Chapter 31

To what extent? This is also... can you say?

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is a little big, Cheng Yan's snow-white skin is half in the halo, and half is blocked by Song Yu's figure. With a faint blush, "I don't know."

I knew it before, but now I'm dumbfounded by the question, how should he answer? friend? Yeah? lovers? Less likely. A secret love is not a secret love, and a clear love has not yet come true. They agreed to distance themselves but they are involved in some important things, and there are unnatural topics to talk about together. Where are they now? Cheng Yan can't give an answer.

It was more difficult than the additional questions he encountered in the exam. Not only could he not be able to solve it, but he had no clue. He also hoped that someone would give him some pointers and tell him how he should face Song Yu and how to get along with him.

Song Yu didn't ask him any more. This question really upset Cheng Yan. Seeing that he couldn't answer for a long time, he didn't want him to fall into this puzzle. Song Yu took the initiative to change the subject, "Let's practice tomorrow."

Cheng Yan lowered his head and said, "Well."

Seeing that he hadn't come out yet, Song Yu lowered his head and remained silent. His heart softened. He raised his palm and placed it on the back of Cheng Yan's head, rubbed it lightly, and said, "I'll take you to cool off for a while."

He was too tired and exhausted from practice, sweating all over his body, and the sun was shining brightly. Cheng Yan agreed. He followed Song Yu, not knowing where he was going.

After a while, Cheng Yan and Song Yu came to a small storefront.

The lights at the door flickered, the standard equipment of the barber shop, an uncle sat under the tree at the door to enjoy the shade, and said to Song Yu, "Come on."

Song Yu nodded and got to know the uncle at the door. Next to the barber shop is a hardware store, and the uncle is someone in the hardware store.

Song Yu pushed open the door of the barber shop, revealing the glass mirror, there were a few people sitting in twos and threes, figures walking around, Cheng Yan followed Song Yu in, the man inside looked up, Cheng Yan recognized him Come.

this is not……

"Rare guest." Han Chengyu saw the person behind Song Yu, Cheng Yan was holding the door, and he didn't let go. His eyes were very strange.

Not to mention how unnatural it feels to meet him head-on, but the other party doesn't seem to be as restrained as him, Han Chengyu beckoned, "Three tigers, get a bottle of water for the children."

A burly boy obeyed orders, took out a bottle of mineral water from a corner, walked to Cheng Yan, handed it to him, and said enthusiastically, "Come, drink."

He had met this man and was one of the enemies of the abandoned factory that day, but he didn't seem to remember who he was.

Forgivable, so many people can't remember their faces. Cheng Yan can remember him and Han Chengyu, one is because they are big and they are their biggest threat, and the other is because he used to be a big man in the south of the city, so Han Chengyu doesn't need much. Having said that, carry one negative case after another.

Han Chengyu dropped out of school in his third year of high school. It was called dropout in a good way, and expulsion in an ugly way. Only he knew what was going on. Looking at this barber shop, Cheng Yan finally knew that the former campus boss was now there. doing what.

Sure enough, the teacher said that the group of them will be like that after graduation. Now, it seems that such an ending does not match with the famous people in the school. Cheng Yan doesn't know why, but his heart is a little sour, and he feels a huge gap. .

"Are the chairs here?" Song Yu felt the two chairs under his hands, Han Chengyu and Sanhu were removing the plastic wrap.

"Well, it's not bad, I feel better, sit up and try." Han Chengyu invited, looking at Cheng Yan: "Would you like it?"

Cheng Yan took the water, shook his hand, and said no.

Han Chengyu didn't embarrass anyone, he said no, he didn't, he laughed and started to pack up.

"You can sit here as you like, we are shabby and small, so don't dislike it." Han Chengyu said, he didn't have the strong emotions during the fight that day, and he was quite polite. Cheng Yan's impression of him changed a bit.

"Come and grab an air conditioner, can you have a while?" Song Yu said.

Han Chengyu glanced back and said, "Yo, that's not a coincidence, the air conditioner just broke, the heating is not cooling, and I am looking for someone to repair it, but there is a small fan on my desk, can I blow it in the past?"

Song Yu raised his chin and motioned Cheng Yan to go over. Cheng Yan was indeed a little hot, so he did not refuse and walked over.

"What are you doing sweating profusely? It's not even a hot day." Han Chengyu said, seeing Sanhu helping Cheng Yan get a small fan, Cheng Yan, sitting cautiously, thanked Sanhu, and the scene was harmonious.

"Practice." Song Yu came to the cash register. The high stone platform was private, and the surrounding wall blocked the things on the table. Cheng Yan sat inside, and his hair was shaking.

"You practice him?" Han Chengyu asked.

"Accompany him." Song Yu replied.

When he was finally busy with his work, Han Chengyu chuckled, walked over, pulled a chair, sat down beside him, looked at Cheng Yan as if appreciative, and his eyes were full of curiosity: "Alone?"

Song Yu supported the stone platform with his arms and stared at Han Chengyu: "Have any opinions?"

Han Chengyu took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "He doesn't have anything like me?"

Cheng Yan waved his hand, Song Yu took one, and replied, "He doesn't smoke."

Han Chengyu threw the lighter to Song Yu, but Song Yu didn't take it and didn't plan to smoke it. The cigarette and the lighter were put aside, only Han Chengyu smoked.

There is a small fan in front of Cheng Yan, and it is not easy for shredded tobacco to invade him.

"Do you know me?" Han Chengyu turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth, hit the inkstone straight, and pulled over the ashtray on one side.

Cheng Yan grabbed the bottle of mineral water with both hands, rested his chin on his hands, looked at Han Chengyu and said, "Grade boss."

Han Chengyu laughed twice: "What's wrong, my rumors are still circulating in the south of the city?"

"Nobody doesn't know you."

"Really? Then do you hate me?" Han Chengyu was teasing a kitten, "I was there in the last fight, remember?"

Cheng Yan felt as if he was following his brother in the world. Song Yu stood aside and looked at him without speaking, and let him and Han Chengyu answer freely. Cheng Yan had a backer and was not afraid, and said justly, "You didn't fight again. I."

Han Chengyu said with relief: "Yes, there must be such a clear distinction between grievances and grievances."

Song Yu didn't interrupt, listening to the two of them gags, without a serious word.

"Hey, aren't you in the same class as Jiale?" Han Chengyu asked again, as Tang Jiale's brother, he would definitely have to ask about this.

Cheng Yan said the truth: "Well."

Han Chengyu asked curiously, "Then why are you conflicting with him? You're still in a group fight. You don't learn well at a young age."

Cheng Yan couldn't bear it: "Then you should consult with your brother. He is the party involved and knows better than I know."

Han Chengyu held his cigarette and said, "He told me that he's not liked in school. Children are cheap. Don't bother with him. He's not that bad."

"It really is from the perspective of my brother."

Han Chengyu laughed: "Okay, we got to know each other today, and we will help and love each other in the class in the future?"

"I have no opinion if he wants to." Cheng Yan pushed the matter away. He couldn't guarantee his broad-mindedness. If Tang Jiale could guarantee that he would not be mean, nothing should happen, so the conflict was all about the other party's honesty.

"Brother Han! You asked me to do it..."

Just as he was talking, a clear male voice came from outside, the door was pushed open, and one hand came in first, and when others were completely in the sight of everyone, he realized that it was the protagonist of the topic, Tang Jiale.

Tang Jiale didn't know that there was someone inside, so he was talking carelessly. When he saw Song Yu who was sitting facing him, Tang Jiale was startled, and when he saw Cheng Yan behind him, his face was even bluer. Tang Jiale held the glass door and said He stopped talking, the words were drowned in his throat, and he looked at a few people quietly.

"Come so fast, it's only after three o'clock, didn't I ask you to come over at six?" Han Chengyu got out of his chair, walked inside, and said by the way, "Your classmate, do you know me?"

Can you not know each other? Tang Jiale glanced at Cheng Yan and didn't say hello. The two of them didn't have a deep hatred. Although Tang Jiale was not likable, Cheng Yan didn't meet him much in the class. Most of them came from others. What was he arguing about? The last time the two people fought was not the protagonist of the problem. Cheng Yan just joined the battle as a manpower. Tang Jiale was not so hostile to him, but the two were not of the same faction, which is also true.

They didn't speak, Song Yu stared straight at him, making Tang Jiale's heart tremble. After all, he had said bad things about others, Tang Jiale was guilty and turned his eyes away.

Han Chengyu took out a gift box, pushed it on the table, and said to Tang Jiale, "Take it."

Song Yu looked over and set his eyes on the gift box.

It was obvious what was packed in the precious gift box. Tang Jiale walked over angrily, stood in front of Cheng Yan, Song Yu beside Song Yu, touched the mobile phone case on the table and said, "Why did you buy me a mobile phone?"

Han Chengyu was smoking a cigarette, and the ruffian said angrily, "Isn't your mobile phone broken? Get another one, it's just right."

Tang Jiale was a little surprised. He didn't seem to expect Han Chengyu to give him a mobile phone. He knew that Han Chengyu's family was not rich, and he dropped out of school and work so early to give him such a valuable thing.

"What are you in a daze, open it and see if you like it." Han Chengyu said.

Tang Jiale looked left and right, opened the thing with hands, Sanhu walked over and said, "Brother Han chose it for you, six or seven thousand, death is expensive."

"Go away." Han Chengyu drove the three tigers away.

Sanhu shrank his neck and continued to clean the hair on the ground with his broom.

In the box lies a new mobile phone, with a dark blue case and a smooth screen. A speck of dust has not yet fallen. It can clearly reflect every emotion of Tang Jiale. There should be someone else who has a sense of existence of a light bulb.

"I don't want it." Tang Jiale pushed the phone back and closed the lid.

"Don't you like it?" Han Chengyu's tone was like coaxing a child.

"I don't want it anyway, I don't need to change my phone." Tang Jiale said.

Cheng Yan and Song Yu looked at each other, Song Yu chuckled lightly, he turned around, lay on the table, took the mobile phone and said, "Take it, he has prepared a gift for you for so long, not for the sake of Wait for your words."

Tang Jiale raised his head and glanced at Song Yu, and became embarrassed. Han Chengyu nodded to him, Cheng Yan turned off the fan and walked out from the side.

"Let's go first," Song Yu said with an excuse, "I have something else to do."

Han Chengyu didn't keep them, raised his hand to Song Yu, and Song Yu left with Cheng Yan.

Sanhu sent them out, not on a special trip, but to avoid suspicion. He emptied the garbage, stood under the blazing sun, and would not go back.

"Not hot?" Song Yu asked.

"It's okay," Sanhu said, "I can't go back for a while."

Cheng Yan's head was full of question marks. He didn't know what riddles they were playing, but he vaguely felt something. He asked, "Tang Jiale and Han Chengyu..."

Song Yu put his pockets in his pockets and looked at him condescendingly: "What do you say?"

Cheng Yan didn't dare to say anything, so he said, "Isn't Han Chengyu his brother? Do you agree?"

Recognized brother, he was so kind to him, and he even gave him a mobile phone, such a precious gift, at their age, they were so generous, what a deep love, if Cheng Yan wanted to buy it, he would have to save pocket money for half a year.

Song Yu said, "What does it matter? If you admit it, you can't treat him well?"

"That's not what I meant," Cheng Yan said, "I just think... a little too good." They are not like brothers, but more like... a moment.

On the other hand, Song Yu was very rude. He stared at Cheng Yan and said, "Between them, it's like you and me."

Cheng Yan was stunned, trying to figure out what Song Yu meant.

"Pure friendship will not make people reluctant to part." He was reluctant to let him go, and he was reluctant to use that cruelty towards suitors on Cheng Yan. You said he just wanted a friend?

Ridiculous, he, Song Yu, never expected to have such a friend.

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Entering v tomorrow, there will be a little more.