Dressed as the school grass of the heartthrob [the past wears the present]

Recently, Song Yu has been obsessed with painting, or in other words, he has been deliberately avoiding Jiang Yun. Usually, he likes to spend time alone in the studio, and even goes to the studio to paint on weekends. painting.

At the beginning of December, he took two days off to take the joint art exam.Jiang Yun looked at the empty seat on the left, and felt empty in his heart.

"Hey, Ren Song Yu is going to be an art student. No wonder he doesn't care about test scores. It's pitiful for ordinary students like us. We have to study hard!" Nie Wuyi kept wailing beside him.

"Hey, Jiang Yun, I heard that he is going to pass the exam, do you know?"

Jiang Yun shook his head, he didn't know.

"It is said that it is difficult to pass the test, Song Yu's ambition is a bit big!" Nie Wuyi continued.

Jiang Yun said firmly, "He can do it."

He can!

After Song Yu came back, he became more diligent. As soon as it was time for self-study class, he picked up his drawing board and rushed to the studio.Recently, when Jiang Yun came home from his study at 09:30 in the evening, he couldn't meet him. Even though he dawdled at the door for a while, he still didn't come.

Is he so sleepless now? Aren't you going home after 09:30?

"Hey, Jiang Yun, it's 09:30, why don't you go back soon?" Nie Wuyi knocked on his desk with the tip of his pen, raised his face, and said, "Leave later, I'm going to write this section Go after self-study."

"Ah?? Isn't it? Are you sick? You can leave now, but you have to take one more class!"

"Well, I haven't finished the question yet."

Nie Wuyi was surprised again: "?? You need to do this question? Didn't you do it all last year?"

Jiang stood up in a daze, and walked out through the back door. Nie Wuyi smiled and said, "Have you figured it out? Do you know how to go home?"

However, Jiang Yun's voice floated in from the window, "I'll go to the toilet and come back."

Nie Wuyi: ...

Jiang fainted out of the classroom and walked along the busy corridor. At this time, many students came out to empty their minds.He reached the end of the corridor, but instead of turning into the toilet, he turned to the stairs on the left and went downstairs.

Go down the stairs until you reach the third floor, then turn into the opposite corridor and walk towards another building.

He remembered that the studio seemed to be on this floor.

This building here is obviously much quieter than the building just now. There are several studios on this floor. He walked slowly along the corridor, and finally saw Song Yu's back in a large classroom.

He was not the only one in that studio, there were some other students painting, and Song Yu happened to be sitting a little bit in the middle.

The students inside were all focused on painting, and no one noticed him outside the window.He walked softly and saw Song Yu's upright silhouette, holding a blue pencil in his hand, and gently drawing on the drawing board.

He still has a pencil stuck in his right ear, and he's just as playful as ever.

He was so engrossed in the painting that his entire side face was immersed in the hazy yellow light. With such a serious and selfless demeanor, Jiang couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

He really seems to have a kind of magic power, a magic power that can make people fall.

At first, Jiang Yun thought he was just a cynical kid, but he didn't know until now that he would work hard and fight for his own goals.

Again and again, he allowed himself to impress him.

Sitting there painting, he has a mature and elegant temperament, which is completely different from the usual lively him.

Jiang Yun felt that he had fallen again.

Who wouldn't be tempted by such a young man?

Even though he was a boy, he was completely moved for such a boy.

When I was young, my heart was like thousands of butterflies flying out of my heart. They cheered and fluttered their wings.

Once a butterfly flies out, it can never be caught again.

All the butterflies in his heart flew towards the boy in white.

If the boy could look back at this moment, he would definitely see him sinking into the vortex of spring.

But spring has not yet arrived, but all his butterflies flew out of the market.

out of control.

He didn't know how many nights he had like now, he used the excuse of going to the toilet on the third floor to secretly come to the studio to see him, just to watch him for that brief minute.

Just look at it and you will be full of energy.

The weather was getting colder. That night, the homeroom teacher called them to the flag-raising ceremony stage on the first floor, and arranged for everyone to stand for the chorus.

The commander of their class is a girl, facing them and standing on the small platform in front.The girls stood in the first row, arranged in order according to their height, one step at a time and one row at the back. Jiang Yun and the others naturally stood on the top step.

Nie Wuyi raised his hand to signal, "Teacher, why don't our classes have something special."

The class teacher asked: "Tell me, what good ideas do you have?"

Nie Wuyi saw that a class next door chose a man and a woman to stand in the first row as lead singers, so he pushed Jiang Yun and Song Yu out, "Teacher, why don't we add two lead singers too."

The girls in the front row all applauded. The front of the two school grass stands is so eye-catching, maybe it can add a lot of points.

"Two monitors, you stand in front." The head teacher shouted.

Jiang Yun refused in his heart. Originally, he could get away with it by standing in the back, open his mouth casually, and not make a sound, but now he is asked to lead the singing?

But he can't sing at all!

Song Yu stood on the bottom step and said to the teacher: "Teacher, I have a more special proposal, why don't we change the lead singing to recitation."

"Song Yu, this proposal is good, not bad, and unique." The head teacher was very satisfied with his idea, and he turned his head to Jiang Yun and said, "Jiang Yun, you and Song Yu have a discussion, and I will leave this recitation to you The two of you are here to write."

A girl next to her also raised her hand and suggested, "Teacher, we can also add some movements, gestures, etc. when singing in chorus."

Song Yu said: "Teacher, why don't we adjust the formation into a heart shape?"

The head teacher made a gesture to suppress everyone's voices, "Everyone's ideas are good, all of them are adopted, all of them are adopted."

Song Yu ran to the steps to transfer positions for them. He was very active in doing these things, and fulfilled the duty of the monitor to the fullest.Seeing this, Jiang Yun also took the initiative to go to the opposite playground to help him observe everyone's formation from a distance, and where changes need to be made.

Jiang Yun saw that there was an unfilled space on the left side of the line, so he said loudly, "Song Yu, the left atrium is empty."

He said this so quickly that the students heard "Song Yu's left atrium is empty", and then everyone laughed loudly. Not only that, but also the students in other classes on the playground heard it and laughed.

Before long, the whole school will know that Song Yu's left atrium is empty.

Song Yu's face was awkward, he turned his head and said angrily: "Sir, please pay attention to the pause in the sentence, what do you mean my left atrium is empty?"

"My left atrium is empty, empty!" he roared stubbornly.

Nie Wuyi started to join in the fun again, saying: "Song Yu, it is said that the person you like lives in the left atrium. Your left atrium is not empty. Who lives in it?"

The students smelled gossip and all turned to look at him.

"I'll stay with you, okay?" Song Yu carried the damned Nie Wuyi over and stood in the empty seat.

After Jiang Yun saw it, a clear voice came back from afar, "Song Yu, take him away!"

Song Yu: "Huh?"

He was toying in his heart, could it be that he... is jealous?

Jiang Yun slowly walked towards the team, and added a sentence, "Nie Wuyi is too tall to stand there."

The students looked back and thought it was right. Nie Wuyi was indeed too tall to stand inside, so he could only stand outside.

Nie Wuyi backed out, returned to his original position, scratched his head and said, "Then there is one less person in our class."

A female classmate below said: "Why don't you leave that position empty. The most important position in the left atrium is reserved for our favorite old class."

"That's a good idea! Not to mention anything else, our class won with just this formation."

Song Yu snapped his fingers, "Perfect! When the time comes, take a balloon and hold it there, and it will be our old Yang!"

Next, everyone rehearsed the gestures when singing, when the body should swing, and the preparations for the chorus were almost ready, leaving only the troublesome thing of reciting words.

Song Yu dragged Jiang Yun back to the classroom, "Jiang Yun, this recitation should come at your fingertips, why don't you trouble the monitor to write it down?"

Jiang was dizzy with a headache, and asked with a frown, "How should I write it?"

"Just write a few words about youth. When the time comes, you will read one sentence, and I will read one sentence, and then we will start singing."

"What is youth?" Jiang Yun asked a question that confused everyone.

Song Yu was taken aback, he thought for a while, and said, "Youth, this is the moment."

He touched Jiang Yun's white shirt with his hand, and tugged at his black tie, "You will wear this when the time comes, you will look like a refined scum."

Jiang Yun: "..." He grabbed his hand that was holding onto his tie, and said, "Since we are both leading students, shouldn't you wear the same clothes as me?"

Song Yu struggled hard, but still couldn't break free from his grasp, "It makes sense, but I don't have a white shirt as elegant as yours."

Jiang Yun's eyebrows raised a charming arc, and the voice he said was also very ecstatic, "It's okay, I have it."

"You let me wear yours?" Song Yu raised his eyes in shock.

"What? Do you dislike it?"

"Of course not." Song Yu shook his head, wearing his shirt, would this be a little too ambiguous?

"Then I'll send it to you at night." Jiang Yun let go of his hand, turned around and walked back to the classroom.

He hasn't been to Song Yu's side for a month, and he hasn't been there since his father came last time.

He took out a neatly hung white shirt from the closet. He didn't know how to fold the clothes of this world, so he simply took the clothes hanger to him.On the balcony over there was a well-fed raccoon cat lying there. The cat didn't hide when Jiang Yun came, and was still lying there lazily.

Jiang Yun stopped in front of it, stared at it for a while, and said softly, "You seem to have been fattened by Song Yu."

"Meow~" it called out in a shrill voice, as if to say, "You are the only one who is fat, and your whole family is fat!"

Song Yu heard the voice and came out. He saw Jiang Yun standing outside the glass door, holding a neat white shirt in his hand, and asked, "Why did you just carry it here?"

Jiang Yun stood at the door and said, "No one will see it."

"Meow~" the raccoon cat below barked, as if to say, "Do you think I'm blind?"

Song Yu hurriedly reached out to take the shirt over, then he glanced to the right again, and after making sure no one saw it, he said, "You should bring it in a bag anyway."

Jiang Yun said a little aggrieved: "Put it in a bag and it will wrinkle."

"Then you can't take it carelessly like this, in case your mother or your sister sees..." Song Yu didn't know why he suddenly became so sensitive, for fear that Jiang Yun's family would see the relationship between the two of them. Too much contact.

He was afraid that he would be misunderstood by his family at that time, and he would really harm him.

Therefore, he decided to stay away from him.

After Jiang Yun heard what he said, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "I will pay attention next time. I will go first."

Seeing him turn and leave, Song Yu's heart tightened suddenly, it felt like... like the heart was really empty.

"Jiang Yun." He suddenly stopped him, "How is your dance practice?"

Jiang Yun returned coldly, "That's it."

Although he practiced every day during this time, his soul was not practicing along with it, and he didn't know what he was practicing or what he was losing his mind.

Song Yu: "Come on, jump and have a look."

Jiang Yun turned to look at him, and asked curiously, "What? Are you not afraid of being seen now?"

"Stop beeping, jump or not?"

Jiang Yun unbuttoned the two buttons of his clothes, looked at him with the tip of his nose, and said with an expression of who is afraid of who, "How dare you not listen to Master's words?"

"Wait for me." Song Yu went back and put his clothes away before coming out. He clicked on Huo Yuanjia's accompaniment on his phone, "Let's start now, let's dance together."

So the two of them danced on this balcony in the middle of the night. The autumn wind was blowing, and it was refreshing. At this moment, they forgot their troubles and those unspeakable thoughts, and only focused on dancing. .

The raccoon cat is their loyal audience, lying under the flower pot with half-closed eyes watching them dance.

Song Yu is really a good teacher. With his strong patience and perseverance, he finally brought Jiang Yun, the master of rhythm, on the right track.

"What are you doing? It's singing and dancing again!"

An empty mineral water bottle was thrown from upstairs, interrupting the dance of Jiang Yun and the others. Looking back, it was the guy from upstairs Yue Nan again.

"I will perform idol dramas for a while, court dramas for a while, and song and dance dramas for a while, can you two calm down!" Yue Nan continued to sarcastically.

Song Yu put his elbow on Jiang Yun's shoulder casually, raised his head, and said with a smile, "Someone is still acting as a domineering president."

Yue Nan didn't understand, but Jiang Yun couldn't hold back his laughter.