yu quickly asked after picking up the phone.

"You look downstairs."

Song Yu stood up holding Piggy, walked to the window, pressed his face against the glass and saw a familiar figure, Lu Jixue holding Piggy standing under the streetlight in the community.

"There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain! Little sister Song Yu, don't cry!"

Lu Jixue shouted very stupidly downstairs, and was immediately warned by the aunt on the fifth floor.

"Get lost! You're making me look at Mr. Lu and Mr. Song!"

Hearing this sentence, Song Yu laughed through tears.