After testing the reaction of five base friends who were stolen from their kisses

For the remaining few days of this week, Song Yu had a very hard life. While hiding from Gao Yihang in the club, he had to be afraid of Qu Xiao in the dormitory and then sneered at him. From time to time, he still remembered the matter of the remaining two emails. Thinking of how happy a boy he was before, Song Yu felt that he couldn't survive a day now.

On Saturday afternoon, he helped Wang Yanyan to buy eggs in the supermarket at the entrance of the community, and met Zhang Yue's mother who was shopping for vegetables.

In Song Yu's mind, Zhang's mother is a typical southern woman, with fair skin, petite stature, and a soft-spoken voice. Song Yu even thought that Zhang Yue must be Zhang's mother when he learned to speak when he was a child. One sentence taught.

When I first met Zhang Yue, Zhang Yue was still the shortest among children of the same age. Back then, Song Yu thought that Aunt Zhang should have looked like this when she was young.

Mama Zhang and Wang Yanyan are completely divided between the North and the South.

Different from Wang Yanyan who scolded people with a thunderous momentum like a firecracker, Mama Zhang even scolded people with a bit of Yingge-style coquettishness.So before getting to know Zhang Yue well, Song Yu had a slight liking for Zhang Yue because of that face.

But I don't know if it's because Zhang Yue's body is getting taller day by day, and the edges and corners of his face that belong to boys are also revealed. Song Yu gradually only thinks that Zhang Yue has such a face for nothing.

Zhang's mother and Song Yu left the supermarket together, and when they were about to part ways, she suddenly said:

"Xiaoyu, on weekdays, if you are not busy studying, you can come to Auntie's house to play more. Don't look at Yueyue's kid who doesn't say anything. He actually wants you to spend more time with him."

Song Yu quickly agreed.

Zhang's mother probably heard Song Yu's perfunctory, and frowned,

"Do you still remember the puppy named Doudou that you two raised together when you were young? At the beginning, Yueyue's father always disagreed, and Yueyue only asked for it after crying and making noises."

Zhang's mother sighed carefully, "I am a mother, how can I not know? That child Yueyue never likes puppies. He knows you like dogs and wants you to come to our house to accompany him more, so he fights." He asked his father for his life."

Zhang's mother glanced at Song Yu, seeing that he was silent, she continued,

"Zhang Yue grew up so big, he mentioned you as a friend in front of his father and me."

After Song Yu heard this, he felt that Zhang's mother really thought highly of him, but he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.He quickly assured Zhang's mother that he would go to Zhang Yuebusy as soon as he was free, and ran home without looking back with his eggs in his hands.

That night, Song Yu had a rare insomnia again.

He tossed and turned for a while, and finally got up to get his phone.

After clicking on WeChat, Song Yu quietly stared at the spitz with its tongue sticking out for a while.

Is this person really so stupid... Even an inconspicuous avatar wants to make others happy.

The more he thought about it, the more sour he felt. After thinking for a long time, he edited a WeChat message and sent it.

"You should smoke less in the future, and don't stay up late, so Aunt Zhang will worry about you."

Song Yu turned around and threw the phone away, lay on the bed for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had threatened Zhang Yue when he went to Zhang Yue's house that day, so he couldn't help picking up the phone and sending another one.

"Actually, I'm worried about you too"

After sending this WeChat message, he regretted it so much. He wanted to withdraw it but was afraid that Zhang Yue would misunderstand that he was threatening him. If he didn't withdraw it, he was also afraid that Zhang Yue would misunderstand him in another way...

He lay on the bed and waited quietly for a while, but the phone didn't respond.

Maybe I went to bed early today, Song Yu thought dizzily.

The days of returning to school have calmed down, and this year's Lawn Music Festival has arrived unconsciously.

The annual lawn music festival is basically held in early May. The lawn in the school, nicknamed Lover's Slope, is large enough, and the stage of the music festival is usually set on it.

In fact, within a few days after Gao Yihang's incident, Song Yu and Jiang Wanting mentioned the matter of quitting the company on WeChat.

The senior sister didn't say anything more, but asked Song Yu to stay until this year's Lawn Music Festival was over on the grounds that he had a lot of work recently.

Song Yu bit the bullet and bustled up and down in the club, persisted for two weeks, and finally looked forward to the music festival.

The school's main clubs related to dance and music will arrange several programs by themselves or jointly, and the students from the school's student union are responsible for the venue and equipment of the music festival.

As a pillar of the club, Gao Yihang is asked to put on a one-man show every year, but because he has to prepare for studying abroad this year, the club only arranges him to accompany a few relatively important shows.

Before Song Yu and Gao Yihang were close, they usually followed Gao Yihang, and he would go to whichever program Gao Yihang went to.

But this year, the two were separated, and Song Yu was assigned to the harmonica club alone.

There are relatively few people in the harmonica club, and there are two programs when all members are mobilized, one is their own ensemble, and the other is a two-person ensemble of their Shehua and Song Yu.

The ensemble program was ahead of Song Yu and the others, and Song Yu squatted on the side of the stage to take a look.

In fact, Song Yu saw their ensemble rehearsal several times when he passed by because he was looking for their social flowers.

At that time, Zhou Huoshui was assigned as the C position, and Song Yu thought that the Harmonica Society pills, but today, the stage effect turned out to be pretty good.

Zhou Huoshui was squeezed among the members of the harmonica club. Although he didn't know how many times he played the harmonica, he was wearing a denim jacket and wrapped in a black harmonica.

There were a lot of people playing in the ensemble, and the song was "The Wind Rises", which was relatively cheerful, so the atmosphere of the scene was quite lively.

Song Yu looked down the stage, and saw that the grass was full of people sitting on it.

He saw Li Bowen and Qu Xiao from the front flank of the crowd.

Li Bowen seemed to be teasing the two girls sitting next to him.

Qu Xiao stood alone on the edge of the crowd.He was carrying a camera on his back, and he should have taken over the job of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union of the school.

Song Yu met Gao Yihang when he was about to take the stage, but both of them were silent and did not greet each other.

When standing on the stage, Song Yu felt for the first time that this year's stage is really big.

The social flower of the harmonica club is a tall girl, and today she wore a wine-red dress, standing beside Song Yu with long hair gracefully.

On such a big stage, there are only two performers who meet by chance.

The tone of the harmonica is louder, and the guitar should be its accompaniment, but tonight, Song Yu used these two different instruments to play a deeply affectionate song "The Moon Represents My Heart". There was a taste of two lonely travelers from the end of the world meeting each other on a narrow road.

During Song Yu's rehearsal, he fantasized that he was nervous and at a loss, but at this moment, he was strumming the guitar, looking at the faces in the audience who couldn't see clearly, only thinking of the boy who was leaning next to him last year, wearing a plaid shirt That calm profile.

He thought, at that time, Tao was common, but life was impermanent.

The person you thought could accompany you for a long time may be separated from each other in the blink of an eye, and they will never see each other again.

The music festival ended before nine o'clock, and the people from the harmonica club came over again and said they would have a social dinner.

Song Yu felt that it would be extremely embarrassing to be squeezed into a small space like a car with Gao Yihang, so he ignored everyone's gazes and dragged Zhou Huoshui and the two people from the Harmonica Club into another taxi.

As soon as Zhou Huoshui got in the car, he began to harass Song Yu, saying that he had asked professional technicians to film tonight's stage and wanted to enjoy it with him.

Song Yu was too tired to talk to him.

Zhou Huoshui flipped through his phone beside him, and suddenly shouted: "Hey Song Yu, your roommate is not good at taking pictures!"

Song Yu turned around and saw him pouted at the phone, thinking that he seemed to see Qu Xiao with a camera tonight.

"You mean Qu Xiao, the one we met at the gate of Jiaochao last time?" He wondered when the two hooked up.

"That's right, it's him. I saw him bring a camera before I went on stage today, so I'll just ask him." Zhou Huoshui flicked the screen a few more times.

"Has he been photographed by you? It shouldn't be, he is a member of the school's propaganda department."

Song Yu felt that Zhou Huoshui probably set a semi-permanent ten-level beauty filter in his heart, and now he couldn't accept the blow of reality for a while.

"No, look! His fucking camera was not aimed at me at all, I almost ran out of the photo with one foot!"

Sung-woo sticks his head in front of his phone.

In the photo, Zhou Huoshui was indeed taken as a background board.

Just as he was about to laugh at Zhou Huoshui, he was startled by his ghostly cry.

"Fucking old Song, look who this is hahaha!"

Song Yu took a closer look at the photo, only to realize that he was peeking from the side of the stage, and Qu Xiao took a straight shot of him.

His face was hidden in the darkness with resentment, like a doormat.

Song Yu was extremely skeptical that Qu Xiao took such a ghostly picture, and dared to pass the photo to Zhou Huoshui. Not only did he not pay attention to Zhou Huoshui, but he also knew that this photo would definitely be appreciated by him, so he thought Simply kill two birds with one stone, and send the photos to immediately separate two people.

"Hahaha forget it, I'll go back and take a screenshot of myself, and I can also make you an emoji by the way!"

Song Yu glanced at Zhou Huoshui resentfully, thinking that this idiot had been sold to someone, and he cheerfully counted the money.

After the car drove for a while, Zhou Huoshui leaned into Song Yu's ear cheaply and asked in a low voice:

"Old Song, I saw you and your senior ignoring each other at the backstage tonight. What's going on?"

Song Yu glanced at Zhou Huoshui, and didn't bother to make up any more reasons to hide it from him, so he gave a brief account of Gao Yihang's affairs weakly.

The strange thing is that after Zhou Huoshui finished listening, he didn't gloat, just kept silent.

Song Yu couldn't help but said: "What are you thinking? Why don't you talk? When did you have such a conscience."

Only then did Zhou Huoshui seem to have regained his senses. He looked at Song Yu, but his eyes were a little dodge:

"Old Song, you finally told me that you received four emails in total. Have you figured out who sent them now?"

Song Yu looked at him, always felt that this person was going to reveal his essence of being a shit-stirring stick again, and gave himself a bad idea, so he couldn't help but threaten:

"What are you worrying about?" He lightly pinched Zhou Huoshui's exposed nape of the neck, "Anyway, after Gao Yihang's incident, I figured it out, and if someone harassed me with anonymous emails, I'll be caught." Yes, if it’s a confession, I will sternly reject it..."

Song Yu suddenly saw Zhou Huoshui trembling, and then asked tremblingly:

"Then... what if it was a prank?"

Song Yu remembered Qu Xiao's attitude towards him recently, and smiled at Zhou Huoshui:

"Then wait for me to beat him to death!"