boys' feelings are always poetry

181.

On the first day of the long vacation, Song Yu packed his schoolbag, stuffed a few exercise books into it symbolically, and told Mother Song that he was going to the monitor's home to do his homework.

In fact, he and Lu Jixue also said the same thing, and Lu Jixue's answer at that time was "Yes."

Song Yu has been to Lu Jijiao's community a few times, usually just wandering around downstairs, never going up, I don't know why, he feels that Lu Jijiao is like the boudoir of a girl who has never left the pavilion in ancient times, mysterious and holy, an idler Do not enter the place.

But today Song Yu, an idler, came to Lu Jixue to do his homework with a small schoolbag on his back.

Lu Jijia's corridor is very wide, there are only two households on one floor, and there are two elevators. In this bright corridor with nowhere to hide, maybe no one is there to hug and hold high.

Lu Jixue prepared an extra pair of slippers at the door. They were pink piggy slippers. When he bought them, the clerk kindly praised him, "Did you buy them for my brother? They are so considerate."

Song Yu took off the new shoes he had just bought, put on the pink slippers that Lu Jixue prepared for kindergarten children, and turned around to arrange his shoes neatly and put them in the most inconspicuous corner , like a homeless little milk cat, afraid of annoying others, hiding in the corner to observe secretly.

"Do you drink it?" Lu Jixue was holding a glass of milk. The milk exuded the smell of fruit essence. Song Yu smelled it, and it was the familiar Collego strawberry flavor.

"Thank you." Song Yu took the milk and drank it in one gulp.

"What homework did you bring?"

"Ah?" Song Yu was stunned, thinking that I said it casually and stuffed it with my hand. I don't know what homework I brought. This is really difficult for me!

"Didn't you say you came to do your homework?"

"Ah... that..." Song Yu picked his hand, feeling that the piggy slippers under his feet were soft, as soft as his legs, is it an open mind?of course not.

"I asked you to summarize the wrong questions last time, did you bring the wrong question book?"

"..."

Song Yu stood where he was, with a wry smile, saying something casually is wrong, telling the truth is wrong, neither moving nor not moving, this feeling is like going to the head teacher's house to make up a lesson, instantly changing from a top-notch chatterbox to a language-degraded incompetent Son.

"Do you understand all the questions on the final exam?"

"No."

The death of Lu Jixue asked three times: Did you bring your homework?Did you write the wrong title?Did you understand the exam questions?

Song Yu's demented robot replied: No, no, no...

182.

There is a bottle of moon-shaped light blue aromatherapy in Lu Jixue's room. It smells very similar to Lu Jixue's body. It smells good and is very fresh. Song Yu doesn't have any aromatherapy, and only the shampoo and body wash bought by his mother are at home.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Song Yu fiddled with the little flower on the top of the aroma diffuser with his chubby hands, and the petals exuded fragrance, and the fragrance touched Song Yu's fingers, it was very fragrant.

"Does it smell good?" Lu Jixue showed a big man's smile, as if the CEO of the world's top [-] bought a luxury sports car Maybach to give to his wife at home. It was the same smile, with a little relief and pride in the joy.

"Yeah." Song Yu nodded, and nodded four or five times. In fact, he wanted to ask how much it cost and where he bought it, but asking this meant that others gave it as a gift, so Song Yu swallowed the rest of the words.

"Okay, let's start doing homework."

"..."

Song Yu was smiling wryly again. I said to do my homework, but I didn't really want to do my homework. When I said I came to you, I really came to you to play.

tui!Pooh!

Song Yu took out a chemistry exercise book slowly, one page, two pages, three pages... He flipped through the book like a little turtle, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this little boy didn't want to do his homework at all.

"Haven't opened it yet? I've finished writing two questions."

"It's coming soon!" Song Yu accelerated the speed of flipping through the book, thinking in his heart, I might as well find Fang Zhizhi to skate, even wrestling is more interesting than doing homework.

"Memorize the relevant chemical equations of sodium salts, and memorize the periodic table of elements."

"Got it." Song Yu reached out and fumbled in the small schoolbag, and finally found a pen. It was a pen he threw in casually. It was a carrot-shaped oil pen without a cap. It's a pen for those who want to have fun. It's pretty cute, but it's not the kind of pen for serious homework at all.

"Uh...can you lend me a pen..."

"Tell the truth, are you here to ask me to do my homework?"

Lu Jixue started his three consecutive questions about death.

"Do you not bring a pen for homework?"

"You don't even bring straw paper?"

"Is the carrot oil pen easy to use?"

Song Yu continued to pick his hands in silence. Facing a powerful enemy, silence is my theme tonight. If you don't break out in silence, you will die in silence. Song Yu decided to die in silence.

Hehe, Song Yu's little dementia who was being lectured is kind of cute.

Lu Jixue picked up a pen and wrote a note.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight."

Song Yu blinked, what does this mean, is the moon coming out tonight?Just beautiful, where is the beauty?Song Yu scratched the back of his hand, the back of his hand was a little itchy, and then picked up the carrot pen to reply on the paper.

"Suitable...suitable for thorns???"

"..."