On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

Yan Baijing held a file folder in his hand.

tight.

The joints are whitish.

"Bai Jing, our school has an opportunity to go abroad as an exchange student, and our school has won one for you. This opportunity is rare, you should think about it carefully."

The sycamore leaves on Lover's Road are turning yellow again.

He has never felt for a moment that the opportunity he dreamed of came so unexpectedly.

Go abroad as an exchange student.

This is an opportunity that many people are jealous of, including himself, and it is impossible to just give up.

But he hesitated about something that shouldn't have been hesitant in the first place.

2+2 exchange students.

In other words, when he came back, Song Yu had already graduated.

He didn't even know how he walked back to the dormitory, nor how he calmly put the folder in the cabinet and locked it.

Song Yu brought back food for Yan Baijing.

In fact, even if the two of them didn't say it clearly, the sense of distance has gradually developed.

Yan Baijing deliberately didn't make fun of being gay in front of Song Yu.

Song Yu deliberately didn't talk about these issues.

It is this kind of tacit understanding that carefully maintains the seemingly good friendship between the two.

In fact, the cracks have long been getting bigger and bigger.

"Here, your favorite food is beef tenderloin with black pepper." Song Yu put the rice in front of Yan Baijing.

"Thank you."

When Song Yu heard these words, his hands paused.

He suddenly smiled bitterly, "Yida, when did we need to be so polite between the two of us?"

when?

It turned out that Song Yu was also aware of the distance between them.

Fortunately, Song Yu still has the original straightforwardness.

Yan Baijing smiled slightly and moved his lips.

"Stupid."

Song Yu also smiled.

"Fuck off."

It wasn't that he was polite on purpose, but that he was a little surprised by Song Yu's sudden concern.

Just like this, he couldn't bear to sign his name on that document.

He did not call home to inform him of the incident.

These things, no matter who they are, know how to choose.

"Teacher, can this matter not be made public first, I want to discuss it with my family again."

He knew that this matter could not be delayed again and again.

"Are you free this Saturday? We haven't gone out for a long time."

"On Saturday, I will go to the School Etiquette Department with Jiang Yang to fight for an independent office for our school."

Song Yu's time was divided into two parts by him.

Work, work with Jiang Yang.

In fact, it's okay, Jiang Yang treats Song Yu pretty well now.

They will also bring handmade desserts to Song Yu.

Jiang Yang probably also really likes Song Yu.

"Ah, well then, I'll go out another day when I'm free."

It's not bad to find an excuse to let yourself leave without being so nostalgic.

No matter how reluctant, he is not his own.

If you try your best to maintain a friendship, you need to be careful, lest you accidentally say a joke that will tear apart the cracks in the middle that have been hard to close.

So, friendship is actually in name only.

Sometimes you can feel Song Yu's hesitation to speak. Cream accidentally fell on the corner of Song Yu's mouth. After Yan Baijing reached out to help him wipe it off, the two of them would be silently embarrassed for two seconds.

Song Yu would say awkwardly, "Thank you."

Yan Baijing would break the embarrassment and chuckle, "Stupid."

fool.

fool.

Do you know, you are really stupid.

Stupid enough for that person to sue you for speaking ill of me behind my back and for being a disgusting gay.

What you think is pandering, in fact, is just an appearance.

"I'm gay, he's right, and the previous post on the school forum is also true."

He sneered and watched the expression of that little man's success turn green little by little.

I can tolerate him breaking his mouth.

He can also tolerate his intrigue in the student union for the sake of limelight.

It is more tolerable for him to curse himself as disgusting.

The only thing that can't be tolerated is him turning right and wrong into black and white to smear you.

He pinched the man's chin with his right hand, and said to the man almost with a terrified face, "Next time let me hear you swearing, you don't want to be judged by me."

The eyes are dark and prey.

"Fuck off."

Yan Baijing is a man who is not what he looks like.

However, he handles all the work in an orderly manner, making it impossible for people to pick out any flaws and catch his little tail.

Yan Baijing felt that recently he could not control the violence in his heart more and more.

He put the words on the table and spoke.

"I know you guys are fighting in your hearts. Don't accept it? Come up with the strength to bring me down, or hold me back."

It's him, not Song Yu, who is covered in thorns.

Interests can devour the mind of a simple student.

Who wouldn't think about their own future now?

But he was the only idiot, looking at the piece of paper that everyone dreamed of, he couldn't write for a long time.

How could he not understand that time and distance are the best medicine for healing.

However, there are only two words like nightmares in his mind every day.

Song Yu.

Song Yu.

Song Yu.

"Yan Baijing, you fucking hesitate on this kind of question?!"

Luo Zifan even lost his usual good temper.

"What the hell is going on in your mind!! The opportunity to study abroad!! Isn't it what you've always wanted!!!"

Luo Zifan shook Yan Baijing's shoulder.

But Yan Baijing's eyes were not focused.

Luo Zifan couldn't believe it.

"I really don't believe it, you can't live without him!"

No one can't survive without leaving.

As for life, a person is also living, and a group of people is also living.

Friends, if you want to get to know each other, you will naturally have them.

As a lover, if you want to find him, with his conditions, will there be anyone who will look down on him?

So that’s what life is all about, and when you look away, you’ll be happy.

We all understand the truth.

But Yan Baijing is still stuck on this childish question.

Luo Zifan felt that Yan Baijing was mentally ill.

Luo Zifan took out his mobile phone to call Yan's father and mother, but Yan Baijing grabbed it.

"Yan Baijing!"

Yan Baijing looked calmly at Luo Zifan.

"Give me a little more time, just a little bit."

Things turned around that day.

The day Jiang Yang told Song Yu to break up.

Jiang Yang could no longer bear the frequent occurrence of Yan Baijing's name in his chats with Song Yu.

It's obviously a love affair between two people, but Yan Baijing seems to be by their side all the time, like a ghost.

Jiang Yang was afraid.

"Song Yu, sometimes I really feel that you don't know who you like at all."

For the first time, Jiang Yang had an open and honest talk with Song Yu.

"I'm fed up with Yan Baijing, who has a strong sense of existence between me and you. Song Yu, did you not realize that Yan Baijing...is all you can talk about."

Song Yu froze in place.

Jiang Yang said that he was very calm when they broke up.

No crying, no fuss.

"Song Yu, should you think about it carefully, don't use work to paralyze yourself, in fact, you really like Yan Baijing, right?"

Song Yu flatly denied it.

"I do not have."

"I'm not gay."

He shook Jiang Yang's shoulders as if he was about to collapse, "Please stop talking, I'm not!!"

Song Yu discovered a terrible thing very early on.

When he met Jiang Yang's eyes, he didn't feel anything.

But when he locked Yan Baijing's eyes, it was as if an electric current had flowed through his whole body, and his heart felt as if someone had squeezed it hard.

He can only force himself to get into work every day and forget about these terrible things.

No, no.

Yan Baijing walked from the library to Lover's Road, saw Song Yu's listless back, stepped forward and patted Song Yu's back.

Yan Baijing frowned.

"what happened to you?"

The moment Song Yu saw Yan Baijing, he collapsed.

The sycamore leaves on Lover's Road are falling from the trees.

This is Yan Baijing's favorite autumn.

Mixed with the residual temperature of summer, there is also a slight coldness of winter.

"Fuck off!! I never fucking want to see you again!! Gay!! You're disgusting!!!"

gay.

So disgusting.

Yan Baijing's heart ached when he saw Song Yu collapsed to the point where he lost his thread.

Although I don't understand why Song Yu's change is so sudden.

But if Song Yu really resisted that much.

It seems that you really can't force it.

Yan Baijing patted Song Yu's shoulder.

Enduring the lead in his mouth, he said something in as calm a tone as possible.

"it is good."

Meet or face to face, if it makes you so painful, I will not appear in front of you.

My memory stays on Wutong Road with you last year, you wore a red scarf and smiled back, and I took a picture of your smile at that moment.

I only hope that the me who stands in front of you is still the wind and wind in your heart.

good friend.

only friends.

Yan Baijing signed his name on that piece of paper.

Strict, pines and cypresses, the scenery is picturesque.

After packing his luggage, he put the bookmark made of phoenix leaves on Song Yu's desk.

In Jiansanli, the signature of the chanting was changed to [Song girl, Jianghu is missing]

The character interface of Bai Jing, the military master, shows:

This role will be removed on October 2013, 10.

That night, Luo Zifan watched Yan Baijing drink several cases of beer, and the more he drank, the more sober he became.

Red eyes.

Haggard as if fleeting.

He whimpered like a beast, and those who listened were depressed.

Stubble grew all over his chin overnight.

Sleepless all night.

Depressed and drunk.

It stinks all over.

Like a dead body.

After this night, he would never allow himself to dwell on emotional trivialities.

He could only allow himself to indulge himself in feelings for him one last time.

from now on.

You and me.

The rivers and lakes are gone.