boys' feelings are always poetry

153.

When I got out of the car, the rain stopped, and there was a small rainbow in the puddle not far away.

Song Yu's home is right next to No. [-] Middle School, so it can be regarded as a school district house. Song Yu's home is on the side of the avenue, just facing the back door of No. [-] Middle School. Therefore, when Song Yu was a primary school student, he would often hold While eating fried noodles, while watching a few gangsters in No. [-] Middle School slapping a boy wildly, Song Yu's little heart was affected at that time. He swore that he would be a person with a sense of justice in the future, Although he didn't grow up later, he became an ordinary male student who didn't have much advantage in fighting.

"Uh, the fried noodles and fried chicken tenders sold downstairs in our house are delicious."

"Are you okay?"

Song Yu was stunned for a second, and thought to himself, did I ask too many questions? I asked too many questions!It was annoying, Song Yu started to hate himself.

"Would you like to try fried chicken tenders, I treat you?" Song Yu tried to change the subject.

"After my brother disappeared, my mother's spirit was not normal."

"You really don't want to eat it? It's only five yuan a pack! It's a hodgepodge!"

"My mother later thought she had only one son, and I was not her son, I was just a dirty little boy that everyone didn't like."

"Otherwise, I'll treat you to dinner. There is a Malatang restaurant downstairs in my house. The pure bone soup is delicious!"

"One day later, on my way home, my mother committed suicide by jumping off the residential building in front of the school. That day happened to be my cousin's birthday, because my aunt was celebrating his birthday with him and couldn't pick me up. The last phone call my mother made to her. From that day on, my cousin changed his name, and no one mentioned his birthday again. My aunt is a very stubborn person. She would rather hide at home, take medicine, break down and cry, than See a psychiatrist."

Song Yu knew that even if he interrupted Lu Jixue a hundred times, Lu Jixue would stubbornly finish the story. On this rainy day, he told Song Yu and himself how much he and his cousin wanted to grow up overnight , but failed, and failed to grow up overnight, or in other words, they only grew up halfway.

It is very painful to dig out this kind of old wound. The listener understands the pain and unconsciously digs out his own old wound. It seems that it is only fair for one person to dig out one person. unfair.

"My mother and my father divorced when I was very young. What kind of person is my father? You may not know his kind of person. He is an unconscionable bastard. Do you know the sand diggers on the river bank? Jiang An The sand on the sand is a gift from God, whoever digs it will belong to him, and the dug sand can be bought for building a house, so those small gangsters began to form gangs to grab the sand pit, whoever dared to beat people and kill people My dad is that kind of person who can get ahead."

Song Yu didn't have the concentration of Lu Jixue, who could dig out his own wounds calmly. Song Yu's tears were like rain accumulated on the leaves. When the wind blew a little, the rain fell down with a crackle.

"I hate my dad very much. Every time he finds my mom to ask for money, I hold my fists and endure it. When there is no one, I check online whether minors are not sentenced to murder. After staying for so many years, my mother discovered the search record, and my mother beat me up, and I didn't go to school for a week."

Song Yu amused himself while talking, so he cried and laughed, blowing out a snot bubble from his nose.

Passers-by looked at the two idiots standing on the side of the road, and thought that they must have fought, and it was the tall boy who beat the short boy to tears.

154.

Lu Jixue sent Song Yu to the door. Song Yu walked with his head down. When he raised his head, there were still so many tears, or even more. Song Yu cried more and more fiercely, and Lu Jixue was a little at a loss.

"Song Yu, if you ask, I will definitely tell you. No matter what it is, whether it is a secret or not, I will tell you."

"Song Yu, have you imagined it? A dirty Lu Jixue, you won't dislike me, will you?"

"Song Yu, do you remember the little note you wrote, we are happy together."

Lu Jixue talked more and more, his eyes were red, and the grandmother walking downstairs took a look at him, wondering if this young man had drunk too much?Minors cannot drink alcohol.

Song Yu grabbed Lu Jixue by the collar and dragged him into the dark corridor of his home.

The electric meters of all the residents are installed at the door on the first floor, flashing red light, those red lights fell on Song Yu's well-behaved face, some fell on the tip of his nose, some fell on his chin, Some fell on his lips.

"Why is your little mouth flickering?"

Song Yu smiled, his eyes forming a crescent moon. This time, he finally understood Lu Jixue's hint.

"Then try it, is it fake?"

Lu Jixue didn't say a word, and posted it forward, very close to Song Yu, the kind of school uniform material rubbing against school uniform material.

"Let me try."

Lu Jixue lowered his head, touched Song Yu's warm breath, and then touched Song Yu's lips, which were very soft, a little salty, probably because he was crying again, and the tears dripping down from the bridge of his nose seemed very Aggrieved look.

Song Yu is like a piece of soft cotton candy, strawberry flavored, will be eroded by temperature, sweet and fragrant, wrapping all hugs and kisses of a person together.

When you are far away, you don't know that he is crying, because he is too stupid to cry in his heart.

When kissing, you tasted his tears and knew that there was a person in this world who had suffered a lot and was stubbornly waiting for you to come.

Song Yu thought in his heart, at this time, one second is equal to a century.

We've been in love for a century so long.