my zepple

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At 5 o'clock in the morning on May 11th, Beijing time, Song Rou and Aurora's other three members landed safely at Beijing Capital Airport.

It was seven o'clock in the morning when Tong Yu saw Song Rou. Peng Liu and Song Rou appeared at the door of Fu Ruibai's house together.

Seeing Song Rou, Fu Ruibai immediately slapped Peng Liu's shoulder, opened his mouth and cursed: "Who told you to bring him here?"

Peng Liu grinned with pain on one shoulder, grabbed Fu Ruibai's hand, and howled repeatedly: "It hurts, hurts, take it easy, ancestor!"

Song Rou folded her hands and leaned aside to watch calmly.

Today, he wears a high ball head that sticks to the scalp, which makes the outline of the whole face more clear, and the lines of the jawbone and neck are smooth and beautiful.

It's just that his face when he entered the door was as black as his short sleeves.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Where's Tong Yu?"

Fu Ruibai looked at him even more angrily, and spoke in a very aggressive tone: "None of your business? Who are you?"

Song Rou kept silent with a dark face, and Fu Ruibai was also at the door trying not to let him in.

It's just that Tong Yu came out of the room at that time, and he asked the door in a low voice if Song Rou had come.

Fu Ruibai had no choice but to grit her teeth and let Song Rou in. Peng Liu sighed, gently embraced her, and closed the door with one hand.

The weather in mid-May was already hot enough. During those few days, the whole country was under high temperature warning. Even in Beijing, where the latitude is [-] degrees north, few people would wear long sleeves.

And Tong Yu is not only wearing a long-sleeved sweater, but it can be seen that there is another piece of clothing inside.

Song Rou asked him lightly: "Isn't it hot?"

After hearing this, Tong Yu slowly took off his pajamas, his arms were exposed from the sleeves, and there were fresh cut marks all over the skin that could not be covered by the short sleeves.

The speed of his blood clotting is really too slow, even at this moment, the wound will bleed as long as it is slightly touched.

Although she was mentally prepared, Song Rou couldn't help but feel depressed until she saw it with her own eyes. His voice was very deep: "Why are you..."

What is he trying to say?Why are you still hurting yourself?Why do things I don't like?Thinking of this, Tong Yu suddenly smiled.

Song Rou's face also sank.

His voice also became a little cold, like a thick cumulonimbus cloud, and he asked, "Why do you only do this?"

The corners of Tong Yu's raised lips relaxed again.

"If you don't know how to solve it, can you escape by scratching yourself with a knife?"

Song Rou lowered her head to look at his face, her eyes were disappointed and tender, and he asked, "What's so good about that photographer's photo?"

So good that you don't care about your own feathers, so good that you have to copy them with such talent?

Tong Yu was stunned, watching his beautiful lips open and close.It seemed that he understood a series of questions from him, but it seemed that he didn't understand anything.

That's right, he thought, so what if Song Rou is back.You are already notorious, and no one wants to believe you.

But Tong Yu still wanted to explain incoherently: "I've already told you... I didn't copy it... Really didn't..."

"That photo was given to me by Ah Zuo, he asked me...to follow that painting..."

He didn't really finish the sentence, because Song Rou's eyes looked really disappointed, which made him feel very uneasy.

Song Rou shook her head. He said, "You can't paint without the photographer's authorization. You can't understand this truth."

After hearing this, Tong Yu burst into tears again, the warm liquid was about to fall out of his eye sockets.

He opened his mouth like a fish on the shore to breathe, but the sound of choking in his throat was too loud, so loud that he felt embarrassed in front of Song Rou.

He stepped forward and grabbed Song Rou's clothes, his hands shaking unbearably.

He wanted to tell Song Rou that what I drew was a group photo.What Ah Zuo gave me was not the photo of the photographer at all. They were so bad that they went to that place to take an identical photo for me, and let me choose that one among a bunch of photos.

But he couldn't explain the group photo that disappeared on the easel, nor why he chose that photo.

He's so stupid, isn't he? Who would believe that he just chose the questionable one in that pile of photos.

He lowered his head to look at his arm again, some of the freshly healed wounds were opened again, and the blood flowed down the pale and bloated arm, dripped onto the floor, and rubbed onto Song Rou's clothes.

He wiped Song Rou's clothes with his hands, the fresh blood soaked quickly on the black cotton, leaving a brown mark.

His heart hurts so much... He also dirty Song Rou.

Then he thought, let’s not talk about it, forget it.

When Song Rou left, Tong Yu looked out the window, and he didn't cry anymore.

People always have something they can't get, forget it.