Song Yu was always worried about Xie Sui's state, and was absent-minded when he went back to dinner at night.
He picked chopsticks and greens, held it in his mouth, and chewed it for half a minute without taking a few bites of the rice.
Grandma Meng shook her head and sighed, but she didn't say anything.
After eating and taking a shower perfunctorily, Song Yu went upstairs anxiously and returned to the room. The first thing he did was to send a message to Xie Sui.
A bunch of words crackled.
[Song Yu: Are you okay?]
[Song Yu: During the daytime, the more I think about your state, the more it is wrong, is it an evil?!]
[Song Yu: Can you still sleep tonight?]
[Song Yu: Do you want me to give you a magnifying curse! Or I will call you and read you a paragraph of core socialist values]
The worries are almost on the screen.
It's not at all the straight male behavior that he was concerned about.
Sure enough, it is always different for the same table mate.
When Xie Sui received the message, The email is being emptied. All the information on the Song family is on it. At the beginning, he spent a lot of time to investigate the documents obtained by Song Yu, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.
Looking down on the screen of the phone, Xie Sui returned a line briefly.
[Xie Sui: It's all right]
Song Yu didn't believe it.
'In the haunted house, I'm afraid of being like that. It's just like losing my soul.'
He continued to express concern.
[Song Yu: Don't be shy, whoever is with us, I won't tell others that you are afraid of ghosts]
Xie Sui smiled.
Then he made a call directly.
Song Yu's mobile phone vibrated suddenly, and he sat up from the bed in fright. After a daze, he accepted it.
Xie Sui's voice passed through the phone, and it was a bit magnetic: "Song Yu."
Song Yu missed a shot inexplicably.
After thinking of his purpose, he immediately sit up straight again: "Well, how are you?"
Xie Sui chuckled lightly and stirred people's hearts. He asked, "Worry about me so much?"
Song Yu: "Yes, you were too wrong at that time. I think you will have a nightmare tonight."
Xie Sui leaned on the chair, holding the mouse in the other hand, and stopped at a photo. The above is Song Yu when he was a child, even if he looks hideously at the camera, he is too cute.
There was a smile in his dark eyes.
"That said, I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight."
Song Yu gave him an idea: "When do you usually go to bed, I can recite the scriptures for you and hang up after you sleep."
Xie Sui laughed: "Are you sure?" Listening to Song Yu's voice, he was afraid that he would not sleep all night.
Song Yu: "Sure, what do you want to hear? I'll give you Baidu. The Diamond Sutra is still the core value of socialism."
Xie Sui curled his lips and said lightly: "Read a paragraph of Lagrange's median value theorem."
Song Yu: "???"
Song Yu: "..."
Is Xie Sui intentional?
Every time he heard these eight words, he felt particularly ashamed, a dark history.
Holding the phone in silence for a long time.
"Do you really want to listen?"
"Ok."
Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, but he had already agreed, and he couldn't regret it. He really got out of bed, ran to the computer, and went to Baidu.
He muttered: "I'm following the encyclopedia, you'd better lie down on the bed now, put on headphones, and try to go to bed early... But how can you fall asleep listening to this stuff?"
Xie Sui stood on the balcony and looked down at Jingcheng at night. He listened carefully to the voice of the boy opposite, and said with a low laugh, "Read it."
Song Yu was frowning on the phone.
"Then let me start, Lagrange's median theorem, also known as Lagrange's theorem, is one of the basic theorems in differential calculus..."
The night is thick and the moon is round and bright.
The osmanthus flowers downstairs of the residents bloomed, sending a faint fragrance with the night breeze. Song Yu's voice was clear and warm, dispelling the fear and despair caused by life and death, parting, and missed.
Xie Sui stood on the balcony, looking down, with a soft smile on his lips.
He put his finger on the fence and tapped it twice, seeming to recall something over the years.
"Then in the open interval a to b, there is a point 3 before, which is greater than a and less than b..."
Reminiscent of first meeting in Linshui, the delicate young man under the light and shadow.
The moment when he was lying down and writing papers in the milk tea shop.
Or the quiet street, pulled him aside and talked harshly to people.
In midsummer, he jumped off the wall and fell into the wind in his arms.
Too much.
Xie Sui said, "It's fine."
Song Yu finally freed himself from this torture. After a sigh of relief, he asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Xie Sui: "Well, a little bit."
Song Yu: "Then go to sleep."
Xie Sui said, "Do you remember what you asked me today?"
Song Yu tutted: "Remember, I asked if you were afraid of ghosts, and you said you were not afraid. Slap your face, but you are not ashamed. Normal people are afraid of mysterious things like ghosts and gods."
"it is good."
Song Yu began to force: "That's not right, I found that you didn't react that much to the heads and blood in front of you. It was the last time you saw the grave that you started to be afraid. Are you afraid of death?"
Xie Sui smiled and said lightly, "It should be because of fear of death."
Song Yu was stunned for a second, and then began to comfort him: "Wow, don't worry, anyway, people are going to die sooner or later, let's see. Why do we talk about philosophy more."
Xie Sui didn't explain anything. He stared at the front with deep cold eyes, but said in a very soft voice: "Okay, I'm not worried." He almost muttered softly, "Good night, Yu Yu."
Yu Yu.
Song Yu almost couldn't hold his phone steady. The ears are reddish, so embarrassed: "What are you yelling indiscriminately."
In the distance are thousands of lights.
The cold wind came up against the wall from below.
Xie Sui lowered his head and gave a short, unclear smile.
Here is where he first realized life and death.
A torrential rain that pierced through the world in childhood, and the woman leaping down from above, have become images that will never be forgotten in two lifetimes.
Except for life and death, all things in the world are trivial. In fact, life and death are also trivial matters.
Now recognize again.
There is an old saying that we will remain unswerving until death, called until death will separate us.
Xie Sui turned off the phone, turned and walked to the room.
--Even death cannot separate us.
[Brother Yu didn't go to the 13th Middle School, but Yao Rui sent him to the door to be beaten?]
Main building: Don't mention it, a friend of mine is almost annoyed by his younger brother. All kinds of inquiries about Brother Yu's origins and places where he usually goes, talk about making an appointment. Ask for a hammer, does he see Brother Yu care about him?
1l:? ? ? This month's exam is approaching, and Brother Yu has been in the library all day long, not listening to things outside the window, maybe he doesn't know.
2l: What kind of **** is the 13th Middle School?
3l: Don't say it, I heard that they have planned to block the door of the library this afternoon and fight with Brother Yu.
4l: Fuck, whoever commits one of me will be punishable even though he is ugly, call the extinction master and protect my husband!
5l: Nothing, right? My husband hurt his hand a few days ago.
Song Yu did hurt his hand a week ago.
Playing basketball, a dog suddenly rushed out of the playground, frightened his soul, and he fell to the ground inadvertently with a twisted wrist.
At that time the entire playground was scared.
It was Xie Sui who strode over, with a cold expression, and helped him to the infirmary.
After that, he could not write for a week, and Xie Sui basically took care of his homework. Not to mention, it was cool.
From then on, his every move in the physical education class was under Xie Sui's supervision, and he could no longer move freely.
After finally removing the bandage, he felt that he was completely healed. However, Xie Sui even controlled his writing time and could only use his right hand for two hours. The rest of the review time was only for him to read.
As time in Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School progressed, the exams become more frequent.
Monthly exams and weekly exams, one after another.
Song Yu is also considered physically disabled.
Come to the school library every Saturday to review and study.
Of course he wouldn't let himself be alone, grabbing Ma Xiaoding at the end of the grade crane and being tortured by math together. The mathematics class representative has given up treatment and collapsed on the table. Ma Xiaoding went crazy: "The logarithmic function, exponential function, power function, why can it appear in the same question at the same time, this is what kind of triangle sadomasochism."
Song Yu said: "There will be a parent meeting after the final exam, you can weigh it up." Ma Xiaoding was stimulated by the three words "parent meeting" and sat up again.
But after reading the question for a long time, he tremblingly chose a c, which was considered a blessing for their beautiful love.
Putting the pen down, Ma Xiaoding said: "Don't mention the parent meeting, and be happy. The New Year's party is coming. Brother Yu, have you signed up for it?"
Preparations for the New Year's Day party have begun one and a half months in advance. The third year of high school is busy with school work, so the focus is on the first year of high school. In addition to the mandatory performance of a program in each class, two or three students are also allowed to go up.
Song Yu turned his pen and sneered: "You want me to blend in with everything. Although I am really good, I still have to converge and give other boys a way to survive."
Ma Xiaoding said: "What is the performance of our class? The literary committee said that it was a drama. Oh, God, I started playing Snow White from kindergarten. Can you do a gourd baby this time? They are all seven kids. Make up the number. I can be a guest grandfather with friendship, so I have seven more grandchildren."
Song Yu laughed and scolded: "You are so beautiful."
They were chatting, and suddenly one of Ma Xiaoding's younger brother ran in and frightened everyone in the reading room: "Brother Yu! The big thing is not good!"
Song Yu: "..." These are all messy stories.
The younger brother said: "A group of people came from outside the library, 13th Middle School, they are stuck there and will not leave. They said that if you don't go out today, no one will want to leave.
Song Yu: "Where is the teacher?"
The little brother said: "Fuck, they are just fine. On Saturday, it's far from the security room, no one knows. Yao Rui still said, today he will beat you if he wants his life."
Song Yu couldn't bear to look straight, "He has a problem with his brain."
Putting down the book in his hand, he was panicking after reviewing a chapter now. After the injury, he felt that he was held back for a long time, and now he urgently needs to prove himself.
Song Yu stood up, straddled his long legs, and went out of the reading room violently, and then hit Xie Sui, who had brought the book for him.
Four eyes face each other.
Xie Sui smiled: "Where are you going?"
Song Yu: "..."
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