Chapter 81
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Song Yu was sweating with pain, and his forehead was burning hot. He felt the cold touch, and then he returned to his God a little. He slowly opened his eyes, light pupil floating fog, dazed and confused, staring at the people in front of him.
The darkness outlines Xie Sui's figure, which is familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He gently called out
Xie Sui put his cold fingers on his forehead and bent down, his voice was very low: "fever?"
It seems to be a quiet inquiry, but also seems to be a light self talk.
Song Yu was so ill that he said in a dull voice, "yes." But he protested for himself, saying, "don't go to the hospital." He hates hospitals.
Xie Sui's eyes sank on him.
For a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyes drooped, and his voice was soft: "OK, if we don't go to the hospital, we'll go home first."
Xie Sui leaned over and picked him up with Song Yu's waist on his bracelet.
The moment I was in his arms.
Song Yu was confused. The tip of the nose is the elegant fragrance of washing powder. Through the clean clothes, the ears are close to Xie Sui's chest, and the sound of heart beating is clearly transmitted.
Darkness and fever, let the five senses into a state of contradiction - sometimes dizzy, sometimes magnified clear. For example, now, it's like throwing a big stone into his turbid consciousness, which makes his limbs numb and his blood cold for a second.
Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his whole body was as soft as water and could not be pushed at all.
Even because the mood fluctuation is too big, the follow-up fatigue is like the tide.
He could only grasp Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers empty, like a drowning man.
"No, it's a shame to hold it. I'll go by myself."
He murmured. Under the sweat wet black hair, the ears are white and red, which makes people want to take a bite.
The rain outside is getting smaller.
Xie Sui felt that he was holding a fast-moving body and was hot in his heart. The weak voice of the man in his arms stirred his nerves.
But he never knew that song Yusheng was the most troubled time when he was ill. Like a wild cat, it won't put its paws away when it's sick.
Looking for the flustered and sullen under the heavy pressure all the way to my heart.
He had a cold look and a cold voice.
"How are you going? Crawl back? "
Song Yu has not been so fierce by Xie Sui, but after a little Leng, his grievances come to his mind.
It's even more painful to think that I just said I like him to 008.
Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul lovers.
He likes some kind of scum.
Song Yu was so sad: "you don't have to worry. I'll walk with my legs."
When he opened his mouth, he was stunned by his own voice. Soft and empty, with a strong grievance and anger, like coquetry.
He had a fever, and he was angry with himself.
Who are you playing with.
Song Yu's fingers pulled out the clothes and used a few strength. He was so angry that he kicked in his arms and scratched his paws several times.
Xie Suileng for a long time, aggrieved his hoarse voice.
All of a sudden, any emotion broke down.
Down the eyes, looking at the sick teenager, helpless and heartache, and finally took the upper hand.
Xie Sui liked him for so long and got along with him day and night. Of course, he knew his emotions like the palm of his hand.
His fingers helped him to hold his wet black hair behind his ear and said softly, "if you want to go by yourself, then I am not very useless? The plot shouldn't have developed like this. "
His gentle action dispelled the anger of Song Yu.
What's the plot? The head is heavy, the thought is very simple, was confused by his words.
His ears moved and he led him.
Xie Sui's voice in the night is gentle enough to bring a bit of demagogue: "the dark and gloomy classroom wakes up the male master of the female Lord. Do you remember? "
"You're so scared that I can't help it."
"On a stormy day, two people."
All right, stop it.
Song Yu tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but he was weak.
Xie Sui chuckled: "Song director." Bending down, breath in his ear: "is not you arranged tonight, as the beginning of our love?"
Song Daodao:.... "
One can't argue.
He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms, which was so humiliating that he only showed the back of his head and his bright red ears. Give up the struggle completely. What is it to be held in your arms.
This is the only way to settle down.
After settling down, he fell asleep in Xie suihuai.
Xie Sui took him home, simply changed his clothes, soaked the antipyretic medicine, and fed him to drink one mouthful at a time.
He didn't know whether Song Yu had a simple fever or a relapse of an old disease. He didn't dare to leave for the whole night. He watched his sleeping face quietly with deep eyes.
Under the lamp, the face of the youth is no longer flushed, like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale.
For a long time in his last life, Xie Sui had a very shallow sleep, and insomnia became a habit. So now he sits quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.His thoughts are still being pulled by the rain.
Think of the ghost house that drowned in the tide of despair, and the black rain in the tombstone.
"Water..."
Song Yu murmured softly and called back his thoughts.
The young man's eyelashes trembled, his eyebrows wrinkled, his mouth opened, and his voice was hoarse.
Xie Sui got up to pour water. When he came back, he held his hand with his fingers. He had never taken care of people so gently and carefully.
After drinking water, the feeling of burning in the throat is relieved.
Song Yu's eyebrows slowly spread out, and his body was completely weak, but he was not as miserable as he was in the auditorium. His eyelashes rose slowly, and he looked at Xie Sui's side face. The light flowed over the cold and white skin, and the eyebrows and eyes were as cool as before.
The room was comfortable and the bed was soft, but not his.
So he took shawsy's bed again?
Song Yu opened his eyelids hard, but he closed them down.
Tired feeling permeates every inch of bone marrow, he mutters: "you also come up to sleep together."
Xie Suiyi was stunned, neither laughing nor laughing. Does he know what he's talking about? But the night is too gentle, his heart is also, gently kiss the youth has closed the eyebrows and eyes.
"Good."
Xie Sui was a man with a strong sense of private territory in his last life. Everything required absolute quiet. A little wind and grass could make him highly awake, including the breath of others, except Song Yu.
It seems that when they were children, they also sleep in the same bed.
Manor, midsummer night, cool wind, and boy's milk fragrance.
When the lights were turned off, the room was silent.
Song Yu's burning seems to have faded.
More like this, Xie Suiyue is thinking - what is his disease?
"Metaphor." He gave a gentle cry.
Song Yu is asleep.
Xie Sui laughed in the dark. He did not know what he was laughing at. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.
The memory is lengthened. It is the vine climbing the mountain, the dark iron gate, the big black dog shouting wildly, and the fragrance of the orchard is ten miles. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds has thin and white legs and clear and bright eyes. He was panicked and scared to death. Even if he turned to ask him to catch him, he could be depressed by his excellent verbal skills.
"By what?"
"I hear I like you very much?"
"That's one reason."
"Why don't I know?"
"Ha
the fans are not fans.
He thought that even in his last life, he should have liked Song Yu as a child.
Love is just beginning to bloom.
When I grow up, I will meet again. I just don't know Did you catch up.
The next day was Saturday. Song Yu took the antipyretic. By the time he got up at noon, his depression had disappeared.
He is in good health. Last night's party was so miserable, mostly because of that dream. Like the dream he lost that night, he woke up drowning.
The painful and anxious feeling disappears, but the memory is not eliminated.
He still remembers the conversation with 008, as well as the painful memory.
The most clear scene, or stepped on the needle cylinder.
When he woke up, he regained his consciousness, stroked his sleeves and looked at his white arm - so he was killed by alcohol injection in his last life? This idea floated in his mind, and Song Yu's face turned pale. Not afraid, but ignorant.
Who is it? The warehouse is too dark, the dream is strange, only remember the heart rending dialogue. He seems to be because of Xie Sui's bad crime, listening to the voice like Qin Mo - Paranoid crazy, he can't get people, pull together to go to hell? He is worthy of the people in the book.
I remember that Xie Sui called him at that time.
Finally, will Xie Sui blame himself for this?
The kid who had the best time as a kid because he suffered.
"Eat something when you wake up." Turning the door, Xie Sui walked in.
His eyes and eyebrows are clear and handsome, and his voice is cold as a spring.
Song Yu was stunned. After looking at him, he immediately lowered his head.
"Oh."
Song Yu has a headache when he sees him now.
Especially after I confessed with 008 yesterday that I liked him a little, I didn't know how to face it.
My heart seems to have opened up a breakthrough, breeding out a pile of ideas, he made a mess. If it had not been for the words of 008, he would not have been so entangled.
What is a soul mate?
Who is Zhao Ziyu? Can you hurry up.
But this surname Zhao is a thorn in his heart, he would like to pull out and bite.
Song Yu grabbed his hair and put on his shoes to wash. It was not the first time that he spent the night in Xie Sui. Of course, he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu was staring at himself in the mirror, thinking of the nonsense of 008: "the same favored by heaven, the same excellent, the same smart".Full of bubbles, thoughts spread.
Can come on, the handsome boy in the mirror is not excellent and intelligent? Why are they a couple. Because Zhao Ziyu was chosen by heaven and punished by heaven. Isn't it also the son of heaven?
Song Yu pulled his mouth, and his whole body exuded a flabby and irritable momentum.
Numb brush teeth, just wake up actually have no thoughts, is very chaotic.
Wait for him to sit at the table. Then he glared and took a breath of cold air. His teeth were itching with hatred. His chopsticks were put into the bowl -
it was Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!
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Song Yu was sweating with pain, and his forehead was burning hot. He felt the cold touch, and then he returned to his God a little. He slowly opened his eyes, light pupil floating fog, dazed and confused, staring at the people in front of him.
The darkness outlines Xie Sui's figure, which is familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He gently called out
Xie Sui put his cold fingers on his forehead and bent down, his voice was very low: "fever?"
It seems to be a quiet inquiry, but also seems to be a light self talk.
Song Yu was so ill that he said in a dull voice, "yes." But he protested for himself, saying, "don't go to the hospital." He hates hospitals.
Xie Sui's eyes sank on him.
For a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyes drooped, and his voice was soft: "OK, if we don't go to the hospital, we'll go home first."
Xie Sui leaned over and picked him up with Song Yu's waist on his bracelet.
The moment I was in his arms.
Song Yu was confused. The tip of the nose is the elegant fragrance of washing powder. Through the clean clothes, the ears are close to Xie Sui's chest, and the sound of heart beating is clearly transmitted.
Darkness and fever, let the five senses into a state of contradiction - sometimes dizzy, sometimes magnified clear. For example, now, it's like throwing a big stone into his turbid consciousness, which makes his limbs numb and his blood cold for a second.
Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his whole body was as soft as water and could not be pushed at all.
Even because the mood fluctuation is too big, the follow-up fatigue is like the tide.
He could only grasp Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers empty, like a drowning man.
"No, it's a shame to hold it. I'll go by myself."
He murmured. Under the sweat wet black hair, the ears are white and red, which makes people want to take a bite.
The rain outside is getting smaller.
Xie Sui felt that he was holding a fast-moving body and was hot in his heart. The weak voice of the man in his arms stirred his nerves.
But he never knew that song Yusheng was the most troubled time when he was ill. Like a wild cat, it won't put its paws away when it's sick.
Looking for the flustered and sullen under the heavy pressure all the way to my heart.
He had a cold look and a cold voice.
"How are you going? Crawl back? "
Song Yu has not been so fierce by Xie Sui, but after a little Leng, his grievances come to his mind.
It's even more painful to think that I just said I like him to 008.
Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul lovers.
He likes some kind of scum.
Song Yu was so sad: "you don't have to worry. I'll walk with my legs."
When he opened his mouth, he was stunned by his own voice. Soft and empty, with a strong grievance and anger, like coquetry.
He had a fever, and he was angry with himself.
Who are you playing with.
Song Yu's fingers pulled out the clothes and used a few strength. He was so angry that he kicked in his arms and scratched his paws several times.
Xie Suileng for a long time, aggrieved his hoarse voice.
All of a sudden, any emotion broke down.
Down the eyes, looking at the sick teenager, helpless and heartache, and finally took the upper hand.
Xie Sui liked him for so long and got along with him day and night. Of course, he knew his emotions like the palm of his hand.
His fingers helped him to hold his wet black hair behind his ear and said softly, "if you want to go by yourself, then I am not very useless? The plot shouldn't have developed like this. "
His gentle action dispelled the anger of Song Yu.
What's the plot? The head is heavy, the thought is very simple, was confused by his words.
His ears moved and he led him.
Xie Sui's voice in the night is gentle enough to bring a bit of demagogue: "the dark and gloomy classroom wakes up the male master of the female Lord. Do you remember? "
"You're so scared that I can't help it."
"On a stormy day, two people."
All right, stop it.
Song Yu tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but he was weak.
Xie Sui chuckled: "Song director." Bending down, breath in his ear: "is not you arranged tonight, as the beginning of our love?"
Song Daodao:.... "
One can't argue.
He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms, which was so humiliating that he only showed the back of his head and his bright red ears. Give up the struggle completely. What is it to be held in your arms.
This is the only way to settle down.
After settling down, he fell asleep in Xie suihuai.
Xie Sui took him home, simply changed his clothes, soaked the antipyretic medicine, and fed him to drink one mouthful at a time.
He didn't know whether Song Yu had a simple fever or a relapse of an old disease. He didn't dare to leave for the whole night. He watched his sleeping face quietly with deep eyes.
Under the lamp, the face of the youth is no longer flushed, like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale.
For a long time in his last life, Xie Sui had a very shallow sleep, and insomnia became a habit. So now he sits quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.His thoughts are still being pulled by the rain.
Think of the ghost house that drowned in the tide of despair, and the black rain in the tombstone.
"Water..."
Song Yu murmured softly and called back his thoughts.
The young man's eyelashes trembled, his eyebrows wrinkled, his mouth opened, and his voice was hoarse.
Xie Sui got up to pour water. When he came back, he held his hand with his fingers. He had never taken care of people so gently and carefully.
After drinking water, the feeling of burning in the throat is relieved.
Song Yu's eyebrows slowly spread out, and his body was completely weak, but he was not as miserable as he was in the auditorium. His eyelashes rose slowly, and he looked at Xie Sui's side face. The light flowed over the cold and white skin, and the eyebrows and eyes were as cool as before.
The room was comfortable and the bed was soft, but not his.
So he took shawsy's bed again?
Song Yu opened his eyelids hard, but he closed them down.
Tired feeling permeates every inch of bone marrow, he mutters: "you also come up to sleep together."
Xie Suiyi was stunned, neither laughing nor laughing. Does he know what he's talking about? But the night is too gentle, his heart is also, gently kiss the youth has closed the eyebrows and eyes.
"Good."
Xie Sui was a man with a strong sense of private territory in his last life. Everything required absolute quiet. A little wind and grass could make him highly awake, including the breath of others, except Song Yu.
It seems that when they were children, they also sleep in the same bed.
Manor, midsummer night, cool wind, and boy's milk fragrance.
When the lights were turned off, the room was silent.
Song Yu's burning seems to have faded.
More like this, Xie Suiyue is thinking - what is his disease?
"Metaphor." He gave a gentle cry.
Song Yu is asleep.
Xie Sui laughed in the dark. He did not know what he was laughing at. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.
The memory is lengthened. It is the vine climbing the mountain, the dark iron gate, the big black dog shouting wildly, and the fragrance of the orchard is ten miles. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds has thin and white legs and clear and bright eyes. He was panicked and scared to death. Even if he turned to ask him to catch him, he could be depressed by his excellent verbal skills.
"By what?"
"I hear I like you very much?"
"That's one reason."
"Why don't I know?"
"Ha
the fans are not fans.
He thought that even in his last life, he should have liked Song Yu as a child.
Love is just beginning to bloom.
When I grow up, I will meet again. I just don't know Did you catch up.
The next day was Saturday. Song Yu took the antipyretic. By the time he got up at noon, his depression had disappeared.
He is in good health. Last night's party was so miserable, mostly because of that dream. Like the dream he lost that night, he woke up drowning.
The painful and anxious feeling disappears, but the memory is not eliminated.
He still remembers the conversation with 008, as well as the painful memory.
The most clear scene, or stepped on the needle cylinder.
When he woke up, he regained his consciousness, stroked his sleeves and looked at his white arm - so he was killed by alcohol injection in his last life? This idea floated in his mind, and Song Yu's face turned pale. Not afraid, but ignorant.
Who is it? The warehouse is too dark, the dream is strange, only remember the heart rending dialogue. He seems to be because of Xie Sui's bad crime, listening to the voice like Qin Mo - Paranoid crazy, he can't get people, pull together to go to hell? He is worthy of the people in the book.
I remember that Xie Sui called him at that time.
Finally, will Xie Sui blame himself for this?
The kid who had the best time as a kid because he suffered.
"Eat something when you wake up." Turning the door, Xie Sui walked in.
His eyes and eyebrows are clear and handsome, and his voice is cold as a spring.
Song Yu was stunned. After looking at him, he immediately lowered his head.
"Oh."
Song Yu has a headache when he sees him now.
Especially after I confessed with 008 yesterday that I liked him a little, I didn't know how to face it.
My heart seems to have opened up a breakthrough, breeding out a pile of ideas, he made a mess. If it had not been for the words of 008, he would not have been so entangled.
What is a soul mate?
Who is Zhao Ziyu? Can you hurry up.
But this surname Zhao is a thorn in his heart, he would like to pull out and bite.
Song Yu grabbed his hair and put on his shoes to wash. It was not the first time that he spent the night in Xie Sui. Of course, he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu was staring at himself in the mirror, thinking of the nonsense of 008: "the same favored by heaven, the same excellent, the same smart".Full of bubbles, thoughts spread.
Can come on, the handsome boy in the mirror is not excellent and intelligent? Why are they a couple. Because Zhao Ziyu was chosen by heaven and punished by heaven. Isn't it also the son of heaven?
Song Yu pulled his mouth, and his whole body exuded a flabby and irritable momentum.
Numb brush teeth, just wake up actually have no thoughts, is very chaotic.
Wait for him to sit at the table. Then he glared and took a breath of cold air. His teeth were itching with hatred. His chopsticks were put into the bowl -
it was Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!
Song Yu was sweating with pain, and his forehead was burning hot. He felt the cold touch, and then he returned to his God a little. He slowly opened his eyes, light pupil floating fog, dazed and confused, staring at the people in front of him. The darkness outlines Xie Sui's figure, which is familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He gently called out Xie Sui put his cold fingers on his forehead and bent down, his voice was very low: "fever?" It seems to be a quiet inquiry, but also seems to be a light self talk. Song Yu was so ill that he said in a dull voice, "yes." But he protested for himself, saying, "don't go to the hospital." He hates hospitals. Xie Sui's eyes sank on him. For a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyes drooped, and his voice was soft: "OK, if we don't go to the hospital, we'll go home first." Xie Sui leaned over and picked him up with Song Yu's waist on his bracelet. The moment I was in his arms. Song Yu was confused. The tip of the nose is the elegant fragrance of washing powder. Through the clean clothes, the ears are close to Xie Sui's chest, and the sound of heart beating is clearly transmitted. Darkness and fever, let the five senses into a state of contradiction - sometimes dizzy, sometimes magnified clear. For example, now, it's like throwing a big stone into his turbid consciousness, which makes his limbs numb and his blood cold for a second. Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his whole body was as soft as water and could not be pushed at all. Even because the mood fluctuation is too big, the follow-up fatigue is like the tide. He could only grasp Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers empty, like a drowning man. "No, it's a shame to hold it. I'll go by myself." He murmured. Under the sweat wet black hair, the ears are white and red, which makes people want to take a bite. The rain outside is getting smaller. Xie Sui felt that he was holding a fast-moving body and was hot in his heart. The weak voice of the man in his arms stirred his nerves. But he never knew that song Yusheng was the most troubled time when he was ill. Like a wild cat, it won't put its paws away when it's sick. Looking for the flustered and sullen under the heavy pressure all the way to my heart. He had a cold look and a cold voice. "How are you going? Crawl back? " Song Yu has not been so fierce by Xie Sui, but after a little Leng, his grievances come to his mind. It's even more painful to think that I just said I like him to 008. Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul lovers. He likes some kind of scum. Song Yu was so sad: "you don't have to worry. I'll walk with my legs." When he opened his mouth, he was stunned by his own voice. Soft and empty, with a strong grievance and anger, like coquetry. He had a fever, and he was angry with himself. Who are you playing with. Song Yu's fingers pulled out the clothes and used a few strength. He was so angry that he kicked in his arms and scratched his paws several times. Xie Suileng for a long time, aggrieved his hoarse voice. All of a sudden, any emotion broke down. Down the eyes, looking at the sick teenager, helpless and heartache, and finally took the upper hand. Xie Sui liked him for so long and got along with him day and night. Of course, he knew his emotions like the palm of his hand. His fingers helped him to hold his wet black hair behind his ear and said softly, "if you want to go by yourself, then I am not very useless? The plot shouldn't have developed like this. " His gentle action dispelled the anger of Song Yu. What's the plot? The head is heavy, the thought is very simple, was confused by his words. His ears moved and he led him. Xie Sui's voice in the night is gentle enough to bring a bit of demagogue: "the dark and gloomy classroom wakes up the male master of the female Lord. Do you remember? " "You're so scared that I can't help it." "On a stormy day, two people." All right, stop it. Song Yu tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but he was weak. Xie Sui chuckled: "Song director." Bending down, breath in his ear: "is not you arranged tonight, as the beginning of our love?" Song Daodao:.... " One can't argue. He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms, which was so humiliating that he only showed the back of his head and his bright red ears. Give up the struggle completely. What is it to be held in your arms. This is the only way to settle down. After settling down, he fell asleep in Xie suihuai. Xie Sui took him home, simply changed his clothes, soaked the antipyretic medicine, and fed him to drink one mouthful at a time. He didn't know whether Song Yu had a simple fever or a relapse of an old disease. He didn't dare to leave for the whole night. He watched his sleeping face quietly with deep eyes. Under the lamp, the face of the youth is no longer flushed, like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale. For a long time in his last life, Xie Sui had a very shallow sleep, and insomnia became a habit. So now he sits quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.His thoughts are still being pulled by the rain. Think of the ghost house that drowned in the tide of despair, and the black rain in the tombstone. "Water..." Song Yu murmured softly and called back his thoughts. The young man's eyelashes trembled, his eyebrows wrinkled, his mouth opened, and his voice was hoarse. Xie Sui got up to pour water. When he came back, he held his hand with his fingers. He had never taken care of people so gently and carefully. After drinking water, the feeling of burning in the throat is relieved. Song Yu's eyebrows slowly spread out, and his body was completely weak, but he was not as miserable as he was in the auditorium. His eyelashes rose slowly, and he looked at Xie Sui's side face. The light flowed over the cold and white skin, and the eyebrows and eyes were as cool as before. The room was comfortable and the bed was soft, but not his. So he took shawsy's bed again? Song Yu opened his eyelids hard, but he closed them down. Tired feeling permeates every inch of bone marrow, he mutters: "you also come up to sleep together." Xie Suiyi was stunned, neither laughing nor laughing. Does he know what he's talking about? But the night is too gentle, his heart is also, gently kiss the youth has closed the eyebrows and eyes. "Good." Xie Sui was a man with a strong sense of private territory in his last life. Everything required absolute quiet. A little wind and grass could make him highly awake, including the breath of others, except Song Yu. It seems that when they were children, they also sleep in the same bed. Manor, midsummer night, cool wind, and boy's milk fragrance. When the lights were turned off, the room was silent. Song Yu's burning seems to have faded. More like this, Xie Suiyue is thinking - what is his disease? "Metaphor." He gave a gentle cry. Song Yu is asleep. Xie Sui laughed in the dark. He did not know what he was laughing at. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time. The memory is lengthened. It is the vine climbing the mountain, the dark iron gate, the big black dog shouting wildly, and the fragrance of the orchard is ten miles. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds has thin and white legs and clear and bright eyes. He was panicked and scared to death. Even if he turned to ask him to catch him, he could be depressed by his excellent verbal skills. "By what?" "I hear I like you very much?" "That's one reason." "Why don't I know?" "Ha the fans are not fans. He thought that even in his last life, he should have liked Song Yu as a child. Love is just beginning to bloom. When I grow up, I will meet again. I just don't know Did you catch up. The next day was Saturday. Song Yu took the antipyretic. By the time he got up at noon, his depression had disappeared. He is in good health. Last night's party was so miserable, mostly because of that dream. Like the dream he lost that night, he woke up drowning. The painful and anxious feeling disappears, but the memory is not eliminated. He still remembers the conversation with 008, as well as the painful memory. The most clear scene, or stepped on the needle cylinder. When he woke up, he regained his consciousness, stroked his sleeves and looked at his white arm - so he was killed by alcohol injection in his last life? This idea floated in his mind, and Song Yu's face turned pale. Not afraid, but ignorant. Who is it? The warehouse is too dark, the dream is strange, only remember the heart rending dialogue. He seems to be because of Xie Sui's bad crime, listening to the voice like Qin Mo - Paranoid crazy, he can't get people, pull together to go to hell? He is worthy of the people in the book. I remember that Xie Sui called him at that time. Finally, will Xie Sui blame himself for this? The kid who had the best time as a kid because he suffered. "Eat something when you wake up." Turning the door, Xie Sui walked in. His eyes and eyebrows are clear and handsome, and his voice is cold as a spring. Song Yu was stunned. After looking at him, he immediately lowered his head. "Oh." Song Yu has a headache when he sees him now. Especially after I confessed with 008 yesterday that I liked him a little, I didn't know how to face it. My heart seems to have opened up a breakthrough, breeding out a pile of ideas, he made a mess. If it had not been for the words of 008, he would not have been so entangled. What is a soul mate? Who is Zhao Ziyu? Can you hurry up. But this surname Zhao is a thorn in his heart, he would like to pull out and bite. Song Yu grabbed his hair and put on his shoes to wash. It was not the first time that he spent the night in Xie Sui. Of course, he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu was staring at himself in the mirror, thinking of the nonsense of 008: "the same favored by heaven, the same excellent, the same smart".Full of bubbles, thoughts spread. Can come on, the handsome boy in the mirror is not excellent and intelligent? Why are they a couple. Because Zhao Ziyu was chosen by heaven and punished by heaven. Isn't it also the son of heaven? Song Yu pulled his mouth, and his whole body exuded a flabby and irritable momentum. Numb brush teeth, just wake up actually have no thoughts, is very chaotic. Wait for him to sit at the table. Then he glared and took a breath of cold air. His teeth were itching with hatred. His chopsticks were put into the bowl - it was Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!
