you are different from the picture

Gu Yile wanted to change the name to "today is not suitable for happy".

In order to scare people away, he told a series of lies.

In addition to the fake model, he actually likes sports. He played basketball with his friends every week in junior high school. Later, he majored in violin, so he stopped playing so much to protect his hands.

He also likes to make models, because it is very interesting and gives a sense of accomplishment after finishing the work, even if it scratches his hand, it is worth it.

He was already guilty, but Liang's repeated concessions made him even more at a loss. Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled on the bed a few times, and screamed hoarsely: "I, Gu Yi, am happy, how can He De be able, what can He De be able to do!"

"It's so tall, I can't, I definitely can't!"

l In an indoor rock climbing gym in the city center, Dong Junzhe, Liang Dong’s roommate, faced the towering artificial rock wall and shook his head like a rattle.

"This route is not very high." Liang Dong said, "You can choose toprope climbing, and there will be staff protection."

Dong Junzhe was still afraid, and pointed to the low rock wall on the side of the venue: "I haven't practiced, so let's go to the children's area over there and crawl and play. You play your own, don't worry about me, I'm just here to see and see."

Liang Dong nodded, checked his luggage, signaled to the staff that they could start, raised his head to confirm the route for the last time, and climbed up the rock wall with hands and feet.

Even though it is a new route, his climbing speed is still very fast, his posture is as agile as a cheetah, every large leap can be fast and stable, and the choice of fulcrum is also appropriate enough, attracting several beginners to watch.

Dong Junzhe took a bottle of drink and sat down to watch. A staff member in overalls of the venue spoke in English, saying that your friend has a strong sense of balance and strength, like a professional athlete.

"He really isn't." Dong Junzhe, who is also an engineering student, spread his hands, "To be honest, I just found out that he is so good at sports."

Today's trip to the rock climbing gym is accompanied by Dong Junzhe himself.

He and Liang Dong lived under the same roof, but they rarely communicated with each other. This time, the group discussion was grouped together, and the two met more frequently.There was a class in the morning and a rest in the afternoon. Dong Junzhe woke up from a nap and planned to find something to eat in the refrigerator. When he went out of the room, he saw Liang Dong in sportswear about to go out. He asked casually and heard that he was going to the rock climbing gym. Out of curiosity, he asked followed.

Seeing Liang Dong, who is normally quiet and reticent, quickly climbing the rock wall, Dong Junzhe was surprised and couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, the more ruthless a person is, the more unknown he is."

In the middle of the afternoon, the two took a short break in the cafe in the venue.

After exercising, Liang Dong took a quick shower in the bathroom provided by the venue, put on his coat, took out the mirror case and began to take off his contact lenses.

In early December, the city of L turned to ice, and a thick layer of frost formed on the glass by the window.

Dong Junzhe, who was in the same company, had nothing to say: "I didn't expect you to be able to climb rocks, and you are so good. The staff over there thought you were a professional."

Liang Dong's degree of myopia is not deep, and he only wears the invisibility for the convenience of exercise, so he doesn't wear it often, and his movements are not proficient.

"It's not professional, just learn it casually." He blinked his dry eyes while talking, "It's very stress-free."

"I need to decompress. It's almost the end of the semester, and I feel dizzy thinking about the exam right after the Christmas break."

Putting the mirror case back into the backpack, Liang Dong didn't put on the glasses, so his eyes were slightly loose and blurred.

After listening to Dong Junzhe's interpretation of decompression, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he pursed his lips and gave a faint "hmm".

In the mellow hot air rising from the coffee, the two chatted about group topics while drinking.

While speaking, Liang Dong took a look at his mobile phone from his backpack, and then put it back expressionlessly, as if he was watching a push advertisement.

This made Dong Junzhe think of something, and asked casually, "How is the relationship with the online blind date you mentioned last time?"

A lump of sugar circled between Liang Dong's fingers, but returned to the original disc.

"It's not suitable." Liang Dong lowered his eyes and frowned, making it impossible to see his emotions. "He thinks that I am not suitable for him."

Liang Dong ate dinner alone.

Dong Junzhe went to the kitchen party in the dormitory building and asked him to join him. He didn't want to waste time listening to those cold jokes that made people indifferent, so he just found a reason to shirk as usual.

He bought some food on the way back, and the fish and chips were cold by the time he got there.

After heating in the microwave, Liang Dong sat at the table, thought about it before moving the fork, and piled another layer of chili powder on top.

As a result of overestimating his ability to withstand it, he was choked on the first bite. Liang Dong covered his mouth and nose with a tissue, coughing continuously, and his face flushed red from the heat.

After drinking three glasses of water and recovering, he opened the music app and clicked on the collection of violin music. Amidst the passionate music of a piece called "concertoinaminor, rv.356 (1987digitalremaster):Ⅲ-presto", He fell asleep with his chin propped up.

When I woke up, the song had already played to the fourth song of the collection, the melody was bright and brilliant, it sounded no different from the first song, even the name was similar.

Liang Dong put on his glasses, probably because he was too hypnotized by the sound of music, and he was still a little dazed when he clicked on the picture Liang Yuan sent.

Liang Yuan: [I found a picture of my sister-in-law! 】

On the screen is a photo of the orchestra playing together. The part of the violinist on the left is specially intercepted, and a striking red circle is drawn on the person in the middle of the second row.

Liang Yuan: [I found it on their school's official account, I checked it against the band's list, this is my sister-in-law! 】

Against the backdrop of his younger sister's ecstasy, Liang Dong was a little too calm.

He held the phone in his left hand, and zoomed in on the picture with his right hand, overlapping the fuzzy facial features of the circled person with the immature version in his mind, then opened the phone's photo album, and clicked on the women's clothing photo sent by Gu Yile.

From the eyebrows to the mouth, and then from bottom to top, even the width of the jaw and the distance between the eyes are different.

Liang Yuan on the other end was still chattering about how good-looking his sister-in-law was, and playing the piano must also be nice, but Liang Dong on the other end was like an outsider who had strayed in, looking a little at a loss.

For him, everything is about setting goals and putting them into action.

So once the action was blocked, after spared no efforts in trial and error and repeated verification, the results disappointed him to the point where he began to doubt himself, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Out of caution, Liang Dong had to emphasize again in the input box: [He is not your sister-in-law yet. 】

Before sending, my fingers paused on the keyboard for a few seconds, moved to the beginning of the sentence, and deleted the word "also".

One afternoon in December, the first performance of Gu Yile's orchestra ended successfully in the school concert hall.

Although it was not the first time to perform on stage, Gu Yile was still in high spirits. After listening to the conductor Mr. Sun saying that he intended to transfer him back, he danced exaggeratedly and threatened to invite the whole orchestra to dinner.

But few people came.After the performance of the orchestra, there was a small concert by Tan Qian, the new consultant of the piano department. Everyone went to listen to it, except for Gu Yile, who carried the piano on his back and crept out of the backstage door like a thief.

Peng Zhou, who was with him, asked him what he was doing, and he raised his finger to his lips and gave a "hush" sound, and said in a low voice, "Be quiet, it's hide and seek."

Half an hour later, Peng Zhou, who was sitting in the kfc, stuffed chicken nuggets into his mouth with a speechless face: "I really know how to find a place to hide it."

Gu Yile drank a sip of Coke: "Isn't this just a good time to treat guests to dinner? Don't be polite when you come and go, eat with your belly open!"

As one of the only two guests, Lu Xiaodi felt helpless looking at the fried food on the table: "Sister, I'm on a diet. If I knew you invited this, I wouldn't come."

"The calories of fried chicken are not much higher than that of milk tea." Gu Yile didn't take it seriously, "Eat! Only when you are full can you lose weight!"

The three of them began to eat hard.

After eating two hamburgers, Peng Zhou collapsed on the seat and hiccupped, sighing: "Oh, this kind of life is too rotten, I should go to that teacher Tan's concert to cleanse my soul."

Gu Yile and Lu Xiaodi were eating chicken wings, but they ignored him.

"I heard that Mr. Tan is about the same age as us, and has already won many awards abroad..."

Before finishing speaking, Lu Xiaodi kicked him under the table: "You can't stop your mouth if you eat."

Peng Zhou was puzzled: "Can't you say that?"

"It depends on who to tell." Lu Xiaodi glanced at Gu Yile, then turned his gaze back to Peng Zhou, with a little playfulness, "If I mention Jiang Yu in front of you, will you be happy?"

Hearing Jiang Yu's name, Peng Zhou reflexively sweared at the country, then picked up an empty tray and held it above his head, shrugged and looked around: "Jiang Jiang Jiang Yu is not here, right? Senior sister, don't scare me !"

Gu Yile was not particularly surprised when he heard that it was the chief of the group next door who confessed to Peng Zhou.

After Lu Xiaodi finished eating, he went back to rehearse in the troupe. In order to take care of Peng Zhou, a big eater, Gu Yile took him to the McDonald's next door to renew his stall.

"Do you remember the last time?" Gu Yile tried a new way of eating, dipping French fries in a cone, and said while eating, "Just the two of us were listening to the lecture in the lecture theater together. That Chief Jiang came late and passed by you The water in his hand spilled all over you, and I saw that the way he looked at you was not right."

After being reminded by Gu Yile, Peng Zhou also remembered this: "Damn it, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I just remembered it too." Gu Yile spread her hands, "The senior sister said that she saw you two together, and I didn't think about it until I got home."

Peng Zhou hurriedly separated the relationship: "Don't, don't, I'm not with him. He was the one blocking me at the bottom of the piano room that time."

Gu Yile, who is not addicted to sweets, found that eating French fries had a special flavor, smacked his lips twice, and joked: "Why is he blocking you, lending you a million pianos?"

"no……"

Peng Zhou showed embarrassment, rubbed the seam of his trousers and struggled for a long time, leaned into Gu Yile's ear and said, "He told me, as long as I am willing to accept, let me do 1, and he will do 0."

When I got home at night, while eating the soup, Gu Yile was still wondering, what the hell is going on?

Why are they vying to be 0? Isn't it good to be 1?

Besides, what is the operation of doing 0 with tears?Can't we give us a little chance?

The soup is cooked by Guan Mengqing, who is studying recently and said that she wants to raise her son to be fat and fat before he goes abroad to win glory for the country.

"Our Lele really looks better the more we look at it." Guan Mengqing looked lovingly at his son drinking soup, "Have you exchanged photos with Xiaoliang?"

Gu Dong, who was drinking soup next to him, interjected: "What kind of photos are you exchanging? Today's young people will directly start the video."

"That's even better." Guan Mengqing smiled openly, "Xiaoliang's mother is already very beautiful, and her son must not be much worse."

In order to prevent the parents from diverging their thinking, Gu Yile stopped their imaginations in time: "It's been exchanged, it doesn't fit the eyes."

Guan Mengqing was startled: "Why don't you agree, do you despise him or does he despise you?"

Gu Yile thought that if it wasn't for you being in the middle, I wouldn't have made such a big circle, but in reality, he didn't dare to raise his head, and said vaguely, "Just...we didn't like each other."

"How is it possible?" Guan Mengqing stood up, took out the photo album at home, and took out a few photos, "Lele, send these photos, I don't believe that Xiao Liang is not moved!"

Gu Yile returned to the bedroom with the beautiful photos carefully selected by her mother.

Turning on the desk lamp, he spread out a few photos on the desk, and heaved a long sigh: "It's too late..."

Picking up the phone and opening WeChat, the progress of the chat with Liang was still at last night, Liang said that he could do 0, Gu Yile replied that he didn't like the hard 0, and there was no reply from the other end.

Gu Yile couldn't help but start thinking about whether he was going too far. He gave in every step of the way. Even if he refused, he should be as tactful as possible, and shouldn't be so blunt and unkind.

I thought that if he didn't reply, I would be able to relax, but in fact it didn't. My heart was still heavy, and I felt terribly uncomfortable. Even the spicy chicken wings couldn't save my depressed mood.

Gu Yile lay on the table, buried her face in her arms, and felt that she was sick.

Lie on the ground for a while, then sat up straight again, using the last bit of courage to open the dialog with Liang, intending to say something to save the situation.

Starting from ordinary friends, Gu Yile has the confidence to chat with him a lot, such as the weather in country y, the setting of foreign university courses, all kinds of people on the Internet, and the way to eat the sweets of French fries that I just tried today.

Liang likes to eat sweets, so he must be a soft-hearted person.His voice was so soft, yet with a sort of serious cuteness.

Gu Yile's regrets came unprepared, and they were overwhelming. The finger that longed to be friends with him slid back and forth in the input box, and accidentally sent the selected picture.

He hurriedly withdrew the photo of French fries dipped in a cone, and felt that it was unnecessary, after all, this photo was originally intended to be sent to him.

The trace of withdrawal has been left, Gu Yile felt that typing was slow, and hurriedly said: "I pressed the wrong button...I'm sorry!"

Then stare at the dialog box intently.

It's [-]:[-] p.m. capital time and [-]:[-] noon l city time. Liang must be awake.

There are two meanings in this "I'm sorry", I hope he can feel it.

It doesn't matter if you don't feel it, Gu Yile thought, I can say it again.

Twice will do.

Sure enough, shortly after, the words "the other party is typing" appeared on the top of the dialog box.

Gu Yile heaved a sigh of relief.

However, the words disappeared in less than two seconds, together with the smile on his face.

Gu Yile waited and waited with his mobile phone in his hand, until he started yawning and lay down on the bed. The citizens of City L over there should have had lunch and went to study and work in the afternoon, but they didn't wait for Liang's reply.

After turning off the bedside lamp, the last light source went out, and Gu Yile, who was in the dark, was no longer sleepy.

He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, muttering to himself: "I'm angry, he's really angry."

Then he clenched his hands into fists, beat his chest that was aching because of the blockage of meridians, and cursed ironically: "Gu Bu Yile, you deserve it! Whatever you say is bad, you have to say that he is tough... You really deserve it!"