love is perfect

"Mr. Yu, you can come with Mr. Bai for this part. The next topic is related to this part, so please hurry up."

"Okay, I'm going to send the materials of the last meeting to Mr. Eric." Yu Luo stood up from the office chair, took a pen and walked out of the office.

After arranging work for him, the vice-principal walked to the window, made a phone call with a cigarette in his hand, and muttered into the microphone: "Well, I arranged for you, it's the same subject...don't be hot-faced from now on." Stick a cold ass..."

It took only half an hour for the sky outside the window to change from a clear sky to gray rain and fog.

Yu Luo stood outside the laboratory and waited for the teacher who gave the lecture to come out.Opposite the stairwell is a huge glass wall. People outside the building hurriedly set up umbrellas of various colors. A boy in plaid shorts and a suit ran towards this side with a stack of books under his elbow. Another boy held up Running towards him with an umbrella.

"Eric, these are the minutes of the meeting I sorted out. Some slides have been added, which is what your group needs." Yu Luo spoke to the blond British man in English, and walked to the exit.

He looked up, and the rain had stopped in a blink of an eye.

The two boys just now walked over here with books in their arms. The boy holding the umbrella was a pale and thin man, and he stretched out one hand to wrap his arms around the boy in the plaid suit.

"Brand, thank you." Eric turned around and shook hands with a smile, and strode towards the parking lot.

Yu Luo stood where she was, slowly took a breath of the air after the rain, and walked around the campus aimlessly.

The school's main building has brick-red walls and a gray-white roof, and a chimney stands next to a Nordic-style spire.There are many thick English oak trees in the open space, and the gray-brown trunks are full of cracks, as if the glorious history of this school has been written one by one.

On the lawn, students sat around and sang together, they brought guitars and violins, and girls stood up and danced, and cheers came from time to time.

Yu Luo slowly walked out of the campus through a door on the side, and people came and went on the streets on Sunday.He walked along the sidewalk and stopped on the street across from a church.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the church was worshiping. Even though it was not open much, there were still many tourists taking pictures outside.This church with the longest history in Britain stands quietly in the midst of the bustling city.

Yu Luo sat down on a rough wooden chair.A homeless man also sat down and smiled at him, "Hey! Handsomeguy!"

The very soothing voice of singing came from the church, from the sounds of nature of children, singing God's teachings line by line.

Yu Luo knew the lyrics, he lowered his head.

"Tedecethymnusdeus, Insionettibireddetur..."

"votuminJersalem..."

It was snowing in Norway at that time.

Yu Luo stood at the door of this small Nordic church, listening to the children in white clothes singing, and putting the lighted candles into the hands of every worshiper. He couldn't understand the lyrics, and it probably meant praising the Lord. .

No one saw him.

At the end of the service, everyone stood up and said goodbye to the priest. The expressions on everyone's faces were extremely pious.The sacred music from the speakers in the corner continued.

Yu Luo walked in, sat in the corner seat, and looked at the slightly worn-out statue of the Crucifixion in the center of the lobby.A layer of dust had settled on the white marble, and Jesus' hair had turned an ugly gray.

"Son, the service is over." A priest wearing glasses sat next to him, with a very red and big nose, a typical Alpine race, curly and unkempt beard and hair showing that he was at least his father's age.

"Yes, can I sit for a while?"

"No problem, you can take as long as you want." The priest shrugged. "It's just that there is no communion. The church is small, so you can see it."

"Thank you."

"Perhaps, you need to repent?" The priest rubbed his nose and pointed to a door at the corner of the steps, "You can come to the prayer room."

Yu Luo looked up at the fallen god, the music in the corner was coming to an end.

"No." He closed his eyes.

"Don't worry, everyone is guilty, God will love you, he will forgive you, any sin." The priest made a sign of the cross on his chest.

"I'm guilty." Yu Luo opened his eyes and smiled softly, "But God doesn't need to forgive me."

On the morning of leaving Norway, he drove past the dilapidated church, where the children were still singing hymns, and the priest with a red nose was preaching earnestly in a black robe.

God's body is still covered with ashes, the sun is shining on it, and the dust is floating in the air.

When Yu Luo stood up, the tramp next to him had already left the place.The prayers in the church also came to an end, and the bells rang from time to time, harmoniously intertwined with the bustling cityscape.

He glanced at his phone, and a pop-up window indicated that there was a new follower: "You are not as handsome as Huo Yang" followed you.

He pursed his lips for a while, but still couldn't help it. On the bustling street, half of the corners of his mouth turned up, and then curled down in a concealed manner, turning into an awkward expression.

I have got.

It only took Huo Yang half an hour to browse through this Weibo account.

Yu Luo's Weibo has less than a hundred posts from top to bottom, but this Weibo was applied for seven or eight years ago.There are many things in these [-] articles that have forwarded the news of colleagues who won awards and the news of the school's official blog.

Only a Weibo post seven or eight years ago was a shabby photo, a very old-fashioned photo, with a yellowed filter, low pixels, and a heavy vignetting effect added to the edges.

At that time, Yu Luo was holding a book in his hand, showing a panicked smile to the camera, his youthful appearance was very similar to when he was a child.Huo Yang lay on the sofa and looked at it for a long time, feeling strange, as if this photo connected the intertwined time with Yu Luo.

This is how he grew up little by little, from wearing sneakers and carrying a surprisingly large schoolbag, to a tall, thin and inarticulate boy, and finally changed into his current appearance in a time and space that he could not see.

Huo Yang sighed.

I reached out and swipe up, and clicked on the most recent Weibo that I haven’t read any comments on. It has no content, but I just said that I should remember to print out a copy of the lecture notes on number theory.

Below is a comment?

——"I have already returned to my country. If there is an unexpected situation, I can consult with you via video, and I must take the medicine on time."

Huo Yang sat up straight, he didn't understand the comment, let alone Yu Luo's reply: "It's okay, I'll contact you if I have any questions."

What's the problem?

Huo Yang felt that his heart had been scratched, and the feeling of not being able to call Yu Luo when he saw the accident on TV a long time ago appeared again.

The profile picture was of a man in a suit who looked good.Huo Yang raised his head and glared at Little Elvis, is there another one?

He clicked on the homepage of that Weibo, and saw the introduction clearly at first glance.

Huo Yang felt that the air seemed to drop a few degrees, and his whole body felt uncontrollably cold.Huo Yang cleared his throat and scrolled down Weibo. That person recently attended an academic conference abroad.

He sat on the sofa and couldn't help but glance at the profile again.

"Owen Psychological Counseling Agency".

Huo Yang reached into his pocket, but found nothing.During this time, he and Yu Luo had a tacit understanding that they rarely smoked, and their pockets were empty.

He rummaged through the coffee table a few times irritably, found an unopened cigarette case, took out one, lit it, took two puffs and then extinguished it, and slowly squatted down on the ground.

The soot fell to the ground, and Huo Yang reached out and wiped it on the clean floor.He really wanted to see what this man was treating, and what else Yu Luo had said to him.

But he felt like his whole body was out of strength.

So this is ah.It turned out that the person I liked lived like this.

He stood up and threw the cigarette into the trash can.Slowly pressing his numb legs, he moved to the kitchen and poured a cup of iced coffee, and took a sip like Yu Luo.

He leaned against the door frame, closed his eyes and slowly swallowed the bitter coffee in his mouth.

Is this the taste of Yu Luo's life?

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PS

1. "Tedecethymnusdeus, Insionettibireddetur..." Lord!We will sing praises to you in Zion, and...

"votuminJersalem..." To you in Jerusalem...

- "InMemoriam"

2. The building of the school is slightly referenced to the buildings of King's College, University of London