How's your day

Song Yu's state of mind is quite peaceful now, he just felt a little awkward being with Cheng Fei just now, and didn't know what to say, so when he saw the car coming, he quickly ran into the car and slipped away.

When the car left, he saw Cheng Fei's dull face standing on the side of the road in the rearview mirror, and he felt a little guilty.

Hey, what the hell is going on here.

Song Yu thought, let's break up, it's too irresponsible for Cheng Fei to procrastinate like this.

Although he looks silly and easy to deceive, he can't just occupy the boyfriend's position like this.

For such a heartless person, his conscience would ache when he saw Cheng Fei.

It's better to break up.

Next time, the next time we meet, we must talk about the breakup, and we can't procrastinate any longer.

Song Yu leaned her head against the car window and looked out the window in annoyance.

Headache, too much headache.

Something was pressed under the wheels, and the whole car shook violently. Song Yu felt her butt leave the seat and vacated all of a sudden.

The next second his head hit the glass with a "bang".

Song Yu was about to burst into tears, he held back, his whole brain was buzzing.

Just as he was still in a state of pain, the wheels ran over another obstacle. Song Yu felt his butt vacated again, and his heart rang loudly. Just as he was about to move his body away, it was too late, and the ground Gravity knocked his head against the window glass again.

Still the same position, still the same pain.

Now Song Yu's tears spilled out directly, tears streaming down his face.

The driver looked at him through the rearview mirror, trying to hold back an uncontrollable smile, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you okay?"

Song Yu wiped away the tears from the pain, her voice was a little hoarse, and she forced herself to say, "It's okay."

The phone rang at this moment, and Song Yu picked it up without even looking at it, "Hello?"

"..." Cheng Fei's voice sounded extremely shocked, "You...are you crying?"

"What's the matter?" Song Yu moved his body away from the car window and sat in the middle of the back seat.

"..." Cheng Fei hung up the phone without saying a word.

Song Yu's head was still aching, and he didn't have time to think about what kind of illness Cheng Fei was suffering from. Seeing that the phone was disconnected, he put the phone back in his pocket.

It's over, it's over, Cheng Fei is sitting in the taxi, clutching his phone tightly, feeling that he has committed a serious crime, and wishing he could immediately go to see Song Yu with Jing Zhi on his back.

When the car stopped at the gate of Song Yu's house, he quickly paid and got out of the car, entered the apartment building without stopping for a second, and frantically pressed the elevator button.

When he thought of Song Yu crying sadly, he felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

When he arrived at the door of Song Yu's house, he pressed the doorbell heavily with a guilty heart.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

No one opened the door.

It's over, Cheng Fei thought, he doesn't want to see me anymore.

He was full of uneasiness in his heart, so panicked that he didn't even dare to ring the doorbell, for fear of pissing off Song Yu inside again.

The boyfriend who made me cry has to be coaxed even on his knees.

Cheng Fei squatted at the door of Song Yu's house, like a big abandoned dog. He thought that he would open the door when Song Yu wanted to see him. What he had to do now was to wait patiently, give Song Yu some personal space, and not disturb him.

Be patient, be patient.

Cheng Fei clenched his fists and nodded firmly to himself.

Song Yu was not at home at this time, and he didn't know that there was a panic-stricken actor squatting in front of his house. He was standing in front of a dilapidated residential building.

The residential buildings are hidden behind the busy city. There are many dilapidated residential buildings in the dilapidated shantytowns. They are old and the walls are black and gray.

I don't know which one upstairs is a vegetable stall. There are a lot of rotten vegetable leaves and dirty water scattered on the bottom of the wall downstairs. Some vegetable leaves have been crushed by passers-by or cars, and they are firmly stuck to the ground. It is estimated that it will take a shovel to clean it, and there are countless small black insects crawling densely on the vegetable leaves that have not completely rotted, and I don't know if they are ants or what.

The whole building stinks, and I can't tell where it came from. It may be the dirty water in the corner, it may be rotten vegetable leaves, or it may be the balcony on the second floor that has been damp for many days. yellowed clothes.

Song Yu was wearing clean clothes, standing in front of the building expressionlessly, her eyes wandering, not knowing where she was looking.The white shoes on his feet have been stained with a few drops of black stains, which may have been splashed when he passed the puddle of sewage next to him.

He didn't stay for too long, and walked into the corridor after standing for a while. When he stepped on the vegetable leaves, a large group of black insects felt that their lives were threatened and fled in panic, but there were still many poor insects along with the vegetable leaves. Was firmly nailed to the ground and made a small contribution to the muddy ground.

Song Yu was walking on the dark stairs, stepped up the steps step by step, and walked up slowly.

When they reached the third floor, the corridor lights finally sensed the presence of someone, and shone yellow light tremblingly.

Song Yu walked to a door in the yellow light and stopped.

The corridor was dark and damp, exuding a moldy and rancid smell, and the sound of children crying came from the door next door.Song Yu listened for a while, and it seemed that the child fell asleep halfway through his homework, and was being beaten by his parents at the moment, crying hoarsely, as if the next second would pass.

Song Yu didn't pay too much attention to this child, because the door just opened in front of him.

A middle-aged man in his 40s came out with a bald head and a big belly. He opened the door with a satisfied expression on his face, and was stunned when he saw Song Yu at the door.

Song Yu looked at him without speaking.

The middle-aged man looked Song Yu up and down with disgusting eyes, and for some reason, he whistled at him with a smile on his face.

Song Yu showed no expression and turned away. The middle-aged man looked at him several more times before walking away swaggeringly.

The crying of the child next door became quieter, maybe his parents were tired from beating and were taking a break.

Song Yu pushed open the half-open door and walked in.

There was no light in the room, and although it was daytime, the living room was very dark, without a ray of sunlight.

There was the sound of water in the room on the right side of the living room, and someone was taking a shower.

He didn't wait too long, and soon the sound of the water stopped. A woman in a bathrobe came out of the room, and she was not surprised to see Song Yu standing in the living room.

She walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the cigarette case from the tea table, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Why don't you sit down?" She took a puff of cigarette, looked at Song Yu with a smile on her lips, "You think it's dirty?"

Song Yu put his hands in his pockets and looked at her indifferently, "What do you want me for?"

"I miss you." The woman smiled, her eyes full of charm.

Her eyes were exactly the same as Song Yu's, she looked indifferent when she had no expression on her face, but once she smiled, she was immediately charming, and the corners of her eyes were seductive.

Song Yu exhaled and said, "How much will it cost this time?"

The woman stopped smiling and looked at Song Yu coldly. Song Yu looked at her blankly, and no one spoke for a while.

Cheng Fei shivered, squatting weakly and helplessly at the door, trying to huddle himself into a ball, so as to resist the howling cold wind in the corridor.

His hands and feet were cold, and he was unconscious, feeling like he was going to faint in the next second.

Persevere, persevere, Cheng Fei said to himself.

After all, he made Song Yu cry, so he deserved to suffer such a small crime.

He could also come up with a trick, he thought optimistically, when Song Yu opened the door for him, let Song Yu touch his cold hands, he would die of heartache immediately, and his anger would disappear.

Then, Song Yu held his hands in distress, and then held his face in distress, trying to use his own body temperature to help him warm up.

and then... and then...

Cheng Fei almost laughed out loud as he thought about it, he quickly coughed to end the fantasy in his mind.

No, no, keep serious, otherwise, when Song Yu opens the door and sees himself giggling, won't it appear that he is not sincere?

The woman made a gesture, "This number."

Song Yu smiled in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"

"What? Can't you take it out?" the woman said.

Song Yu didn't want to say anything, just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"If you can't get it out, someone else will get it out." The woman took a deep breath of cigarettes, "I made you look so good, so don't waste it."

It was not the first time Song Yu heard such words from her mouth. At this moment, she didn't even have the thought of getting angry, only endless exhaustion.

"Impossible, don't even think about it," he said.

"Then I don't care." The woman shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent face, "It's up to you whether you take it out or not. Anyway, if you don't take it out, you will know the consequences."

"The last time." Song Yu stared into her eyes, "You promise me this is the last time."

The woman smiled and said lazily, "I can promise, but do you believe it?"

Song Yu saw that she didn't speak, and after a few seconds, he raised his legs and left the room. When he walked out, he slammed the door on the door frame, and the ash on the wall was shaken down.

The woman didn't respond. She took her last puff of cigarette quietly, bent down and pressed the cigarette butt on the coffee table, extinguishing the only light in the living room.

When Song Yu returned home, she saw a lump of something that she didn't know what it was huddled in front of her house, and she was so frightened that she almost pulled out her mobile phone to call the police.

But in the next second he recognized that it was Cheng Fei.

He walked over and looked down at Cheng Fei who was already asleep in the corner.

Cheng Fei buried half of his face in his arms, and the exposed half of his face was a little reddish, probably because of the wind blowing in the corridor. He didn't sleep well, and he was frowning at this moment.

Song Yu originally wanted to touch him with his foot to wake up this big fool who was sleeping at the door of someone else's house.

But he stood still, just looked at Cheng Fei expressionlessly, and finally bent his knees and squatted in front of Cheng Fei.

"Cheng Fei." He called softly.

Cheng Fei didn't respond and was still asleep.

"Cheng Fei." He still called softly.

Cheng Fei didn't know what he dreamed of, his brows furrowed deeper, and he muttered something in his dreams that no one could understand.

"Cheng Fei." Song Yu yelled softer than each other, it didn't sound like he was waking someone up, but more like yelling for himself.

Cheng Fei murmured in his sleep: "Don't cry, I was wrong."

This time the pronunciation was quite clear, at least Song Yu heard it clearly.

He looked at Cheng Fei's frowning, and wondered who he was talking about?Who is crying?

"Song Yu..."

He was even more puzzled when he heard his name.

"I was wrong, don't cry..."

Song Yu tilted her head, thought for a while, but couldn't figure out when she had cried.

I don't know what kind of mess Cheng Fei was dreaming about in his dream.

"Song Yu...Song Yu..." Cheng Fei stubbornly called his name.

Song Yu looked at him helplessly, wondering if he should answer.

His feet were a little numb, he was going to wake Cheng Fei up, then go home and take a comfortable shower, sleep well, and forget about the bad day.

Just when he put his hand on Cheng Fei's arm, Cheng Fei said vaguely and firmly, "I like you."

His tone was so sure that Song Yu once thought he was awake, but when he lowered his eyes to look at Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei still closed his eyes and did not wake up.

It's just that Cheng Fei no longer frowned, his whole face stretched out, as if he was dreaming of something happy, and he could tell that he was in a good mood even with his eyes closed, "I like you."

Song Yu was at a loss at the moment, he didn't know what was wrong with him, his eyes might be sick, and he started to cry for no reason.

He raised his hand to caress his face, trying to wipe away the inexplicable tears, but no matter how hard he wiped, the tears still hung on his face, refusing to leave.

He hurriedly wiped the unstoppable tears, wiped them, and suddenly stopped, covered his face with his hands, and cried helplessly.