waste heat

to what extent?This is also... what can I say?

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is a bit big, half of Cheng Yan's snow-white skin is sunken in the halo, and half is blocked by Song Yu's figure, Cheng Yan lowers his head, feeling uncomfortable, he tugs on his fingers, his ears glow With a faint blush, "I don't know."

He knew it before, but now he is confused by the question, how should he answer?friend?Yeah?lover?Less likely.A secret love is not a secret love, and the open love has not yet come true, and they agreed to distance themselves because of some important things, and they talked about unnatural topics. Where are they now, Cheng Yan can't give an answer.

It was even more difficult than the additional questions he encountered in the exam. Not only could he not solve it, he didn't even have a clue. He also hoped that someone would give him some advice and tell him how he should face Song Yu and how to get along with him.

Song Yu didn't ask him any more. This question really overwhelmed Cheng Yan. Seeing that he couldn't answer for a while, and didn't want him to fall into this puzzle, Song Yu took the initiative to change the subject, "Let's practice tomorrow."

Cheng Yan lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Seeing that he hadn't come out yet, Song Yu lowered his head and remained silent, his heart softened, he raised his palm, covered the back of Cheng Yan's head, rubbed it lightly, and said, "I'll take you to cool off for a while."

Too tired to practice, also tired, covered in sweat, and the sun was shining, Cheng Yan agreed, and he followed Song Yu. He didn't know where he was going, but he followed silently all the way under the scorching sun.

After a while, Cheng Yan and Song Yu came to a small shop.

The lights at the door were flickering, the standard package for the barber shop, an old man sat under the tree at the door to enjoy the shade, and said to Song Yu, "Here we come."

Song Yu nodded, and knew the old man at the door. There was a hardware store next to the barber shop, and the old man was from the hardware store.

Song Yu pushed open the door of the barber shop, and through the glass mirror, there were several people sitting in twos and threes, walking back and forth, Cheng Yan followed Song Yu in, and as soon as the person inside looked up, Cheng Yan recognized him Come.

this is not……

"A rare visitor." Han Chengyu saw the person behind Song Yu, Cheng Yan was holding the door, and hadn't let go yet, looking at him very strangely.

Not to mention how unnatural it felt, but the other party seemed less restrained than him, Han Chengyu waved: "Three tigers, get a bottle of water for the kid."

A burly boy obeyed orders, took out a bottle of mineral water from a corner, walked up to Cheng Yan, handed it to him, and said enthusiastically, "Come, drink."

He had seen this person, and he was also one of the enemies of the abandoned factory that day, but he didn't seem to remember who he was.

It's understandable, so many people can't remember their faces, Cheng Yan can remember him and Han Chengyu, one is because they are big and they are the biggest threat, and the other is because the former big brother in the south of the city, Han Chengyu doesn't need much Having said that, I have one negative case after another on my back.

Han Chengyu dropped out of school in his third year of high school. It’s called dropping out at a good level, or expulsion at a bad level. Only he knows what’s going on. Looking at this barber shop, Cheng Yan finally knows that the former campus boss is now here. do what.

Sure enough, the teacher said that this group of people will be like that after graduation. Now it seems that such an ending is so inconsistent with the influential figures in the school. Cheng Yan doesn't know why, and his heart is a little sour. He feels a huge gap .

"The chairs are here?" Song Yu touched the two chairs under his hands, while Han Chengyu and Sanhu were removing the plastic film.

"Well, it's not bad, it feels better. Sit on it and try it." Han Chengyu invited, and looked at Cheng Yan: "Would you like it?"

Cheng Yan took the water, shook his hand, and said no.

Han Chengyu didn't make it difficult for anyone, he just didn't want it if he said no, he laughed and started to pack his things.

"You can sit whatever you want. Our place is shabby and the place is small. Don't dislike it." Han Chengyu said, completely without the intense emotion he had during the fight that day, and he spoke quite politely. Cheng Yan's impression of him changed somewhat.

"Come here and use the air conditioner, can you have a meeting?" Song Yu said.

Han Chengyu glanced back, and said: "Yo, that's unfortunate, the air conditioner just broke down, the heating doesn't cool, and I'm looking for someone to fix it, but I have a small fan on the table, can I blow it on?"

Song Yu raised his chin and signaled Cheng Yan to go over. Cheng Yan was indeed a little hot, so he didn't refuse and walked over.

"Why are you sweating profusely? It's not even a hot day." Han Chengyu said, seeing Sanhu go over to help Cheng Yan with a small fan, Cheng Yan, who was sitting stiffly, thanked Sanhu, and the scene was harmonious.

"Practice." Song Yu came to the cash register. The high stone platform provided privacy, and the outer wall blocked the things on the table. Cheng Yan sat inside, his hair trembling from the blowing.

"You practice him?" Han Chengyu asked.

"Accompany him." Song Yu replied.

Finally finished the work at hand, Han Chengyu chuckled, walked over, pulled a chair, sat down beside him, glanced at Cheng Yan, as if admiring, eyes full of curiosity: "Alone?"

Song Yu supported the stone platform with his arms, staring at Han Chengyu: "Any opinion?"

Han Chengyu took out a pack of cigarettes and said casually, "What do I have if he doesn't have it?"

Cheng Yan waved his hand, Song Yu took one and replied for him: "He doesn't smoke."

Han Chengyu threw the lighter to Song Yu, but Song Yu didn't take it, he didn't plan to smoke, put the cigarette and lighter aside, only Han Chengyu smoked.

There is a small fan in front of Cheng Yan, so the shredded tobacco is not easy to invade him.

"Do you know me?" Han Chengyu turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth, stared at Cheng Yan, and pulled the ashtray aside.

Cheng Yan held the bottle of mineral water with both hands, put his chin on his hands, looked at Han Chengyu and said, "Big boss."

Han Chengyu laughed twice: "What's the matter, is my rumor still circulating in the south of the city?"

"No one doesn't know you."

"Really? Then do you hate me?" Han Chengyu seemed to be teasing a kitten, "I was also involved in the fight last time, remember?"

Cheng Yan had the feeling of following his brother to the world. Song Yu stood aside and looked at him without speaking, letting him and Han Chengyu talk freely. Cheng Yan had a backing and was not afraid, so he said fairly: "You didn't fight I."

Han Chengyu said happily: "Yes, that's how we have to distinguish between grievances and resentments."

Song Yu didn't interrupt, listening to their gags, they didn't have a serious word.

"Hey, you are in the same class as Jia Le, right?" Han Chengyu asked again, as Tang Jiale's older brother, he definitely had to ask about this matter.

Cheng Yan said truthfully, "Yes."

Han Chengyu asked curiously: "Then why do you have conflicts with him? You still have a group fight, you don't learn well at a young age."

Cheng Yan couldn't afford it: "Then you should consult with your brother, he is the person involved and knows better than me."

Han Chengyu pinched his cigarette and said, "He told me that he is not welcome in school. Kids are cheap, so don't worry about him, he's not that bad."

"Sure enough, it's from my brother's perspective."

Han Chengyu laughed: "Okay, today we know each other, and we will help each other and love each other in the class in the future?"

"I have no objection if he is willing." Cheng Yan pushed the matter away. He couldn't guarantee his broad-mindedness. If Tang Jiale could guarantee that he wouldn't be mean, nothing would happen, so the conflict was entirely due to the other party's dishonesty.

"Brother Han! You asked me to do it..."

Just as he was talking, a clear male voice came from outside, the door was pushed open, one hand came in first, and when the other person was fully in sight of everyone, he realized that it was the protagonist of the topic, Tang Jiale.

Tang Jiale didn't know there was someone inside, so he was talking carelessly. When he saw Song Yu sitting opposite him, Tang Jiale was startled, and when he saw Cheng Yan behind him, his face was even paler. Tang Jiale held the glass door and let out a cry He didn't say anything, and the words were drowned in his throat, and he looked at the few people quietly.

"It's so fast, it's only past three o'clock, didn't I tell you to come over at six o'clock?" Han Chengyu got off the chair, walked inside, and said by the way: "Your classmate, do you know each other?"

Can you not know each other? Tang Jiale glanced at Cheng Yan and didn't say hello. The two of them didn't have a deep hatred. Although Tang Jiale was not lovable, Cheng Yan didn't fight with him very often in the class. Most of them were others. What was he arguing about? The last time the two fought, it wasn't the main character of the problem. Cheng Yan just acted as a man to join the battle. Tang Jiale didn't have that much hostility towards him, but it was true that the two were not on the same side.

They didn't speak, Song Yu stared straight at him, which made Tang Jiale feel terrified. After all, he had said bad things about him, Tang Jiale felt guilty and turned his eyes away.

Han Chengyu took out a gift box, pushed it on the table, and said to Tang Jiale, "Take it."

Song Yu looked over and set his eyes on the gift box.

It was obvious what was packed in the precious gift box. Tang Jiale walked over resentfully, stood in front of Cheng Yan, beside Song Yu, touched the mobile phone case on the table and said, "Why did you buy me a mobile phone?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Han Chengyu said angrily, "Isn't your phone broken? Change it, it's just right."

Tang Jiale was a little surprised, he didn't seem to expect that Han Chengyu would give him a mobile phone, he knew that Han Chengyu's family was not rich, and he had dropped out of school so early to work, so he gave him such a valuable thing.

"Why are you in a daze, open it to see if you like it." Han Chengyu said.

Tang Jiale looked around and opened the thing. Sanhu walked over and said, "Brother Han specially chose it for you. It's six or seven thousand. It's expensive."

"Get lost." Han Chengyu drove the three tigers away.

The three tigers shrank their necks and continued to clean the hair on the ground with the broom.

Inside the box lay a new mobile phone, with a dark blue shell and a smooth screen. A speck of dust hadn’t landed on it, and it could clearly reflect Tang Jiale’s every emotion. Cheng Yan observed him, and he had a feeling that there was nothing here right now. There should be others, and I have a sense of existence like a light bulb.

"I don't want it." Tang Jiale pushed the phone back and closed the cover.

"Don't you like it?" Han Chengyu's tone seemed to coax a child.

"I don't want it anyway, I don't need to change my phone." Tang Jiale said.

Cheng Yan and Song Yu looked at each other, Song Yu chuckled, he turned around, lay down on the table, held the mobile phone and said, "Take it, he didn't prepare the gift for you for so long Waiting for your words."

Tang Jiale looked up at Song Yu, feeling embarrassed, Han Chengyu nodded to him, Cheng Yan turned off the fan, and walked out from the side.

"Let's go first," Song Yu said with an excuse, "There is still something to do."

Han Chengyu didn't keep them, and raised his hand to Song Yu, who took Cheng Yan and left.

Sanhu sent them out, not on a special trip, but to avoid suspicion. He dumped the garbage and stood under the scorching sun, and he would not go back.

"Not hot?" Song Yu asked.

"It's okay," Sanhu said, "I won't be able to go back for a while."

Cheng Yan's head was full of question marks, he didn't know what charades they were playing, but he vaguely felt something, he asked: "Tang Jiale and Han Chengyu..."

Song Yu put his pockets in his pocket and looked down at him: "What do you think?"

Cheng Yan didn't dare to say it, so he said, "Isn't Han Chengyu his brother? Do you admit it?"

Bro, you treat him so well, even give him a mobile phone, such an expensive gift, and at their age they spend so much money, what a deep affection. If Cheng Yan wants to buy it, he will have to save pocket money for half a year.

Song Yu said: "What does it matter? If you admit it, you can't treat him well?"

"I don't mean that," Cheng Yan said, "I just think...it's too good." The relationship between them is not like brotherhood, but more like... lovers, Cheng Yan dare not say it, but expresses it euphemistically for a moment.

But Song Yu was not tactful, he stared at Cheng Yan closely, and said, "They are just like you and me."

Cheng Yan was stunned, trying to figure out what Song Yu meant.

"Pure friendship, so that people won't be reluctant to leave." He was reluctant to let go of him, and the cruelty he treated his suitors was not willing to be used on Cheng Yan. You said he just wanted a friend?

It's ridiculous, Song Yu never expected one more friend.

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Enter v tomorrow, there will be a little more.