One hundred and twelve. If life is only as it first seems
"Finally graduatedβ"
In the boys' dormitory, Li Yunpeng swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, his eyes narrowed slightly in the smoke, and he remembered the past three years of high school, as if he was embarrassed.
The last exam ended yesterday. On the second day, the school informed the junior high school students to go to the dormitory to pack their personal belongings.
Therefore, the six people in room 303 appeared in the dormitory at the same time, and they saw maybe the last face of this life, and then they went to one side the other day.
As these words fell, the otherwise noisy dormitory became quiet, and the students who were sorting out their belongings paused and looked at each other in silence.
The roommates who get along day and night suddenly separate, saying that it is fake to be willing to go.
"What are you doing here, girls, it's not like you won't see you in the future." Gu She spurned, his eyes were shallow, and he couldn't stand this atmosphere the most.
Li Wenxue, who was kneeling on the top bunk, said with a far-fetched smile: "Lao She is right, it's not that you can't see each other, especially Li Yunpeng, you and Ah Feng are in the same university, and you can see each other all day long." β
"Whew-"
Li Yunpeng popped the cigarette butt out of the window, spat out a puff of smoke, and clapped his palm.
Bang Bang Bang β
In the midst of all the eyes, Li Yunpeng proposed: "This is probably the last time we will get together for the six of us, why don't we go out to dinner together at night?" β
"It's just that a few of us are too boring, so we call our classmates to go with us." Gu She added.
"This can be had!" Song Nam pushed his glasses and echoed loudly.
After finalizing the evening arrangement in a few words, Gu She ran out of the dormitory shouting, "I'm going to call my classmates".
The evening party washed away the dullness of parting, and the dormitory returned to its former atmosphere.
Li Yunpeng returned to his bed, tore off the poster on the wall, rolled it up and threw it into a paper basket. He glanced at a figure on the side, hesitated slightly, and then spoke: "Lu Li, are you going?" β
"I don't think he will." Li Wenxue's two hairy legs hung down from the top of his head, shaking and said.
Li Yunpeng pulled away his stinky feet with a look of disgust, and looked at the topic person: "Don't ask, how do you know, right, Lu Li?" β
A figure in the lower bunk raised its head.
A handsome face suddenly crashed into sight, a calm emotion flowed quietly between the eyebrows, and a pair of black eyes seemed to be unfathomable, like an ancient well without waves, and nothing seemed to make those eyes ripple.
"Shhh...... Every time I see you, I doubt my sexuality. Li Yunpeng covered his chest and turned his head in deep discomfort.
"You haven't gotten used to it for three years?" Li Wenxue jumped down from the top bunk, laughed, then turned to Lu Li, and joked: "Go, this is our last party, and maybe you can meet the beautiful female classmates there." β
Tick β tick β tick β
The sound of water droplets from nowhere echoed in my ears.
Lu Li's black eyes drooped, slightly distracted, and then raised his eyes: "I'll go too." β
The roommates looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
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A group of thirty or forty people walked down the street, in the dark, heading to the predetermined food stalls. The conversation between the students gathered together and turned into a noisy noise.
The roommates still don't know what drove Lu Li to the party, or what it was.
Their faces remained as confused as if they had not woken up, and from time to time they looked back at the figure with a black coat in a white shirt and coat that walked quietly at the end.
He was the same when he entered school, and he hasn't changed it in three yearsβand maybe even wears it forever.
The sky was getting dark, and the clouds of fire were fading. Roadside restaurants are lit up with neon lights.
A group of students came to the pre-booked food stall and sat down in front of the tables and chairs set up outside the store.
There are six people at a table, which happens to be a dormitory. The rest of the students were scattered around the seats.
"Lu Li, what are you eating?" Li Yunpeng sat down and handed Lu Li a copy of the menu.
"Whatever you want." Lu Li replied and didn't pick up the menu.
Li Yunpeng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, got up and shouted, "Just order Lao She to spend money", and then sat down and ordered a few skewers.
As night rises, the long street lights up with neon, and the smell of barbecue fills the mess.
The ordered dishes gradually came up, the roommates opened the beer, and gradually forgot about Lu Li when they ate and drank.
The same noise rang out at the other tables around them, and the students enjoyed the final reunion.
After more than ten minutes of this, the voice suddenly became quieter.
The food stall next door was filled with a group of figures in black suits, and there was no sound in the dreak.
Li Yunpeng glanced at it, they were far away and didn't care.
The atmosphere became warm again, and suddenly at a moment, a lazy voice sounded clearly: "Hey, isn't it good to secretly say bad things about others behind your back?" β
There was silence in front of the food stalls, and the students looked in amazement, not understanding what was happening.
"Tell me what's wrong with you!" A student slapped the table and stood up, his girlfriend gently tugging at his sleeve.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it is the time of impulsiveness and irritability. Seeing the dispute, a group of male classmates who didn't know why stood up unexpectedly.
Whoop -
The men in suits on the other side stood up at the same time, their faces grim.
The surrounding passers-by and diners looked at each other, and the atmosphere became grim.
"Be honest, come out to eat and make trouble." A figure with sunglasses walked out of the wall. "They are recent high school graduates, and they don't have much experience, so don't do it, but it's not good to just let them go......"
The man in sunglasses rubbed his chin, thought for a while and had an idea, and waved his hand to call his subordinates.
"Second son, you take a few people to the cake shop next door to buy all the cakes, as well as beer and red wine, the kind that wants to be frothy and spray far."
The confrontation between the two parties continued, and someone secretly took out his mobile phone to call the police.
A few minutes later, a young man known as Erko and a man in a suit returned with a few crates of beer and cake.
The man in sunglasses was the first to pick up a bottle of beer, knocked off the cap on the table, shook it vigorously a few times, and then removed his fingers.
A bouquet of white wine powder spurted towards the students.
In the midst of a scream and dodge, the man in sunglasses let out a wicked smile: "Let's celebrate these students who are still in the ivory tower!" β
The men in the suits shouted and picked up the cake and threw it at the students.
Chaos is growing.
A cake passed through the obstacles and smashed into Lu Li's huddle on a table.
"Escort! Escort! β
Li Yunpeng shouted, jumped out to block the cake flying towards Lu Li. The latter survived, while he was hit in the chest by a slap cake, and he was in disarray.
He looked down in a daze, scooped up a piece of cake from his chest and threw it forward, cheering into the battle.
The wine powder splashed cakes in all directions, and countless figures ran in front of them. Lu Li sat quietly at the dining table, in a quiet corner, indifferent to the farce in front of him.
At a certain moment, Lu Li raised his black eyes, his gaze passed through the layers of figures, and fell more than ten meters away, and the only figure of the other party sitting quietly at the dining table.
It was a pair of black eyes that were equally calm, indifferent and serene. There is no emotion to reveal, and there is no expression to reveal. She just sat silently at the round table, spotless.
The scuffle between the surrounding people turned into slow motion at this moment, and the two people at the two round tables looked at each other.
Between the looks, a glance for a thousand years.