Chapter 40: Shame

His noisy voice made Xie Sui regain his consciousness a little, and temporarily put down the illness.
Turning his head, he turned to Shang Song Yu's light brown eyes that were now filled with anger. His eyes are clear and transparent, and the flames are blazing, but he feels cute.
After getting along these days, Xie Sui is really good at dealing with him.
Ignoring his threat, he just curled his lips and asked, "Which one will I study today?"
Song Yu: "Huh?"
An anger swallowed back instantly. When it comes to studying, he thinks of monthly exams, and when he thinks of monthly exams, he thinks of the academic dominance set up by his father Song and himself, so he settles down.
Song Yu scratched his head: "Chinese, I have Chinese homework left."
The city library is not even close to the school. Song Yu simply took a taxi to the school. On weekends, many of his classmates were far away and did not go home. The reading room on the first floor of the school library was full, and there was basically no place. of.
"Let's go to the second floor."
Song Yu didn't want to squeeze them.
The second floor is relatively less crowded, so I chose a corner.
Song Yu put out his homework. As soon as he sat down, he saw raining outside the window.
The sky was foggy, and it was obvious that the whole school was very quiet. The rain in summer was very loud as soon as it came. The sound came from outside the glass, and water dripped through the window.
Song Yu held the pen, and he was very interested in doing everything before starting to study. "This is the first time I have seen rain in Jingcheng."
Xie Sui took a look outside, then faintly replied, "Yes."
Song Yu realized that he was not in high spirits and asked, "You don't like rainy days?"
Xie Sui never liked to share his emotions with others. He just uttered a perfunctory statement, but gave up again. He laughed and said, "Well, I don't like it."
A rainy day will bring back bad memories.
It seems that it was a rainy day when he died.
I don't want to say more about this.
Xie Sui said, "Give me all the papers you made yesterday."
"Ok."
Song Yu asked that he didn't want to talk more, so naturally he didn't ask much.
Although he is here to write Chinese homework, people always like to overestimate themselves, thinking that if the homework is finished in half an hour, wouldn't it be okay? So he also brought a number of study question books with the papers in it.
"Here you are, I wrote a little bit for every question on this paper."
The tone is still a little proud.
Xie Sui took it over and chuckled softly: "Written a solution?"
Song Yu: "..."
You didn't figure it out! I am now your semester goal! Your support object!
Before he became angry, Xie Sui took preemptive actions and put a pen on Song Yu's lips. He moved gracefully and said, "No noise is allowed here."
Song Yu: "..." Day!
Gritting his teeth, bowed his head and started writing Chinese homework.
At the beginning of the first year of high school, the assignments were very easy. The only trouble was the weekly composition.
After all, the Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man who asked them to write semester goals at the beginning of school. The composition topic given this time is also very artistic.
"Always remember, there will be reverberations"
Eight words, the title is self-made, and the intention is self-selected.
Before the holiday, I also emphasized that if you can find it online, so can I. One sentence broke their opportunistic heart.
Song Yu is most afraid of writing.
Biting the pen and holding back for a long time, he took these eight characters as his own topic.
"Always remember, there will be reverberations".
It just said that the title was self-made and did not say that it cannot be copied.
Yes, eight words, one percent completed.
But does the title count as words?
Forget it, I don't want that much, Song Yu went to Baidu again and copied its meaning, steady, three crosses.
He cobbled together the number of words.
Xie Sui was over there, flipping through his papers, very carefully. After flipping, he took a pen and started writing on the notebook.
Song Yu wrote the essay, his thoughts spread out, to harass him: "Are you writing me a study plan?"
Xie Sui: "Notes."
Song Yu: "Mathematics notes? I have done this myself." He asked Xie Sui Wei Entu last time.
Xie Sui held the pen and didn't look up: "The content of junior high school, your basics about functions are very messy."
Song Yu: "Oh oh."
He stumbled and finally wrote eight hundred characters, never forgetting the four characters. He studied deeply, and said about a dozen possibilities and feasibility of "reading" in different categories. I don't know if the teacher is satisfied, but he is very satisfied anyway.
After writing Song Yu, I was too sleepy.
"I sleep for half an hour, then you call me."
Xie Sui: "Yeah."
The lights in the library are on, mild and bright.
It was quiet here, only the rustle of Xie Sui writing on the opposite side, and he deliberately let go of his movements after sleeping.
The sound of rain diminished outside.
The environment is comfortable and comfortable.
But Song Yu didn't sleep very peacefully.
Last time he dreamed about the island, the blue sky, and the sea.
These bright-sounding words were coldly suppressed in the dream, accompanied by gunfire and blood.
This time the dream was intermittent, but he was no longer an outsider.
Inside the high-end villas, gorgeous chandeliers, melodious piano music, and goblets collide gently.
A group of celebrities wore evening dresses, smiling expectantly and nervously, their voices were full of yearning, and the word "thank you" was heard the most. It's like a dinner party to welcome someone.
In front of the villa, the gate of the manor with iron flowers opened, and an elongated black car drove in.
But he only saw the car door open, and it seemed that someone was walking down, but he didn't even see the person's appearance, and the picture in his dream changed and turned into a rainy night.
The rain was torrential, and the entire sky was drooping and weighing down. The boy stumbled out of an apartment, his school uniform was splashed with blood and bright red.
Just like his red eyes, fierce and crazy.
After a few steps, the young man slowed down, and his tall and straight body was like a bamboo snapped.
He bent down, leaned on the pillar, couldn't help but vomited.
Song Yu was awakened by others.
"Half an hour is here."
Song Yu woke up, still feeling a little dazed, the rain outside didn't stop.
There are many more people in the library.
He stared at the person in front of him for a long time, trying to say something, but stopped when he said something.
Silent and depressing rainy day.
He looked at Xie Sui's dark and deep eyes, and said uncomfortably, "Are you hungry?"
Xie Sui didn't expect that as soon as he woke up, he would ask this first, hand him the notes that he had written in his hand, and said amusedly: "There is a cake shop outside."
Song Yu nodded.
It's not yet time for dinner.
"Let's go eat something first."
When they entered the cake shop, many people looked towards them.
Just find a place to sit down, Xie Sui said, "I'm going to buy, you sit down first."
Song Yu raised his head and glanced. There were too many people in line, so he agreed.
While waiting, Song Yu was bored and turned on the phone. Clicking in and out of a few software randomly, the line of sight fell on the screen, but the heart was absent, Song Yu was still thinking about the dream just now. Don't like rainy days? Shouldn't you like it? Rainy days are Xie Sui's unlucky days.
The point where life collapsed several times was rainy.
In "Gentle Control", although his attitude is ambiguous, Gongyi's words and behavior are too intimate. Xie Sui has always regarded him simply as a friend, the only friend. He was born in a very poor environment, but his heart was unexpectedly pure, and he never thought about those disgusting things.
A little bit of kindness and tenderness is infinitely magnified and carefully treasured. So after graduating from high school, he was attacked by drugs and deceived to Wang Ci. How desperate was he?
Recognized the hideous features of good friends.
Also recognized the truth about being alone.
Song Yu felt very confused.
It's terribly uncomfortable.
The more I thought about it, the more itching my teeth, I kind of wanted to go to the hospital and press Wang Ci on the bed again.
He then clicked into the forum easily.
I was attracted by a newly posted post.
[Sour, other people’s fifteen-year-olds have school grass to accompany them to study, and I have nothing]
The main building is two photos.
He and Xie Sui were photographed. Xie Sui was writing while he was sleeping. In the corner of the library, the light was gently shining down, Xie Sui's white shirt and black trousers, his profile was handsome and cold, the eyelashes in the photo were long, and the whole person was of that unexplainable temperament.
And he fell asleep on the table, only half of his black head exposed.
The photographer is sitting on the other side of the second floor of the library. From her point of view, the rest of him is blocked by the bookshelf, and neither male nor female can tell.
1l: Thank God?
2l: Every day, every day! ! Thank God and who is in the library!
3l: The original poster, your photography skills are too bad!
4l: Are there any sisters in the library! I think this looks like the second floor! You hurry up and help us see! I don't believe my brother Yu is green
5l: Thinking too much, people who are still studying in the library on weekends will watch the forum?
...
6l: The chicken drumstick in my hand suddenly feels bad tut
7l: The happy shaking little jio gradually stopped
8l: ohh ohh weekend of others, fifteen others
9l: The original poster should be clear! Let me see who it is!
...
15l poster: ╥﹏╥upstairs sister, I’m sorry for you, I...I went to the toilet, and they left. But when I asked people, they seemed to have gone to the gatehouse cake shop. I chased them to help you take a picture. Oh, the opposite of Xie Shen is also a little brother, not a girlfriend, and I remember his clothes. Wait for my good news.
A building that was originally sour, began to change its style of painting at this time.
【? ? ? 】
【? ? ? Boy? Is it the hot man I think? 】
Of course, girls' tacit CP has zero presence in boys. I didn't expect it to be Song Yu at all. The male classmates came in and cursed directly. The grievances of being single for many years were not covered.
36l: Who is this, studying or falling in love?
37l: Nausea, eating cakes, the two men are greasy and crooked, vomiting.
38l: The host takes pictures! Hurry up! To execute him publicly is annoying! Lao Tzu also wants the city's number one to accompany to study!
Song Yu was expressionless.
Suddenly, there was a flash on the right hand side, and it turned in his direction.
He turned his head without worry, and saw that it was a girl with a ponytail and wearing a middle school uniform. He probably realized that he had forgotten to turn off the flash and was too embarrassed after the filming. He buried his head in the pile of books and did not dare to look at him.
Song Yu didn't speak, and looked down at the development of the post.
40l poster: I took it... I feel... a bit deja vu!
41l: Go up and up, let me see who is so shameless, I worked so hard to catch up with homework. What are they doing? Disgusting, tired and crooked, quickly release the picture. After releasing it, the brothers will "shame" button In the reply.
...
42l original poster: [图]
The picture is a teenager sitting at the side of the cake shop, bowing his head absent-mindedly playing with his mobile phone, his hair is light and soft, his skin is white, his well-behaved appearance is matched with a cold expression, and he looks uncomfortable.
Simultaneously.
43l Your husband Yu brother: I
"..."
For a moment, this lively post was silent.
Immediately afterwards, the forum rioted.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha and Brother Yu are so handsome
At this time, someone manually cue41l's brother, [the picture is shown, 41l brother said something, the id longbow is not afraid of long. 】
...
57l Longbow is not afraid to grow: handsome.
58l Longbow is not afraid of being long: who can't praise this handsome guy?
Every word seemed to come from shaking hands.
The reply below is particularly uniform.
In a row.
【Shame】