I was crying stupidly by myself [rebirth]

Gu Dong didn't bring the manuscript, and his hands were empty. The instructor and the head of the department kept winking at him, and his eyes almost cramped.

Sitting in the middle of the first row, Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat. The young man who approached couldn't find any similarities with the dead man. The strange face and strange eyes, why did he have that illusion...

It just happened to be the same name and surname, Zhao Yi's curled fingers subconsciously gathered on the suit pants, and his thin lips were pressed together. When he rushed over, the man was already out of breath.

The eyes of the two suddenly met in the void, and the air changed for a moment, and the pillow people who used to be intimate had become strangers.

Ning Qing, who had been secretly observing the expression on Zhao Yi's face, frowned, then let go, her eyes swept over Gu Dong intentionally or unintentionally, without stopping.

Walking to the stage, Gu Dong lowered his head to contemplate the enthusiasm and arrogance that a freshman must have, as well as the youthful frivolity unique to this age. He opened his mouth calmly, modified the old-fashioned opening remarks, got straight to the point, and controlled the rhythm just right.

Words come from people's mouths. If you are serious and stand firm, it becomes reasonable to fool around.

The more Zhao Yi listened, his brows furrowed tighter, and that weird feeling reappeared. When he saw the other party's hanging hand move slightly, and his index finger tapped on his leg from time to time, it seemed to be just a very common personal habit. Relieve tension or anxiety, but he is too familiar with it, it is casual and boring, he has seen it many times before.

Finding that the frequency was exactly the same every time, Zhao Yi's eyes froze suddenly, and then he took a deep breath. Maybe his nerves are too sensitive?

Gu Dong's voice paused for a moment, and among the multiple gazes cast from behind, two stood out the most, one was a curious inquiry, the other was a sharp scrutiny, he pursed his lips, his expression calm.

The eyes of Gong Yu, who was yawning boredly just now, flashed in his eyes. He stroked his lips slowly with his fingers. He didn't expect that the little prey he met last year would be delivered to his door by himself. The next moment he raised one eyebrow strangely, The young man on the stage looks very calm and composed, very much like a person.

Gong Yu smiled meaningfully, he just remembered that the other party is from the law department, and there will be more opportunities to meet in the future.

After the opening ceremony, Zhao Yi refused the banquet at the back, drove to the cemetery alone, squatted in front of the tombstone, stared at the person in the photo, smoked two cigarettes, and felt a pain in his throat.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Zhao Yi took it out to look at the caller ID, he pressed the answer button, and a gentle voice came from the other end, "Where are you? Didn't you agree to go to Xiyuan for lunch?"

"Something came up, I'll go now." Zhao Yi's deep voice was full of apology, he hung up the phone, took out a chestnut from his pocket and put it on the tombstone, stood up and walked away.

The cemetery is dead silent, the wind blows the leaves on the stone steps, making a rustling sound, the midday sun is bright, but there is no warmth coming in.

What's the point of not appreciating something while alive, but cherishing it after death?

On the first floor of a cafeteria, Gu Dong was waiting for fish-flavored shredded pork to cover his rice. Zhang Yiyang and Chu Jiran went to the side to eat boiled water. There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, especially the other area where people cook food , In mid-September, it was hard to be hot and sweaty.

Gu Dong was carrying the plate and looking for a place while walking, when he saw Zhang Yiyang waving at him from afar, he turned his footsteps and strode over.

Zhang Yiyang handed him the green tea he bought, "The gai pour in the second canteen tastes good, but not in the first canteen. The rice is not a grain, it's like lumps, clumped together."

"Let's make do with it." Chu Jiran sipped on the jasmine tea, wrinkled his nose, and sighed old-fashionedly, "My elder sister said that there are often additions, such as flies, eggshells, hair strands, etc. Just get used to it."

Gu Dong who was eating, "..."

There was a shout from Shuizhu, "The one on the 19th is ready."

Chu Jiran picked up the small black round card, and happily jumped away under Zhang Yiyang's envious gaze.

Swiping the forum, not even daring to click on the button, Zhang Yiyang clicked in and added a refined hot post, it was a comrade showing off his wealth, not the red money but the man, the two of them were face to face, and the bottom was full of Swipe the screen, "I don't know why, I have more torches and gasoline in my hand."

Zhang Yiyang looked at it with the eyes of a straight man who couldn't be straighter. It's so-so. It's better to look at the person in front of him. He is clean. He drank the last sip of green tea, "Gu Dong, you are so awesome."

"Huh?" Gu Dong fiddled with the balls of rice with his chopsticks, missing Gu Yan's braised pork and Gu Cheng's deep-fried lotus root clips, so he didn't hear clearly.

"The speech in the morning, I didn't see that you prepared a draft, did you play it impromptu?"

Gu Dong raised his eyes and saw Zhang Yiyang's expression of yes or no, he hooked his lips and pointed his finger, "here is the draft."

Zhang Yiyang, who understood, shrugged his shoulders and posted a quick post: The roommate is too hung up, and I feel like I can't play together.

Refresh and refresh, there will soon be a group of close brothers and sisters throwing love: lz don't cry, stand up and masturbate.

"Zhang Yiyang, it's your turn!"

The voice behind Zhang Yiyang regained his emotions. When he saw Chu Jiran's big bowl of duck blood, beans, dried kelp, fish balls and coriander, he swallowed, threw away all the miscellaneous things, and turned around to get his own. share.

Zhang Yiyang and Chu Jiran were one north and one south, the former moved boldly, splashing the soup while the latter was more slow, occasionally wiping the oil on his mouth with a paper towel.

After eating, Gu Dong leaned his head to study the popularity of the two of them, and found it very interesting.

Zhang Yiyang ate the vermicelli with a big mouthful. The mist rose on his forehead, and the sweat dripped down his forehead. He wiped his face and continued to eat.

After half a bowl, Chu Jiran's hot mouth was swollen, his face was red, his eyes were wet, and he leaned his head on the table limply, hurt from eating.

"We meet again."

A voice suddenly sounded above his head. When Gu Dong raised his head and saw who was coming, the corners of his eyes twitched. He showed a puzzled expression, "You are?"

forget?Gong Yu's complexion darkened, and his eyes sank in an instant. He felt inexplicably annoyed, and he didn't know what was going on. He did something that didn't fit the image of a gentleman he maintained, and directly took away the baked goods from Gu Dong's hand. He bit down on the intestines with such force that he could hear a crunching sound.

The handsome guy is very eye-catching in everything he does, even if he is eating greasy sausages, his face is puffy and his mouth is full of oil.