boys' feelings are always poetry

151.

"Oops, why is it raining again?"

My deskmate, Lin Er, didn't bring an umbrella. She was bending over before school and rummaged through the desk to see if there was anything suitable to keep out the rain. Her face is small and her shoulders are narrow, so she shouldn't be able to use it. How much area, Lin Er dug out a thick dozen Chinese literature files.

"How about I use this? The Chinese teacher shouldn't accept the case, right?"

"That's not sure." Song Yu took out his sky-blue folding umbrella with willow leaves and a few small flowers in the pattern. It was bought by his mother, and he said it has a kind of literati's elegance and is suitable for students.

Lin Er looked at Song Yu's umbrella, a little envious, and planned ahead, so he must bring an umbrella tomorrow.

Fang Zhihui didn't bring an umbrella either, but unlike Lin Er, he knew how to find something to keep out the rain. Fang Zhihui thought that if he was a man, he would stand upright.

In order to face his old enemy Zhao Yingxiong on the way home, Fang Zhihui ate two tea eggs at noon, and when he said goodbye to Song Yu before school, he muttered and prayed to himself, he must win, he must win, Fang Zhihui is not human if he does not win.

When there were only students on duty left in the class, Song Yu stretched out his chubby hand and patted Lu Jixue on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Walking downstairs, Lu Jixue wanted to open his big umbrella, but was stopped by Song Yu, who said, "Your hand is hurt today, let me open the umbrella!"

In fact, the tall man should be responsible for holding the umbrella. Song Yu also knew that his height and Lu Jixue were difficult to reconcile, so he could only try his best to lift the umbrella, and he had to hold it firmly. But it wobbled, lowered for a while, then raised for a while, and the umbrella ribs shaved Lu Jixue's hair into chicken coops.

Lu Jixue has a good temper and is not angry.

"Let me hold an umbrella."

Lu Jixue held Song Yu's chubby hand holding the umbrella, and the chubby hand slowly slipped away from Lu Jixue's hand, which was regarded as acquiescing that Lu Jixue opened the umbrella.

"How did the school decide? Is there a penalty?"

"Well, it's possible."

"Oh."

Punishment is a big deal, but Song Yu tried his best to pretend to be a person who has seen a lot of worlds. Oh, it’s just a disciplinary action. Anyway, good students will disappear before graduation. It’s nothing. Should I go to Tsinghua University or Tsinghua University? I should go to Peking University Or test Peking University.

But a second later, my heart felt sore and panicked again.

Fighting with his cousin for a trivial matter, being caught by the head of the school year, calling the parents, and punishing him. It felt like the sky was about to fall. Although he was the initiator of this incident and the one who should be punished the most, he was hidden in the core of the whole thing, and at the same time the core of the whole thing was also hidden from him.

152.

"Are you still thinking about fighting?"

"Ah."

Lu Jixue looked at a pair of elementary school students stepping on the puddle on the opposite side of the road. Are they George and his friend?I dirty my trousers and shoes, and I will definitely be criticized when I go home at night.

"Lu Chengsi used to have his own name, Xiaoqiu."

Did you change the name because Xiaoqiu was too ugly?It's too impolite to ask such a question, Song Yu didn't think about the question, so he simply stopped asking.

It may be because the time spent in the classroom was too long, the bus waiting for Song Yu arrived soon, Lu Jixue folded his umbrella, shook the rain, and followed Song Yu to get on the bus.

"Today Lu Jixue is your stalker."

Song Yu felt that this sentence was funnier than his own cold joke, so he should copy it down. Now that he doesn't have a pen and paper in his hand, he should write it down in his head first.Sung-woo pulls out two bucks to pay for the stalker’s ride.

The people in the car are either listening to music, sleeping, or quietly watching the rain outside the window, as if everyone knows that rainy days are the days to sleep, God also wants to sleep, everyone should be quiet.

The sound of rain helps sleep. Song Yu knows a little scientific truth. It may be because undeveloped human beings cannot go out to hunt in rainy days. They can only rest and sleep in caves, so the genes have been passed down from generation to generation. There is an inexplicable sense of ease, feeling that rest and stagnation are due.

Song Yu sat by the window, and Lu Jixue sat next to him, and the two of them joined the atmosphere.

The rain slapped on the car window, and blossomed in a whiz, like many scenes flashed in his mind, some good and some bad. If it wasn't for Song Yu sitting next to him, Lu Jixue almost thought in a trance that this was a car. The car that travels through time and space, the magic is the water droplets on a rainy day.

"So why did Lu Chengsi change his name?" The more Song Yu tried to guess the story, the more he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only ask strange questions on such a gloomy rainy day.

"I have a twin brother who is white and fat. Even the fiercest wild cat in the yard likes him very much. Every day when he comes home from school, he would go downstairs to feed the cats in the garden."

Song Yu imagined Lu Jixue's white and chubby younger brother, he should be a cute elementary school student, who goes downstairs on time every day to feed the cat, and after feeding the cat, he goes home to watch cartoons.

"Later, my younger brother disappeared. One morning, I saw a piece of paper on a telephone pole to find clues to the corpse. The corpse on the paper was my younger brother."

Song Yu was obviously at a loss when he heard the ending. He grabbed the school uniform material with both hands and couldn't say a word. It was so useless and useless.

"The teacher at school told me that it was because the cat liked him so much that he took him to play on Planet Meow." Lu Jixue realized that his answer might be off topic, so he said the answer directly, "To commemorate, everyone forced Lu Chengsi changed his name, Lu Chengsi is actually my dead brother's name."

Song Yu had tinnitus and buzzing. On this quiet bus, it was as if some silver bells had been stuffed into his ears.

Love and death guide us into the abyss together. This is the youthful pain literature and the muddy memories of struggles exclusively for Lu Jixue and Lu Chengsi.