my zepple

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Tong Yu thinks he doesn't understand romance, but he really likes the song Romance of Love.

And he thinks Song Rou plays very well.Later, he also found several piano versions on Yinsoft. Although he knew that this piece was very simple, he still felt that it didn't feel right.

When going to bed at night, Tong Yu listened to the original version of the classical guitar all night with headphones on.He didn't sleep badly, but he had a lot of messy dreams at night, and when he woke up, he realized that something was wrong with him.

He moved his leg, something was wrong.

And he found that he had...

Tong Yu sat on the bed in a daze for a while.In fact, he almost couldn't remember the last time this happened to him.

Antidepressants can cause apathy and dysfunction, and he knows that.But even in the manic period, Tong Yu didn't realize that he was different in this respect.

And the dream last night, he dreamed of Song Rou.

He dreamed that he and Song Rou were speeding along the road by the sea in a 1965 orange Fordmustang.The wind blows Song Rou's thick curly hair, and black sunglasses rest on the bridge of his nose. He holds the steering wheel and looks at Tong Yu sideways from time to time, with a lazy expression.Tong Yu only remembered that he was drinking coconut juice while the setting sun melted gold and sank to the end of the sea.

They drove to the bay, Song Rou took him with one hand, and took a walk by the beach with an ice bucket in the other.The sand on the beach was scoured until it was fine, and Tong Yu's legs were soft when he stepped on it.

He stepped on the water deliberately wearing canvas shoes, Song Rou grabbed him and kissed him.

Then they kissed inseparably under the golden clouds and the setting sun, and they were kicked over by someone, and the bubbling champagne and the bright wine glass mixed with ice cubes rolled all over the floor.

When Song Rou put her hand into Tong Yu's shirt, she lowered her head into his shoulder and took a steady breath, then kissed the side of his neck affectionately.

Then Song Rou asked him: "Do you want to share your body with me?"

The dream in the second half of the night was very broken.The flowing light and shadow with eyes closed is like the last afterglow of the setting sun, the snow-white waves, the clear and cold champagne against the skin, and the fine sand that has not been cooled for a long time.

He hadn't even slept through the night like this in too long.

Tong Yu looked at the thing on his hand, it was shiny.

He fell back on the bed, his fingers spread out like that, and he didn't care whether he would rub against the sheets.Close your eyes and it's Song Rou in your dream again.

He leaned in front of him and asked him, his eyelashes were wet and hot, the breath of the two of them was thin, he saw the bright red and beautiful lips moved, with a hint of seduction.

"Do you want to share your body with me?"

Tong Yu lay down with her eyes closed for a while before washing slowly, then packed her things and went to school.

In fact, Tong Yu has 1 reasons not to go to school every day, but he wants to go today.

But Song Rou didn't come today.

Tong Yu sleepwalked in the classroom for two classes, and he ran away before the third class.

Today is still a sunny day, Tong Yu is going to go to the back mountain to lie down for half a day, and then go directly to the studio at night.

He was lying on the lawn under the locust tree, watching the thicker locust trees bend the branches, and the riper locusts would fall down when the wind blows.Close your eyes, the sharp edge of the sea of ​​stars seems to be able to penetrate through the gaps in the eyelids.

The phone was put aside, and the analog record on the screen was slowly spinning.

After discharging the last bit of electricity in the phone, Tong Yu patted the grass clippings on his body and sat up to go.I took a few steps back and then turned back, stretching my sinful hand towards the locust tree...

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The art building has three floors, in addition to the studio and the old music classroom, there is also a calligraphy classroom.Seeing that the third year of high school is coming soon, the originally deserted calligraphy classroom has gradually become active.

The electric piano in the new music classroom in the laboratory building is not good, but the real piano is in demand.The art building is a little quieter. Although the old vertical Yingchang is a bit old, the sound quality is not bad. Song Rou stopped going to the laboratory building to practice the piano after finding someone to tune it.

Every time Tong Yu heard the sound of the piano in the studio, he would follow the sound upstairs, instead of going in, he just stood by the door and listened for a long time.Sometimes he will record those favorite piano music with his mobile phone, and use it at night to help him fall asleep.

Song Rou didn't know that there was someone outside the door at first, but at that time every day when he went to the music classroom, there was a long branch of pagoda tree on the roof, with a few clusters of small white flowers hanging on it.

He didn't care when he saw it for the first time, but when he remembered it the next day, he found a narrow-mouthed vase in the music room and filled it with clean water to keep it.

As a result, another branch was erected on the piano on the third day, and he continued to shorten it and put it in the bottle.

After that, I could see a branch of acacia on the piano every day.

The narrow-mouthed vase couldn't fit anymore, and it was a pity to throw away the fresh flowers, so Song Rou had to take one home every day.

Most of the time when the lights in the studio were off, Song Rou had already finished playing the piano and went home. During the day, he went to the third door of the laboratory building, and at night he practiced the piano while doing his homework in the classroom of the art building.

Tong Yu handed in his sketching homework ahead of time, and just happened to meet him when he came out.Song Rou was walking and typing with the mobile phone, the fingers holding the mobile phone gently hooked the thin locust tree branches, and the white flower spikes hung softly in the air.

Seeing the bunch of acacias, Tong Yu pursed his lips and asked him, "Do you like this?"

Song Rou raised her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, looking like a smile that wasn't a smile. "Acacia flower?"

"Like it"

Tong Yu's pure black eyes flickered slightly, and the white flesh on his cheeks tightened and stretched, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

Song Rou lazily turned the phone around in her hand, grabbed Tong Yu's hand with acacia flower and walked forward.

Tong Yu straightened his body instantly.

Song Rou had long hands, wrapped around his hands and held the flower and brushed it back and forth in front of him.

"Do you know what the flower language of Sophora japonica is?"

Tong Yu collected himself and immediately replied: "Of course I know."

Song Rou brushed in front of him twice again, slowly dragging the tune, persuasive and seductive. "Oh? You know?"

Tong Yu said: "Love in deep spring."

It is deep spring love.

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Some little theater in the text:

After Song Rou brought home Sophora japonica flowers for a week, Song Rou's mother, Ms. Xu You, finally couldn't help it: "Why do you steal Sophora japonica flowers outside every day?"

"Sent by someone else"

Song Rou said while putting the branches brought back today into Ms. Xu You's bouquet of carefully arranged flowers.

"Who gave it to you?" Ms. Xu poked her head out from behind the sofa.

"Um……"

Song Rou looked like he didn't want to say more, he grabbed an apple from the coffee table and walked upstairs

"Rou Rou?"

"Sent by the seal."