I feel more and more that Mr. Yu is like a prodigal son in a lonely city.

This matter has to start with the month when I remember joining the new class-

During that time, the class leader organized the class to shoot videos in a hurry.

The school in October is still hot and perverted. Especially the rooftop of the teaching building - the venue is empty and flat! Unobstructed! Feel the passion of the great sun god in all directions!

"Well, it's a great weather for video." The squad leader touched his chin and made a decision immediately - after class, we will go to the rooftop to shoot a video!

No matter how reluctant the duck is, it will be put on the shelf.

Everyone muttered and went up to the rooftop, their sweaty faces falling under the sun, and there was a lot of commotion.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any action, so I simply squatted down and looked around with my eyes, and I casually caught a glimpse of such a person.

With his back against the wall, he half-bowed his head, quietly holding his mobile phone and playing games. And overhead, there is a rooftop extension that strictly blocks the sun.

There was a slight narrow wind under the eaves, as if it was blowing something, but it was true that nothing had moved.

He was so quiet, I couldn't help but take a few more looks, and took advantage of the squad leader's unfinished scheduling, and secretly ran to the eaves to hide from the sun, and by the way, I had a hard chat with the person who had just played the game.

This person is the later Mr. Yu.

I learned by chance that Mr. Yu could play the guitar.

In particular, I was surprised when Mr. Yu was alone with his guitar at night and playing and singing by himself in the empty classroom.

"You're playing here every night?" I couldn't be more curious.

"Not necessarily, sometimes I play it in the dormitory." Mr. Yu flipped through his thick guitar book.

"What do you want to hear?" Mr. Yu hooked the strings and asked me.

"Are you going to play it to me?" I was pleasantly surprised.

"yes, what song do you want to hear?" Mr. Yu asked.

"Any song?"

"Yes, I can play it to you." He lowered his head to pluck the strings, and a faint smile could be seen.

Thanks to the blessing of my friend P, we came and went, and we gradually got acquainted with Mr. Yu, and then we knew.

Oh, Mr. Yu not only plays the guitar very well, but also has a rare voice.

"Yu Ke is the Maiba of our dormitory!" When my friend P heard that we were going to sing K, he proudly sold his roommate: "You guys take him away!" By the way, take me with you. ”

"You're also Maiba?" I asked.

"Of course." Friend P is still proud.

"Then I'm sorry, we don't." Mai Duba is finished, we still sing a hammer, oh?

We finally brought Mr. Yu and my friend P......

My friend P is right, Mr. Yu's voice is really good, low and deep with a boyfriend voice, and the sense of rhythm is well grasped.

"People listen to songs with headphones plugged in every night, can it not be good?" Friend P happily sells his roommate again.

"I just can't sleep." Hearing this, Mr. Yu frowned and explained.

"You can't sleep and listen to songs?" I asked.

"Hmm." This time, Mr. Yu only responded indifferently, and suddenly there was no explanation.

Mr. Yu estimated that he had something on his mind, and I didn't dare to ask.

If you think about it, for so long, Mr. Yu doesn't seem to pay much attention to studying, and he mostly stays alone and listens to songs.

Whether it's playing a game under the eaves or playing and singing by yourself with a guitar in your hand.

Under the music, I inexplicably felt Mr. Yu's faint loneliness outside of rejection.

"What did you say?" The music was noisy, and Mr. Yu didn't hear my muttering clearly for a while.

"I said you're so cold—" I yelled.