my zepple

GroundcontroltoMajorTom

Ground control calls Colonel Tom

Can you hear me all night long?

can you hear me yelling at you all night

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Tong Yu felt that something was different this time, but he couldn't say exactly what was different.

He hadn't gone to class for two consecutive days. He didn't want to miss class, but when the oil paints and frames he bought arrived, he couldn't help tossing around at home day and night for a few days.

As a result, a few days later, the old man caught him angrily in the school studio.

When the old man spoke, his beard flickered: "Where have you been these few days? Your head teacher said you didn't go to class again."

"I have something to do. I have a busy day."

Tong Yu put down his schoolbag and spoke slowly.

Song Rou chuckled beside her.

Tong Yu turned his head to look at him, his eyelids lazily covering the upper half of his dark eyes, as if a little dissatisfied.

The old man was choked up, and continued to ask: "Did you lose your phone?"

"Your old man (dialect: Dad) said he couldn't get through to you."

Tong Yu suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head to look through the schoolbag at his feet again, and found the phone in a mess of chocolate paper and folded books. He pressed the side button, but the screen was still dark.

"out of battery."

Tong Yu spread his hands, and the phone slipped back into his schoolbag.

He looked up at the old man again, and said softly, "I'm going to the hospital."

At that time, the eyes were so dark that they seemed solid, and they were so dull that they didn't look like they were lying.

The old man had no choice but to let him go, and when he left, he still muttered: "Remember to charge your phone when it's dead, really."

Tong Yu took a pencil from the box to sharpen it, and it happened that Song Rou was also holding a utility knife and standing next to the trash can to sharpen the pencil.

Song Rou moved in, and the two of them faced the wall side by side.

City C has entered late October, and the weather has cooled down.Tong Yu saw Song Rou out of the corner of his eye, he was the only one in the studio wearing short sleeves.

Song Rou had just come off the basketball court at that time, she wore an Owen jersey over black short sleeves, and wore a sweat-absorbing headband on her forehead, and because it was too hot, she combed all her hair up with a rubber band and tied a small braid on the top of her head.At this time, he was sharpening his pen slowly, and he still had hot flashes after exercising.

"You smell like turpentine." Song Rou said suddenly.

Tong Yu was stunned for a moment, and asked him, "Can you smell it?"

He frowned and lowered his head to smell his clothes, "But I obviously took a shower several times."

"My family is in the oil painting business, so I'm familiar with it."

After Song Rou finished cutting a 4B, she lifted it up and blew off the sawdust on it.

"Don't draw for too long at a time, remember to open the windows for ventilation."

He put the blade back in the case and put it next to the trash can.

"That stuff is poisonous."

After a while, Tong Yu also took the sharpened pencil and sat back to his seat. Today, the old man asked them to draw the 2K still life sketch that started two days ago. Several people gathered at the table piled with still life with drawing boards.

The table is covered with layers of silk cloth, corrugated wine glasses, pottery and glazed vases, with fresh roses picked from the flower garden downstairs, and old oil lamps that the old man picked up from nowhere. Strangely shaped big snails.

Tong Yu was digging at the details on the wine glass when the wind blew up.

The window next to it was blown inward, and the sunlight reflected on the glass was thrown into Tong Yu's eyes.

He covered it with his hand to let his eyes get used to it, and when he took it off, he shifted his gaze to Song Rou who was sitting by the window sill.

Song Rou was wiping the dark part of the vase with a paper towel folded into triangles. When she lowered her head, a few strokes of thick curly hair hung around the headband. With white earphones in her ears, she looked very relaxed.

Tong Yu followed the headphone cable to find his mobile phone on the schoolbag, the vinyl record on the music software interface was spinning, Tong Yu blinked before seeing the title of the song passing by.

Tong Yu really felt that he was very busy recently. Apart from tinkering with oil paintings at home, he also went to C University Hospital.Now this doctor was changed after he was diagnosed and turned irritable. After hearing his recent situation, he increased the olanzapine by 2.5 mg without saying a word.

But he doesn't want to eat much.

He gained [-] catties after taking olanzapine for seven months. He was not afraid of getting fat, but his body couldn't stand it.

Appetites tend to come frequently and turbulently. Sometimes he really feels that his belly is getting thinner when he eats, like the wall of a balloon that is constantly blown away and becomes transparent in the tearing.

And his current dose is only 5 mg. He is afraid that if he increases olanzapine, one day his stomach will explode like that, and his intestines and stomach will flow out like nitrogen in a broken balloon.

And he is very happy recently. Apart from not wanting to sleep, oil painting keeps him busy every day.

When Tong Yu said that he was "very busy", he was actually a little proud.Because it meant that he not only got up successfully, but also had something to do.

This state makes him look like a healthy kid, so he doesn't want to break this state.

Song Rou is also very busy recently.

The vocal music teacher at the school would sometimes come to ask him to go out, and he would occasionally miss class, asking Tong Yu to pack up his homework and bring him to the studio, although sometimes the studio would be empty.

In this way, Song Rou's grades can still be among the best.

But Tong Yu didn't think it was strange, he didn't know why, he just felt that what a person like Song Rou did was reasonable.

Tong Yu was the last one to leave the studio that night, and before he left, he saw Song Rou's still life sketch.

The big relationship is black and white, the color levels are perfect, and the in-depth portrayal is exquisite.

When turning off the lights, he thought of the song on Song Rou's phone.

Turns out he liked listening to David Bowie.

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Tong Yu didn't sleep well this time, he had a lot of dreams.

He first dreamed that he became Colonel Tom floating in the universe in David Bowie's song, surrounded by the cold moon, watching the blue earth getting farther and farther away from him, and finally when the earth was about to disappear It became Song Rou's face again.

Then... Then he seemed to dream about a lot of things in his teens.

Only then did he realize that his teens looked very long, the first six years were so monotonous that he could only see the white walls of the hospital, and the next four years were enriched, but in fact it was only one more Song Rou.

He frowned and sat up, turned on his phone, it was six in the morning.

Then he saw a red dot on WeChat, and clicked to find a new friend request: I am Song Rou.

Tong Yu's fingers hovered over the rejection for a while, and finally he clicked through.

As a result, a message was sent as soon as Song Rou passed through.

Song Rou: Good morning.

After only one glance, Tong Yu threw the phone beside the pillow, got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

When Tong Yu arrived at the studio by bus, it was exactly 63:[-] Beijing time, and a G[-] was parked outside the door.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Rou leaned towards him, "Morning."

He was wearing a long black down jacket today, and his black cold hat was pressed softly, and his curly hair hung loosely on both sides.

"You don't go to work?" Tong Yu looked up at him expressionlessly.

"I'm here to talk about the concert."

Song Rou smiled slightly, his eyes had been glued to Tong Yu's body since Tong Yu got off the car, and he was fascinated.

"Don't you have an assistant?"

Tong Yu buried his face in the soft gray scarf, walked into the hall with a sullen head, the temperature dropped off a cliff today, as soon as he went out, he immediately turned around and went home to find a scarf to wrap around it.

Tong Yu walked and Song Rou followed, and several assistant painters greeted him and Tong Yu as they walked through the hall.

"Good morning, Teacher Tong! Good morning, Rou Rou!"

"Ms. Tong is good! Rourou is good! Thank you, Rourou, Su Nalou's cakes are delicious!!!"

Song Rou hardly slept last night, he sat on the sofa in the living room until midnight, and when he lay on the bed, his mind was full of that person.

He went out at four o'clock, and was driving around the third ring road. When he passed by Su Na Building, he happened to see the door open. He got out of the car and bought several boxes.

When he arrived at Tong Yu's studio, he gave a box to each of the girls on the first floor, leaving two boxes for Tong Yu.

He remembered Tong Yu's favorite food.

Going to the door of the studio on the second floor, Tong Yu asked him to wait outside. He still hadn't finished painting, so Song Rou returned to the teahouse very obediently.

When Tong Yu came out of the studio, Song Rou was sitting on the low sofa in the teahouse, with an open laptop on her lap.There is coffee and a plate of cut fruit on the wooden table next to it.

There were even a few packets of chocolates, Tong Yu took a special look at them, it was the package that the studio usually bought.

Tong Yu suddenly felt dizzy when he thought about the girls who were eating and drinking downstairs.

Of course, Song Rou is good enough to them. Su Nalou's pastries are expensive and difficult to buy, and a box can cover half a month's wages for them.

The girls posted screaming emoticons in the WeChat group, because Song Rou also said that she would bring them often.

It's still the same as before, everyone likes Song Rou, Tong Yu thought.

He seems to be nice to everyone and can talk to anyone.He is used to that, because of the family atmosphere since he was a child.He is sexy and gentle, and has a wonderful and rare good appearance, so people often get it wrong and fall into it.

No one knows better than Tong Yu.

nobody.

The pre-chapter lyrics are quoted from lanadelrey's Terrencelovesyou