How's your day

The days in London passed quickly, like a race, each day passing faster and faster.

Every day Cheng Fei either goes shopping with his mother and grandmother or plays ball with Bill, and occasionally reads books with Lin Xuan.

Had a good time.

To say that the only thing that doesn't suit my heart is the giant Alaska at my grandma's house.

Oh, and Song Yuk.

The time difference between London and China is eight hours, and his life is eight hours later than that of Song Yu.

Song Yu was having dinner when he got up.

While he eats lunch, Sung-yu oolongs to perform.

When he had dinner, it was already late at night at Song Yu's side.

When he was sleeping, the sky outside Song Yu's window was already bright.

They were rarely able to be contacted, and the messages he sent in the past always fell into the sea, either after a long time before replying or not replying at all.

Even if I reply occasionally, I always reply with only a few words, and say that I will go to rehearsal and go to bed within a few sentences.

No matter how dull Cheng Fei was, he could feel that Song Yu was avoiding him.

Even if they have jet lag, it is not so difficult to reply a message.

It's just that Song Yu didn't want to reply to him, and the time difference happened to be a good excuse.

So gradually, he stopped sending messages.

On the day he left his grandmother's house, Bill insisted on taking the giant Alaska in the car and taking them to the airport together.

Cheng Fei refused with all his heart. He was harassed by this black Allah every day he lived here. He didn't like dogs at all, but he didn't know why, but it was because of his physique that dogs liked.

Every time Ala saw him, she would gasp in excitement, throw her huge body over, trying to grab him, and lick his face frantically with her tongue.

Cheng Fei was fighting wits and courage with Ah Ta every day, and he hid when Ah Ta attacked him. After living for so many days, his skills became much more agile.

In the end, Bill still couldn't take Ala to the airport with him, because there was really no room for a giant dog in the car. Their car could only accommodate up to 7 people, and Ala had to take up 2 seats.

At the airport, Cheng Ma hugged grandma, "I will come to see you next time, please pay more attention to your health, don't always imitate foreigners to drink ice water and eat fast food, that is not healthy, we Chinese still have to eat according to Chinese habits .”

Grandma responded, and went to hug Cheng Fei and Lin Xuan again, "Go back and study hard, grandma is waiting for you."

Lin Xuan responded with a smile, and Cheng Fei hugged grandma back.

Until they entered the security checkpoint, grandma and Bill stood outside, following them through the glass, and waved at them when they saw them turning around.

After a long flight, they finally returned to the familiar land. Father Cheng and Mother Cheng were exhausted and paralyzed. As soon as they got home, they went to the room to lie down, and there was no time to pack their luggage.

Cheng Fei put the suitcase in the room, changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going?" Lin Xuan asked him.

Cheng Fei put on his coat, "Go and find Song Yu."

Lin Xuan didn't say anything, Cheng Fei said to him: "Don't help me pack my luggage, I will pack it myself when I come back at night, let's go."

"En." Lin Xuan responded.

Cheng Fei didn't tell Song Yu that he was back, it wasn't on purpose, but he didn't find the opportunity.

The last time they contacted was a day ago, he asked Song Yu what he was doing, and Song Yu replied with the word rehearse.

Faced with such a reply, Cheng Fei didn't know how to respond, so he ended the conversation, and until now, they haven't contacted each other again.

Cheng Fei felt like sighing when he thought about it, he was in a mess and couldn't figure out what to do.

He took a taxi directly to the basement, and there was music coming from the door.

Cheng Fei pushed open the door and went in. Song Yu was obviously surprised to see him, put down the microphone, "Why are you back?"

Cheng Fei twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't speak, and leaned against the door frame to look at him.

"When did you return to China?" Seinfeld put the microphone on the microphone stand and walked towards him.

"An hour ago." Cheng Fei looked at Song Yu.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Song Yu stood in front of him.

Cheng Fei smiled and said nothing.

What should he say?

It's useless to tell you?You won't reply to me anyway?

He didn't want to say that, it made him look like a jerk.

Song Yu didn't care about Cheng Fei's silence, his behavior was the same as usual, he pulled Cheng Fei in with a natural expression, let him sit on the usual sofa, lowered his head and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate on the plane." Cheng Fei was obediently pulled by him to sit down.

"Then..." Song Yu looked back at Yu Yao and the others, they didn't stop rehearsing, they were still playing the tune.

"You go to practice first, I'll sit here and watch." Cheng Fei put his legs up and put his hands on the back of the sofa casually.

Song Yu turned her head and pointed to the small refrigerator next to her, "If you're hungry, there's something to eat inside."

Cheng Fei nodded and watched Song Yu return to the microphone.

The music didn't stop, and Song Yu paused for a few seconds to follow the rhythm and resume the rehearsal without looking at Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei looked at Song Yu who was singing, and felt like a leaking balloon, being pumped out of air, unable to exert all his strength, even wanting to sigh but didn't even have the energy to inhale.

Two hours after the rehearsal ended, Song Yu put away the microphone and sat next to Cheng Fei, "Do you want to have dinner?"

Cheng Fei looked at Song Yu, "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Song Yu took a sip of water, "Don't you need jet lag?"

"No need." Cheng Fei lowered his eyes, "Just stay up until night and sleep."

Song Yu nodded and put down the water glass, "There's still some time, I'll go home first, you can come with me, we can order a takeaway at home."

"Okay." Cheng Fei replied without saying anything.

Neither of them spoke on the road. Song Yu lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone. For a while, there was only the sound of Xiao Xiao Le in the car except for the driver's coughing.

At home, Song Yu went to the bathroom to take a shower. Cheng Fei sat on the sofa and ordered takeaway with his mobile phone. When Song Yu finished washing, the takeaway happened to be delivered.

"Come and eat." Cheng Fei untied the bag, took out the takeaway boxes, and placed them on the table one by one.

Song Yu sat down, crossed her legs with bare feet, and stretched her head to look at the takeaway on the table, "What did you order?"

"I ordered a few stir-fried dishes." Cheng Fei broke off the chopsticks and gave them to him.

Song Yu took the chopsticks, glanced back and forth on several dishes, put the chopsticks on the table again, and said, "I'm not very hungry, you can eat by yourself."

Cheng Fei didn't respond. He picked up Song Yu's chopsticks from the table, put a portion of vegetables into his mouth, and chewed silently.

Cheng Fei didn't eat much, and the food on the table was hardly touched. He sealed the food and put it in the refrigerator, and said to Song Yu in the room, "I'll put the rest in the refrigerator. If you're hungry, put it in the microwave." Just warm it up."

"En." Song Yu responded, he had already put on his makeup and was picking out clothes for the evening, "Help me, what should I wear?"

Cheng Fei walked over, looked around in the closet, picked out more normal clothes and took them out.

Song Yu looked at the clothes in his hand with distaste, but took them and changed them.

After changing his clothes, Song Yu picked up his precious microphone and said to Cheng Fei, "Let's go, it's almost time."

When they got downstairs, Song Yu got into the car, but Cheng Fei stood still in front of the car.Song Yu sat on the back seat of the car, looked at Cheng Fei outside the car suspiciously, "Get in the car."

Cheng Fei bent down and said to him: "I won't go, you can go by yourself."

Song Yu was a little surprised, her eyes widened slightly, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm going home first." Cheng Fei signaled the driver to drive, then got up and closed the car door.

Song Yu seemed to say something in the car, but Cheng Fei didn't hear it through the car door, and the car started in the next second and drove away in front of him.

Cheng Fei remained standing there until he could no longer see the shadow of the car before he moved and walked in another direction.

The car stopped at the alley at the back door of Wulong. Song Yu got out of the car and entered the back door. He walked through the corridor and opened the door of the room. Yu Yao and the three of them were already sitting inside, tuning their musical instruments.

Seeing him coming in alone, Yu Yao asked curiously, "Where are the top students?"

Song Yu sat on the sofa, "Go home."

"Is he not coming today?" Yu Yao asked.

"Yeah." Song Yu leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

Yu Yao glanced at Jiang Yulei, then at Chen Chen who was sleeping, got up softly, moved to Song Yu's side with small steps, and was just about to sit down on the chair next to him.

"Get lost." Song Yu said with her eyes closed.

"Okay." Yu Yao turned around and returned to the position just now.

After the performance in the evening, Song Yu rejected Yu Yao's invitation for supper, and took a taxi back home by himself.

After taking a shower, he felt a little hungry, and when he took out his phone to order takeaway, he remembered that there was a takeaway Cheng Fei put in the refrigerator in the afternoon.

He put down his phone, went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, and took out Cheng Fei's leftovers from the afternoon meal.

In the afternoon, Cheng Fei seems to have said that it can be heated in a microwave oven. His house has a microwave oven, but it has hardly been used, and it is only used for dust collection in the kitchen.

Song Yu opened the microwave oven, put the takeaway in, and closed the door.

Looking at the countless buttons on the outer wall of the microwave oven, he felt melancholy, which one should he press?

His fingertips swam back and forth on several buttons, and finally pressed a button for steaming fish. It was the same anyway, as long as it could be heated.

But after pressing the button, the microwave oven is still not heating, and a series of numbers are flashing on the screen.

What does it mean?

Song Yu looked at the string of 30:00 and felt melancholy again.

It was so annoying, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone, wanted to call Cheng Fei, and asked him how to use this thing.

But when he got the phone in his hand, he paused again.

After a few seconds, he turned on the microwave oven, took out the food inside and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

Or order takeout.

trouble.

Seinfeld took his mobile phone with him when he took a shower, he also took his mobile phone with him when he was heating up meals in the microwave oven, he also took his mobile phone with him after he ordered takeout, he also took his mobile phone with him after he finished eating takeout, and he still took his mobile phone with him when he lay down on the bed.

He kept his phone within sight at all times, making sure it was within easy reach.

But he didn't hear from Cheng Fei until he was about to go to bed.

Song Yu felt that he was sick, and he was not happy to reply when people sent messages, and he was even more unhappy when people stopped sending messages.

Alas, Song Yu lay on the bed and sighed.

In fact, it wasn't that he was unwilling to answer, but he just didn't know how to answer.

On the [-]th day, it was an accident for him. He didn't know what happened, but he said such a sentence suddenly.

At that time on the stage, he said that he was lying. He said that he didn't know if Cheng Fei had come.

In fact, he knew that he saw it on stage, not only Cheng Fei, but also Lin Xuan beside Cheng Fei.

He thought at the time, Cheng Fei is really stupid.

Lin Xuan was sitting on Cheng Fei's left. When he looked at Cheng Fei, the inexplicable emotion in his eyes almost made Song Yu feel numb to death.

Just like that, Cheng Fei still didn't see it, and looked at the stage stupidly, blinding Lin Xuan's affectionate eyes.

I don't know whether Cheng Fei really didn't see it, or pretended not to see it.

But silly for sure.

Everyone in the audience was shouting Happy New Year, and he saw Cheng Fei and Lin Xuan in front of the bar looking at each other and smiling.

Lin Xuan's small eyes and small mouth are like honey, almost overflowing with sweetness.

What a pity, he thought.

I like such a fool.

What a pity.

Then, without knowing what happened, he suddenly said into the microphone:

Cheng Fei, can you be my boyfriend?

He swore that he really didn't know how he said this sentence. At that time, his brain was blank, as if he had been manipulated by someone, he said it into the microphone inexplicably.

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. Hearing the noise of the crowd, he didn't dare to look in Cheng Fei's direction.

He quickly fled the scene and slipped backstage. He thought that Cheng Fei would definitely come to him later, and he would explain to him when he came, whether it was a joke or a nonsense, anyway, explain this matter Clear.

But when Cheng Fei sat next to him and asked him sincerely with a smile in his eyes, he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

He told himself desperately, contradicted him, said no, said he was only joking.

But he couldn't say a word.

Cheng Fei asked him, am I your boyfriend?

Once again his mind went blank, and once again he was manipulated.

Annoyed, compromising, agreed.

Yes yes yes, are you deaf?He heard himself say so.

Then Cheng Fei looked at him and laughed, his eyes sparkling.

Song Yu saw Cheng Fei's eyes filled with himself.

It's so beautiful.

He thought, he has never seen anyone who looks better when he smiles than Cheng Fei.