boys' feelings are always poetry

89.

Coincidentally, the ration at noon today is steamed dumplings stuffed with beef and carrots. Song Yu likes to eat them very much, because carrots and meat are put together, and the taste is a bit sweet, which is more delicious than beef stuffed with green onions.

The dessert is egg-flavored pudding, a small cup, and the packaging is pretty, in the shape of a shiny diamond.

Gao Jiaming scooped up the pudding with a plastic spoon and ate a few mouthfuls. When Lu Jixue went to wash his hands, he asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with each other?"

Song Yu blinked, "Uh...this..."

Gao Jiaming is a man who looks like Pan An, but is not smart. If he travels back to ancient times, he will definitely be fooled by various bosses, and he will be sold for 500 yuan. Offer 490 nine yuan, give me another one, and then be beaten by the boss in the next second.

"I saw you two holding hands." Gao Jiaming took a mouthful of pudding and ate it, mouthful after mouthful.

"Isn't this... this, this, this, this, this, this, this is normal?" Song Yu hurriedly lowered his head to eat pudding, recalling in his heart, when did we hold hands?To be honest, Lu Jixue's hands were warm, and when he posted it, Song Yu's head was full of steam, and he instantly turned into a goldfish that wanted to pursue happiness. The memory only lasted seven seconds. This is a nerve-wracking question. Only seven seconds of memory?Song Yu is not sure, but his memory of that time is definitely not more than ten seconds.

"Really? I never held your hand."

"..."

Song Yu has nothing to say, he can only eat pudding all the time, he likes to eat pudding, it is soft and sweet, so delicious, but the little pudding in his hand is egg-flavored, he doesn't like it, he likes to eat fruit Flavored, or vanilla ice cream, chocolate is also okay.

However, facing the question after sentence of the brainless player Gao Jiaming, Song Yu seemed to be hit on the head with a shovel, his head was buzzing, and he could only eat pudding one bite at a time.

"Do you like egg-flavored pudding?" Lu Jixue said, moving the pudding on the table to Song Yu, "You should eat this too."

"Thank you, monitor..." Song Yu stretched out his small hand, and slowly put the pudding into his pocket, and brought it to Fang Zhihui when he got back to work. Obviously, Fang Zhihui, a hypocritical foodie, would not like it.

On the way back to school, Gao Jiaming once again occupied the middle seat.

……

Gao Jiaming thought of the six years of precious memories between him and Song Yu. As a child who had played with him since childhood, he never held Song Yu's hand. It was so unscientific. No wonder he and Song Yu went further and further apart. After contacting, I only like the relationship occasionally, but I am unfamiliar, definitely unfamiliar.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Gao Jiaming held the hands of Song Yu and Lu Jixue at the same time, and the three of them walked hand in hand and heart to heart. It was very good, no one would feel sad, and it could also promote the precious brotherhood at the same time, which is wonderful.

Song Yu: ...

Lu Jixue: ...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Song Yu: Look!Here's a fool!

90.

When Song Yu returned to work, Fang Zhihui was still copying.

"My son is miserable!" Song Yu threw a bag of food to Fang Zhihui.

Fang Zhihui got the bag, tore open the packaging bag and started to eat. He was really hungry, and he ate a bit cruelly.

"I think Gao Jiaming..." Song Yu regretted.

"It's a fool!" Fang Zhihui rushed to answer.

There is a tradition in Huai City No. [-] Middle School. You must take a nap at noon. The head teacher forces you to take a nap. If you want to study, you can’t do it. The head teacher pulls the curtains and turns off the lights. Too.

Can only sleep.

Song Yu lay on the table and scolded Gao Jiaming for being a fool, falling asleep in five seconds, contemporary high school students long for sleep.

Lu Jixue watched Song Yu's little head quietly from behind, not feeling sleepy.

When he was quiet, he began to think.

Why did Song Yu and Fang Zhihui trick him into celebrating his birthday next week?Are you looking for a birthday present?

It's unlikely that Song Yu, a curly little guy who would pay for a can of strawberry milk, shouldn't be like this.

So what could it be?

Lu Jixue was lying on the table, with the name tag on his chest against the edge of the desk, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't fall asleep.

What did Fang Zhizhi say in the second half of the sentence that day?Lu Jixue seems to be a little unclear, and seems to have some impressions, vague, it is a question, he is asking what gift he wants, it seems to be asked casually, it seems to be a casual question to outsiders, it is better to ask a kind of question The feeling that Song Yu's birthday is solved in this way to solve more difficult problems, which shows that Fang Zhihui and Song Yu are really asking for opinions.

Lu Jixue couldn't sleep at all.

His mind was filled with three words, could it be?No way?Really?

Then the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

Lu Jixue forced himself to fall asleep, but forcing was useless. Although Lu Jixue closed his eyes, his mind was still awake. I don't know if it was because of this happy mood that Lu Jixue's warm hands became a little cold, icy cold , This is a matter of mentality. When he was nervous when he was a child, his hands became very cold.

Song Yu is going to give me a present.

I'm so glad.

Can't sleep.