I took the time to flip through the examples that Ah Lian had sent me.

Ah Lian's style of writing is very good, according to her, this was written in high school, the writing is very stable, and the logic needs to be improved.

With the mentality of giving it a try, I asked her to pick a random subject to write about. Unexpectedly, it was sent to me this afternoon.

"Senior sister, take a look, is this okay?"

The soft white avatar asked cautiously over there.

At the same time, the new group of the "Improper Association" has been blowing up the news, and it is obvious that Z, as the president, is well dispatched in it, and there is also a ruffian friend P who bubbles up from time to time.

According to the plan, there will be a meeting of new members this Friday, and most of the people in the group have never seen anyone, and they join randomly, teasing each other, and they are very hooligans.

I took it upon myself to block the news of the new group. I flipped through it and found that there was no Mr. Yu's avatar inside.

Hey? Did the head of the dormitory forget Mr. Yu?

didn't think about it, and sent an invitation to Mr. Yu to join the group. Concentrate on reading the article written by Ah Pian.

Ah Lian obviously saw my official account and deliberately imitated Mr. Gu's writing style. I have to say that such writing does have the qualifications to sell and boast. However, judging from the article alone, there is a fatal flaw.

The idea is too narrow, the point of view is not supported enough, and the logic is forced.

What's more critical is that it does not conform to the style of the original official account.

Somewhat disappointed.

I unconsciously put my hand against my chin, kept rubbing it, and looked at it again, and I didn't understand. Obviously the style is similar, why does it give me a sense of disobedience?

"You like this, don't deliberately imitate others, write again in your own style."

"Is there something wrong with it?" The white avatar flashed.

"Wait." I quickly opened the photo editor, took a screenshot, zoomed in.

Use a red pen to mark the areas that need to be added to the material and details, and after making the markup, send it back.

"You can just change it according to what I marked."

"Okay." The soft white avatar pops up an "OK" gesture at the end.

I exited the chat interface and clicked on "Improper Association" again.

Mr. Yu still did not join the group.

It stands to reason that after receiving a similar message, the mobile phone will more or less flash or shake to prompt.

According to Mr. Yu's temperament, he will inevitably return when he sees it. Unless......

He didn't see it.

I knew I was bored and touched my nose.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated - it was a call from Shechang Z.

There was silence in the library, so I had no choice but to go outside to the corridor to answer it.

"Is Yu An there with you?" Head Z asked.

Mr. Yu?

"No, what's wrong?" I find it strange.

"He hasn't been back to the dormitory since last night, he hasn't asked for leave, he doesn't know where he went, he helped find it."

No, I only saw Mr. Yu go out of the activity room yesterday, because I left late, and when I went downstairs, I saw Mr. Yu chatting with someone at the corner of the stairs, and the girl opposite him looked very familiar. After a closer look, I realized that it was Wen Han's little sister who played drums in the band.

The two of them seemed to be chatting about something very private, and deliberately kept their voices down, and when they found me, they suddenly paused.

When did Mr. Yu become so familiar with Little Sister Wen Han. Moreover, listening to Mr. Yu's voice just now, it was very hoarse.

And I happened to be down the stairs, looking very embarrassed. Should I go down or not? Let's go down, as if something has been broken, everyone is embarrassed, don't go down, I've already seen it, and then walk away It's a little deliberate, even more embarrassing.

Almost without thinking, I walked down the stairs, at the corner of the stairs, and said hello.

Fortunately, Little Sister Wen Han beckoned to me very warmly, and Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu was not so much that his expression was too unfathomable, but that he had no expression at all. He still called my name in his usual gentle tone.

So, I didn't care.

"Did he leave school?" I asked.

"I don't know. But I think you should know where he is. ”

Speaking of which, the head of the house Z actually hung up! Hung up?

I don't even know how to get out of school, where can I find it? I complained as I put my phone in my pocket.

The ghost sent a place to think of - the osmanthus forest of the school!

The clouds were thick, like the rhythm of rain. However, the rain should not rain for a while, only the wind from the turbulence of the air currents is blowing.

I suspect that Mr. Yu will not be able to come here, however, I do see a familiar figure in a clearing.

"Found it!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and took my phone and sent a message to the head of the house.

"Here on the hillside behind the school."

The head of the house didn't reply to me, I put my phone back in my pocket and walked straight over.

Mr. Yu was at the other end, as if he was tired of sitting, so he simply lay down, his body was submerged in the low grass, he pillowed it behind his head with one hand, and took out a square cardboard box from his pocket with the other hand.

A cigarette is in the mouth.

"You still smoke?"

I was surprised.

Mr. Yu seemed to know that someone would come, listened to the footsteps, looked over, and saw that it was me. Light the cigarette without hurrying.

After taking a deep breath, he squeezed it in his hand and propped his elbow on the grass, letting the soot scatter in the wind.

"Surprised."

This is not an interrogative sentence, it is an affirmative sentence with a flat tone and a gentle tone.

"Sort of." I answered truthfully.

Simply sat down: "They're all looking for you." ”

"I know, don't worry......"

Mr. Yu seemed to be looking at the sky, and seemed to be following the ups and downs of the broken grass, and closed his eyes slightly.

It took him a long time before he sat up.

I looked at him quizzically.

He looked at me and couldn't help but smile: "Go back, you're still smoking second-hand smoke with me." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrapped the cigarette butt, and stuffed it into the cigarette case.

I didn't know what to say for a while, and I couldn't help but talk poorly.

"You're here too!"

Mr. Yu expressed helplessness, bent his knees, and the hand holding the cigarette case was originally on his knees, and then put it down.

Ask me, "Do you want to hear a story?" ”

"Well, I want to hear it." I nodded.

"Really?"

"Really."

Who knows, Mr. Yu glanced at me and chuckled.

"I don't want to talk about it now."

I was stunned......

"It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it."

Everyone has their own privacy, and you can't force others.

Mr. Yu obviously didn't expect me to react in this way, and smiled hehe.

"I'll tell you about it next time I have a chance......

I nodded, and couldn't help but point, "Then you can tell me this, right?" ”

When Mr. Yu saw me pointing to his cigarette case, he simply opened it: "This ......."

"When I was in junior high school, I was taken by gangsters outside the school, but I was forced to quit after two years in the army."

"Today...... For the first time in two years. Mr. Yu raised his hand and simply let me see it clearly.

"Weird, right?"

I shook my head: "Everyone is an adult and has the freedom to choose. ”

At the end, I added sullenly: "However, smoking is really bad for your health." ”

"So." Mr. Yu touched my head and said with a smile, "Stay away from me." ”

"Why?"

"Don't you hate the smell of smoke? And. Mr. Yu was still smiling.

"Hmmm......"

I just wanted to say: If it's not very choking, I can accept it, after all, there are a lot of smokers in my family.

Just when I was seriously stating my stance on smoking, Mr. Yu looked at me, smiled, rode the wind, and said a word.

"What?" I suspect I misheard.

Mr. Yu just smiled, word by word, and blew it away in the wind.

This time, I heard clearly......

"I like you."