my zepple

I remember when your head caught flame

Remember the summer when your hair caught fire

It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain

Flame kisses the scalp and passes over your head

Wellyoulaughed, babyitsokayItsbuzzcutseasonanyway

You smiled and said, nothing.Anyway, it's the season for short hair

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Many years later, Tong Yu still remembered that taste.

The mousse cake is delicious but not greasy. In addition to the chubby tiger, the chocolate mousse on the surface is sprinkled with waffle crumbs, and the velvet cake layer, biscuit layer and berry layer are interlaced underneath.

Song Rou didn't like to eat these, and in the past, they shared them with neighbors and friends.And Tong Yu happens to be a heavy sweet tooth lover, so even though Tong Yu thinks it is inappropriate to eat too many other people's birthday cakes, under Song Rou's encouraging eyes, he still eats most of the cake unknowingly.

Tong Yu felt sorry when he put down the fork, even though he was not full yet and there was still a circle of black stuff on his mouth, he immediately proposed to ask Song Rou to go out to a restaurant for dinner tomorrow.

Song Rou wanted to laugh, but she still readily agreed to his solemn invitation.

After eating, they went to the convenience store to buy a glass of Slurpee each, and the two of them walked to the art building while drinking.

There are many small radio speakers disguised as stones in the flower gardens and roads of the school. The campus radio of No. [-] Middle School not only plays some Richard Manjanis during dinner time, but also occasionally plays one or two pieces of popular music.

At that time, the movie The Great Gatsby was being released all over the world, and the episode young and beautiful became an eternal classic.

The evening wind blows the warm laurel breath towards people's faces, and it becomes sweeter and greasy in the impetuousness that is still accumulated in the high temperature in early October in C City.

Song Rou squinted her eyes and took a big mouthful of the mixture of Coke and smoothie, and kicked the ugly stone at her feet.

As a result, the next day Tong Yu really invited Song Rou to a restaurant outside the school, and they randomly turned into a small shop that had been open for a long time outside the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

The owner of the store is an elderly couple. The storefront is very small. The two of them sat at the door. The wooden table was short and the stools were short and long.

Song Rou is tall, and the appearance of sitting on the bench with her chin propped up is a bit funny, but he doesn't care much about it.

"Come and drink tea, it's Laoyin tea!"

The old lady in the shop happily brought a tea tray from inside with melodious and interesting tunes, and there were two cups of brown tea on the tray.

Song Rou stood up with her back hooked when she saw it, and helped serve tea.

The old lady looked up and saw Song Rou's eyes lit up, "Ah! Such a good and tall sister!"

"Generally, it's only 186."

When Song Rou said this, she was lazily, and her slender fingers took two cups of tea from the plate and placed them firmly on the table.

"Hey! It turned out to be a young man who is talking." The old lady looked intently at the sound.

She continued to boast: "The young man looks so good!"

"Thank you, mother-in-law." Song Rou smiled and sat back with her back hooked.

Tong Yu raised his head and took a look, his dark eyes flickered slightly.Then he looked down at the gray puppy squatting under the table to hide from the shade, spitting out a pink tongue like a fat peach to dissipate heat.

"Drink more Laoyin tea, it's hot, it's going to reduce the fire!"

After finishing speaking, the old lady put the tea tray back with a smile, and walked briskly back to the kitchen.

Tong Yu raised his head and gulped down half of the tea, carefully holding the plastic cup and putting the remaining half cup of brown water at his feet.

After a while, the tomato cold rice noodles and marinated artichokes ordered by the two came.

Tomato Cold Rice Noodles are boiled rice noodles and then soaked in cold spring water, the taste is smooth and tender, the tomato sand is dense and refreshing, and a spoonful of chili oil on the table is also poured.

Song Rou took a bite and thought she was astonished. He never imagined that there could be such delicacies in the humble shop at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School.

Tong Yu is even more obsessed.It was also the first time for him to come to this store, and after he murmured a little, Song Rou saw that his jet-black eyes were lit up.

But the later development is a bit out of control——

Song Rou stared dumbfounded at the man in front of him killing ten plates of cold rice noodles with tomato, and stopped him in time just as he was about to ask for plate No.11.

After coming out of the small shop, Tong Yu was stunned, and when he reached the gate of No. [-] Middle School, he stopped still.

"I want to go home", Tong Yu slowly turned his back, looking very overwhelmed.

Song Rou stretched out her hand to support him, and asked him, "Are you going to the hospital?"

"Do not……"

Tong Yu was sweating on his forehead, he gritted his teeth, and his expression was not very good-looking.

"I'll go home and rest for a while."

It was still time to go back to school after dinner, and there was some noise around.Song Rou actually wanted to laugh, but she still leaned back and lowered her head, and asked closely, "Do you need me to take you home?"

Tong Yu looked up and saw Song Rou's profile.His skin is fair, his eyebrows are lowered, his eyelashes extend downward, facing the fading sunset, the reflection on his tall nose looks like the lush down feathers of a butterfly.

But Tong Yu felt that he was laughing.

Tong Yu looked at him with dark eyes, the shiny flesh on both sides of his face moved, and numbly squeezed out two words: "No need."

But Song Rou only laughed out loud after he left, he felt that his deskmate was not as unreasonable as others said.

After eating someone else's cake, insist on inviting others to eat, leave half a glass of water for the puppy hiding in the shade, get greedy and eat more because the food is delicious, and feel awkward after eating too much because of embarrassment.

Maybe he was misunderstood just because of his sensitive personality, Song Rou thought in his heart.

What surprised Song Rou was the math test paper that was handed out a few days later.

A score of 100 in liberal arts and mathematics in the second year of high school may not be a big deal, but it is nothing to a person who sleeps in class and is distracted, and even has never taken out a book.

What is even more unbelievable is that Tong Yu's big questions are a mess, and this time he can choose all the multiple-choice questions that are not low in difficulty.

Song Rou asked him, but Tong Yu said as it should: "The correct answers are clearly written in the options of the multiple-choice question, why did you choose the wrong one?"

Song Rou felt that it seemed to be the same reason.

But Song Rou was not the only one who admired her.

Tong Yu also saw Song Rou's math test paper. This new deskmate made up homework in class, listened to songs in self-study class to make up sketching homework, and had to go to the studio to draw at night.In this way, he still got 147 in mathematics. If this score is used to compete with the liberal arts experimental class next door, it may be hard to find an opponent.

But Tong Yu himself doesn’t really care about his grades. The test papers he passed were stuffed in his schoolbag after they were handed out, and after a while they were all wrinkled into rotten leaves. When he remembered, he cleaned up his schoolbag and dumped them in the trash bucket.

But he was also in a very good mood, and this score was enough for him to escape from the math teacher.

Taking advantage of the time of the self-study class, the math teacher began to comment on the test papers.Tong Yu anxiously took out a picture album to read, which he borrowed from Song Rou this morning: the new edition of Turner's commemorative picture album just released by the British National Gallery this year.

"Do you like drawing very much?"

Song Rou was doing the sketching homework while listening to the class, and put the test paper aside with a corner of the book.

Tong Yu stroked the coated paper of the album in his hand with two fingers, a little hesitant.

Do you like it?After all, this was the only thing he was interested in and persisted in, even if it was only half a year.

"Ah."

That should be someone who likes to draw - Tong Yu made a conclusion in his heart.

"Recently, I like to look at oil paintings. There are many colors. They are very beautiful." Tong Yu said while turning to the next page of the album.

Song Rou began to take the pencil and start to shape, drawing and drawing: "Oil painting has the most colors, and the picture will not turn gray like gouache after the paint dries."

"The shape is good, and the color sensitivity is high. You can try it."

Tong Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, Song Rou spoke while hooking the outline with the center forward.

Tong Yu asked him, "What do you mean?"

"Song Rou, stand up and tell me what you did for the second question?"

The teacher who was speaking on the podium suddenly became angry.

Song Rou stretched out her hand to turn the paper to the big question side, and turned her head to look directly at Tong Yu's dark eyes, but at this moment they seemed to be a little brighter for some reason.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "I said you have talent, do you understand?"

After speaking, he slowly stood up holding the paper.

Tong Yu didn't look away immediately, his expression remained unchanged, and his eyes seemed to move again.

After Song Rou finished speaking and sat down, Tong Yu had already turned around and continued flipping through the picture album. After a while, Song Rou used the side edge of the pencil to continue tracing the internal details, only to hear the person next to him mutter: "Of course."

Song Rou wanted to laugh again, this fat man is really cute, he thought to himself.

This self-study is the last class in the afternoon.When Song Rou completed the three sketches, get out of class was over. He pinched his brows and stood up, ready to leave. When he turned his head, he saw Tong Yu was still holding the album, staring down at the page without moving.

Tong Yu reached out and touched the painting in front of him, feeling a little depressed.He asked Song Rou: "What is this painting about?"

Song Rou looked down at the album in Tong Yu's hand, and that page was "The Farewell of Heiluo and Leander".

There is a yellowish crescent moon hidden in the gray-blue sky with waves and clouds, followed by the jagged buildings and the turbulent darkness in the waves.The smog and the pervasive water vapor are trapped in a confused and dreamy white.The two figures were hidden in the white mist.

"This painting is called The Parting of Hero and Leander."

Song Rou paused, glanced at Tong Yu, and continued: "An ancient Greek love story."

"Hero is Aphrodite's priest. Leander is a young man from Asia who swims across the Dardanelles every night to meet Hero."

"Heluo used a torch to guide Leander every night. One night the torch was blown out by a storm, and Leander was drowned because he got lost. Heluo was heartbroken and jumped into the sea."

"So this painting, these swirls and mists, presumably foreshadows this tragedy."

Song Rou looked at the figure in the mist and flicked her eyelashes. She didn't close her eyes, but her eyelashes fluttered.

Tong Yu reached out to touch the two figures again, and said, "I can't breathe looking at these white whirlpools."

"It really is little Van Gogh." Song Rou raised her eyebrows.

"Why do you call me that too?"

Tong Yu immediately frowned, looking a little angry.

"Because I'm a lunatic too?"

"Because you are also a great painter."

Song Rou looked at his black eyes, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks was a little bulging, and felt that he looked like a seal cub that was all black.

"Van Gogh is not a lunatic, it's all hearsay." Song Rou said and wanted to pinch the seal's face.

"But he cut off his own ear."

Tong Yu's brows relaxed, and his dull eyes didn't seem to move, which made him look very calm, but he was stubborn when he asked.

"Maybe he just likes to be quiet."

The Parting of Hero and Leander, JMW Turner, 1837

Opening lyrics quote from Lorde's BuzzcutSeason

Because I like to listen to songs when I type, so I will occasionally release very sticky lyrics.The song is updated in the NetEase cloud song list lily4115