Chapter 82: Monday night

Song Yu thought of Qin Mo, but quickly stopped his emotions without showing obvious anger.
He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped, and ate quietly.
He didn't want Xie Sui to see that something was wrong.
The matter of the previous life became a haze in the bottom of my heart, but he promised Xie Sui, no longer entangled in the past, then he didn't want to let him know about this matter, and would handle it himself.
Xie Sui was waiting for him to speak, and his eyes kept falling on him.
But Song Yu didn't say a word, his face pale and fragile after his illness, his brows furrowed.
A meal was silent. Xie Sui couldn't count on him anymore, and decided to break the calm first: "You shouldn't tell me what happened yesterday?"
What happened yesterday?
Song Yuzha was still a little confused when he heard what he said. He stabilized the panic in his heart and pretended to be calm and said: "Oh, it was an accident. I went back to get things, and the man closed the door too fast."
Xie Sui smiled: "An accident?"
Song Yu was vague: "En."
Xie Sui's dark eyes fixedly stared at him for a few seconds, to see if he really planned to deal with the matter by himself, and he didn't ask questions, but slowly withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Well, I thought it was Director Song. A scene specially arranged for us."
Song Yu looked at him. For the first time, he was not angered or embarrassed. Instead, a feeling of frustration emerged in his heart. He tossed his lower lip dumbly and lowered his head.
They knew each other when they were young, and they were friends all their lives. It shows that the likes Xie Sui said are really the kind of likes among friends.
Song Yu sighed and changed the subject in a bad mood and said, "I'm going back later, thank you, you took care of me last night."
Xie Sui still likes him who was so burnt yesterday that he seemed to be worried at first glance. But he didn't break it, nodded and smiled: "Okay, see you Monday."
Song Yu is going home on Saturday. He was sitting in the car and looking outside. In winter, everything in Jingcheng seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog. The window was open, and the wind outside was freezing cold. 008 said a mess of unsatisfactory words, but there was still a sentence in his heart, "It was all about the last life."
But even in the previous life, even though he had no impression, Qin Mo was the one who killed him.
.......This account is so easy to settle.
Song Yu's eyes didn't blink, his expression as cold as frost.
008 went to find the Lord God again, and the next time I came back to deal with him, it might not be so kind.
Will you send him away directly?
........Does he want to leave?
He said he likes Xie Sui?
When did you like it again?
"Master encountered something unhappy in school, right?"
Uncle Ma held the steering wheel and asked suspiciously.
Song Yu was awakened by his voice. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Ma, do you still remember the friend I met you when I told you?"
Uncle Ma was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "Remember, the young master ran to Lianyun Street when he first came to Jingcheng, and he often asked me to pick him up at night, is that the person."
Song Yu also smiled, but his eyes were a little dazed: "Well, it's him."
He curled his lower lip, not smiling, and said softly.
"Actually, it's not like hitting it off."
........ is the old friend.
To deal with Qin Mo, even if all the human and physical evidence were placed in front of the school, it would not necessarily be punished, and it could even be attributed to a slightly excessive joke. After all, it was just stuck in the auditorium for one night. Even Song Yu himself didn't expect that he would be so uncomfortable there.
It seems that Qin Mo's investigation into him is quite deep.
Qin Mo is behind the Qin family. Of course, he can only ask his brother for this matter.
He couldn't call his dad. Mr. Song became so irritable. Knowing that he was making things difficult, he would definitely pull the person back to City A and put him under his nose immediately.
His brother is now abroad. When he received the call, he was a little surprised: "Why are you calling me suddenly?"
Song Yu said, "Brother, please help me investigate someone."
Song Xu couldn't laugh or cry: "You have a rich amateur life in high school, and you have used it for investigation."
Song Yu: "Investigate Qin Mo."
Song Xu was stunned, repeating the name in his mouth: "Qin Mo? How come I am so familiar with this name?"
Song Yu sighed, "Of course you are familiar with it. The Qin family is ranked fourth."
Song Xu pondered for a while, recovered, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's him, but you are in city a and in Jingcheng, how did he provoke you all over the world?"
Song Yu looked down, his eyes cold: "He moved to Jingcheng a few days ago."
"Yep?"
Song Yu said: "Let's just say that. We are guilty of fate and we are tired of seeing each other. Yesterday he counted me out and trapped me in the auditorium. I want to him."
Song Xu: "..."
Song Xu: "You," he considered his words, and didn't know how to persuade his precious brother. He hadn't organized the language yet.
Song Yu's later words have already been said: "Brother, did I have any shadow on the rainstorm when I was a child?"
All the words of persuasion were taken back.
Song Xu was stunned on the phone, and remembered something.
Song Yu kept shutting himself up after falling into the water on the island, either lying in a hospital bed or shrinking in the bedroom, for a long period of time like losing seven souls and six souls. But before falling into the water, he was alive and healthy, and only two accidents caused the whole family to panic when he was young. Once I drank a sip of wine by accident, and once I was locked in the classroom on a rainy day.
When the driver went to pick him up, he found that he was pale and completely vain, so he called him back in shock. At that time, the family guessed that he might be a little claustrophobic.
These two things before the age of six, although the Song family had blocked a lot of public opinion, for fear of having a bad influence on Song Yu, if someone really investigates it, they can still be found.
Thinking about it this way, the kid from the Qin family might have done it deliberately.
Song Xu frowned, his voice was anxious: "You were locked in the auditorium on a rainy day by yourself yesterday? How are you now?"
Song Yu was very frank and said lightly: "I have a fever, but just sleep."
Listening to his voice does not seem to be sick. Song Xu is a little relieved, his voice is very low: "You just said that the Qin family ranked fourth, and I remembered it. I heard that he was transferring because he had a boyfriend in high school. After coming out, the old man of the Qin family can't wait to break his leg. Jingcheng, who went to avoid the limelight, was the Qin family who didn't laugh at the beginning."
Song Yu closed his eyes, for a moment, daring to feel that Qin Mo transferred to Jingcheng for a while.
"Qin Mo is young, and his mind is not good." Song Xu said, "You don't need to deal with this directly, I will help you deal with it. If it is true, the Qin family will have to give us an explanation."
Song Yu said: "En."
He turned off the phone, his eyes looked like a knife, but his expression was cold.
Once Qin's side settled, then in Jingcheng's side, he would not be polite to Qin Mo.
I've been pestering him and said to sit down and talk, then... let's talk.
Monday, it is now deep winter, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Walking outside, he took a breath, as if it could fog up, and the wind blew a knife on his face.
Ma Xiaoding rushed in from outside the classroom, holding two hot water cups in his arms, got up with the cold goose bumps, sat down, and shivered: "Ma, I just stood there for a long time to listen to them chatting to find out about the enemy. , But I didn’t hear Liang Zhu’s situation, but listened to a bunch of gossip about Brother Yu."
Song Yu turned the pages of an English book, and when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words, his lips twitched.
Xi Bowen's eyes widened: "What gossip?"
Ma Xiaoding: "It's Friday night, isn't Brother Yu locked up in the auditorium? Thanks to God, he was mad, and he called one by one, and even called me." He was just received by Song Yuxun last time, of course he didn't talk nonsense. , Said: "What a touching brotherhood. What is the result of the distortion of the spread, alas, the world is getting worse."
Xi Bowen smiled: "The spread is distorted, you still stand there for so long? Addicted to it?"
Ma Xiaoding glanced at Song Yu’s profile in front of him, and said in a low voice,
Isn’t it just to hear how they can be distorted? Let me tell you the original words of the three girls, Yu brother is trapped in the dark classroom, Shaking, thank God rushing over like a savior, pulling him out of the darkness, lonely, and a wonderful atmosphere spreading."
Xi's blog post: "???"
Xi Bowen: "Do you think this plot is a bit familiar? Isn't this what Brother Yu told me when I watched the ghost movie?"
Ma Xiaoding later realized that he patted the table, his mouth widened and turned into a duck egg: "Fuck! So everything is as expected by Brother Yu-woo woo." Xi Bowen covered his mouth to stop him from making a deadly speech.
Song Yu's slender hand turned the pen, his eyebrows were delicate and indifferent, when the two people behind were farting.
He now controlled himself not to think about Xie Sui, and tried to focus his thinking on Qin Mo.
Looking at the alarm clock, the minute hand slowly turned, and he slowly counted in his heart.
The New Year's Day party starts at seven o'clock.
Everyone starts entering at six o'clock.
As Lao Cheng was leading them, he dangled his eyelids, glanced at the crowd, and said dissatisfied: "The weather forecast says it might snow tonight. Are you still wearing that? If you catch a cold, the final exam is bad, the parents will meet. I won't save face."
Everyone laughed: "Teacher, can you say something nice."
Song Yu glanced back and frowned.
Xie Sui hasn't come yet.
He took leave again today?
But didn't he promise that he would come?
The air conditioner was turned on in the auditorium, and Song Yu even felt a little hot after it was full.
Taking off his school uniform, a turtleneck sweater and jeans lined the boy with a long and thin figure.
The third class's program was ahead of them. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai staged the stage. I don't know if it was stage fright or what, but classmate Cao froze. Blushing, the performance was over. But it was his performance that made a laugh and fight.
The next stage is the collective chorus of Class 7, and it will be Class One soon. Ma Xiaoding is waiting in the backstage to play.
Xi Bowen sat beside him chewing potato chips: "If there is a strict director in Class 3, watch them practice more, I guess it won't be the case."
Song Yu is lazy: "Not all directors are as talented as me."
Xi Bowen said: "Not all talented directors can arrange themselves."
Song Yu sneered: "Are you also beginning to get skinny?"
He casually gave him a mouthful, the phone vibrated slightly, and Song Yu flipped the phone.
An unfamiliar message finally came back.
He faintly curled his lower lip, imperceptibly cold in the darkness.
He picked up his school uniform and got up: "I'll go to the toilet."