[pattern] Song's son

The next day, Song Yubin brought Su Yizheng to his pottery studio.

Song Yubin stood at the door of the studio, frowned at the closed door, reached out and groped for a while under the eaves of the door of the studio, and found a very small key.

Su Yizheng has such a habit since his previous life, to put the door key in the crack under the eaves.Fortunately, this habit of Su Yizheng in this life has not changed.

Song Yubin opened the door and led Su Yizheng in.The studio is no different from the last time Song Yubin came here. Every cabinet is scattered with all kinds of pottery, and there is a semi-finished pottery embryo on the drawing machine opposite the counter. The long pottery embryo has been somewhat dry, showing the most original color of pottery clay.

Su Yizheng let go of Song Yubin's hand, walked to the front of the cabinet naturally, and touched those exquisite pottery with his hands.

Unusual concentration and heart.

He slowly frowned, picked up the bottle he was caressing, and muttered to himself: "No, it should be pastel, this bottle should be pastel..."

Song Yubin was startled, and looked up at the bottle in Su Yizheng's hand. The bottle in Su Yizheng's hand was a blue and white porcelain with white glaze and blue and white, so beautiful.He forced a smile, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart: "Yi Zheng, that is obviously blue and white, what kind of pink is it?"

Su Yizheng looked up at Song Yubin, his eyes were full of stubbornness: "The blue and white are too thick, this bottle is too thin to hold the blue and white, it can only be filled with pastels..." He let go suddenly, and the bottle in his hand fell in response, falling into pieces A few large pieces, "The output of every porcelain can only be seen in the world after a lot of tempering, so they can only be perfect without the slightest flaw."

He stood in the studio and talked eloquently, as if he was the talented potter who was favored by God in the past, the perfect gentleman who stood in the spotlight and smiled without allowing himself a single flaw.

Su Yizheng was born for pottery.

Song Yubin closed his eyes and tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He looked at Su Yizheng inquiringly, and his tone was full of uncertainty: "Yizheng...you remember?"

Su Yizheng raised his head suddenly, and the confidence in his eyes was replaced by blankness and childishness. He frowned as if he was thinking about something, and finally squatted slowly □Holding his head, his expression became more and more painful.

"It hurts, it hurts... Yu Bin..." There was a hint of crying in the voice.

It could be seen that it was in extreme pain.

Song Yubin didn't have time to think about what was going on, so he could only quickly run to Su Yizheng's side, and frantically took out his phone to call for help, but he didn't want the phone to run out of battery and turn off automatically.

"*!" Song Yubin cursed in a low voice, threw the phone on the floor casually, hugged Su Yizheng with both hands helplessly, and said in a panic, "Where does it hurt?" Even his hands trembled slightly.

Su Yi gradually calmed down in Song Yubin's arms, and finally fell silent.

Song Yubin looked down at Su Yizheng, but he didn't expect that Su Yizheng had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He could only maintain this posture stiffly, for fear that any movement of his would make Su Yizheng wake up and continue to suffer.

He just looked at Su Yizheng's side face without blinking, recalling many things in his mind.

What should Su Yizheng do if he remembered everything?They can no longer take a leisurely walk in the afternoon, he can no longer read stories to Su Yizheng before he has a good night, and he can no longer accompany Su Yizheng to play his favorite game.

He began to fear that Su Yizheng would recall everything and choose to leave him.

How nice it would be if you were always like this.

Song Yubin lowered his head, and pressed a kiss lightly on the corner of Su Yizheng's mouth.

I would rather just be with you like this for the rest of my life, Su Yizheng.There are no more disputes, calculations, and noises between us, and some are just the ordinary happiness of joining hands for a lifetime.

It was already two hours after Su Yizheng woke up. Su Yizheng opened his eyes and greeted Song Yubin sleepily: "Good afternoon, Yubin."

Song Yubin smiled, and also greeted Su Yizheng: "Good afternoon, Yizheng."

"Stand up first," Song Yubin pointed at Su Yizheng, and teased, "Look, your whole body is on top of me."

Su Yizheng looked at the state of his body, embarrassed himself, and stood up.

Seeing Su Yizheng standing up, Song Yubin wanted to stand up with a backhand support, but he didn't want to sit down on the ground suddenly when he stood up because his legs and feet were curled up for a long time, and pressed Su Yizheng on the ground with his left hand The broken ceramic fragments immediately bled profusely.

Su Yi was staring blankly at Song Yubin's hand, at a loss, "Yubin...you...are you okay?"

"*!" Song Yubin gritted his teeth, raised his left hand and took out the ceramic shards embedded in his palm with his right hand.

"I'm fine," Song Yubin looked up at Su Yizheng, and comforted him, "Can Yizheng help me get the box from there?" He pointed to the first-aid kit not far away.

Su Yizheng nodded in a hurry, and hurriedly carried the first-aid kit to Song Yubin's side.

Song Yubin took out the gauze and styptic powder from the first aid kit, poured the styptic powder on the wound without washing it, and simply bandaged it.

The wound was actually not deep, it was just that the injured area was relatively large, which made it look scary.

Su Yizheng watched Song Yubin's movements for a moment, until the wound was completely covered by the white gauze, then raised his head, and stroked Song Yubin's hair like Song Yubin usually comforted him.

"Woo Bin, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Song Yubin smiled, and stretched out his right hand to Su Yizheng, "Yizheng, pull me up, I can't get up."

"Okay," Su Yizheng responded obediently, his movements were a little cautious, for fear of touching Song Yubin's injured hand.

Song Yubin looked at Su Yizheng's actions amusedly, but he didn't laugh at him.He must cherish every minute and every second he is with Su Yi now, otherwise if Su Yizheng remembers in the future, he will lose him forever.

"Yubin," Su Yizheng lowered his head, looked at Song Yubin's wound intently, and asked casually, "Aren't we going to school?"

"Is it a myth?" Song Yubin looked at Su Yizheng's soft ivory-colored nape, and turned his head indifferently, "What? Yizheng wants to go to school?"

"Um……"

"Then go."

Song Yubin raised his eyebrows, took Su Yizheng's left hand with his uninjured right hand and walked out of the studio.When leaving, Song Yubin took one last look at the studio, and then slammed the door shut.

Before the real Su Yizheng came back, he would not let Su Yizheng come here again.

Because Song Yubin's left hand is injured, Su Yizheng can't drive either.So when Song Yubin and Su Yizheng took a taxi to the guard room, they were stopped.

"Student, this is Shinhwa High School, you should leave as soon as possible." The guard came out of the guard room, admonishing earnestly, "Don't try to get in, you won't be able to get in."

"I'm a student of Shinhwa High School," Song Yubin explained with black lines all over his head.

"You who claim to be a student of Shinhwa High School, I don't see 10 or 8 every day, but they are all fake, classmate, don't think about being a door-to-door son-in-law, go back quickly."

In fact, it’s no wonder that the gate guards don’t know Song Yubin and Su Yizheng. Song Woobin and Su Yizheng sit in the car every time they enter Shinhwa High School, and they have never met the gate guards face to face. Uncles who never go online to get to know them.

Song Yubin cursed in a low voice, touched his mobile phone in his trouser bag, but remembered that he had lost it in the studio, and Su Yizheng, who was in amnesia, naturally couldn't bring anything like a mobile phone.

So, Song Yubin and Su Yizheng, who have always been domineering in Shinhwa High School, finally tasted the pain of not being allowed to enter Shinhwa High School for the first time.

"Senior Yi Zheng! Senior Yu Bin!" The golden silk grass girl who appeared in front of them on a bicycle greeted them cheerfully, "Why don't you go in?"

Song Yubin was ashamed, did he tell the vitality girl that he was stopped by a dutiful uncle?

Before Song Yubin could answer, the guard standing aside answered for them: "Girl, do you know these two students pretending to be Shinhwa High School? Tell them to go back quickly, and the class time stipulated by the state is about to arrive."

Jin Sicao got out of the car, pushed the car and walked up to them. She walked up to them in disbelief, pointed at Song Yubin and Su Yizheng, and said to the security guard, "Uncle! They are F4, what is it?" Students outside, you have mistaken the person!"

Is it really a little embarrassing to admit that I am F4 in this situation?

The security uncle looked at them, then at Jinsicao, and first became amused: "Girl, I think you got it wrong, are they F4? There is no special car to pick them up, and they are wearing clothes without any brand." , Do you really think that I am an uncle who is not familiar with the market? People like F4 will use taxis?"

Song Yubin became more and more silent. He looked down at the Italian handmade clothes he and Su Yizheng were wearing, and suddenly reflected on himself... Maybe he really isn't F4.

The security guard looked down at the watch on his wrist, and came over to chase people away, "Okay, okay, let's leave now. Shinhwa High School is about to start!"

The Golden Silk Grass girl was also dissatisfied and pushed the bicycle to Song Yubin to argue with the security uncle.

At this time, something happened suddenly, the security guard accidentally bumped into Jinsicao's bicycle, pushed the bicycle and fell towards Su Yizheng, and the Jinsicao girl subconsciously took a step back, and Su Yizheng was caught by Jinsicao Stumbled, and fell to the ground.

But Song Yubin subconsciously grabbed Su Yizheng, but he didn't want the golden silk grass girl and the bicycle to fall towards them, so he could only fall to the ground with Su Yizheng.

"Senior Yu Bin! Senior Yi Zheng!"

The last thing Song Yubin heard was the cry of the golden silk grass.