Chapter 28

"Can you fucking stop drinking!" A drunken man rushed out from the door of KYV. His cheeks were flushed and his steps were staggering. One of them couldn't stabilize and fell to the ground. It had just rained and was wet. The ground was covered with dirt, and the man groaned when he fell. He didn't see him screaming in pain, but he patted the ground and said that he was disgusting. He was really drunk.

A woman came out behind him, probably his wife or relatives. The woman held her forehead and shook her head at the man while standing on the steps of the KTV. She wanted to pretend that she didn't know the drunk, but her conscience couldn't handle it, so she threw him in the No one cares about the road, don't know what will happen.

The woman stepped forward to help the man up, trying to lift him up, but she was not strong enough. The man didn't cooperate with her, so the woman let go of her hand and threw him completely on the ground, angrily saying, "Drink, drink, drink to death!"

Behind him, there are many jokes, and occasionally passers-by also cast curious glances. The woman was helpless for a while and wanted to cry.

Han Chengyu raised his chin, Sanhu was ordered as a servant, and then ran over to help. The woman was very surprised, and quickly said that he should not be bothered, Sanhu said don't say anything, and let him go first.

Several people came out of the KTV door one after another, blocking the door in parallel, and at a glance, they knew that it was not a good thing.

With a cigarette in his hand, Song Yu stood beside Han Chengyu, stared at the drunk who fell in the middle of the road, and said coldly, "Brother Han is still a good person? Why is it different from what I heard? Big brother? "

"How can I have a big brother Song? I fought with my junior two days ago, and I haven't been punished yet? This is black and white."

"There's no way, there's someone on Song Ye's way." Song Yu's mouth was poor for a while, but it was because he heard a few people talking about them in the corridor just now. , Yin spicy, not easy to provoke, not good stubble, they chose to take the crime of being honest, so they went out and put on such a big show, standing in line at the door, cigarettes in their hands.

"I'll vomit." Liang Qi expressed her opinion on the side. He still remembered the reaction of the group of people when they saw their reaction. They all looked like turtles with their heads shrunk. Liang Qi also wondered who these seniors in high school were provoking? Why is he not human anymore?

Also ruthless, what words.

Song Yu flicked the soot and said to Han Chengyu, "Where are you sending that person?"

Han Chengyu looked up and saw that the three tigers had almost lifted the person out of sight, and he shouted at the three tigers, "Hey, that stupid lack, where are you going to fix the person?"

Sanhu looked back and said loudly, "Boss, I'll take it to the car. It's not far, it's right here."

He pointed, the woman nodded beside him, and Han Chengyu allowed it.

"Are you okay? Go back to my shop and sit down." Han Chengyu asked Song Yu, Song Yu was the only one beside him, don't care if he is pretending or not, but he is a good-looking person, and he is absolutely strong from any angle. , That sword eyebrow is slightly raised to be amorous, the eyes are slightly changed to be the rivers and lakes, and the posture is casually posed as a poster, a blockbuster, even if Han Chengyu, a notorious person, is inferior in front of him.

Song Yu exudes charm from the bottom of his body. It is not usually enough to look good. He is too mysterious in this person, and mystery is often the most attractive trait.

He wears simple casual clothes. He doesn't like other colors, only black. The zipper is pulled to the top, but he doesn't hide his chin. His slender neck is looming, and his head is slightly bowed. In the south of the city, if you want to find someone who surpasses Song Yu's temperament, Han Chengyu can definitely say no.

There was no such person among the people he knew.

Although they didn't care who the school grass was, and even thought such a title was boring, they could also talk about why Song Yu was not the school grass in the south of the city.

Because most people think that Song Yu is too high and cold, and he is surrounded by cold strangers. There is no doubt about this, coupled with his role as a good stubble in the graduating class, and his friend is Han Chengyu, a social cancer. , how could he not put the title of school grass on him, the more important reason is that some people think that Song Yu is too masculine, that is, not soft enough, his face is resolute and sharp, and at that time a handsome and good reputation Boys who can live in the world are very popular, and their school grass is such a sunny and cute little boy, which is very attractive.

But in Han Chengyu's opinion, even if he throws away his personal feelings, he still thinks Song Yu is better.

Well, what kind of man is a man who is not masculine? The big Han Chengyu thinks so.

"I'll go to your store, where is your little baby?" Song Yu said it after seeing it, and the quarrel with Han Chengyu was not over yet.

Han Chengyu glanced back, but didn't see the little treasure in Song Yu's mouth, he said, "Find any corner to plug it in, he's easy to support, you can put it anywhere."

Song Yu sneered and didn't want to expose it.

"Brother Han, something." The child who was incompatible with the bigwigs ran out, holding the car key in his hand, and handing it to Han Chengyu, this person is familiar to everyone today, the protagonist of the party.

Han Chengyu took it and stroked the child's head, like a cat and dog, but the cat and dog's eyes were not soft. Although they behaved very obediently, Song Yu keenly sensed the aggression.

He hoped he felt wrong.

"Boss, I'm sending you off." Sanhu walked back and immediately reported to Han Chengyu, he really regarded him as the boss.

"I thought you weren't coming back, why don't you go with someone?" Han Chengyu teased him.

Sanhu was also honest and said, "He has a husband, how can I go with him?"

"Silly Que." Han Chengyu scolded and shook the key in his hand, "Let's go, go back to my shop, we'll meet again."

"No," Song Yu suddenly refused, he stopped smoking cigarettes, looked in one direction, and showed a fascinated smile, "I have something to do."

When Han Chengyu received his rejection, he was very dissatisfied, "When did you schedule again?"

Song Yu said boldly, "Just now."

Han Chengyu stared at him.

Song Yu recovered, threw the cigarette, and said to him: "I didn't lie to you, it was really okay just now, and now it is really okay."

Han Chengyu followed his line of sight and saw nothing. He couldn't help but suspect that Song Yu had seen a ghost, and suddenly became excited.

He called it excitement, and he did smell the excitement in Song Yu's eyes.

There was no one on the road, and went home late, staggering the rush hour of going to and from school.

Cheng Yan's clothes are tied around his waist, he has a one-shoulder backpack, and he is playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He occasionally looks up at the road. He is also talking about Zhao Yibai. He just turned from the KTV road to this road. Of course, Han Chengyu will see not to him.

Except for the sharp-eyed Song Yu.

Cheng Yan didn't notice anyone following him at all. He said he was careful, he didn't even notice that he was being followed, and he said he was careless. He could look up the road again. Song Yu didn't have the patience to play a tug-of-war with him. He took his cell phone without authorization.

When the phone was taken away, Cheng Yan raised his head in panic. The little face that could be called a pale face was quite interesting, but it was Song Yu who was afraid that the frown was not tight enough.

"Song Yu?" Cheng Yan looked around, "Why are you here?"

"How did you find out about your bad habits if you weren't here?" Song Yu wasn't joking and looked serious, "Do you think your lifespan is too long or is it that the King of Hell is not busy enough?"

Cheng Yan explained: "I was chatting with Zhao Yibai and asked him when he would come back. He was not playing anything else."

"What are you, Zhao Yibai? Are you the guide on Huangquan Road?" Song Yu ignored Cheng Yan's snatch and held the phone high. His behavior was too naive for Cheng Yan to complain.

"Give it to me," Cheng Yan said, "it's serious about next week's game, don't make trouble."

Song Yu pinched the phone and said solemnly, "I don't have the time to make trouble with you, don't let me see it a second time."

Cheng Yan: "..."

What, he was suddenly angry?

Isn't this a normal thing? He used to play, and he didn't listen to what Song Yu said. What happened now, he started to care about what he did.

Questioning is questioning, but Song Yu can't be provoked when he is serious. Cheng Yan has a good grasp of it, and he said, "Okay, I promise."

Song Yu gave him a deep look before putting down his hand and handing over the phone.

Cheng Yan got his mobile phone and hurriedly stuffed it into his backpack, muttering something in his mouth: "This is a normal thing, many people have done it before, and it's not a big deal."

Song Yu didn't listen to his nonsense: "What many people do is normal? Because you played with your mobile phone and caused the car to hit you, is the responsibility yours or the driver's? Why should the driver pour the blood mold for you? behavior to pay for?"

"Ah...this..."

"Not many people do what is right. You'd better have your own opinion in your heart." Song Yu had to say more, but when the words came to his mouth, he took them back, swallowed them into his throat, and swallowed them into his stomach.

Cheng Yan waited for a long time. In short, he was very fierce. He really rarely saw Song Yu so fierce.

Cheng Yan picked up his mouth and said, "I understand what you mean, I just don't think it's a big deal to reply. I'll try not to play with my phone on the road in the future, okay?"

Some people can't tolerate sand in their eyes, but Song Yu is not that kind of person. Cheng Yan doesn't know what medicine he took wrong, and he cares about these sesame-sized things.

Fortunately, Song Yu is easy to coax... Eh, why does he think he is easy to coax? Oh, coaxed him once last time.

Before he knew it, he thought too far, and Cheng Yan quickly shook off the abnormal picture in his mind.

"Why are you so late today?" Song Yu asked knowingly, "Playing?"

"Well," Cheng Yan asked him, "Why are you so late, what are you doing around here?"

"Someone has a birthday," Song Yu said, "you know it too."

Cheng Yan pointed to himself: "I know?"

Song Yu said, "Tang Jiale."

Rely on, really know.

Cheng Yan put down his hands, no wonder Tang Jiale was absent this afternoon, but Cheng Yan didn't understand why he asked for leave to celebrate his birthday. He didn't like birthdays himself, and felt that it was naive for a boy to ask for leave for this kind of thing.

"Hey wait," Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu, "You know him? What is his birthday?"

"Someone does it for him. That person is my friend. I'm going to see his face." Song Yu didn't mention Han Chengyu's name. He didn't think it was necessary, so Cheng Yan knew about it. .

It should be a very important friend. Song Yu is very difficult to ask. Although Cheng Yan has never had a birthday, he knows that even if he does, Song Yu may not be willing to come. Song Yu said that he hates these worldly things. ceremonial stuff. Song Yu may come if he invites him, but he must be reluctant, just like now, it's just for the sake of his friends, otherwise he will definitely not participate.

"Who did you practice with?" Song Yu interrupted Cheng Yan's wild thoughts.

"What?" Cheng Yan didn't respond.

"Today, who is the opponent?"

"Kang Wei and the others, you don't know them, we're in the next class." Cheng Yan said lightly, as if he didn't achieve a satisfying sense of emptiness.

"Isn't the second class the biggest enemy of your class? Gao Ming's class." Song Yu had some news in his hand.

"It's them, but they are also training more, so how can we spend time with us." As a school team player and the captain of the second team, Gao Ming has already formulated a perfect training plan. It is different for people whose opponents are not stable.

"Others are training, you are gone?"

Cheng Yan had a headache when he said it: "I don't have a good group, and they all say that I can't do anything when I go home."

"Is there a lot of people in the south of the city? It's not a problem for golfers everywhere to form a group." If you pull one or two people from the school, 80% of them will play. Not to mention the south of the city, golfers are not everywhere. Have? The fierce competition never stopped, and Song Yu didn't quite understand the lack of manpower.

"It's not that simple..." Cheng Yan wanted to say something. Looking at Song Yu, he couldn't really say a word, so he only vaguely said, "Personal connections are also a very important part."

Song Yu wouldn't understand. He was so eager to be invited by others, even watching other people's games would make people feel like it was his honor, not to mention Gouging his fingers to form a team, the ceiling was always unaware.

"Then don't practice?"

"Well...wait for Yibai to come back." Cheng Yan's back path was Zhao Yibai, this reliable buddy, Song Yu's eyes dimmed, and he didn't answer any more.

But he turned to mention: "There are only a few days left, how much time do you have for him?"

Being reminded like this, Cheng Yan was confused, he fell into thinking, Song Yu told him to leave, Cheng Yan followed slowly, Zhao Yibai didn't give him the exact time to return, his aunt's condition was so serious , he couldn't get away for a while, right?

Cheng Yan scratched his head. When he got to the platform, the No. 105 bus was about to arrive. Song Yu and he didn't get along, but accompanied Cheng Yan to wait for the bus to arrive.

Song Yu never said a word, looking at the bus in front of her.

Cheng Yan lined up to get on the bus. While waiting anxiously, there was a sentence in his throat, but he didn't dare to say it. This sentence didn't take a while, but had been brewing for a long time, and he didn't choose to say it. The queue was getting shorter and shorter. When it was Cheng Yan's turn to step forward, he turned his head sharply, Song Yu was standing behind him, and there was a dazzling presence under the signboard. Say, "You, you... have time?"

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, which meant to let him continue.

Cheng Yan gritted his teeth, as if he would die if he said it in his throat. Cheng Yan, who was living toward death, couldn't bear it any longer, and blurted out, "If I have time, can I please... help me?"

He could feel the strong wind blowing in front of him, he looked at Song Yu's hair, the short hair was messy, and it was randomly covered in front of his forehead, but there was a lot of unruly wind, and the bangs lifted by the wind showed the standard of repair. The sharp sword eyebrows, the whole face became rigid, the lips opened and closed, with deliberate tenderness and playfulness, softly said: "I thought you made up your mind to live with me to the end."

Cheng Yan's eyes widened, but he didn't hear very clearly, and seemed to be afraid to confirm that the bus door had been slowly closed. He walked inward along the handrail, struggling to look at the figure of Song Yu who had passed by amid the crowd.

"Ding dong."

It was the sound of a text message coming in. Cheng Yan took out his phone, and a few words lay on the screen:

——See you at the Central Basketball Arena at 6:00 pm tomorrow.

There are no other words, no words that make people's ears red, and no ambiguous voice lines, but Cheng Yan seems to hear the voice and tone of his voice close to his ears.

The phone was attached to his chest, and there was no deer bumping around, because the deer started bumping around a long time ago, and he was already numb, rigid, and dull.

His little deer had already been killed on the night he met Song Yu.