my zepple

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A few days later, Tong Yu finally went to the classroom to attend class, because he had to prevent the teacher from calling the parents.

He has only one father, and that father now has his own family.

However, Tong Yu is now in a good mood. When walking on the road, he will greet elementary school students wearing red scarves on the road, and share the peach and plum bread bought at the breakfast shop with stray dogs.

Even on the way to school, he is still very happy.

A few days ago, when he called the teacher to say that he had a high fever and could not go to school, he had a rare interest in playing a prank. He deliberately lowered his voice, and the airflow he exhaled scratched his vocal cords. It really sounded like a person with a serious illness people with colds.

This is Tong Yu's rare bad taste, to be precise, it is his irritability limit.

Every second in the manic period is speeding up, Tong Yu is sitting in the classroom where the sound of needles can be heard, he can't even hear his vigorous heartbeat.

The titles that were usually jerky and difficult to read became clear, and every word that was not in a sentence became coherent.He even trembled with excitement during the math test. He took a deep breath and calculated on the paper with trembling hands. Countless information was processed and concatenated in his mind at the speed of light, and then calculated into spiral paths leading to simple and inevitable s answer.

But not in English class.

Because Tong Yu hated that English teacher, the last two consecutive English classes in the afternoon made him very dissatisfied.In order not to hear the annoying English teacher, he plugged his noise-cancelling beans and listened to heavy music for two full classes.

Immersed in the music, Tong Yu completely forgets himself. He lowers his head, his sneakers step on the beam of the chair, his arms hang down from between his open legs, and his whole body shakes gently with the sound of drums and bass, like an aquarium A seal circling with a bouquet in it.

As a result, he shook Song Rou's super large bottle of Pepsi to the ground.

Just took a sip of the iced cola, Song Rou was busy taking notes, and casually put the cola on the corner of the table, before the bottle could be covered.

Tong Yu's head swayed against the edge of the table, most of the unfinished bottle of Coca-Cola fell on his head, and the brown liquid floated under the table with continuously reacting foam.

At that time, a song just finished, and Tong Yu heard a bang through the earphones. He hurriedly took off the earphones and looked up, looking around in a state of complete disorientation: "What's missing?"

Song Rou was a little speechless. He glanced at the deskmate next to him who had closed his eyes and shook his eyes for two classes. With two fingers, he picked up the bottle on the ground and threw it into the trash can behind him. Then he took a few tissues from the desk. Squat down and clear the Coke.

Tong Yu took off his earphones and silently found a pack of tissues from the hole in the table and knelt down to help.

"I'm sorry..."

Tong Yu spread a stack of paper towels down towards the pool of Coke, and the brown water stains soaked out immediately.

There are still so many Cokes on the ground, so I will be scolded again, will I be scolded?Tong Yu thought anxiously.

"fine."

The coke on the ground was almost sucked, Song Rou tilted her head and tucked a few bundles of loose curly hair back into the rubber band.

"A reform-through-labour prisoner of love?"

"Ah?... That's right." Tong Yu was taken aback for a moment, "How do you know?"

Song Rou gathered the soaked tissue into a ball, stood up lazily with her knees propped up, and tapped her right ear bone.

"The teacher heard it all."

"My earphones are so loud?" Tong Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Just now I saw him shaking his legs."

"..."

After throwing the ball of paper, Song Rou went straight to the toilet.When I came back, I was about to have dinner with my mobile phone in my pocket, when I saw a girl standing at the door of their class with a huge cake box looking around.

A doll is tied on the cake box with a pink ribbon.

"Here is the cake for you. My mother said that this year's cake will be bigger. She asked me to bring it to school so that you can invite your friends to eat it together."

Seeing Song Rou, the girl stuffed the box into his arms without saying a word.

"We are recording the open class of Liantang this afternoon. After school, I have time to come to the second floor of the high school for you. I slipped away."

She was about to run as soon as she finished speaking, and when she rushed to the corner, she remembered that she still had nothing to say, and turned her head, ignoring the crowd of people around, and hurriedly wrapped a heart with her thin arms.

"Happy birthday! Rou~rou~"

Then the surrounding students started booing——

"Oh, is this a birthday cake you made yourself?"

"It's the sophomore Cheng Sisi, she's so cute, really cute!"

"Ya'er (dialect: My God/Isn't it) so intimate."

"Song Rou, did you transfer to another school to play tricks on your friends?"

"Get out." Song Rou smiled and cursed at them, then turned around and entered the classroom with a huge cake box.

Cheng Sisi is one year younger than Song Rou. Her mother is a famous pastry chef, and she has been close friends with Song Rou's mother, Ms. Xu, for many years.

Ever since Song Rou could remember, every year on his birthday, Cheng Sisi's mother would personally make a cake for him. According to the usual practice in previous years, the size of the cake had to be bigger every year.

When Song Rou sat back to her seat, everyone had gone to dinner, the classroom was scattered and there were very few people left, and Tong Yu was drawing portraits on the desk with colored pencils.

"Sakura Ryu's EP cover?"

Song Rou tilted her head and looked at it for a long time before reaching a conclusion.

"You still know about Sakura?"

"Pick up the score of Yingliu."

"Oh."

Tong Yu nodded.

He finished drawing the tree and bridge behind with a few strokes, and turned around to see the cake box in Song Rou's hand.

"Is it your birthday today?"

"Ah."

Song Rou removed the pink ribbon on the box to take off the doll, opened the lid of the box and saw the expected weight, then closed her eyes numbly.

Then Song Rou asked Tong Yu: "Do you want to eat something?"

"Do you like her song?" After a while Tong Yu raised the piece of paper in his hand and said.

"Ok?"

Song Rou was cutting the cake with the knife in the box, but she didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly.

"Utada Hikaru? I like it."

Then Song Rou saw that Tong Yu seemed relieved, he handed the piece of paper he just drew to Song Rou, his eyes brightened.

"Then take this as my birthday present to you first."

In fact, Tong Yu has never eaten someone else's birthday cake.

But he didn't know why, that day he suddenly wanted to eat the cake in Song Rou's box with a fat tiger lying on it, so he thought about it seriously, and decided that he should exchange it with something.

Song Rou raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and reached out to take the drawing paper. The cover of Yingliu's EP was a hand-painted portrait of a singer. Tong Yu simply copied it with a pencil, and the scene behind was sketched out.

In addition, he also noticed a scribbled chorus lyrics on the bottom of the drawing paper:

Everybody finds love in the end

Neither he nor Tong Yu had watched that anime at the time, and Song Rou only thought it was an ordinary good wish: everyone finally found love.

Until one day many years later, due to the sudden outbreak of the epidemic, Song Rou live broadcasted a family concert to fans at home.

During the performance, he improvised that piece in front of the piano.

After the end, Song Rou saw many fans' comments on Weibo, and everyone mentioned the lyrics and the sad story in the anime in unison.

At that time, Song Rou thought sadly: Maybe at the beginning of the story, fate had already placed the final ending in front of him and Tong Yu.

Everybody finds love in the end.

Everyone senses love, it's just too late.

The translation of the lyrics was not done by me, it was inspired by the Netease cloud comment section of the song Yingliu.