boys' feelings are always poetry

141.

Song Yu's Tencent Weibo has added three new fans, two are junk accounts with small advertisements, and one is a stranger with a strange name: WSSS.If Song Woo reads it right, his profile picture is that of the Joker played by Heath Ledger.

Out of curiosity, Song Yu clicked on the page of this strange stranger. His personalized signature is a sentence pattern unique to youth pain literature. Love and death lead us into an abyss.

Seeing this sentence by chance, Song Yu thought that this person must be an injured middle school teenager. Youth pain literature and Japanese middle school death literature are actually similar in purpose. The biggest commonality between the two is relief, so there are some People, whether they see the people in the book die or see themselves die, there is a sense of relief in the depths of their hearts. Sometimes the more Song Yu reads it, the more he agrees with it, so he dare not read it again. A sunny and positive person.

wsss: "Are you Song Yu's curly hair?"

Song Yu pondered, it should be an acquaintance who asks this question, but he is not so familiar, so he should be polite.

"Excuse me?"

"Elective courses are at your back desk."

Classmate Lu would rather type five characters than his own name. It can be seen that he hates his own name to a certain extent. With such a bitter style of painting, Song Yu feels that he may need to find someone to counsel him.

"Oh, hello! I'm Song Yu! Excuse me, how did you find my Weibo account?"

In order to make it easier to find, Song Yu deliberately changed his name to Song Yu, but was he still found by a familiar yet unfamiliar student from the same school?

"Ah, well, I found it from an acquaintance."

Lu Chengsi has too many secrets, Song Yu doesn't intend to explore, and he can't.

"Is something wrong?"

Song Yuxue and Lu Jixue's cold tone, a short sentence, two words, showed his cold temperament.

"You know, I can never do a powerpoint, you do the powerpoint yourself, then I will be responsible for clicking the mouse, tell me, do you understand?"

"..."

Song Yu wanted to blackmail Lu Chengsi, but who would dare to offend the son of the school bully and the female director of the Education Bureau? The answer is, no one would dare.

"Oh, okay."

142.

After perfunctory Lu Chengsi, Song Yu clicked on his Weibo homepage again. He seldom reposted other people's Weibo, most of them were original, occasionally there were three or five comments, and there were quite a lot of likes. The one with the most comments was The picture of him burning the roses sent by the school flower to ashes, two of which are half-burned, the crimson rose has only half of its body left, and the other half floats in the air with the blue smoke. It used to be gathered together like The cinnabar-like red was burning in the fire, as if the red color became more pure and the flames became more dazzling.

Another one is that he is researching with everyone, white paper, aluminum sheet or knife, which one hurts to cut hands, and his answer is below: none of them hurt.

He talked about his own experience. It didn’t hurt when rowing, it didn’t hurt at all. Once he hid in a corner and cried, and the ugly wounds on his hands were stained with tears. It hurt so much that he couldn’t tell for a moment that it was his own. Is the hand hurting, the heart hurting, or the face hurting?

Song Yu couldn't bear to watch it any longer. If he continued to watch it, he would become depressed. It's better to watch less depressing things. In life, if you can persist in going on, you have to go on positively.

Song Yu turned off the computer, lay on the bed and recalled Lu Jixue's hug today, although it was hugged from behind, but Lu Jixue's eyes, nose and mouth seemed to be a painting in his heart, presumably this is the physical contact mentioned in the know-it-all post bar Well, that senior member was right, there was actually an unreasonable stalker who stalked him, and he knew that he should have criticized that raging fire for making a fool of himself.

Regarding the memory of smell, Song Yu summed it up like this: it is a very wonderful smell, maybe it can be said that it is a faint sandalwood aroma, mixed with a little summer refreshing soda smell, sandalwood is very in line with Lu Jixue's old pedantic taste The image, maybe because of how many sandalwoods are burning in his bedroom?The smell makes people feel calm, but the process of smelling makes people feel uneasy.

Decided.

Song Yu walked into the kitchen, washed a few white peaches, put them on a plate, and presented them to his mother.

"My dear mother! You must be thirsty after watching TV for so long! Come and taste the white peach presented by your well-behaved son!"

Song's mother picked out the most beautiful white peach while inquiring about Song Yu.

"What are you going to do? You have nothing to do."

"I'm fine! How about the white peach? Is it sweet or not? If the skin doesn't taste good, give it to me! I'll peel it! Or slice it into pieces and put it in a bowl! How about it!"

Mother Song put down the white peach.

"What on earth are you going to do? Tell me quickly! Don't delay my watching TV dramas!"

"Uh...I..." Song Yu started to pick his hands, his eyes dodged, "That...I want to borrow your perfume..."

……

Song's mother grabbed Song Yu's chubby hand and said earnestly, "My dear son, tell mom, are you in a relationship?"

"No!!!!"

Of course Song Yu said it with his eyes closed. Fang Zhihui said it well: you can't tell nonsense with your eyes open.

I said it with my eyes closed.