waste heat

"Can you fucking stop drinking!" A drunken man rushed out of the door of KYV, his cheeks were flushed, his steps were staggering, and one of them lost his balance and fell to the ground. It had just rained and was wet. The ground was covered with dirt, and the man groaned when he fell. He didn't see him screaming for pain, but he patted the ground and said it was disgusting. He was really drunk.

A woman came out from behind, probably his wife or a family member. The woman stood on the steps of the KTV and shook her head at the man, holding her forehead. I don't know what will happen on the road that no one cares about.

The woman stepped forward to help the man up, trying to lift him up, but she didn't have enough strength, the man didn't cooperate with her, so angry that the woman let go and threw him to the ground, angrily said: "Drink, drink, drink to death!"

There are a lot of people watching jokes behind, and occasional passers-by also cast curious eyes, the woman is helpless for a while, and wants to cry.

Han Chengyu raised his chin, Sanhu was being used as a servant, and then ran over to help, the woman was very surprised, and quickly said to leave him alone, Sanhu said don't talk, and got rid of him first.

A few people came out of the KTV door one after another, and blocked the door in parallel, and they knew it was not a good thing at a glance.

With a cigarette in his hand, Song Yu stood beside Han Chengyu, staring at the drunk who fell in the middle of the road, and said abruptly: "Brother Han is still a good person? Why is it different from what I heard? Boss? "

"How can I have Mr. Song? I fought with my junior two days ago, and I haven't been punished? This is black and white." Han Chengyu was not to be outdone, well-informed, and quickly replied.

"I can't help it. There are people on Master Song's way." Song Yu was stupefied for a while, because he just heard a few people talking about them in the corridor, and they made it sound like they used all kinds of words, viciously. , Shady, not easy to mess with, not a good stubble, they chose to be accused of this crime, so they put on such a big show when they went out, standing in line at the door, cigarettes in their hands.

"I'll throw up if I say it again." Liang Qi expressed his opinion on the side. He still remembered the reaction of the group of people when they saw them just now, each of them looked like a turtle.Why are you so inhuman?

Also sinister, what word.

Song Yu flicked the cigarette ash and said to Han Chengyu, "Where are you sending that man?"

Han Chengyu looked up, the three tigers almost carried him away, he shouted at the three tigers: "Hey, that idiot, where are you going to punish him?"

Sanhu looked back and said loudly: "Boss, I will send someone to the car, it's not far away, it's right here."

He pointed, and the woman nodded beside him, and Han Chengyu agreed.

"Do you have something to do? Go back and sit in my shop." Han Chengyu asked Song Yu, Song Yu Lao Gao was alone beside him, don't care if he is pretending now, but he is good-looking, and he is definitely strong enough from any angle , a little raised eyebrow is amorous, a slight change of eyes is Jianghu, a casual posture is a poster, a blockbuster, even Han Chengyu, who has a notorious reputation, is inferior in front of him.

Song Yu exudes charm from the bottom of his heart. It is not just because he is good-looking. He is too mysterious, and mystery is often the most attractive quality.

He wears simple casual clothes, doesn't like other colors, only likes black, the zipper is pulled to the top, but he doesn't hide his chin, his neck is slender and faintly visible, and a slight bow of his head is intoxicating. He doesn't have the title of school grass, but In the south of the city, if you want to find someone who surpasses Song Yu's temperament, Han Chengyu can definitely say that there is no one.

From the people he knew, there was no such person.

Although they don't care who the school grass is, and even think such a title is boring, they can also talk about why Song Yu is not the school grass in the south of the city.

Because most people think that Song Yu is too high and cold, and his whole body has a cold aura that strangers should not get close to. There is no doubt about this, coupled with his role as a good stubble that is not easy to mess with in the graduating class, and his friend is a social cancer like Han Chengyu , I would never put the title of school grass on him. The more important reason is that some people think that Song Yu is too masculine, that is, not soft enough, and the lines of his face are resolute and sharp. At that time, a handsome man with a good reputation Boys who know how to deal with the world are very popular, and their school grass is such a sunny and cute little boy, who is very attractive.

But from Han Chengyu's point of view, even if he discarded his personal feelings, he still felt that Song Yu was better.

Men, what kind of man is a man who doesn't have a heavy breath?Datiao's Han Chengyu thinks so.

"I'll go to your store, where is your little treasure?" Song Yu saw it and said it, and the bickering with Han Chengyu was not over yet.

Han Chengyu looked back, but didn't see the little baby in Song Yu's mouth, he said: "Just find a corner and stuff it, he's easy to feed, you can put it anywhere."

Song Yu laughed mockingly, not wanting to expose it.

"Brother Han, something." The kid who didn't fit in with the big shots ran out, holding the car key in his hand, and handed it to Han Chengyu, who was familiar to everyone today, the protagonist of the party.

Han Chengyu took it over and patted the child's head, like stroking a cat or dog, but the cat and dog's eyes were not gentle. Although they behaved very obediently, Song Yu keenly sensed the aggression.

He hoped he was wrong.

"Boss, I was sent away." Sanhu walked back and immediately reported to Han Chengyu, really treating him as the boss.

"I thought you weren't coming back, wouldn't it be good to leave with someone?" Han Chengyu teased him.

Sanhu was also honest and said: "He has a husband, how can I go with him?"

"Stupid." Han Chengyu cursed, shaking the key in his hand, "Let's go, go back to my shop, let's meet again."

"No," Song Yu suddenly refused, he stopped smoking, looked in one direction, and smiled bewilderedly, "I have something to do."

Han Chengyu was very dissatisfied when he received his rejection, "When is your schedule again?"

Song Yu said boldly: "Just now."

Han Chengyu stared at him.

Song Yu came back to his senses, threw the cigarette, and said to him: "I didn't lie to you, I was really fine just now, and now something is really happening."

Han Chengyu followed his line of sight and saw nothing. He couldn't help but suspect that Song Yu had seen a ghost, and suddenly became excited.

He called it excitement, and he really smelled excitement from Song Yu's eyes.

There was no one on the main road, and I came home late, staggering the rush hour for commuting to and from school.

Cheng Yan's clothes were tied around his waist, and he carried a backpack on one shoulder. He lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, and occasionally looked up at the road. He was also talking about Zhao Yibai. He just turned from the KTV road to this road. Of course, Han Chengyu watched not to him.

Except for the sharp-eyed Song Yu.

Cheng Yan didn't realize that someone was following him behind him at all, say he was careful, he couldn't even notice being followed, say he was careless, he could look up the road ahead again, Song Yu didn't have the patience to play tug-of-war with him. The side took his mobile phone without authorization.

The mobile phone was taken away, Cheng Yan raised his head in panic, his small face, which can be called pale, was quite interesting, but it was probably not enough to frown when he found out that it was Song Yu.

"Song Yu?" Cheng Yan looked around, "Why are you here?"

"How did you discover your bad habits when you weren't here?" Song Yu wasn't joking, but looked serious, "Is it because the life span is too long or the King of Hades is not busy enough?"

Cheng Yan explained: "I was chatting with Zhao Yibai and asked him when he would come back. He wasn't playing anything else."

"What are you, Zhao Yibai? Your guide on Huangquan Road?" Song Yu ignored Cheng Yan's snatching, and held his phone high. Cheng Yan didn't bother to complain about his behavior, it was too childish.

"Give it to me," Cheng Yan said, "it's about next week's competition, it's very serious, don't make trouble."

Song Yu pinched the phone and said seriously: "I don't have time to make trouble with you, don't let me see it a second time."

Cheng Yan: "..."

What, he suddenly got angry?

Isn't this a very normal thing?He used to play too, but he didn't listen to what Song Yu said, now what happened, he started to care about what he was doing.

Doubts are doubtful, but Song Yu can't be messed with when he is serious, Cheng Yan has a certain degree of confidence, and said with ease: "Okay, I promise."

Song Yu stared at him deeply, then put down his hand and handed back the phone.

Cheng Yan got the phone and quickly put it aside in the backpack, muttering: "This is a normal thing, many people have done it, and it's not a serious thing."

Song Yu didn't listen to his nonsense: "The things that many people do are normal things? Because you were playing with your mobile phone and the car hit you, is it your fault or the driver's? Pay for your behavior?"

"Ah...this..."

"It's not that what many people do is right. You'd better have your own opinion in your heart." Song Yu wanted to say something more, but he retracted the words when he reached his mouth, swallowed them into his throat, and then swallowed them into his stomach.

Cheng Yan waited for a long time, but it was quite fierce anyway, it was rare for him to see Song Yu so fierce, and he was quite charming, Xi Shi was in the eyes of his lover, no matter how he looked at Song Yu, he found it pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Yan followed up and said, "I understand what you mean, I just don't think it's a big deal to reply a message. I will try not to play with my phone on the road in the future, okay?"

Some people can't tolerate sand in their eyes, but Song Yu is not that kind of person. Cheng Yan doesn't know what medicine he took wrongly, so he doesn't care about these sesame seeds.

Fortunately, Song Yu is easy to coax... Well, why does he think he is easy to coax?Oh, I coaxed him once last time.

Before he knew it, his thoughts went too far, and Cheng Yan quickly shook off the abnormal images in his mind.

"Why are you so late today?" Song Yuming asked knowingly, "Playing ball?"

"Well," Cheng Yan asked him, "Why are you so late, what are you doing around here?"

"Someone celebrates a birthday," Song Yu said, "You know him too."

Cheng Yan pointed at himself: "I know you?"

Song Yu said, "Tang Jiale."

Damn, I really know each other.

Cheng Yan put his hands down, no wonder Tang Jiale was not here this afternoon, but Cheng Yan couldn't understand asking for leave to celebrate his birthday, he himself didn't like birthdays, and thought it was childish for a boy to ask for leave just for such a thing.

"Hey wait a minute," Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu, "You know him? Are you going for his birthday?"

"Someone made arrangements for him. That person is my friend. I went there for his sake." Song Yu didn't mention Han Chengyu's name. He didn't think it was necessary, and Cheng Yan knew all about it. .

It should be a very important friend, and Song Yu is very difficult to invite. Although Cheng Yan has not celebrated his birthday, he also knows that Song Yu may not be willing to come even if he is appointed. Song Yu said that he hates these worldly things very much. Something ceremonial.Song Yu might come if he invites, but he must be reluctant in his heart, just like now, it's just for his friend's sake, otherwise he will definitely not participate.

"Who did you practice with?" Song Yu interrupted Cheng Yan's wild thoughts.

"What?" Cheng Yan didn't respond.

"Today, who is the opponent?"

"Kang Wei and the others, you don't know them, they're in the class next door to us." Cheng Yan said lightly, as if he hadn't reached a satisfying sense of emptiness.

"Isn't the biggest enemy of your class Class Two? Gao Ming's class." Song Yu had some news in hand.

"It's them, but they're also training extra, so they don't have time to spend with us." As a school team player and the captain of the second-class team, Gao Ming has already made a perfect training plan. People whose opponents are not stable are different.

"Others are training, are you leaving?"

Cheng Yan had a headache when he said it: "There are not enough people in the group, and they all say that there is something to do when I go home, and I can't help it."

"It's so big that there are not enough players in the south of the city? It's not a problem for golfers everywhere to form a team." Randomly recruit one or two people from the school, and 80.00% of them can play. Not to mention the south of the city, isn't there golfers everywhere?The fierce competition never stopped, and Song Yu didn't quite understand the shortage of manpower.

"It's not that simple..." Cheng Yan wanted to say something, but looking at Song Yu, he couldn't make out a word, so he only vaguely said, "People are also a very important part."

Song Yu would not understand, he was so eager to be invited by others, even to watch other people's games would make people feel that he was honored, not to mention hooking his fingers to form a team, the ceiling is always unaware.

"Then don't practice?"

"Well... wait for Yibai to come back." Cheng Yan's back road is Zhao Yibai, this reliable buddy, Song Yu's eyes dimmed a bit, and he didn't answer any more.

Instead, he mentioned: "There are not a few days left, how much time do you have left for him?"

Being reminded like this, Cheng Yan became confused, he fell into thinking, Song Yu told him to leave, Cheng Yan followed slowly, Zhao Yibai didn't give him the exact time to return, aunt's condition is so serious , he can't get away for a while, right?

Cheng Yan scratched his head, and when he arrived at the platform, the No. 105 bus was about to arrive. Song Yu and him didn't go along the way, but they accompanied Cheng Yan and waited for the bus to arrive.

Song Yu kept silent, looking at the bus in front of him.

Cheng Yan lined up to get on the bus. While waiting anxiously, there was a sentence in his throat, and he dared not speak for a long time. The line was getting shorter and shorter, and when it was Cheng Yan's turn to step forward, he turned his head abruptly, and Song Yu was standing behind him, the eye-catching presence under the signboard, he opened his mouth and then closed his mouth, and after closing his mouth, he lifted his lips, hesitating slightly Say, "You, do you...have time?"

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, which meant to let him continue talking.

Cheng Yan gritted his teeth, as if he would die if he said it in his throat, Cheng Yan, who was born to die, couldn't bear it anymore, and blurted out: "If I have time, can I... please first please help me?"

He could feel the strong wind blowing in front of him. He looked at Song Yu's hair. The short hair was blown messy and covered his forehead randomly, but there was more unruly wind. The bangs lifted by the wind showed the standard of cultivation With sharp sword eyebrows, the whole face became hard, lips opened and closed, with deliberate tenderness and playfulness, and said softly: "I thought you made up your mind to have a relationship with me to the end."

Cheng Yan magnified his eyes, didn't hear clearly, and seemed afraid to confirm, the bus door had been slowly closed, he walked along the handrail, and struggled to look at Song Yu's figure who had passed by amidst the crowds.

"Ding dong."

It was the sound of a message coming in from a text message. Cheng Yan took out his phone, and a few words lay on the screen:

——See you tomorrow at the Central Basketball Stadium at six o'clock in the afternoon.

There was nothing else to say, no vocabulary that made people's ears red, and no ambiguous voice, but Cheng Yan seemed to hear the voice and tone of him speaking against his ear.

The phone was pressed against his chest, and there was no deer bumping around, because the deer had been bumping around for a long time, and he was already numb, dull, and slow.

His little deer had crashed and died long ago on the night he met Song Yu.