boys' feelings are always poetry

155.

The door in the corridor made a strange rattling sound, as if it came from the narrow keyhole. Someone was opening the door, and that person might come in in the next second.

Song Yu quickly pushed Lu Jixue away, and the two stood against the wall, like elementary school students who were punished by the teacher to stand for not doing their homework.

The uncle who came in was a resident upstairs of Song Yu's house. He seemed to have drunk too much outside today. As soon as he stepped into the corridor, the smell of alcohol spread to Song Yu and Lu Jixue.

"Oh?" The uncle looked at the school uniforms of the two of them. It was a child from No. [-] Middle School. He thought it was another kid who liked to fight nearby and was hiding in the corridor smoking. He didn't expect it to be a child from No. [-] Middle School, so it must be in the corridor. How about reviewing homework, tsk, the light in the corridor is too bad, it is dark and flickering, are the two of you reciting the text?In this dim light?

"Study hard and make progress every day." The uncle thinks that it is said on TV, and he should say the same.

Song Yu turned around and looked at his watch by the dim light.

"You should go home, don't send it so far next time."

"why?"

"Because it's a bit unbearable to think of you going home alone on the bus."

Lu Jixue doesn't know how Song Yu imagined it. In his world, Song Yu's little one is lonely when he takes the bus home. Maybe he meets a group of smoking punks when he returns home. When they see Song Yu The No. [-] Middle School uniform on his body still has a few words of cursing and teasing.

What Song Yu imagined was that Lu Jixue sat silently in the last row of the bus, he opened the window, the strong wind blew his hair, his injured eyes had nowhere to hide, his eyes were red, as if he squinted his eyes , teardrops will fall one by one.

The truth is, every time Song Yu takes the bus, he always takes some sweets in his hand, or milk with strawberry and mulberry jam, and then he looks at the scenery, blows the breeze, and thinks about next year's apricot blossoms What a beautiful and grand scene it will be. After thinking about it, we will arrive home. Occasionally, there will be a few boys smoking in the corridor of Song Yu’s house. If Song Yu had a younger sister, he would not dare to go out. Song Yu was a little scared at first, He couldn't beat three or five gangsters by himself, and those boys stood a head taller than him, but after gradually getting used to this environment, Song Yu walked through the smog without any fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to stop and ask the neighbor next to him Boys, "Dude, can I have a cigarette?" Of course it's impossible, and minors are prohibited from smoking.

Lu Jixue is actually not so lonely when he takes the bus alone, because he doesn't like to sit, he likes to stand, he must give up his seat, and then the people around him consciously add the topic: the children of No. [-] Middle School study well , be polite, my children must definitely go to No. [-] Middle School!

156.

Song Yu lay on the bed thinking, should he send some message to Lu Chengsi, it doesn't need to say too much, just thank him for making the ppt.

Song Yu breathed in, exhaled and sighed, and finally typed a few words after half an hour: Thank you, old iron!

Song Yu: Thank you, old iron!

Lu Chengsi got back to him very quickly. This speed indicated that he might be staying at the Internet cafe next to the school to play games.

wsss:?

Song Yu: Thank you, old iron!Brilliant!Even something as tall and difficult as ppt can be done!

What Song Yu said was the truth, not flattery. He felt that a person who can do a good job in ppt is gold and will shine wherever he goes.

wsss: Did you kiss Lu Jixue?

……

Song Yu sat up, sat on the bed, touched his pockets and schoolbag, there is no camera.

Song Yu: How do you know?Did you see it?You can't see it!

wsss: I guess, offline, bye.

Song Yu pouted, guess what?I really know how to guess, could it be that there is telepathy between cousins?So, Song Yu thought, would Fang Zhihui, who is my half-brother, also have a telepathy with me?

Song Yu: Fang Zhihui, you are thinking about how to elegantly ridicule Zhao Yingxiong tomorrow.

One minute later, Fang Zhihui sent a message similar to: amazing, amazing, invincible to praise Song Yu, look, there is telepathy.

After crossing out Fang Zhizhi's five hundred words of praise, Song Yu thought, should I post a Weibo today to commemorate it?Although using Weibo to commemorate seems a bit slight, Weibo is now easier to use than a diary, and the diary can only be read by himself, Lu Jixue can't see it.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Yu gritted his teeth and struggled to post a message: To commemorate the lost youth of the handsome Song.The lost youth is an allusion to his first kiss.

Fang Zhihui was the first to comment, "Hey, let's commemorate our lost youth together!"

Song Yu: ...

Yes, but not necessary.

At the same time, Lu Jixue's new Weibo popped up, and he also posted a Weibo.

"When will you try again?"

Song Yu smirked at the phone screen for about 50 seconds.

Fang Zhihui was the first to comment again.

"Squad leader, you made a typo, it should be: When will you take the exam again, don't thank me."

Song Yu turned on his mobile phone QQ, and sent an angry message: Fang Zhihui spoiled the scenery, five points will be deducted.

Lu Jixue replied in seconds: Received.