boys' feelings are always poetry

111.

Of course it is impossible to write like that.

Song Yu reminded, don't forget your original intention, and don't forget why you gave the gift.

Fang Zhihui felt that it made sense and changed his mind.

"Just write it like this: Dear squad leader, thank you for voting for me five times in the sports committee election meeting. Thank you very much. A small gift is not a respect. Fang Zhizhi will keep it."

"Yeah, professional!" Song Yu gave a thumbs up, and wrote the card stroke by stroke very carefully. Although the words are very ordinary, they are horizontal and vertical, neat and tidy.

"Someone from our side will send you to deliver it. After delivering it, we will go to the opposite side of the school to eat hot and sour noodles with all the side dishes."

Song Yu's big eyes showed great doubts.

"Aren't you going? Didn't you give the gift?"

Fang Zhihui curled his lips. It seems that little Song Yu is still very young. He must teach young Song Yu a lesson and let him know about social communication culture.

"How can I go? I gave the squad leader a luxurious piglet worth 200 yuan to flirt with. If someone finds out, wouldn't someone on our side have a good reputation? This is called avoiding suspicion, you understand?" ?”

Fang Zhihui talked nonsense, and Song Yu didn't quite understand it, but no matter what he heard, he felt that this was not a good job.

"No, what about my Qingyu? What should I do if someone sees me giving gifts to the squad leader?"

Song Yu is calm and logical thinking is still there.

Fang Zhihui thinks that what Song Yu said makes sense, but relying on the cheekiness gained from years of practice, Fang Zhihui resists the pressure to argue.

"That's different, I'm the sports committee of the fifth class! If this is not done well, it will be the protection of officials and officials! That will destroy the tall image of the people's public servants in the hearts of the people! Speaking of the tall image! That is the fifth class of public servants and above..."

Seeing Fang Zhihui kept babbling out like a chatterbox, Song Yu compromised.

"Stop talking! Can't I go? You wait for me at the gate of Rose Garden Community, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Fang Zhihui patted Song Yu on the shoulder, good brothers walk together for life, if you don't let me go, I won't let you go.

Song Yu stood on the bus and sent Lu Jixue QQ.

"Squad leader! I'm in the car! I'll be at school in a few stops! Can you meet me?"

Song Yu deleted and typed this sentence, typed and deleted, he wanted to reveal too much information, how to say it politely, without seeming alienated, and without disturbing each other?

Lu Jixue was sitting at the desk writing his math worksheets for next week and the next week, and his mobile phone was at hand. He waited for a long time, hoping that the mobile phone would make a beeping sound or a buzzing sound, but after waiting all morning, Only waiting for Song Yu's news.

"convenient."

Lu Jixue originally typed very conveniently, but the word "very" seemed a little too impatient?It is easy to scare little Song Yu away, and little Song Yu is a small animal that is easily frightened.

Thinking of this, Lu Jixue changed Song Yu's remarks to: small animals that are easily frightened.

112.

Seeing Lu Jixue's reply, Song Yu calmed down a lot. Fortunately, the monitor is a good talker.

"Great, I'll go to the Rose Garden Community to find you. Where is your home probably?"

After saying this sentence, Song Yu regretted it. It was obvious that Lu Jixue hadn't publicly mentioned his home address, so why did he say it so clearly?It's as if he is like a stalker, always paying attention to the monitor's movements, and mastering the monitor's personal information proficiently.

But Lu Jixue believes that Song Yu is a person with strong reasoning ability, and his IQ is too high. He can reason out the Rose Garden Community just by relying on the direction he went home. He is a strong man, even stronger than himself. Song Yu's academic performance should First in the school year, he deserved it.

"Room 11, Unit 501, Building E[-]."

Song Yu blinked his eyes, thinking that you don't need to write in such detail, it's as if I'm going to your house to find you.

"Oh, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Lu Jixue sighed, he knew that he should restrain himself and write too much detail about his family, which makes people over-associate. In fact, he himself over-associates too many things, so he feels that everyone likes to over-associate.

Lu Jixue took out Song Yu's black robot hoodie of the same style and different colors that he kept in his closet, put it on, turned around in front of the mirror, and looked at himself from various angles. It seemed to be okay, not a big problem.

After receiving Song Yu's message last night, Lu Jixue went to the Zhongtingju toy store for a stroll. He thought about giving Song Yu a set of Xihuangtaiyi figures. The clerk said that this series of figure figures were out of stock. So, Lu Jixue asked if there is any figure of Toshiro Hitsugaya?After all, he is Song Yu's eldest brother, so he should be very fond of him. The clerk said that Toshiro Hitsugaya is gone.

At this moment, Lu Jixue caught a glimpse of a pink piggy without pants.

It's called Peibuqi.

Although it didn't wear pants, it carried a sky blue messenger bag, as if it loved going to school.

"I want that piggy."

After taking the piggy in his hand, Lu Jixue found that the small bag on the piggy's back could be opened, and there was a small space inside, enough to hold a small note.

The clerk asked him, do you want a beautiful card?

Lu Jixue refused, he said I don't want a card, I want a post-it note.

The clerk is very happy, that's great, there are fools who don't want a beautiful card worth 20 yuan.

The clerk pointed to the front, back, left, and right. It turns out that colorful post-it notes can be seen everywhere in the toy store.

Lu Jixue chose a pink post-it note, after thinking about it, he wrote and scrapped five or six post-it notes, and finally, it was finished.

"Actually, you know what I mean."

Lu Jixue folded it up and stuffed it into Piggy's small backpack.