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Peng Liu said that later Song Rou went to the school archives to find Tong Yu's student status files, and found out the community where Tong Yu lived in City C, and then found his home by asking about the property and residents, but Tong Yu did not go back.

In commercial housing in big cities, neighbors on the same floor are only separated by a thin wall, but they are not familiar with each other.Song Rou knocked on the door one by one to ask, and they were all consistent. They all said that there was only one tall and fat boy living in that household for a long time. After the Spring Festival, he probably went to other places to go to school, and he hadn't seen him back recently.

Song Rou tried to contact Tong Yu's father again through the instructor, but as soon as the other party heard that he was looking for Tong Yu, he immediately hung up the phone, apparently unwilling to talk further.Repeated several times, the other party simply canceled the number.

Tong Yu was like a drop of water falling into the sea, completely without a trace, soundless, as if he had never appeared before.

Other clues were blocked, Song Rou turned around and found Fu Ruibai again.Probably because Tong Yu has too few friends, apart from her, Song Rou really doesn't know who to ask.

Tong Yu left in May, and graduates began to leave school one after another in mid-to-late June.For more than a month, Fu Ruibai avoided seeing Song Rou at school, and he didn't even dare to meet with Peng Liu, for fear that Song Rou would come after him.

Later, she was overwhelmed, and Toppenliu handed Tong Yu's diary to Song Rou, hoping that this would calm him down for a while.

At that time, she was actually carrying seven points of malice.The diary with a black soft leather cover carries Tong Yu's long, unrequited pain in his youth.It can also defeat Song Rou who seems to be aloof in this relationship.

Fu Ruibai thought in disgust, let's be fair.Why can Tong Yu suffer alone?

And that diary did make Song Rou calm down, to be precise, it was depression.

At the end of [-], Song Rou began to make news frequently because of her alcoholism.

Once in the middle of the night, a call from the bar came to Peng Liu's mobile phone, asking him to go find someone. Fu Ruibai quickly put on his clothes and went out with Peng Liu.

That was the first time Fu Ruibai saw Song Rou like that——

He was lying on his back on the bar counter of the private bar, his slender legs dangling in the air, his hands were full of empty wine bottles, his head was leaning against the table and his face was covered by his long hair.

Really drunk.

After calling a few times but getting no response, Peng Liu strode up to brush his hair cursingly, but he was dumbfounded as soon as he brushed it off, the man's face was covered with tears.

With great difficulty, Peng Liu lifted the tall and burly Song Rou from the bar. With her eyes closed, Song Rou staggered to grab the wine bottle on the table.

"Drink, drink, drink, drink for a day without writing a song. Why don't you drink yourself to death." Fu Ruibai took the bottle away first.

In fact, Song Rou was also writing songs at that time, but the thoughts in the lyrics were not very positive, and when she opened her mouth, she said that life is too short to have fun in time.The record company thinks this is very bad, it will damage the children's values, and they won't let him post it.

"He won't come to see me even if I'm drunk to death." Song Rou stretched out her hand to catch something, very annoyed. "He doesn't want me anymore."

Fu Ruibai put the bottle aside, folded her hands on her chest, and asked angrily: "Then why did you ask him to come back to see you? Get drunk every day and get on the hot searches?"

Hearing this, Song Rou seemed to wake up a little for a moment. He squinted his eyes against the yellowish light of the bar, and saw clearly that it was Fu Ruibai who came, and then asked that sentence shamelessly: "Well, where did he go? You ask When will he come back to see me?"

"..."

"do not know."

Fu Ruibai sighed and said, "I really don't know where he is. I assure you, we are not in contact."

Song Rou suddenly looked like a balloon that had been punctured by a pinhole. He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He repeated: "He really doesn't want me anymore."

At that time, Song Rou was on the trending searches almost every week because of drunkenness. The media loved this kind of gossip. They speculated whether it was because the band disbanded and the relationship with the same-sex lover broke up that made Song Rou so disheartened. cold.

Fu Ruibai always laughs when she reads those reports, no one knows better than her that the truth is far from it.

At that time, she watched Tong Yu's matter being clarified with cold eyes, how Song Rou went crazy, and how she became depressed step by step.

She vented her anger on Song Rou, so she didn't try to guess how much guilt and emotion was mixed in it.

But from the moment she appeared in the bar with Peng Liu, she suddenly felt pity.

Because she finally confirmed that Song Rou really loves Tongyu.

When love finally overwhelmed me, you were gone.What could be a more painful torture than this?

In the first half of [-], Song Rou fell ill.

This is not surprising, even being drunk for a few months is a person's health.

Before Peng Liu went to the hospital with the fruit basket, Fu Ruibai hesitated for a moment, then went to the room to get a photo, put it in the fruit basket and let him take it to Song Rou.

That photo was also found in Tong Yu's dorm drawer.It has been a long time since the shooting date, but because of the plastic packaging, the colors are still well preserved.

The picture shows Song Rou and Tong Yu, who were probably still very young at that time, and their facial features are obviously softer than they are now.

Song Rou wore a Miao silver crown on her head and a Miao coat on her body.He naturally took Tong Yu's shoulder with one hand, and smiled at the camera.Tong Yu showed a look of being unwilling to take pictures and being forced by others.

Written in black marker on the back of the photo:

November [-], [-], Fenghuang Ancient City.with him.

It's 'he', not Song Rou.

After watching it, Fu Ruibai felt great grief.She couldn't figure out how Tong Yu loved, how could someone love like this?How much do you like it?I don't dare to write the name of that person so much I like it. A "he", sweet and humble, sums up all my feelings in a few words.

Tong Yu hates taking pictures, Fu Ruibai knows it.When the class organizes activities to take pictures, Tong Yu always stands alone in the corner of the crowd with his head down, never looking up at the camera.Therefore, it is difficult to see the face of Tong Yu in the group photo.

This photo took Tong Yu fairly clearly, so Fu Ruibai kept it well, because it was very precious.

During the epidemic, Song Rou had been ill for a long time and was bedridden.Fu Ruibai gave him this photo.Because she thought that people may need a little spiritual support when they are sick.

But what Fu Ruibai didn't expect was that the effect of that photo was really outstanding.In less than a week, Song Rou was discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, Song Rou never made news because of being drunk.The lyrics have also changed from the previous mourning mode, and most of the tracks have become positive and uplifting.These songs played alone in the wave of blockbuster love songs, which made him win the Teen Choice Award for several years in a row in his 20s, because Song Rou was often pulled out and ridiculed by the media.

But Song Rou was ridiculed not only because of this, he is almost non-stop throughout the year, as a rock singer who is not very mainstream, he loves to go to the Spring Festival Gala, he will go on stage whenever he gets a chance, even if he has a fever and coughs up blood.

Later, although his position in the mainland music scene was already detached enough, there were unscrupulous sour chicken marketing accounts that made jokes that he wanted to become a rock and roll civil servant within the system.

Even Fu Ruibai thought it was an act of confusion, she asked Peng Liu what he was doing, Song Rou was obviously popular enough.

Peng Liu smiled and said casually, who knows, maybe it's because some people like to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

This same confusion extends to endorsements.

Song Rou has relatively little self-exposure on weekdays. He does not accept variety shows, and there are few talk shows that invite him. The basic activities of the year are concentrated in concerts and Spring Festival Gala.

Generally, an entertainer with his status will naturally come to endorse many luxury brands of skin care products and jewelry, but they will be rejected in the hands of Song Rou.He only endorses three products: one is coconut milk, one is chocolate, and the other is hot pot base.

It is said that these three were found by him himself.There is only one requirement, that is, he must participate in the planning of each advertisement.As if they were hit by a fat pie falling from the sky, those merchants all agreed.

Every time Fu Ruibai passed the condiment section when he was shopping in the supermarket, he would quicken his pace and pass by. The famous C City hotpot seasoning company loves to make a one-to-one human figure stand for Song Rou and put it in the supermarket for promotion.Song Rou, a human-shaped sign standing up, smiled, holding a large pile of hot pot bottoms in her hand like a treasure, which made it hard for her to look directly at it.

Although such behavior seems confusing, Fu Ruibai can roughly understand Song Rou's intentions.The brands of coconut milk and chocolate are what Tong Yu usually buys, and the hot pot base of that brand is also a regular stock in every C City person's home.

So in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the year, Song Rou would appear on the packaging of these three products on time to ask about the health and wellness.Soft words, endless.

......

Tong Yu's cell phone on the table vibrated a few times, he just glanced at it and ignored it.He stretched out his hand to scoop up another spoonful of almond tofu, and before it reached his mouth, he dropped it into the plate. The smooth and tender tofu rolled twice before being caught by Tong Yu with the spoon again.

He squeezed the handle of the spoon tightly, and his palms were a little sweaty again.Some said lightly: "I don't eat that chocolate now...and I rarely drink coconut milk."

That chocolate brand is very popular among Chinese people, but it was hard to find it on the supermarket shelves after arriving in Italy. As time passed, Tong Yu found a new substitute.

Italians have espresso in their blood. There is no local market for coconut milk, and it is generally only sold in a few Thai and Chinese supermarkets.And he rarely even leaves school.

Those years of unrestrained overeating made his stomach very fragile, so Tong Mian took care of him. When Tong Yu went there, he never cooked hot pot at home.And Tong Yu himself doesn't even bother to cook instant noodles, let alone buy hot pot ingredients by himself.

As for the Spring Festival Gala.He has not seen the Spring Festival Gala for many years.When I was in C City before, I didn’t have my family to accompany me. The aunt who took care of Tong Yu’s daily life cooked dinner on New Year’s Eve and was busy going home for a reunion.

China has never had a tradition of watching the Spring Festival Gala alone.

It's just that Song Rou watches the Spring Festival Gala with her family every year.He would also watch and type on WeChat, telling Tong Yu what was going on with this year's magic trick, and which singer would fake it at first glance.

So at that time, Tong Yu would move a bench and sit in front of the TV, holding the mobile phone in his hand, watching the Spring Festival Gala seriously, and then carefully replying to every message from Song Rou.

But that's just for the sake of being able to pick up Song Rou's words smoothly.

Fu Ruibai drank several bowls of fried plum tea in a row, thinking that Song Rou had done so much useless work for so many years, she couldn't help but gloated a little.But she also doesn't think the actions are pointless.

Because from Song Rou's point of view, she tried her best but couldn't find Tong Yu, so she could only hope that he could see her.

Song Rou appeared on those gaudy and colorful packaging over and over again, asking over and over again: How are you?do you happy today?Did you have a good meal?Remember to add clothes when it’s cold, and eat more chocolate when you’re in a bad mood.

If Tong Yu is willing, then look forward to his return.If you don't come back, then wish him well and wish him a smooth life.

Looking forward to the illusory, looking forward to the afterlife.

The fried plum tea in the pot had been scooped up, Fu Ruibai was still a little bit unsatisfied, the pot of milk tea next to her was also boiled, and the thick milk fragrance filled the air, but she had no appetite.

"However. If you want to wait for Song Rou to let go, it's probably impossible. It's good that he didn't hang a sleeping bag and sleep in front of your house."

The current Song Rou is like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten in 800 years. When she sees Tong Yu, she can't help but pounce on her and grab her mouth.Fu Ruibai was very sure of this.

She rested her chin lazily and asked, "Have you heard Song Rou's new song? It's very interesting."

Tong Yu opened his mouth and answered, "No."

Then he picked up a frozen crabapple fruit and put it on the plate in front of Fu Ruibai.Remind her: "Don't just talk."

Fu Ruibai pouted, picked up the crabapple fruit and swallowed it in one gulp.This one is also sweet and sour, which she likes very much.

She squinted her eyes and chewed the crabapple fruit, and asked Tong Yu slightly dissatisfied: "Your phone keeps vibrating, who is it?"

Tong Yu brought her another frozen crabapple fruit and put it on the plate.

He said, "It's Song Rou."