The classroom borrowed by the guitar club for rehearsal is in the first teaching building of the school, next to a path full of cherry blossoms on both sides.

Cherry blossoms have a very short flowering period. Song Yu felt that he only saw the buds of the tree yesterday, but now that he passed by, the ground was covered with dust and mud.

The two of them stood at the intersection.

Song Yu lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Gao Yihang at all, he felt that he didn't know what to say.

"Senior, sister Jiang told me about the email you sent before. Thank you for liking me. You are very nice. I just joined the club in my freshman year and you are my male god! But..."

"Stop talking," Gao Yihang interrupted him suddenly.

Song Yu still lowered his head, he couldn't bear to imagine the expression on Gao Yihang's face at this moment.I really adore this senior, if he was a girl, he might have fallen completely on the night of the club's orientation.

"Xiaoyu," Gao Yihang tidied up his guitar bag, and paused, "She also talked to me about wanting, and she told you about quitting the club before, so don't take it to heart, I will leave the company next semester." I'm going to go abroad for exchange, and I'll be a senior when I come back, so I won't go to the club."

After hearing this, Song Yu raised his head hurriedly, "Senior, I really don't care, I understand, and a big reason why I have stayed in the club is because of you..."

Song Yu is most afraid that Gao Yihang will stay away from the guitar club because of his own affairs. After all, he likes guitar so much, and the club cannot do without him.

Before he finished speaking, he found that Gao Yihang's eyes were slowly turning red.

Seeing that Song Yu realized his gaffe, Gao Yihang hastily covered the upper half of his face with the back of his hand.

His voice was full of desperation, "Song Yu, although you look careless on the surface, you are actually a very gentle person."

Song Yu saw tears running down Gao Yihang's hands.

"When I was in high school, my liking for boys was discovered by my family. After that, my grades dropped a lot, and I didn't like interacting with people more and more. In fact, I have always been very afraid that my liking for boys would be found out by others. "

He paused, then slowly lowered his hands, revealing a tear-stained face.

"Song Yu, but you are different. You are very cheerful, and it feels like you don't care about anything. In fact, I noticed you when you first joined the guitar club." Gao Yihang seemed to be recalling something very happy, and even slightly He smiled, "You are very familiar with yourself. You told the people in the guitar club that you were sent to the hospital in the middle of the night for kidney stones in high school, and that you heated up pizza with a hair dryer in the dormitory."

Gao Yihang laughed out loud, the teardrops on his chin dripped onto the plaid shirt, turning into dark dots.

"I was thinking at the time, look at how happy this man is, and how silly he looks like he doesn't care about anything. I must become friends with him, because he definitely doesn't mind, and I don't mind that I will be a pervert who likes boys..."

He stopped suddenly, and pulled out an ugly smile at Song Yu.

"But Song Yu, it's all my fault, you mind now, don't you?"

Song Yu felt his heart throbbing. He grabbed Gao Yihang's trembling shoulder and said:

"No senior, I don't mind, we can always be friends, I won't say anything to others!"

Gao Yihang looked at the blurred face through the tears, and stepped back to distance the two of them.

"Song Yu, don't say such things, we can't be friends... I beg you to be tough on me..."

Those choking sounds were blown into the soil by the wind, but fell firmly on Song Yu's heart, and after that, Song Yu's whole April was hoarse.

When the surrounding area became quiet, Gao Yihang slowly put down his hand to wipe away his tears.

He looked at Song Yu deeply, and asked as if he didn't care:

"Song Yu, tell me that you have someone you like, right?"

Song Yu just wanted to deny the conditioned reflex, suddenly bowed his head in silence for a while, then raised his head.

"Yes, senior, I have someone I like very much."

Song Yu still missed the rehearsal that day, and the senior didn't send him a message to ask anything.

Returning to the dormitory top-heavy, Song Yu realized that Qu Xiao was actually there.

Song Yu has just finished dealing with a major event that has troubled him for the past few days, and his whole body is tired of being reborn.He thought that he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he was going to go to bed to play with his mobile phone and sleep for a while. Just as he was about to climb into bed, Qu Xiao walked up to him with his bag on his back and stopped.

"Don't you have club rehearsals? Why come back so early?"

Song Yu didn't want to tell anyone about Gao Yihang, and was about to evade it, so he dealt with it:

"I feel that there will be too many lessons in the future. In fact, I don't like guitar very much, and I plan to quit the club in the future." Song Yu felt that Qu Xiao had been staring at him, and felt that the more he talked, the less confident he was, and he couldn't help but want to change the subject, "You What about it? Why didn’t you go to the library when you didn’t have classes?”

Qu Xiao didn't seem to hear his question at all, but tilted his head alone, looking at Song Yu's guitar that was casually placed on the table.

"Deserved..."

Qu Xiao seemed to chuckle softly, but Song Yu didn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?" He took a careful look at Qu Xiao, Song Yu couldn't wait to hold him in the palm of his hand for this big Buddha whose IQ could crush him into a cake, and he didn't even bat an eye when playing with him. Supported by love.

After a while, Qu Xiao finally opened his mouth: "Song Yu, did you ask about my email before, and there is a new progress?"

"Ah?" Song Yu was nervous for a while, but he also felt how sensitive Qu Xiao was.

"As soon as you came back just now, you had a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if you had experienced some major changes in your life." Song Yu felt that the expression on Qu Xiao's face was exactly the kind of joking expression dedicated to watching dog blood TV series. , "He also said that he was quitting the guitar club. Let me think about what worries you recently, isn't it the anonymous email you mentioned last time?"

Song Yu saw that he seemed to know everything, and always felt that he would say the next sentence immediately, that is, "there is only one truth!"

In Song Yu's mind, although Qu Xiao had moral taints, he was a big boss after all. Song Yu admired his ability and calmness in dealing with things. Unlike Zhou Huoshui, Song Yu felt that he put the anonymous email It was a big mistake to disclose the matter to him completely. I met Gao Yihang at KTV before, and this person would gloat on the sidelines and couldn't help him with anything. If it was Qu Xiao, he should be much more reliable.

"Father Qu, please save me!" The more Song Yu watched, the more he felt that Qu Xiao was a clever little ghost sent by heaven to save him.

After hearing his pleading, Qu Xiao sat down on Song Yu's chair with a noble face, and raised his chin to signal him to continue.

Only then did Song Yu mutter like a little daughter-in-law: "The emails I mentioned earlier have received four in total, and now there are two more that I have no clue about..."

Song Yu recalled Li Bowen who had no flaws, Zhou Huoshui who was as usual, and Zhang Yue who was eccentric but behaved well. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his brain cells were not enough.

After listening to Song Yu's words, Qu Xiao, bathed in Song Yu's expectant eyes, just sneered.

"Yo, our Xiaoyu is so popular?"

Song Yu felt ashamed and annoyed when he heard this, and his voice was a little angry: "Can you stop teasing me just like Zhou Huoshui, maybe someone likes pranks like you and sends some inexplicable emails to tease me !"

As soon as Song Yu finished speaking, he saw that Qu Xiao's face turned black visibly to the naked eye.

He opened his mouth coldly: "Don't, don't wrong a good man, maybe a prankster like me sent you several letters?"

Before Song Yu figured out which part of the boss he touched, Qu Xiao shook the schoolbag on the back of the chair and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Father Qu, I haven't finished talking yet, where are you going!" Song Yu quickly grabbed him.

Unexpectedly, Qu Xiao mercilessly pushed his hand away, "Song Yu, what's the use of stopping me?"

Song Yu felt that Qu Xiao had returned to his cold attitude towards him a few days ago, he looked at Qu Xiao in a daze and continued to say to him:

"What can I help you with? Do you want to beat up the prankster, or drive away the person who is mean to you?"

Song Yu had never faced Qu Xiao's indifferent attitude before, and was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak for a while.

"I'd better help myself, Song Yu, get out of the way, I'm going to the library."

Song Yu didn't speak any more, and slowly moved aside, watching Qu Xiao walk out of the dormitory.

After Qu Xiao left, Song Yu was bored alone in the dormitory, and finally went to bed with his mobile phone.

He lay on the bed, sulking Qu Xiao for a while.

He thought to himself, even if it was because of his inappropriate sense of mischief that he had played a game of stealing a kiss, didn't he, Qu Xiao, come back?These days, I have been worried about the emails. Even if I made a mistake, I should be punished in place, right?Why is Qu Xiao still so angry?

He turned on his phone and read the four familiar emails that he could memorize, feeling even more puzzled.

Even if Qu Xiao was really upset and wanted to send a few more emails to disgust him, could he just send three emails, or at different times throughout the day, wouldn't he be too popular?

Talking about my suggestive line that seems confusing now, out of the five people, Zhou Huoshui was the only one who saw it and called him and yelled. Is he calling for a thief?

Li Bowen is currently a completely innocent person, but Zhang Yue, Song Yu felt strange when he remembered the night when he saw him smoking. He couldn't sleep because of the mail, but such a superficially obedient person, could it be There are also some troubles that are difficult to resolve. I need to smoke a cigarette to calm down. Do I still sit until dawn?

He went back and forth in his mind for a long time before he gradually fell asleep.

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