Time passed day by day.

The weather has not changed at all, and it has maintained a continuous high temperature.

Except for the evening hours, people spend most of their time sane and tend to stay in their rooms.

At night, when the temperature drops a little and it is a little cooler, you will go out for a walk, and the rich night life is just beginning.

Han Feiyu hadn't gone out for several days.

I've been staying in my room, and although I'm a little bored, I don't have the slightest idea of going outside.

However, Song Yichen was completely different, obviously going crazy in the room.

The game has been played to the point of vomiting, but I can only continue to play.

I can only wait slowly for the injury on my leg to heal, and pray in my heart day by day.

Maybe the happiest thing in the day was eating and arguing with Han Feiyu.

One of the two deliberately did not want to stay away from the outside world, while the other was forced to do so.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, Song Yichen can already feel that the leg in his hand is improving day by day, and I believe that he will be able to walk on two legs again in a few days.

Woo woo, it's too hard.

Song Yichen quietly wiped a handful of bitter tears while playing the game.

Han Feiyu still likes to hide himself in the room alone, as usual.

Sometimes I don't even get out of the room for hours.

No one knew what he was doing in the room.

But every time I walked out of the room, I was tired. I also sighed a few times from time to time.

At that time, Song Yichen just sat on the sofa from a distance and sneaked a few glances.

What I was thinking about in my head was some pictures that were inappropriate for children.

After all, Han Feiyu is not young, but he still doesn't have a girlfriend.

At least on the surface, she had never heard of it, so it was not clear to her.

Isn't that the tendency......

Hey, hey, hey.

Song Yichen held his mobile phone and laughed out loud at the same time.

Han Feiyu took out a can of Fat House Happy Water from the refrigerator and returned to the room.

With a "snap", the pull tab was pulled off.

He took a big sip, enjoying the sensation of the cold bubbles bursting in his mouth.

Take out your phone and click on a kobold head in the messaging app.

Edit a message sent in the past.

"Good son, what are you doing?"

It didn't take long for the phone to buzz.

Han Feiyu lowered his head, and sure enough, he was worthy of being his father's good son, and he replied to the message so quickly.

"Busy ......"

Just two simple words.

"Are you eating peaches?

Han Feiyu was instantly excited.

The guy he's chatting with is one of the better roommates at the university, and he hasn't seen him for two years.

Even so, he has never cut off contact, and often chats and brags on his mobile phone.

But it's rare to see him say he's busy, is there really anything serious that can't be done?

The other party seemed to be really busy, and even the next message was replied after a few minutes.

"I'm making man. ”

Han Feiyu rolled his eyes and subconsciously looked at the bright sunshine outside the window.

Good guys, start working hard in broad daylight.

I think it will be rewarding.

Hopefully, the color of the harvest will be golden, not green.

Seeing the other party's reply like this, Han Feiyu would not be bored and continue to chat.

"Good son, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, pay attention to safety. ”

“......”

After Han Feiyu finished sending the message, the other side only replied with a string of ellipses, and there was no follow-up message.

He pulled out his chair and sat down in front of the computer.

The display screen is still stuck in the bright red word failure.

Han Feiyu took a deep breath.

Why, labor and management still don't believe that they can't get a small platinum rank!

Angrily patted the keyboard and continued to embark on a lonely gaming journey.

A few hours later.

Han Feiyu opened the list of achievements with a solemn face.

Bright red.

When the breath doesn't come out, press the shutdown button directly.

No, if you continue to play, your lungs will be fried.

Han Feiyu leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette.

Take a deep breath hard, and all the unhappiness and resentment that have accumulated in your chest are vented. Only then did it gradually calm down.

But it hasn't been quiet for long.

In the next room, Song Yichen's voice came extremely clearly.

Han Feiyu narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.

It was Song Yichen singing in the room.

He hadn't heard of any songs he sang, but it sounded pretty good.

Especially Song Yichen's voice, I have to say, it is really durable.

Han Feiyu listened patiently for a while, then pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

In the room separated by a wall, the door was not closed, and Song Yichen was wearing headphones and singing to his mobile phone with a smile.

Han Feiyu leaned on the door frame.

By the time Song Yichen realized it, it was already too late.

"What are you doing, get out of here!"

Song Yichen hung one leg in the air, jumped to Han Feiyu's side like a rabbit, and pushed him out with a red face.

"Keep singing, it's pretty good, I really don't lie to you!"

Han Feiyu was almost pushed to the ground by her, staggered and pushed back a few steps, and only after standing firm did he find that the door had been closed.

"Get out of here! Hurry up, get out of the way!"

Song Yichen's annoyed voice came from the room.

Han Feiyu pursed his lips and didn't care.

It's rare to see her like this.

I knew that I had secretly taken a picture with my mobile phone just now, and now it's over, maybe I won't encounter such an opportunity again.

Miscalculation and miscalculation.

Han Feiyu stood in the living room with a regretful face, and after thinking about it, he knocked on Song Yichen's room door cheaply.

"I want to order a cold drink, would you like one too?"

A moment later, Song Yichen's voice sounded again.

"A cup of bubble tea!"

It sounds full of energy and excitement.

Sure enough, it's a foodie.

Han Feiyu couldn't help but complain secretly.

While thinking like this, he took out his phone and started placing an order.

Half an hour later.

Han Feiyu came to the door of her room with a large cup of bubble tea.

Not long after knocking on the door, a crack appeared in the door of the room. A snow-white arm stretched out from within.

Song Yichen's delicate little face hid behind the door, and the whole person looked suspicious.

“？？？”

Song Yichen's eyes lit up and he wanted to reach out to take the bubble tea, but he didn't expect Han Feiyu to step back very decisively.

"Say thank you first, or not!"

Han Feiyu tilted his head and proudly used this as a threat.

"Thank you, old man!

Song Yichen's performance was a little unexpected, and although he was unwilling, he did not hesitate to say.

Han Feiyu was barely satisfied with her reaction.

Only then did he hand her the milk tea.

Song Yichen took it quickly, and then closed the door without thinking.

"Han dog!"

"Hee-hee-hee!"

Han Feiyu's eyes widened, and he was speechless.

Going around and around, he ended up being a poor dog.

What's going on?

Turning around, Han Feiyu found that the "flower arm" was appearing at some point, holding a round little head melon and staring curiously at the lemon juice in his hand.

"What do you see, I can't clean it up, I can't clean you up?"

Han Feiyu was worried and had nowhere to spill, so he took the initiative to send it to the door.

Xiao Huajian tilted his head and looked at Han Feiyu with ill intentions on his face in confusion, not realizing that he was already in deep danger.

"Come here, you!"

Han Feiyu squatted down and quickly reached out his hand, and his flower arm instantly felt that something was wrong and wanted to run away at the first time, but it still ended in failure.

The soft body was pressed to the ground by Han Feiyu, and he didn't give up struggling to turn his head, kept kicking his two hind legs, opened his small mouth with slender beards on both sides, and bit Han Feiyu's fingers.

It's a long life, and the shovelers are going to rebel!

Come and escort!

Meow meow meow ~ "Hey, hey, hey. ”

With a wicked smile, Han Feiyu scooped it up from the ground.

Good fellow, it's not light at all, but it's really heavy.

With only one hand, he almost rolled over.

Han Feiyu hugged the flower arm with his free hand and leaned comfortably on the sofa.

Start the long-lost cat career.

He found that Hua Arm had recently shown signs of being a traitor, and he spent more and more time with Song Yichen.

This damn woman!

Not only did he occupy his own house and not leave, but he also wanted to occupy his little baby flower arm.

Han Feiyu grabbed a small jiojio of the flower arm.

After taking a sip of lemonade, I only felt a sour feeling in the coolness.

Cutting nails for flower arms, a job that was originally exclusive to him, was also given by Song Yichen to Yue Yi.

Ay!

In the end, it all turned into a deep sigh.

The flower arm in his arms settled down and looked at Han Feiyu with the eyes of an idiot.

It's just that in his eyes, the flower arm is just selling cuteness......

When you are bored, you pet the cat, but the more you pet the cat, the more boring you feel.

Han Feiyu finally let go of the poor little flower arm and put it back on the ground.

Hua Arm shook the hair on his body, meowed a few times, and then walked towards the "dormitory" with small steps.

There wasn't even any nostalgia, and he left without looking back.

Han Feiyu glanced out the window.

Faintly, the originally clear sky seemed to start to be a little gloomy, and the whole world under the sky also dimmed.

Is it going to rain?

Han Feiyu thought subconsciously.

Flower Arm had returned to the cat's nest, curled up in a ball and refused to move any more.

Han Feiyu smiled and returned to his room, and suddenly saw something placed in the corner of his eye.

A guitar in a black canvas bag.

The top zipper was already covered with dust.

Han Feiyu stepped forward in a hurry, didn't care about the dust on his hands, opened the canvas bag, and took out the wooden guitar that still looked brand new inside.

Walked to the side of the bed and lowered his head and rubbed it gently, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

It's just a very ordinary guitar, and it's not that expensive.

But for him, it has extraordinary significance.

To this day, Han Feiyu still recalls that time two years ago.

Same July.

The same sunny day turns into a rainy day.

The dim sun shone on the garbage-strewn and cluttered dormitory.

Only one person was left sitting on the bed in the lower bunk, silently smoking a cigarette.

The guy who slept on the top bunk gave him the guitar before leaving.

He accepted with a smile.

Han Feiyu took a deep breath, and after a simple tuning, he used his fingers to wave the guitar strings without hurrying or slow.

The long-lost but familiar voice seemed to reappear in my ears.

Han Feiyu smiled freely and hummed softly.

"Dreams are always out of reach,

Should I give up?

It's another season for flowers to bloom and fall,

Where are you, spring?

Youth is like a rushing river,

If you don't come back, it's too late to say goodbye

......”

The guitar stops abruptly.

“？？？”

"Go on, why did you stop?"

The elusive Song Yichen stood at the door and looked at Han Feiyu with big eyes and cuteness, with a very puzzled expression.

Han Feiyu reluctantly put down his guitar, stood up without thinking, and walked quickly towards her.

Song Yichen saw that the situation was not good, and dared to retreat quickly.

"Why did you stop? Don't you have an abc count in mind?"

"Put the phone down for me, Song Yichen!"

"Hehe, if you dare to chase me again, we'll see you in the circle of friends." ”

"You dare!"

"Why don't you dare, you're a Korean dog, you can't see that you really look like a person when you play the guitar!"

“......”