A certain nerve under the heart is inexplicably painful, appearing from time to time, but it can't be seen or touched, which makes people scratch their heads, and secretly gives birth to faint anxiety and uneasiness. In the end, Su Wen couldn't bear its torture and planned to take some action to fight it.

What about outsiders? Anyway, she, an outsider, can still see behind her as soon as she turns her head, and looks directly at the boy's melancholy eyes generously, naturally as usual, at every moment of interaction, she said: "Song Yu, you last night... Why did you go there? At the time of the award ceremony, Senior Sister Yuan Zhi hurriedly got you back..."

The boy looked at the girl and said casually, "It's nothing, it's just hanging out with them at school." ”

Su Wen couldn't help frowning slightly, she still couldn't get the answer to the question in her heart, and she was still passively standing in the position of an outsider.

"Your father, what does he do? It looks very elegant. ”

"Teaching."

Song Yu glanced at Su Wen, and seeing that the girl was very curious, she added without saltiness, "The history of teaching." ”

"Oh," Su Wen blinked, "no wonder you have such a good history!" ”

“……”

After being speechless for a while, Su Wen almost couldn't continue this embarrassing topic, and turned to the back table to go back, and it was not okay not to go back.

"Was your mother happy when she knew you won first place?" Suddenly, Su Wen asked without giving up.

The boy looked directly into the girl's worried eyes and nodded slightly, "Hmm." ”

Recalling last night's art festival, there was no shortage of wonderful performances in the whole art festival, and Su Wen and his party watched under the audience, and couldn't help but admire the excellent seniors of their fellow students. Whether it is the music group, calligraphy and painting group in the early stage, or the dance group in the later stage, there are always a few amazing performances in each group of categories.

I can't tell where the confidence in my heart comes from, before the final announcement of the rankings of the art festival, Su Wen was sure that Song Yu and Xiao Shijie's performances were either the first or the second.

Sure enough, the concert of piano and violin that amazed the audience deserved to be the champion of this year's art festival.

When he heard the judges announce the score rankings, Su Wen was so happy that he seemed to have won the first place in the competition, but his first reaction was that he must have been extremely happy to hear the news.

However, in fact, the boy didn't care about the final result of the competition, and when Song Yuanzhi was asked to accept the award, his smile was full of false coping, and there was no real joy in his eyes.

"I... Mom," Song Yu took the initiative to talk after a while, "She wants me to go abroad with her and live with her." ”

Su Wen was shocked when he heard this, and blurted out: "Then you want to leave?" ”

"No," the boy shook his head, looked into the girl's eyes and said solemnly, "I won't leave." Since she has been missing from my life for so many years, and many things can't come back for a while, I go with her, which will only affect her current family, and it is not a good thing for me. ”

The girl lowered her eyes and involuntarily whispered, "That's good." ”

"Huh?"

"No, no, I mean you can decide for yourself." Su Wen raised his head and immediately changed his words.

The tense nerves somewhere in my heart relaxed little by little, became soft, and radiated warmth outward. The thoughts that were cranky one moment are rippling with joy the next.

It's nice to realize for the first time that you're not leaving.

You can take the same classes in the same class, enjoy the same time on the same campus, and breathe the same air under the same sky. It's a good feeling.

Living under the same sky, the connection with each other seems to have never been severed. In the relationship between classmates at the beginning and extended later, there was unconsciously more layers of friendship, and since then, there has been no strangeness to acquaintance at the beginning of looking up and not looking down.

Although the daily classes are intense and boring, because of some special existence, there are many different expectations in daily life.

From smiling eyes when you walk into the classroom in the morning, to occasionally looking back to ask for a difficult question between classes, or chatting aimlessly, day after day, no matter what the weather, a little anticipation always decorates life with a special flavor. One day, looking back on my mental journey, I was shocked to find that the dependence in my heart was increasing day by day, piling up into a mountain and could not be transferred.

At the beginning of the third period of evening self-study, the night fell, the whole school building was brightly lit, and the classrooms with open doors reflected the rows of students with their heads bowed and writing their desks.

"Liu Chuan, you and Song Yu will go to receive the manuscript later, just follow him!" The three of them walked across the overpass between the north and south buildings of the teaching building together, and Su Wen looked at Liu Chuan and encouraged, "Don't be nervous, just accept the manuscript and register the submission information!" ”

"Hmm!" Liu Chuan smiled shyly and nodded, "Then Su Wen, you went to another class to collect manuscripts by yourself?" ”

Song Yu turned his head to look at Liu Chuan, and every detail of that smiling face was brightened inch by inch, and her happy expression stood out, "Hehe, she can do it herself, don't worry!" ”

Yes, Su Wen, who used to be timid and cowardly, has now become brave little by little, from following him with his head down to being able to stand alone in front of an unfamiliar class.

Su Wen was very surprised by the sudden affirmation of the boy, and there was a happy smile on his face, "Well, I'll go to your next class to collect the manuscript later!" ”

"I don't know if there are any manuscripts that meet the standards of the social newspaper this time?"

Song Yu glanced at Su Wen, his eyes and eyebrows were twisted together, and he made a funny look on his face, "I guess it's enough, the literary club has too many requirements, not to mention whether it can meet our requirements, there are actually not too many people who write it." ”

"That's right, the teachers are too demanding!" Yanagawa echoed.

The literary club is so restricted, Su Wen can't help but worry in his heart, but he is optimistic on the outside, "Anyway, I have already done publicity last week, so let's collect the manuscript first and see the effect!" ”

In fact, after studying on his own one night and visiting five or six classrooms, Su Wen received far fewer manuscripts than when he first received them with Song Yu this semester. When he joined Song Yu and Liu Chuan, the thickness of the manuscript in Liu Chuan's hand was obviously greater than Su Wen's, and Su Wen couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Is it difficult for the students who submit the manuscript to see who the recipient is? Are you willing to entrust your manuscript to you? Thinking about it from this point of view, most of them go to liberal arts classes, so it's no wonder that there is such a big difference. Even, during the day, girls from other classes often found Song Yu in the name of submission, and took the opportunity to talk about something like that.

The more Su Wen thought about it, the more distressed he became, his eyes moved away from the thick pile of manuscripts in Liu Chuan's hand, and he glanced at Song Yu's handsome face as if he was sulking.

I can't help but sigh, alas, this is really an era of looking at faces.

You know, in the eyes of visual animals, handsome guys are always more popular than beautiful women.

Song Yu looked at Su Wen's annoyed expression, as if he had seen through the little 99 in the girl's heart, and laughed secretly on the side.

Every day, I went down to the classrooms of each class to receive the manuscripts, and after a few days, the results were also quite rich. When Su Wen handed over the manuscript to Song Yuanzhi, Song Yuanzhi was still familiar with the task of reviewing the manuscript to Su Wen.

After explaining the work of the Literary Society, at the end, Song Yuanzhi pulled Su Wen and whispered: "My brother has a relationship with his mother... A little stiff, my aunt told me that her ticket for next Tuesday at four o'clock in the afternoon, at Renda airport. ”

Su Wen was taken aback, "Auntie is leaving?" ”

"Hmm. Just stay in the country for a month. Song Yuanzhi sighed, with a sad look on her face, "I finally came back once, and the relationship between mother and son has not eased......

Su Wen was puzzled, "Seeing that Song Yu has been in good shape recently, I thought the contradiction had eased a bit......

"Actually, from an outsider's point of view, I don't quite understand my aunt's behavior, but we can't judge their family affairs." Song Yuanzhi shook her head, put her hands on Su Wen's shoulders, looked at Su Wen and said, "Little Su Wen, I tell you this, I just want to ask you to help persuade Song Yu, at least, let him send him to his mother." ”

The girl was ordered to be in danger, and she couldn't help but open her eyes wide in surprise and open her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

"Senior Sister Yuan Zhi, you... It's useless to persuade? Su Wen hesitated and finally asked.

Song Yuanzhi sighed and shook her head, "He doesn't listen to me at all." ”

Su Wen's eyes froze, and his heart sank, and he was a little sour.

If you don't listen to your cousin's words, then she will listen to her words?

Song Yuanzhi looked out the window and continued: "If he doesn't catch up this time, he may have endless regrets in the future." My brother is very stubborn, obviously cares about it in his heart, but his mouth is hard, and he refuses to take a step back...... In fact, he can't be blamed for being indifferent and ruthless, it's his aunt's fault first. Whoever experiences that kind of abandonment will become hard-hearted......"

Su Wen nodded in understanding, and finally agreed to this request that I don't know if it can be done, "Well, Senior Sister Yuan Zhi, I'll try to persuade you." ”

Song Yuanzhi was moved, "Then please." ”

It's easy to nod your head, but it's not easy to act.

Seeing Song Yu leaning on the railing of the corridor alone and looking into the distance, Su Wen stepped forward tremblingly, but after saying hello, he didn't know where to speak. The noise in his heart was like a gallop, and the voices filled his eardrums, arguing about how to speak and admonish this young man who was hurt in his heart.

Song Yu glanced at Su Wen, who was biting his lip and frowning, and looked at the girl with his clear eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

Su Wen shook his head, "Not much." ”

"Got something on your mind?" The girl hurriedly brought the topic into the right direction.

"Nope." The boy looked at the school building opposite, "My sister called you here, right?" ”

Su Wen's eyes widened, and he looked at the corners of the boy's good-looking lips, "I know." ”

"Hmm." At this time, Su Wen could only nod and admit.

"You know what?"

Song Yu turned to Su Wen and seriously responded to the girl's worried gaze. The outdoor light hit the boy's face, illuminating every detail of the boy's handsome eyebrows and eyes clearly, and the heavy melancholy in the black and white eyes was unobstructed in the girl's perspective.