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

Song Yu roared furiously: "What are you talking about? Of course it's changing clothes! What else can I do? Is it possible that I can still take advantage of you?"

Jiang was dazed, his expression changing, "Change... clothes?"

"Don't you try your Hanfu? Or do you just want to change it in the living room?" Song Yu smiled wickedly, "By the way, what did you think I asked you to come into the room just now?"

Jiang Yun had an innocent face, "I just asked what I want to do, you just talk so much..." He walked up to him and asked with a smile on his face: "I also want to ask, what were you thinking just now?" What? Suddenly becoming so irritable?"

"I... I didn't think about anything." Song Yu's eyes dodged, and he blinked, "It was you who thought about it first!"

"How can I think wrongly? I think everything is right."

Song Yu pushed him into the room, and then closed the door, "Just think about it for yourself in it."

Jiang Yun looked around his room, this was the first time he entered his room, although he had already looked inside from the window before, but standing here now, the feeling is still different.

He went to the window and closed the curtains. The curtains swept over and almost knocked down an alarm clock on the desk. He held the dangling alarm clock.

But why is this sky blue alarm clock so familiar?

Isn't this the fat blue alarm clock he threw out of the room at that time?

How come he picked it up again?

Jiang Yun saw a small post-it note posted under it, and he picked it up curiously to look at it. It said, "One day, I will defeat this evil force, Jiang Yun."

"Song Yu, you are poisonous!" He couldn't help but say.

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Song Yu played music outside, but couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"I said you are sick!"

"Ah? What did you say?" Song Yu thought he was calling for something, so he rushed over and opened the door.

However, Jiang Yun inside the door was taking off his clothes at this time, just as he took off a coat, he turned around and saw Song Yu who had broken in through the door.He looked shocked, "What are you doing?"

"I thought you called me for something." Song Yu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Didn't you call me?"

"I said you are sick!" Jiang Yun angrily drove him out, and then locked the door behind him.

"What?" Song Yu stood outside the door in disbelief, "It's even locked? Locked my door in my house?"

After a while, Jiang Yun got dressed and came out. He was also dressed in white, which made him look taller and taller than the wind.The cold white light in the room shone on his stern face, adding a bit of softness and beauty, like an exiled fairy who came out of a costume drama.

"How did you wear it so fast?" Song Yu said in surprise, "I've been wearing it for a long time just now, and I learned it after watching a long time of tutorials."

"You're so stupid. Why don't you just ask me?"

"Aren't I the one who can't find you?"

Jiang fainted with a smile, "Is it still my fault?"

"Yeah, it's your fault."

Jiang Yun walked up to him, twisted the red belt on his body, and raised the corners of his mouth more and more wantonly, "What? You want to make CP with me? You wear red, and I wear blue?"

Song Yu scoffed, "Where did you learn these words?"

"I learned it online. Since ancient times, red and blue have produced CP."

Although both of them were dressed in white, Jiang Yun's was embroidered with blue patterns, while Song Yu's was embroidered with red ribbons. No matter in terms of color, temperament, or style, the two clothes were very different. Look, it's a couple.

Song Yu joked: "Hey, I've been surfing the Internet a lot lately."

"Yeah, not only that, I also met a netizen."

Song Yu pulled back the strap on his clothes, and asked nervously, "What netizen?"

"It's just a very interesting... girl." Jiang Yun deliberately emphasized the word girl.

"Girl???" Song Yu was shocked, "Have you dated online?"

Jiang Yun replied: "No, just a netizen."

The water in the kitchen was boiling, Song Yu walked around him, took out a small bag from the refrigerator, and walked to the kitchen.

Jiang Yun followed behind him and watched as he opened the bag, took out a roast duck from the vacuum packaging, and steamed it on the steamer.

"How long have you been chatting?" Song Yu put the lid on and said, his voice was much cooler than before.

"For a long time."

"Have we met?"

Jiang Yun leaned against the door frame and looked sideways at his face, "No, he's rather shy. But he should see me soon."

"Oh? So you like this kind of girl? Introverted girls?" Song Yu smiled, but that smile didn't come from the depths of his heart, but that he was pretending to be strong.

"Not at all."

"Then what is it about her that attracts you? Can it actually make your cycad tree bloom?"

"I'm not an iron tree!" Jiang Yun said unhappily.

"I think you are." Song Yu turned off the gas, lifted the lid of the pot, and brought out the duck together with the steamer, "When do you plan to bring her to my friends?"

Jiang Yun: "That's my netizen, why did I show it to you?"

"Don't show me the counting ball, you think labor and management want to see it!" Song Yu suddenly became angry, and he brought out a stack of side dishes from the refrigerator, which was a stack of shredded cucumbers and green onions mixed together , it is most suitable for roast duck.

Song Yu sat at the table and was about to start eating, but when he looked at the white clothes on his body, the sleeves were so long that they almost dragged to the ground, he raised his head and said, "Are we two fools? So grand to eat roast duck?"

"Uh... I don't care, after all, I have lived like this before."

"But I'm a modern person, I'm not used to it at all." Song Yu got up and prepared to change his clothes.

Jiang Yun suddenly grabbed his hand, "Don't change it, that's it."

"why?"

"That's it. It looks good." Jiang Yun was afraid that he would never have the chance to see Song Yu dressed like this again, so he wanted to watch it for a while.

"Well, I'll listen to you today, after all you..." Song Yu realized that he had said something wrong, and suddenly stopped.

"Since you want to look good, I might as well light candles for you. The artistic conception will kill you." Song Yu sarcastically said, he sat down again, rolled up his wide sleeves, and began to eat.

Jiang Yun pried off the lid of the beer, took a sip of the wine and said, "Okay."

"What a ghost. Where can I find candles for you?" Song Yu just wrapped a roll of roast duck in pancakes in his hand, and he stuffed it into Jiang Yun's mouth, "Hurry up, don't do it in the middle of the night .”

The two of them didn't say a word about the topic just now, but Song Yu felt a thorn in his heart. He kept his head down to eat, and occasionally took a sip of mulled wine. The thorn in his heart was stuck there, and he really wanted to call him Pull it out for myself, but I'm afraid that he will pierce deeper and deeper for me.

Feeling his depression, Jiang Yun asked, "Is this the roast duck your mother bought for you?"

"Heh, how could she think of buying it for me? I bought it by myself." In fact, he didn't pass by, but went halfway around the city to buy it from the roast duck restaurant.

"Do you like this?" Jiang Yun asked again.

"Like it? Don't like it? I don't know. I just want to eat it." Song Yu took a big sip of beer, and his eyes sparkled when he drank the beer. "I went to eat it a long time ago, and I thought it was what it was Immortal Roast Duck, how can it be so delicious? That taste has been remembered until now."

"My parents are very busy at work, and they love to quarrel when they get together. That time was when I was in the second year of junior high school, the only time our whole family went to Beijing for a trip, and we ate roast duck together."

"Aren't you happy to see your mother during Chinese New Year?" Jiang Yun put down his chopsticks and listened to him quietly.

"Happy. But, not very happy."

"How to say?"

Song Yu said slowly, "Do you know why she stayed in Beijing and didn't come back?" Song Yu smiled wryly, and took up his own words, "Because, she found me a stepfather."

Jiang Yun's hand holding the wine bottle paused, and a chill spread from the bottle to his fingertips. He asked in a low voice, "So, are you unhappy because of this?"

"Hey, suddenly I don't want to go to Beijing for the exam." Song Yuchang sighed.

Jiang Yun raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were scarlet, whether it was because of the alcohol or tears in his eyes.He said, "Don't say that. Isn't that what you've always dreamed of?"

Song Yu sneered and said, "Dream? My dream is just to fight against them."

He refers to them as parents.

"But, if you don't like it in your heart, then why do you work so hard? Do you know? The way you work hard is really fascinating."

He quietly went to the third floor every night for more than two months to see him, to see the young man who worked so hard and forgot to sleep and eat. In his eyes, he was shining like that.

The spring breeze in February cut off the connection between them one by one, but his nostalgia for him was like a new bud on a branch, facing the spring and the rising sun, growing tenaciously.

"So, Song Yu, don't give up your dreams because of others."

"Come on, cheers! If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow." Song Yu picked up the wine bottle and toasted him. They drank one bottle after another, and finally fell asleep without knowing whether they were drunk or sleepy. up.

The next day, sunlight shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains and fell on Jiang Yun's long black eyelashes.

He opened his eyes in a daze, thinking that he was in his own home, closed his eyes again and turned over, but bumped into someone's chin.

He woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes again, but what he saw was a soft and flawless face.

That was Song Yu's face.

His peaceful sleeping face is just one centimeter away from him. He has not woken up yet. His long eyelashes cover his eyes, like a butterfly has dropped a pair of beautiful wings.

The belts of the two people have not been untied, but they are already in a mess. The white robes are overlapped, and it is hard to tell whose clothes it is.

When did they run to bed?

Jiang Yun had no memory at all.

He half-supported his head with his left hand, and carefully stroked Song Yu's face with his right hand. There was still a trace of blush on his face, which was the expression of drunkenness.

Jiang Yun's fingers stayed on the lump of red, and his tender face became more and more red as he touched it, and finally turned red into a big pomegranate.