Song Yu was always worried about Xie Sui's condition, and was absent-minded when he ate dinner at night.
He picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks, held it in his mouth, and chewed for half a minute without eating much of the rice.
Grandma Meng looked at him, shook her head, sighed, but didn't say anything to him.
After perfunctorily finishing her meal and taking a shower, Song Yu hurried upstairs and returned to her room. The first thing she did was to send a message to Xie Sui.
A bunch of words were chattering away.
【Song Yu: Are you okay? 】
[Song Yu: The more I think about your condition during the day, the more I feel something is wrong. Are you possessed? 】
[Song Yu: Can you sleep tonight? 】
[Song Yu: Do you want me to chant the Great Compassion Mantra for you? Or I can call you and read you a passage about the core values of socialism.]
The worry was almost showing through the screen.
This is totally different from the straight male behavior of expressing concern with a "."
As expected, treating your deskmate is always different.
When Xie Sui received the message.
Clearing emails, all of which contain information about the Song family. He had gone to great lengths to obtain the documents specifically for investigating Song Yu, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Lowering his eyes to the phone screen, Xie Sui replied briefly.
【Xie Sui: It’s alright】
Song Yu didn't believe it. He was so scared in the haunted house, like he had lost his soul. It would be strange if he was okay.
He continued to express concern.
[Song Yu: Don’t be shy, we are just friends. I won’t tell anyone that you are afraid of ghosts]
Xie Sui smiled.
Then I made a phone call directly.
Song Yu's phone suddenly vibrated, and he was so scared that he sat up from the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked the answer button.
Xie Sui's voice came through the phone, cold and magnetic: "Song Yu."
Song Yu's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
After remembering my purpose. Immediately he sat up again: "Uh-huh, how are you?"
Xie Sui chuckled, teasing his feelings, and asked, "Are you that worried about me?"
Song Yu: "Yeah, something was wrong with you at that time. I think you're going to have a nightmare tonight."
Xie Sui leaned back in his chair, holding the mouse in his other hand, which stopped at a photo. The picture above shows Song Yu when she was a child. Even when she made a ferocious face to the camera, she was still incredibly cute.
His dark eyes lit up with a smile.
"That's true. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Song Yu gave him some advice: "When do you usually go to bed? I can chant for you and hang up the phone after you fall asleep."
Xie Sui laughed: "Are you sure?" Listening to Song Yu's voice, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep all night.
Song Yu: "Of course. What do you want to hear? I'll search Baidu for you. Diamond Sutra or Socialist Core Values."
Xie Sui curled his lips and said calmly, "Read a passage of Lagrange's mean value theorem."
Song Yu: “???”
Song Yu: “…”
Did Xie Sui do this on purpose?
Every time he heard these eight words, he felt extremely ashamed. It was a dark history.
He held the phone in silence for a long time.
"You really want to listen?"
"Um."
Song Yu pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, but he had already agreed, so it was not easy to regret. He actually got out of bed, ran to the computer, and searched on Baidu.
He muttered, "I'm reading from the encyclopedia. You'd better lie down on the bed, put on your headphones, and try to go to sleep early... But how can you fall asleep listening to this?"
Xie Sui stood on the balcony, looking down at Jingcheng at night, listening carefully to the voice of the boy opposite him, and said with a low smile: "Read it."
Song Yu looked worried on the other end of the phone.
"Then I'll start. Lagrange's mean value theorem, also known as Lagrange's theorem, is one of the basic theorems in differential calculus..."
The night is dark and the moon is round and bright.
The osmanthus flowers under the residential building are in bloom, bringing a faint fragrance with the night breeze. Song Yu's voice was clear and warm, dispelling the fear and despair brought about life and death, separation, and missed opportunities.
Xie Sui stood on the balcony, lowered his eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He placed his fingers on the fence and tapped it twice, as if he was recalling something across the years.
"Then in the open interval a to b, there is a point 3 before it, which is greater than a and less than b..."
I recalled the first time we met in Linshui, a handsome young man who looked as cold as ice under the light and shadow.
He was bending over to write the test paper in the milk tea shop.
Or on a quiet street, pull him aside and threaten someone.
Midsummer jumped off the wall and fell into the wind in my arms.
Too many.
Xie Sui said, "Okay."
Song Yu was finally freed from this torture. After taking a breath, he asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Xie Sui: "Yeah, a little bit."
Song Yu: "Then go to sleep quickly."
Xie Sui said: "Do you still remember what you asked me today?"
Song Yu clicked his tongue and said, "Remember, I asked you if you were afraid of ghosts, and you said no. I'm embarrassed, but I'm not ashamed. Normal people would be afraid of mysterious things like ghosts and gods."
"good."
Song Yu began to nag: "No, I noticed that you didn't react that much to the heads and blood in front of you. It was only when you saw the grave at the end that you started to get scared. Are you afraid of the dead?"
Xie Sui smiled and said calmly, "Maybe he's afraid of death."
Song Yu was stunned for a second, and began to comfort him: "Wow, don't worry, everyone will die sooner or later anyway, just be open-minded. Why do we become more philosophical the more we talk?"
Xie Sui said without explaining anything. He looked ahead with cold eyes, but said softly, "Okay, I'm not worried." He almost whispered, his voice gentle, "Good night, Yu Yu."
Metaphor.
Song Yu almost lost his grip on the phone. His ears turned slightly red, and he felt a little embarrassed: "What are you yelling about?"
In the distance are thousands of lights.
The cold wind blew up from the bottom of the wall.
Xie Sui lowered his head and gave a short, ambiguous laugh.
This is where he first learned about life and death.
When I was a child, a rainstorm that split the sky and the earth, and the woman who jumped down from it, became an image that I will never forget in my lifetime.
Everything in this world except life and death is trivial. In fact, life and death are trivial matters.
Now again, recognition.
There is an old saying that describes being together till death do us part.
Xie Sui turned off his phone and walked towards the room.
——Not even death can separate us.
[Brother Yu didn't go looking for trouble with No. 13 Middle School, but Yao Rui came to get beaten up? 】
Main post: Don’t mention it, a friend of mine is almost being annoyed to death by his younger brother. He asked all kinds of questions about Brother Yu's background and the places he usually went to, and said he wanted to challenge him to a fight. What the hell, does he think Brother Yu will pay attention to him?
1l:? ? ? The exams are approaching this month, and Brother Yu is in the library all day and night, oblivious to what is happening outside, so he probably doesn't know.
2l: The students in No. 13 Middle School are all garbage.
3l: Stop talking. I heard that they are planning to block the entrance of the library in the afternoon and fight with Brother Yu.
4l: Fuck, anyone who commits a crime against me will be killed, no matter how ugly he is. Quickly call Master Miejue and ask him to protect my husband!
5l: I hope he's okay. My husband just hurt his hand a few days ago.
Song Yu did injure his hand a week ago.
While playing basketball, a dog suddenly rushed out on the playground, scaring him so much that he fell to the ground and sprained his wrist.
The whole playground was shocked at that time.
It was Xie Sui who strode over with a cold look and helped him to the infirmary.
He wasn't allowed to write for the next week, and Xie Sui basically took care of all his homework, which was quite cool.
From then on, his every move in physical education class was under Xie Sui's surveillance, and he could no longer move freely.
After finally removing the bandages, he felt that he was completely healed. However, Xie Sui even controlled the time he could write. He could only move his right hand for two hours, and the rest of the review time was only for reading.
As the semester gets closer to the end at Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School, the exams become more frequent.
Monthly and weekly exams, one after another.
Song Yu can be said to be physically disabled but mentally strong.
I go to the school library every Saturday to review and study.
Of course, he would not allow himself to be tortured by mathematics alone with Ma Xiaoding, who was at the bottom of the class in academic performance. The math class representative had given up and collapsed on the table. Ma Xiaoding went crazy: "Logarithmic function, exponential function, power function, why can they appear in the same question at the same time? What kind of tragic love triangle is this?"
Song Yu said, "There will be a parent-teacher meeting after the final exam. You should think about it." Ma Xiaoding was stimulated by the three words "parent-teacher meeting" and sat up again.
But he looked at the question for a long time and tremblingly chose C, as a blessing for their beautiful love.
Putting down his pen, Ma Xiaoding said listlessly, "Don't mention the parents' meeting. Talk about something happy. Isn't the New Year's Eve party coming soon? Brother Yu, have you signed up to attend?"
Preparations for the New Year’s Eve party began one and a half months in advance. The senior year of high school is busy with studies, so the highlight is here in the freshman year. In addition to the mandatory requirement of performing a program, each class is also allowed to nominate two or three students to perform.
Song Yu turned the pen and sneered: "Why do you want me to get involved in everything? Although I am indeed very good, I still have to restrain myself and give other boys a chance to survive."
Ma Xiaoding said, "What should our class perform? The arts committee member said we should perform a play. Oh my god, I've been performing Snow White since kindergarten. Can we perform Calabash Brothers this time? There are also seven little brats, which is enough to make up the number. I can guest star as a grandfather, so that I will have seven more grandchildren."
Song Yu laughed and scolded: "You are so beautiful."
They were chatting when suddenly one of Ma Xiaoding's younger brothers ran in and frightened everyone in the reading room with his shout: "Brother Yu! Something terrible has happened!"
Song Yu: "..." What kind of rubbish is this?
The younger brother said, "There's a group of people outside the library, from No. 13 Middle School, blocking the way there and refusing to leave. They said that if you don't leave today, no one else can leave."
Song Yu: "Where's the teacher?"
The younger brother said, "Damn it, they just planned it out. It's Saturday, and this place is far from the security room, so no one knows. Yao Rui even said that he would come to No. 1 Middle School today and beat you up even if he risked his life."
Song Yu couldn't bear to look at it: "He must have a problem with his brain."
He put down the book in his hand. He had just finished reviewing a chapter and was bored. After the injury, he felt like he had been held back for a long time and now urgently needed to prove himself.
Song Yu stood up, took a long step, and rushed out of the reading room, bumping into Xie Sui who was holding a book for him.
Eyes met.
Xie Sui smiled: "Where are you going?"
Song Yu: “…”
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