month by month

"...Aren't we in the same frame?"

"I don't want to be in the same frame like this. I beg you to let me go."

The two couldn't help laughing out loud together.

After laughing, Song Qingxu was still a little worried: "Such an ugly photo is used to judge the school grass... isn't it cheating me?"

Before Fu Yuan could answer, Song Qingxu comforted himself in the next second: "It's better to be ugly, otherwise I won't be judged or judged, and it will bring me fame in school, which is even worse. Someone secretly took pictures of this If I were the school grass, wouldn't I be peeped by people every day."

Fu Yuan: "...I haven't realized that you are quite narcissistic before?"

"No!" Song Qing Xu Yizheng denied verbally, "This is not narcissism, it is moderate self-confidence."

"After listening to your explanation, in my eyes, you are even more narcissistic." Fu Yuan announced without emotion.

Song Qingxu: "..." Being a man is so difficult, he just wanted to show off a little.

"Did you often receive love letters from girls when you were in junior high school?"

Song Qingxu thought for a while: "Is it right? But usually they can't be delivered to me, and my sister intercepts them. She is definitely supernatural in this respect. My parents don't agree with our brother and sister's early love and finding someone. We will often block each other's peach blossoms... so we don't have to bother to reject so and so."

"It's still very popular." Fu Yuan sighed leisurely: "It's wonderful to look good."

Song Qingxu said "Hey" in a long voice: "I don't believe you are not."

"It's really nothing."

Song Qingxu can almost imagine the way he raised his eyebrows from his teasing tone: "I studied in my mother's school when I was in junior high school. My mother was a Chinese teacher at the time, so she just walked away with her class for three years. How can any girl dare Handing a love letter to the head teacher's son."

"In high school... our school is too strict, and the anonymous reporting system is perfect, so few students dare to touch the high-tension line of dating. And everyone is busy studying, and they would rather use the time of dating to do more. roll……"

Speaking of this, Fu Yuan himself couldn't help laughing: "It's really suppressing our youthful nature."

The two of them didn't talk much on this topic, it's just that the past was barely interesting, and it's not worth mentioning.

"This Friday is the 96th anniversary of S University. There will be performances and lantern exhibitions in the evening. It has been prepared for a long time. If there are no classes, do you want to come and play?" Fu Yuan warmly invited.

Song Qingxu thought for a while and agreed: "Go. If you don't talk about it, my sister will drag me to play. It happens that I don't have class on Friday night."

"Do you have any programs?" Song Qingxu asked suddenly.

Fu Yuan hesitated for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "There is one, Gao Shubao dragged me to it. He is the chairman of the student union of our foreign language college. There is still a lack of programs in the college, so I insist on saving him."

"What is the performance?" Song Qingxu was obviously more concerned about this.

"I play the violin, but it's mainly for the harmony of another boy. Then I will play "Adi Lina by the Water", which is quite a classic piece."

"Because the violin was added, the original song was slightly changed and the time was extended." Fu Yuan didn't continue, but asked him: "Have you heard the original song?"

"Not only have I heard it, but I have also played it." Song Qingxu said with a smile: "If it weren't for the fact that we are not from the same school, we could have collaborated on a piece. I touched the piano before, and only picked it up to practice after the college entrance examination.”

"I just practiced a few classic piano pieces."

Fu Yuan also smiled in surprise, "Then I must try playing in an ensemble when I have the chance."

"Okay." Song Qingxu readily agreed, "I'm looking forward to your performance on Friday."

"Thank you! I'll work hard and practice again, and I won't let you down."

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[Chang'an Unnamed] (Leader): @All members hit the leader at 8 o'clock

[Chang'an African Chief]: Here we come

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Come on!

Game channel.

"Let me do the final kill!" Gao Shubao said anxiously in the channel: "Every time you are the first, let me do it!"

"However, I don't want to." Fu Yuan muttered, but still stopped attacking with integrity, and finally the big boss fell to the ground with a critical blow from Gao Shubao.

"Hey hey!" Gao Shubao happily accepted the spoils of war, and happily started talking nonsense.

"Recently, I have been too busy to practice. I have lost to you in everything. Those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry. Thank you my good brothers for giving me the kill. I can't repay my kindness..."

All the people in the sect were as quiet as a chicken listening to his chattering nonsense all the time. Everyone thought that no one would answer his words, and Gao Shubao would shut up in the end. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel embarrassed at all and sang a one-man show for a long time.

"Okay, it's not easy knowing you, just shut up." Gao Shisi was the first to turn on the mic to interrupt him.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about it." However, Gao Shubao followed the words and began to brag again: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Although I have to travel around for the performance of the show, but!"

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first work hard on their will, their muscles and bones, and empty..."

As soon as Fu Yuan heard that he was about to start rambling again, fearing that he would not be able to stop him in time, he raised his voice and interjected: "Brother, do you still remember who I rehearse every day for?"

Gao Shubao stopped when he reached the point of his mouth, and made a sharp turn: "...for righteousness."

Fu Yuan: "Hehe."

"Hey, you also have a show?"

Song Qingxu heard that his sister was also involved in this topic, so he kept silent and prepared to eat melons.

"Yeah, do you have it too?"

"I'm in the etiquette department of the school, and I'll be in charge of presenting the awards. It's not really a show. What are you performing?" Even though tomorrow is Friday, Song Qingnuo couldn't help but want to gossip.

"...It's just a concert." Fu Yuan was still not used to performing in public, and he didn't want to attract the attention of others early, and wanted to quickly get over this problem.

Fortunately, Song Qingnuo was just gossiping, and didn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, he sighed quietly: "Our performers are miserable... our etiquette department is even worse. We have to rehearse tomorrow. This morning The teacher is not satisfied with the combination, and we have to readjust tomorrow, and the party will start at 06:30 in the evening, and we probably won’t even be able to eat dinner.”

Hearing this, Song Qingxu finally spoke: "Bring you some dinner when I go tomorrow?"

"Bring snacks!" Song Qingnuo regained his energy, "If I bring snacks, I can watch the show while eating snacks after the show!"

"Didn't you say you want to lose weight?"

Song Qingnuo didn't take it seriously: "But life is about having fun in time!"

"..." Song Qingxu couldn't refute.

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Song Qingxu pushed the shopping cart through the rows of supermarket shelves, and when he saw anything Song Qingnuo might want to eat, he took one and threw it into the shopping cart. He didn't finish halfway through the supermarket, but he already took a lot of things.

He thought that Fu Yuan was also going to perform, but he didn't know if the rehearsal was tight, whether he would be as busy as Song Qingnuo and would not be able to eat dinner, or he might as well buy more so that everyone would eat together.

Song Qingxu pushed the shopping cart around the food area, and took a few cans of cocktails from the freezer according to Song Qingnuo's instructions.

Those with low alcohol intake can drink less, but Song Qingxu will never agree to it.

Song Qingnuo said that at the end of the party, the teacher of the etiquette department was treating guests, and he was going to have a rub off outside the school, so he couldn't let his sister go there in a daze. Even if there were classmates with her at night, Song Qingxu was not at ease.

But he didn't know which flavor was the best. He stared at the shelf and pondered, his eyes slowly wandering again.

"Song Qingxu?"

A little surprised, Fu Yuan reached out and waved his hand in front of him: "Why are you in a daze? You're about to hit the shelf."

Song Qingxu froze for a moment, regained his senses, and then looked at him in astonishment: "Don't you need to rehearse?"

"It's almost done. We are a personal program, and the teacher doesn't enforce rehearsal time."

"I didn't expect you to buy things in this supermarket." Fu Yuan smiled, "The place is quite out of the way, only students from our S University will go around to buy things."

"My sister brought me here." Song Qingxu was not surprised by his doubts, "But I said at the time that I wanted to buy some snacks for my sister, why didn't you just tell me, I can buy some for you. "

"It's almost six o'clock now, and you still have a show. Isn't it very tight to go back in time?"

Fu Yuan never liked to bother others, and his program was not arranged in the front, so the time was not that tight.But he didn't waste his time explaining the reason, but shook his head with a smile: "It's in time, don't bother."

The two went shopping together for a while, and Song Qingxu bought a lot of extra food, paid the money silently, and went out with a big bag in one hand.

"Did you come here?"

Seeing that Fu Yuan was about to leave with his things, Song Qingxu hurriedly called to him: "I rode a bike, why don't I take you back?"

Seeing him hesitate, Song Qingxu thought for a while, and changed his entry point: "It happens that I have a lot of things, so please hold them in your arms."

Fu Yuan readily agreed.

Why are you still so polite, Song Qingxu sighed quietly in his heart.

Song Qingxu tied a big bag of snacks into the cart basket of the small eDonkey, another big bag was taken by Fu Yuan and held in his arms, and he hung the other bag on the handlebar, and then he just packed and dangled like this The ground is on the road.

Fu Yuan was worried that Song Qingxu would be uncomfortable if the snack bag was squeezed on his back, so he tried hard to press the snack bag in his arms.

He was pressing with all his strength, when suddenly a sudden brake came on.

Fu Yuan confiscated him all of a sudden, his head hit Song Qingxu's back suddenly, and along with the bridge of his nose, he was also hit hard, causing him so much pain that he almost burst into tears.

Fu Yuan withdrew the hand that was pressed between the snack bag and Song Qingxu's back, silently rubbed his nose, which had suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and tilted his head with tearful eyes to see what was going on in front of him.

"sorry Sorry……"

Song Qingxu looked at the panic-stricken girl holding the mobile phone in front of her, her heart was so frightened that her heart was pounding and she hadn't slowed down, and she sighed helplessly.

"It's okay...but it's best not to look down and play with your phone while walking, especially around corners."

The girl kept apologizing and retreated to the side of the road in embarrassment.

Song Qingxu didn't say anything else, and looked back at Fu Yuan: "It didn't hit much, did it? Is your nose okay?"

When he slammed on the brakes just now, he felt a hard hit on his back. It is estimated that Fu Yuan's nose should be in pain.

Fu Yuan spoke with a nasal tone, and joked with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just a pity that I don't need to sing in the show I will perform later, otherwise I can bring my own electronic music tonight."

Song Qingxu couldn't help laughing, and raised his eyebrows: "Then it seems that there is no major problem, fortunately I don't have such a strong bone."

"It's kind of gentle on your nose."