Chapter 83: Who rolls back to City A

The singing and dancing in the auditorium are lively and warm. As soon as he went out, the cold wind swept the night and pressed his skin, and he was a little sober.
Song Yu put on his school uniform, closed the zipper, covered his cold pupils with thick eyelashes, and walked to the agreed place.
Qin Mo said sitting and chatting--Song Yu didn't have any communication with this scum, as he did to Ou Yilian.
He can open his eyes and close his eyes when everything hasn't happened, but the malignancy of such people is written in his bones.
If you want to have a chat, let's have a chat.
The performance in the first class of the second year of the high school was over when the party just started.
Qin Mo asked him to meet in a rest room in the backstage of the auditorium.
When entering, Qin Mo sat on the sofa and took off his suit for going on stage. He looked well-dressed.
Song Yu closed the door, met his gaze, walked over and sat down calmly.
"I thought you would not come."
Qin Mo's eyes curled, and he smiled affectionately: "Why did you suddenly change sex? It was Uncle Song who called you and finally convinced you not to be so hostile to me?"
Song Yu's sitting posture was lazy, and his expression was quite normal. He couldn't tell that he was looking for something. His tone was calm and quiet: "Don't fix this, I'll give you a chance first. Let me explain everything about Friday night. "
Qin Mo didn't change his expression, and said, "Friday night? What happened?"
Song Yu curled his lips, his lips were thin, and he had a ridiculous sense of irony: "Qin Mo, you are investigating me very deeply. You even found out about my childhood."
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, slightly puzzled: "I don't know what you are talking about?"
Song Yu: "The auditorium, rainstorm days, darkness, I don't know that these three things are so useful to me."
Qin Mo seemed to be stupefied and stunned to the end, showing a concerned look: "Are you trapped in the auditorium on Friday night?"
Song Yu: "Yes, the signal jammers are all installed, and you do it pretty well."
After this conversation, Song Yu was completely calm and not as irritable as usual, but it gave people a more dangerous feeling, like a magma gushing under a thin layer of ice.
Qin Mo's eyes flashed, and he exhaled deeply and said, "Since I call myself your brother, I won't hurt you. You can distrust me, but I really haven't done this. Whether it's a prank or not, I will ask the person you trapped."
Song Yu smiled: "What do you ask? He's a black fan? It's not pleasing to see me in First Middle School. I want to cheat me as a joke. Who knows that I have such a big reaction?
It's easy to explain, to get rid of the relationship. After all, there are many people who are unhappy with him. To be honest, Song Yu came to Qin Mo today, not to force him to admit it.
"Don't, you don't need to explain. I have to thank you for creating such a good environment for being alone with Xie Sui."
Qin Mo was taken aback.
Song Yu said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't recognize my heart."
Qin Mo looked straight at him, the corners of his lips slowly pursed, as if he didn't want to talk about the topic, and said, "Stop for a while, do you want to drink something?"
"No, don't you always want to talk to me?" Song Yu simply opened the skylight and said brightly, smiling: "Then just have a chat. Tell you clearly, even if Xie Sui doesn't like me, he won't be with me in the end. Together, it’s not your turn. Can playing with other people’s feelings bring you pleasure—the inferior pleasure that Qin Jia teaches you?"
Qin Mo's kind appearance couldn't be maintained anymore. From Song Yu to Xie Sui, nameless anger spread.
Now Song Yu's words have even poked his painful foot, and the drooping pupils are full of storm.
Song Yu's lazily fingers hooked over the cup on the table, seeming to say something very boring and boring: "I don't know where your superiority comes from, so please accept that kind of hunting game mentality. . Even if you want to chase after Xie Sui, what would you compare with me? Personality, appearance, and even the family background you have always been proud of indulging in your nonsense?"
Qin Mo pointed his finger on the table, and was finally irritated by him first, with a mocking tone: "Whoever I am after will have your turn."
Song Yu stood up slowly, his eyelids were thin, and his eyes were sharp and cold when he looked at people: "If you didn't rush to die, you thought I would notice you."
Qin Mo: "You worry about this, why don't you worry about your own illness." At this point, his uplifted tone of voice fell down because of his anger, and he smiled unclearly and his eyes were cold and mean: "Don't just worry about terminal illness. Toss, if you accidentally toss yourself to death, it is not worth the gain, you are right, Song Yu."
"The gain is not worth the loss." Song Yu repeated his words softly. He glanced at the things on the table, two bottles of expensive wine, and raised his eyes slightly: "Sit down and drink something, so are you going to drink for me?"
Qin Mo said ironically, "Do you dare?"
Song Yu didn't answer his question, he sneered, holding a bottle of wine in his hand: "I was talking nonsense with you before, because I think, if you know that I can't make a calculation, it will let me know what I think of Xie Sui. , I guess I will be to death."
Qin Mo stared at him, his muscles tense, his breathing was short, and his skin was shaking.
Song Yu said softly, "I dare not."
The cold white lamp shone on the boy. He stood up straight, tall and thin, like green pine grass. Holding the wine bottle, his wrists are delicate and pale, with faint blue blood vessels visible.
"I believe you also know my second weakness, I can't drink."
Qin Mo's pupils widened slightly, his fingers involuntarily grasped the edge of the sofa.
He suddenly felt that such Song Yu was a bit strange.
Song Yu leaned over, his expression cold and harsh, like a living hades, his tone of deep cold with a knife in every word.
"But it also depends on you, whether you have the ability to bring wine to my mouth."
At the same time, Song Yu grabbed Qin Mo by the collar and slammed the bottle directly up, decisively and brutally.
The bottle shattered, and the shards reflected dazzling light.
The severe pain stimulated his brain, and Qin Mo was as scared as he was, his pupils shrunk to a point, and then burst out suddenly, shouting, "Song Yu"
Depressed for a long time, the thin ice shattered and magma broke out completely under the ice.
Song Yu stopped what he wanted to say, his eyes quenched, calmed the anger in his heart and smiled and said, "Look at it, who is going back to city a."
Song Yu went out, his school uniform was wet with alcohol, so he took it off and put it in his arm.
In fact, he couldn't bear the smell of alcohol, his head was smoked and he was a little uncomfortable, and his body was just right. Suddenly he exerted his strength, and the feeling of weakness also came like a tide, causing him to frown slightly.
He didn't take a few steps before he heard the girl's screams. The movement of the fight was not small, and it will soon attract people. Qin Mo will be found out soon when he is dying and sent to the hospital.
Then tomorrow will be another long confrontation.
Song Yu was not afraid of him, and did not even need to fabricate any reasons. Looked down at the phone and paused the recording.
Qin Mo thought it was seamless, but with the appearance of the signal blocker, he could find many things along the clues. Qin Mo came to Jingcheng because he came out of the closet to avoid the limelight. If the Qin family knew that he provokes the Song family for a man, it is not certain who will be taken away.
"Cinderella" plays the final chapter in the auditorium. When Song Yu walked to the door, he did not walk in. He leaned against the wall and looked at the group of people jumping for joy on the stage.
After everyone's whimsical tampering, the last scene was made into a wedding.
The prince and princess walked into the hall of happiness, the animals were huddled together and eating melon seeds, and the stepmother and step sister scolded and swept the floor beside them.
The fairy godmother wielded a magic wand with stars and acted as a wedding host, saying: "Now I will testify for you."
She did not play the cards according to common sense, and asked with a smile: "Who arranged for you to come this far."
Cinderella said: "It's a school, a teacher, and a New Year's Day party."
The prince said: "Our food and clothing parent Song, if it weren't for a lot of shit, the story would have been over."
The whole audience laughed.
Song Yu looked outside, bending his lips.
After the testimony, the wedding march began to sound, romantic and solemn.
Song Yu suddenly remembered. At first, he suggested using suona as the background music. It was more festive and joyful. As soon as it was released, it felt that someone asked the entrance of the village to set up two tables for dinner.
Jiang Chunian was so scared that he almost bit his tongue. He went to intercede with Xie Sui and asked Xie Sui to persuade him. He was so scared that he couldn't explain his words: "Thank God, I died. Brother Yu is going to let the wedding suona, please stop this genius. ."
Xie Sui was also amused, the coldness in Peach Blossom's eyes melted, the corners of her lips twitched, and she tilted her head to ask him, "So you like this?"
Song Yu didn't like it either.
In fact, he just said a little too much, but no one dared to refute it.
Of course, this genius idea was not implemented in the end.
The dark night and snowflakes appeared on the screen behind the stage, and the story ended in the eyes of Cinderella and the prince smiling and looking at each other.
Suddenly he wanted to see Xie Sui very much, lost in his heart and feeling unconcealed.
Xie Sui knows that he likes him too, but what does it mean to him that he is like this?
"Inexplicably approaching and showing goodwill are all coveting your looks."
--"you too?"
— "Of course I am not!"
The sure and clear speech rang in his ears, Song Yu closed his eyes, he really dug a hole for himself.
After Cinderella's performance, flowers exploded in the class.
[The lights are as it used to be: Uuuuu is finally over, my God, my hand holding the broom is shaking in the last scene. 】
[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: Celebration party! Celebration! Celebration! Hurry up and choose a place, we will spend this New Year’s Day together [Little Panda Lifting the Windmill]]
[It’s late: here your husband Yu, Song Dao, husband, Yu, where are we going to celebrate the holidays [狗头]]
[You wait for me: I propose to eat hot pot! A new one opened on Linqing Street, and the reviews are very good! 】
Song Yudian went in and read the content. He didn't reply. He took the phone and walked out. When he quit, he saw Xie Sui's message coming.
[Xie Sui: Sorry, I’m late, are you in the auditorium now]
Song Yu was taken aback. In his current mood, seeing the name Xie Sui, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.
Fingertips touched the cold screen. Calm down the mess.
[Song Yu: No, I'm out now, if you go here, you should be able to meet]
[Xie Sui: Yes]
After solving Qin Mo's matter, it should be Xie Sui's matter.
"I seem to like him already."
So when did it start?
Song Yu didn't know either.
I just waited for the reaction and seemed to like it.
He walked outside, fearing that he would be too nervous at that time, so when Ma Xiaoding called the phone, he answered it incidentally.
Ma Xiaoding seemed to be very lively there, and everyone was talking noisily.
Ma Xiaoding had to face the phone and shouted to him: "Brother Yu, we are deciding what to eat later. Half of the people suggested hot pot and half of them suggested barbecue. What do you think, let me say that these two parties are simply sick. Hot pot and barbecue are not. Are they all the same, but they both dislike each other. Eating hot pot dislikes barbecue trouble, eating barbecue dislikes hot pot tastes great, and it can be pulled for any reason. For beef batch, I choose Mala Tang."
Song Yu listened absently. He went outside and saw Xie Sui.
Xie Sui stood under the sculpture at the school gate, next to a cold street lamp, wearing a windbreaker and slender legs.
He was lowering his head and lighting his fingers on the screen, his eyelashes drooping, his expression lazy and cold.
Ma Xiaoding is still pressing: "I don't understand them, but everyone has different preferences. Brother Yu, you can choose one. You can choose whatever you like."
The word "like" touched his a little numb nerve. Song Yu held the phone and prepared to speak: "I choose..."
On the other side, Xie Sui seemed to be aware of him, raised his head, his eyes curled up and smiled, like the first bloom of ice and snow, his eyes gleaming.
The words in the throat stopped instantly.
Ma Xiaoding: "Brother Yu, what do you choose? The whole class is listening with ears erect and waiting for your instructions. Be louder!-Hey hey hey"
"All--"
Song Yu directly hung up.
Like a bolt of lightning struck the body, blessing to the soul, the hemp from the scalp to the toes was completely recognized.
He chose Xie Sui.