boys' feelings are always poetry

43.

When packing his schoolbag after school, Song Yu told Fang Zhihui that he was going for a stroll in the commercial city and would not ride with him today. Fang Zhihui nodded, packed his schoolbag and carried it on his back, without noticing Song Yu's slight expression.

People who tell lies have some small tricks, such as Song Yu, who likes to pick his palms when lying, and stutters when speaking.

Song Yu took out his pocket and took out the wrinkled 30 yuan. He had one thing that had to be solved, it was very important.

Lu Jixue took off his glasses, felt much more comfortable, and packed his schoolbag slowly, guessing that this idiot Song Yu should come to him.

Don't worry, after Lu Jixue waited for all the students in Class [-] to leave, he unhurriedly locked the front and back doors of the Class [-] classroom.

Song Yu was waiting for him at the door of Class [-], holding crumpled RMB in one hand.

Lu Jixue touched the pocket of his coat and put on his glasses again. The situation seemed to be not optimistic, so be careful, be careful.

"Squad leader, thank you for inviting me to drink milk!" Song Yu's eyes are round and big, and the ends of the eyes are a little upturned. It should be that the eyelashes are too long and they were bent when they slept, leaving an upturned shadow. From this angle, I thought he had drawn thin eyeliner, so this boy is very strange, his hair is naturally curly as if he has been permed, and his eyelashes are too curved as if he had drawn eyeliner.

"Yeah." Lu Jixue nodded, and when he looked down, he caught sight of Song Yu's feet, which were not too big, so it could be seen that he would not grow much taller, and he was only of medium height, which was just right.

"Squad leader, I like to drink flavored milk like Golego. The imported concentrated strawberry juice you gave me is too high-end and not suitable for me. I'm just an ordinary person, and it's really not suitable for being superior. Thank you for recommending me new products! Money back!”

Song Yu finished speaking in one breath, fearing that Lu Jixue would be angry, he bowed respectfully, stuffed the money into Lu Jixue's pocket, turned around and ran away.

Why he speaks so fluently is the result of his five hundred drafts.

He thought about it, or he just said, you are too good, I don't deserve it.It seems a little too direct.

Or say with a sad face, you are a good person, but we are not suitable.Seems a bit too oily.

After thinking about it, Song Yu came up with this not-so-direct but understandable statement. With the monitor's ingenuity, Song Yu should be able to understand everything he wanted to express.

Lu Jixue pinched the 30 yuan in his pocket, seemingly calm as water, but in fact his heart was already rolling in the abyss.

I was rejected.

Lu Jixue pinched the RMB with increasing strength, and almost squeezed the banknotes out of the holes.

44.

Song Yu got on the first-line car and went to the commercial city to find his mother.

There are no people in the first-line bus at this point. Song Yu sat in the back, looking at the green plants around the city of Huai City, with complicated emotions. This kind of sadness of sitting on the bus with a bright 45 degrees, Song Yu bought the "Grey I saw a similar plot in Girl's Demon Knight.

He feels that he is a bit like that weak Cinderella now. In fairy tales, Cinderella can meet a prince and stay with her for a lifetime, but it is not necessarily the case in contemporary civilized society. Why is a fairy tale book called a fairy tale book, because it comforts people? , really written for the soul, really written for reality, it can be seen that reality is imperfect and bad.

Moreover, Song Yu couldn't figure out why the genius Xueshen likes him. Song Yu thinks that liking someone is very simple. It may be a certain turning around, a certain look, a certain smile, what does the monitor like about him Woolen cloth?Ordinary?Liking someone is based on status and conditions. Only status and no conditions can only be said to be impulsive. Simply put, he and Lu Jixue didn't say a few words at all. The monitor was either on a whim or deliberately teasing him.

The more Song Yu thought about it, the more he felt that he was doing the right thing.

Song Yu's parents divorced when he was in elementary school. For a while, Song Yu hated the word father so much that he would stare at those foolish fathers while walking on the street. , and he is a hater.

Thinking of the most secondary thing he has done is to leave a message to his son Gao Jiaming, if I die, the murderer who killed me will be my father.

Treat feelings with caution. It is best to analyze carefully for a few years before drawing conclusions.

Song Yu bought a vanilla ice cream at the entrance of the commercial city, and took the elevator to the third floor.

Song's mother was showing off how good the students of the No. [-] Middle School were, and her son came up wearing the No. [-] Middle School uniform.

"Xiao Song, the pressure of studying in No. [-] Middle School is quite high, right?" Aunt Li sent a greeting.

Song Yu nodded. In fact, the No. [-] Middle School is currently undergoing military training, so there is no pressure to study at all.

"Xiao Song, is the food in No. [-] Middle School's cafeteria delicious? I heard that No. [-] Middle School cooks are recruited from famous schools!"

Song Yu thought of the roast chicken, "It's delicious! Western food is better than scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but it's too expensive to afford."

Song's mother took out 200 yuan and stuffed it into Song Yu's pocket, "It's affordable, and I can eat whatever I want in the future."

Aunt Li conducted another round of questions.

"I heard that the No. [-] student in the senior high school entrance examination is in your class? My daughter heard about it in No. [-] Middle School. She looks so handsome!"

As the saying goes, the school grass in the first middle school is the flower in the second middle school, and the fried chicken in the third middle school is awesome.

Song Yu felt that the vanilla ice cream in his hand was hard to swallow.

"Hello Auntie, goodbye Auntie!"

Song Yu quickly fled the scene.