Song Yu thought of Qin Mo, but quickly controlled his emotions and did not show any obvious anger.
He lowered his head, eyelashes drooping, and ate quietly.
He didn't want Xie Sui to notice that something was wrong.
The events of his previous life became a haze in his heart, but he had promised Xie Sui that he would no longer dwell on the past, so he didn't want him to know about this matter and would handle it himself.
Xie Sui was waiting for him to speak, and his eyes were fixed on him.
But Song Yu said nothing. His face, which had just recovered from his illness, was pale and fragile, and his brows were furrowed.
The meal was silent. Xie Sui couldn't count on him anymore, so he decided to break the silence first: "Shouldn't you tell me about what happened yesterday?"
What happened yesterday?
Song Yu was still a little confused when she heard his words. She calmed down her inner panic and pretended to be calm and said, "Oh, it was just an accident. I went back to get something, and the man closed the door too quickly."
Xie Sui smiled: "Accident?"
Song Yu said vaguely: "Yeah."
Xie Sui stared at him for a few seconds with his dark eyes. Seeing that he really intended to handle the matter himself, he did not ask any more questions. He just slowly withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Is that so? I thought this was a scene specially arranged by Director Song for us."
Song Yu looked at him, and for the first time, she didn't feel angry or embarrassed. Instead, she felt a sense of frustration and depression. He pulled his lip in boredom and lowered his head.
They knew each other when they were so young, and they were friends until death in their previous life, which means that the love Xie Sui talked about was indeed the kind of love between friends.
Song Yu sighed inwardly, and changed the subject in a bad mood, saying, "I'll be back soon. Thank you for taking care of me last night."
Compared to the current look of him hiding something and looking worried, Xie Sui still likes the one who was confused by the fever yesterday. But he didn't expose it, nodded and smiled: "Okay, see you on Monday."
Song Yu was going home on Saturday. He sat in the car, looking outside. In winter, everything in Jingcheng seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog. The car window was open and the wind outside was cold. 008 said a lot of nonsense that didn't make his point clear, but one sentence still touched his heart, "That was all in the last life."
But even in the previous life, although he had no impression of it at all, Qin Mo was the one who killed him.
...It's not so easy to settle this account.
Song Yu didn't blink, his expression was as cold as ice.
008 has gone to see the Lord God again, and the next time he comes back to deal with him, the means might not be so kind.
Will you just send him away?
...Does he want to leave?
He said he liked Xie Sui?
When did you fall in love with it?
"Master, did you encounter something unhappy at school?"
Uncle Ma held the steering wheel and asked in confusion.
Song Yu was brought back to his senses by his voice. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, "Uncle Ma, do you still remember the friend I told you about when we first met?"
Uncle Ma was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I remember that when the young master first came to Jingcheng, he kept running to Lianyun Street and often asked me to pick him up late at night. Is that the man?"
Song Yu also smiled, but his eyes were a little dazed: "Yes, it's him."
He raised his lower lip, not looking like he was smiling, and spoke softly.
“It wasn’t exactly a first-time hit.”
...is an old friend.
As for Qin Mo, even if all the evidence was presented to the school, they might not be able to punish him, and it could even be considered a slightly excessive joke. After all, it was just one night of being trapped in the auditorium. Even Song Yu himself didn't expect that he would feel so uncomfortable in there.
It seems that Qin Mo's investigation into him was quite in-depth.
Qin Mo has the Qin family behind him, so of course he can only ask his brother for help with this matter.
The phone could not be called to his father. Mr. Song was so irritable that if he knew that he was being made difficult, he would definitely bring the person back to City A and keep him under his nose as soon as possible.
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 didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You have a very rich spare time in high school. You even used it in the investigation."
Song Yu: "Investigate Qin Mo."
Song Xu was stunned and repeated the name: "Qin Mo? Why does this name sound so familiar to me?"
Song Yu sighed: "Of course you are familiar with him, the fourth child in the Qin family."
Song Xu pondered for a moment, came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's him, but one of you is in City A and the other is in City Jing, how did he offend you from such a distance?"
Song Yu lowered his eyes, his gaze was cold: "He transferred to Jingcheng a few days ago."
"kindness?"
Song Yu said, "Let's just say that we are destined to be in conflict and hate each other. He schemed against me yesterday and trapped me in the auditorium, and I want to get him too."
Song Xu: “…”
Song Xu: "You," he chose his words carefully, not knowing how to persuade his beloved brother, and hadn't organized his words yet.
Song Yu had already said the following words: "Brother, did I have any shadows about rainstorms when I was a child?"
All the words of persuasion were taken back.
Song Xu was stunned on the other end of the phone and remembered something.
After Song Yu fell into the water on the island, he had been isolating himself, either lying on the hospital bed or curled up in the bedroom. For a long time, he felt like he had lost his soul. But before he fell into the water, he was lively and healthy. There were only two accidents during his childhood that made the whole family panic. One time was when I accidentally drank some wine, and the other time was when I was locked in the classroom on a rainy day.
When the driver went to pick him up, he found him pale and very weak. He was so shocked that he called back immediately. At that time, his family guessed that he might have a little claustrophobia.
Although the Song family has blocked a lot of public opinion about these two things before the age of six, fearing that they would have a bad influence on Song Yu, if someone really investigated, they would still be able to find out.
Thinking about it this way, the kid from the Qin family might have done it on purpose.
Song Xu frowned and said anxiously, "You were locked in the auditorium alone in the rain yesterday? How are you feeling now?"
Song Yu was very frank and said calmly, "I have a fever, but I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
He didn't sound sick, so Song Xu felt relieved. He said in a low voice, "You just said that the Qin family is the fourth child, and that reminded me of it. I heard that he transferred to another school because he had a boyfriend in high school and came out. The old man of the Qin family wanted to break his legs, so he went to Jingcheng to avoid the limelight. After all, it was the Qin family that made such a fuss about it."
Song Yu closed his eyes and was stunned. It turned out that there was such a story behind Qin Mo's transfer to Jingcheng.
"Qin Mo is young, but he has bad intentions." Song Xu said, "You don't have to deal with this matter directly. I will help you deal with it. If it is true, the Qin family must give us an explanation no matter what."
Song Yu said: "Yes."
He turned off his phone, his eyes were as sharp as knives, but his expression was cold.
Once the problem with the Qin family is solved, he will not be polite to Qin Mo in Jingcheng.
I keep pestering him to sit down and talk, so... let's have a good talk.
It's Monday, and it's already deep winter, and the weather is getting colder. When walking outside, every breath you exhale seems to create fog, and the wind feels like a knife blowing on your face.
Ma Xiaoding rushed in from outside the classroom, holding two hot water cups in his arms. He had goose bumps all over his body from the cold. He sat down and shivered. "Oh my god, I just stood for a long time to listen to their conversation in order to find out the enemy's situation. In the end, I didn't hear about Liang Zhu's situation, but I heard a lot of gossip about Brother Yu."
Song Yu turned a page of the English book and pursed his lips when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words.
Xi Bowen's eyes widened: "What gossip?"
Ma Xiaoding: "It was Friday night. Brother Yu was locked in the auditorium. Xie Shen was so worried that he called everyone, even to me." He was scolded by Song Yu last time, so of course he didn't make up a story. He said, "What a touching brotherhood. But the rumors outside were twisted into such a distorted story. Alas, the world is going downhill."
Xi Bowen laughed: "The transmission was distorted, but you still stood there for so long? Are you addicted to it?"
Ma Xiaoding looked at Song Yu's profile in front of him and lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it just to hear how twisted they can be? Let me tell you what the girls in Class 3 said. Brother Yu was trapped in the dark classroom, trembling, and Xie Shen came like a savior and pulled him out of the darkness. A man and a woman were alone, and a wonderful atmosphere spread."
Xi Bowen: “???”
Xi Bowen: "Do you feel that this plot is familiar? Isn't this what Brother Yu told me when we watched the horror movie?"
Ma Xiaoding realized it belatedly and slammed the table, his mouth opening as wide as an egg: "Fuck! So everything is within Brother Yu's expectations - woooo." Xi Bowen covered his mouth to stop him from making such suicidal remarks.
Song Yu twirled the pen with his slender hands, his eyebrows and eyes delicate and indifferent, while the two people behind him were farting.
He now controlled himself not to think about Xie Sui and tried to focus his thoughts on Qin Mo.
He looked at the alarm clock, the minute hand was moving slowly, and he counted slowly in his mind.
The New Year's Day party starts at seven o'clock.
Everyone started to enter at six o'clock.
As Old Cheng led them over, he looked at everyone with drooping eyelids and said unhappily, "The weather forecast says it might snow tonight, why are you still wearing so little? If you catch a cold and do poorly on the final exam, I won't save your face at the parent-teacher conference."
Everyone laughed and said, "Teacher, can you say something nice?"
Song Yu glanced back and frowned.
Xie Sui hasn't come yet.
He took another day off today?
But didn't he promise to come?
The air conditioner was on in the auditorium, and after it was full of people, Song Yu even felt a little hot.
He took off his school uniform, revealing a turtleneck sweater and jeans, which made the boy look tall and thin.
Class Three performed before them. They played Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai on stage. I don’t know if it was because of stage fright or something, but the class flower ended up stuttering during the performance. With a red face, he finished the whole performance. But it was his performance that made the fight hilarious.
The next show is the group chorus of Class 7, and soon it will be Class 1. Ma Xiaoding is waiting backstage to go on stage.
Xi Bowen sat next to him, chewing potato chips: "If Class 3 also had a stricter director who watched them practice more, this probably wouldn't happen."
Song Yu said lazily: "Not all directors are as talented as me."
Xi Bowen said: "Not all talented directors can arrange their own work."
Song Yu sneered: "Are you starting to be naughty too?"
After chatting with him casually, Song Yu flipped through his phone when it vibrated slightly.
A strange message finally came back.
He curled his lips lightly, with an unnoticeable coldness in the darkness.
He picked up his school uniform and stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."
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