Chapter Ninety-Four: If You Don't Get Drunk, You Don't Go Home

After the first evening self-study class of Meixian No. 1 Middle School, a girl wearing a light cyan skirt, short hair and a shawl, looking quite shy, and a beautiful mole in the corner of her eye walked to the back door of the fifth class classroom.

She poked her head out and whispered to Yang Yu, Yang Yu put the I Ching in his hand into the drawer and walked out of the classroom, he looked at the girl in front of him and smiled indifferently: "Beauty, what is the matter with you coming to me!"

The shy girl handed Yang Yu a note and said timidly: "My good friend Song Qing said that I have something to look for you." ”

After speaking, the shy girl turned her head and fled, Yang Yu spread out the note and saw that it was written on the note, I have something to say to you in the playground.

At this time, Liu Neng walked over to Yang Yu from his seat and asked, "Why does Yang Yu have an affair again, I really envy you so much!"

Yang Yu shook his head and walked through the dark night of the campus with his hands in his pockets and walked towards the playground, on the way he couldn't help sighing, he was very reluctant to face Song Qing, but Yang Yu knew that this matter would have to be resolved.

Walking farther and farther away, Yang Yu walked to the playground behind the campus, and he saw Song Qing next to the basketball hoop pinching the corners of his clothes with both hands, biting his lips and looking a little nervous, with a thin figure.

As soon as Song Qing saw Yang Yu coming, she could no longer suppress the feelings in her heart, and quickly ran to Yang Yu and hugged him and said, "I thought you wouldn't come, but I didn't expect you to really come!"

Yang Yu smacked his lips and wanted to push Song Qing away, but when he heard what Song Qing said, I thought you wouldn't come, but when I didn't expect you to really come, there was a throbbing in my heart.

Song Qing hugged Yang Yu and cried involuntarily, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances in her heart, Yang Yu felt Song Qing's hot tears falling on his T-shirt, he felt very uncomfortable, Song Qing snorted and said: "Yang Yu, I can't let go of you in my heart, I really like you." ”

If there is a poison in the world that completely sinks Yang Yu, it is a woman's tears, and at this moment, Yang Yu choked up in his throat and couldn't say anything.

It took a long time for Song Qing to let go of Yang Yu, and she picked up a dreamlike bouquet of purple roses from the basketball hoop in the playground and handed it to him.

Yang Yu didn't pick up the roses handed over by Song Qing, his fingers trembled a little and took out a Zhongnanhai from his pocket, Yang Yu blatantly began to smoke on the school playground, usually he would never do this kind of thing out of the cabinet, but today Yang Yu felt panicked in his heart.

Song Qing kept holding the purple rose and waited for Yu to pick up the rose in his hand, Yang Yu took a puff of cigarette, he coughed violently a few times and said: "Hu Yuxuan is my daughter-in-law, I can't live without her, I don't allow anyone, including me, to hurt her, my heart has no room for others!"

Hearing Yang Yu's words, the rose that Song Qing had been holding fell to the ground instantly, and Song Qing left tears on her face, and she sobbed: "I know, but I still can't let go of you in my heart!"

When Yang Yu heard Song Qing's words, he didn't speak anymore but smoked the cigarette in his hand, and after smoking one cigarette, he picked up another one, Yang Yu felt very uncomfortable, but there were some things he had to do.

After a while, Song Qing snatched the cigarette from Yang Yu's hand and threw it into the dark night, the red cigarette butts flashing scattered in the night.

Song Qing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Yang Yu, I don't care if you like me or not, I will still love you!"

Yang Yu gritted his teeth and lowered his head to pick up the dreamlike purple roses on the ground and threw them into the dark night, he said indifferently: "Song Qing is about to be promoted to the third year, what you have to do now is to study hard, don't do these boring things, besides, it is impossible for the two of us to have results, when you are admitted to a good university and have a good future, you will find your own happiness!"

"The future you said is so far away, I feel so slim, I tried my best to like you, is this the result in exchange, what about a good future, I am rare, I will not be happy, my parents died in a car accident when I was young, since I was a child, my brother worked to let me go to school, no one cares about me, do you know how lonely I am? I gave you a lighter, I gave you flowers are all bought with my brother's living expenses, do you know how many days I saved money! Do you know how painful I feel when I hear your words, you don't know! You can't feel it!" Song Qing said loudly with tears streaming down his face.

Yang Yu walked up to Song Qing and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his hand, and he said with a bitter face: "If you want, you will be my sister in the future, and I will protect you in the future!"

Song Qing pushed Yang Yu away in front of her, and a far-fetched smile rose on the corner of her mouth and said, "I don't need you to give me your feelings, you can go, I won't pester you anymore!"

Yang Yu glanced at Song Qing, who was a little thin, and then looked at the dreamlike purple roses that he threw away in the dark, Yang Yu smiled bitterly at Song Qing and turned his head away, vaguely seeing that every step he took was staggering and heavy, Yang Yu knew that entanglement with Song Qing would only bring her greater pain in the end, and it was better to have a short pain than a long pain.

Yang Yu was in a daze, he didn't know how he walked into the fifth class classroom, he sat on the stool with a stunned expression all the time, Yang Yu felt particularly guilty and uncomfortable at this time, he recalled what Song Qing said and her thin figure had a very sad feeling.

Liu Neng had never seen Yang Yu's expression, and he didn't bother Yang Yu, after the evening self-study, he went to the gate of the fourth class to wait for Hu Yuxuan to come out, and the two walked out of Meixian No. 1 Middle School together.

Along the way, Hu Yuxuan was always worried when she saw Yang Yu, but she opened her mouth to ask Yang Yu, Hu Yuxuan knew that if Yang Yu wanted to say it, he would have told her a long time ago, and Yang Yu sent Hu Yuxuan back to the villa and ran to a small restaurant alone and began to drink.

After opening a bottle of Niulanshan with his teeth and blowing it directly, Yang Yu's face was flushed and he asked the boss to continue drinking, maybe he felt too sorry for Song Qing in his heart, Yang Yu kept drinking and began to get drunk, at this time he felt that it was so painful to hurt a person who was really good to himself, although he thought that this was the best ending for Song Qing.

Yang Yu felt very uncomfortable when he thought of Song Zhan's thin figure, he kept drinking, and in the end the owner of the store didn't dare to let him continue drinking, Yang Yu took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table and left the small restaurant, he still carried half a bottle of Niulanshan when he left.

Yang Yu was drinking and shouting in the street, a big truck suddenly stepped on the accelerator in front of him and braked the car, and the driver wearing a hat poked his head out and said: "You don't have long fucking eyes, do you want to die!"

Watching the big truck reroute and gallop away, Yang Yu suddenly threw the wine bottle in his hand towards the big truck, he laboriously took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for a long time before lighting it and taking a puff.

Yang Yu walked to the dark and empty street, he wiped the beer foam from his mouth, smoked a cigarette, unbuttoned his pants and peed on the side of the road, and then walked away, he could vaguely hear Yang Yu on the empty street muttering and laughing gradually quietly, affectionate but ruthlessly annoyed by the words.