Sitting in the small shop of Tea Baidao, Yan Shuang bit the straw of Boba Zhen's milk, thinking about why he was so useless, and he was tricked out of a cup of milk tea.

Xia Yule held a large cup of the Bull Demon King, sat opposite Yan Shuang, looked at Yan Shuang's expression as if he was smiling, and finally changed to a serious appearance, if he asked directly about the review, maybe Yan Shuang would slap the table and leave in the next second, he didn't dare, Xia Yule swallowed a sip of milk tea and brewed his opening remarks for a long time.

"You seem to be very prejudiced against the student union," Xia Yule said, "I've been thinking that with your grades, it shouldn't be difficult to join the student union, even if you have this name, why wouldn't you?" ”

It is not without reason to start with this question, the first time I saw her was at a dinner party, she avoided everyone, isolated herself in another world with headphones, she did not like to communicate with people, as if she was naturally sensitive to emotions.

The conflicts that happened to her were all related to the student union, she refused the welcome party of the art department, was splashed with dirty water by the propaganda department, called to the office to write a review, etc., a series of stories, I didn't see her once I believed in this organization called the student union.

Yan Shuang's lips left the habit and gently spit out a few words: "Bureaucratic style." ”

There is pure indifference in words.

"Everyone, right?" Xia Yule gently shook the milk tea cup, "Qi Bingshu and Tong Yang, they are also your friends - although I haven't seen the one named Tong Yang - but looking at their status in your heart, it seems that you don't hate them." ”

"They're not the same as the student union." Yan Shuang blurted out.

Yan Shuang is always like this, many things are tendoned, and he doesn't know how to be flexible. If she hadn't, she might not have suffered so much later.

Xia Yule had the intention to make a joke: "But some people say that if you don't go to the student union, you will fall." ”

"Then I'm willing to fall." Yan Shuang is aggressive and seems to be quite unreasonable.

But Xia Yule eats this set, he is also shameless and used to it, and he couldn't help laughing out loud after listening to Yan Shuang's answer.

The student union is just a group of children who pretend to be old, they are not accepted by society, nor are they accepted by students, they switch between the two worlds stiffly, their essence is just children, everything in the world is children.

Yan Shuang saw him smiling happily, and couldn't help but interrupt: "What are you telling me to do?" Is that what I think of the student union? ”

"I'm wondering, how much resentment you have against students," Xia Yule deliberately dragged out his tone, "before I wrote the review like that-"

"I-" Yan Shuang's face suddenly turned red, she glanced at her review book in a panic, and glared at Xia Yule with eyes that she thought were very fierce, "You peeked?" ”

"A little bit," Xia Yule had no face and no skin, more than a little gesture, in fact, he could guess it, it was not Yan Shuang's matter, how could Yan Shuang write a review in peace, he used this way to make Yan Shuang tell the truth.

Yan Shuang angrily turned her head away, the sensitive-minded person hates others to look at her things without consent.

"Angry?" Xia Yule is the best at coaxing anger, he leaned over and poked Yan Shuang's face, Yan Shuang brushed his fingers away in disgust, he took milk tea and was cute, "Am I wrong?" I didn't mean to see it. ”

He just wanted to see it on purpose.

Yan Shuang was thin-skinned, Xia Yule's actions just now attracted the eyes of the customers in the store, and she had to face Xia Yule hard.

"Have you heard of that too? I took the matter of Li Feiran's planning book. Facing it calmly again, Yan Shuang dragged her chin, her voice was not as cold as before, but with a little bit of exhaustion and weakness, there were too many things that hit her in an instant, so that she had to face such a sour impact.

Xia Yule didn't deny it, he put away his indecent expression and nodded, "But I don't believe it." ”

Yan Shuang looked up at him, smiled indifferently, and lowered his head again: "Thank you." ”

She couldn't understand what Xia Yule wanted, and it was difficult to understand his attitude towards her, vague, true and false. But what she needs most at the moment is probably someone who can trust her at this moment.

"Someone is deliberately trying to harm you." Xia Yule said.

Yan Shuang smiled bitterly, "At first, I wouldn't believe who I am-don't be sentimental-why do others put you in their eyes, how can they work you and calculate you." ”

Xia Yule shook the large cup of the Bull Demon King in his hand, and said quite seriously: "I will definitely be able to help you find out the truth." ”

There was a bottom left in Yan's hands, she put it on the table casually, and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window looked like someone had accidentally sprinkled blue dye on the canvas, clear and clean, like washing. If it weren't for the review she was holding in her hand at the moment, maybe she would have said that the weather was really nice today.

"I don't want the truth," Yan Shuang said, "I don't care about the truth." ”

"Don't you even want fame?" Xia Yule was anxious, he didn't expect Yan Shuang to be such a tendon.

Yan Shuang shook his head: "If I really cared about what others thought of me, I wouldn't live like this." ”

"But—"

But you can't afford not to care.

"Thank you Xia Yule," Yan Shuang got up with the empty cup, threw it into the trash can, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "I'm going to class." ”

I don't know what she was going to say, but it must not be this. Xia Yule thought to himself.

***

At the end of October, the autumn weather is always cool in the morning and evening.

Yan Shuang was wrapped in a light-colored denim jacket and sat by the window in classroom 107, this section of the elective appreciation of Chinese classical literature, the professor is like a storyteller who talks about cross talk, and the funny thing is that this storyteller is full of dialect flavor, so Yan Shuang can't understand it.

"Ahh

The old professor ignored Yan Shuang's movements, and still spoke by himself, his voice seemed to be mixed with a large amount of sleeping pills, and the hypnotic effect was extremely strong.

Someone knocked on Yan Shuang's window, Yan Shuang pulled his clothes and looked out the window, Tong Yang's hairy head was exposed, and below was a pair of crystal eyes.

The window opened a little crack, and a box of cold treatment tablets was stuffed in, Yan Shuang went and saw Tong Yang mouth and said, I'll give it to you.

Then it disappeared without a trace.

The rain is hidden in the clouds, ready to go, but the weather forecast on the mobile phone shows that it will not rain on a cloudy day, and whether there is rain at the end of class has become an unsolvable problem.

At half past five in the afternoon, the radio sounded on time, the old professor slowly and leisurely said that after school, the people in the classroom ran away, Yan Shuang walked at the end of the line with his schoolbag on his back, with headphones plugged in one ear and an umbrella in one hand.

The whole world seems to be moldy, and Yan Shuang is a fern growing in the corner of the world.

The classroom next door has not yet ended, the teacher of linear algebra has a tense face, writing and drawing on the blackboard, the students in the first two rows seem to listen with relish, and the back one turns on the stocking mode, fending for itself, and growing wild.

Yan Shuang was unceremoniously pushed out of the teaching building by the flow of people, stopped at the staircase, a familiar shadow in the carport opposite, squatted on his knees, lowered his head, a light yellow stray cat at his feet, half a ham sausage in Tong Yang's hand, the kitten's hair was soaked, and Tong Yang's hair was also watery.

Yan Shuang was silent and quietly walked to Tong Yang's side, not letting him find out.

"Is it delicious?" Tong Yang stroked the kitten's head.

Yan Shuang leaned on the bicycle on the side, and involuntarily showed a hint of a smile on his lips, and the flow of people in the black and white world was surging through, but he could find a boy who exuded a warm yellow at a glance.

"What are you going to do after feeding the cat?" Yan Shuang asked.

Tong Yang was startled, his fingers paused in mid-air, and he looked at Yan Shuang with a sneering expression, slightly surprised.

"Don't you have an umbrella with you?" Yan Shuang looked at his wet hair and said helplessly.

“…… Yes," Tong Yang was a little embarrassed, he always met Yan Shuang when he was embarrassed, "I want to wait for the rain to be a little lighter before going to the cafeteria." ”

"You're going to the cafeteria in a moment?"

"Hmm."

"Is it convenient to take me with you?"

Tong Yang couldn't help but be shocked, they didn't communicate too much, they weren't familiar with each other, they should have been passers-by, what is it now? Friends? In all relationships, a friend is the farthest away from love, and he can't be willing, but he can't take the first step hesitantly.

I don't know what Yan Shuang thinks, or if he should refuse.

In the end, he didn't, he couldn't let himself refuse Yan Shuang.

The second time the two of them held an umbrella together, the sound of rain around them seemed to be endless, and she always had a painting in her impression, the teaching building in the rain seemed to be melted into wax, reflecting on the wet floor to form a perfect symmetry. The framed picture had the shadow of a roller skater, but now the shadow has shriveled and dissipated, leaving only a girl with a school bag, always silent and suspicious of the whole world.

Tong Yang is not very special, Yan Shuang thought to herself, but she always had mixed feelings.

On the radio, a song "Horse Husbandry City" is played, there is impermanence outside the sky, there are mountains outside the mountains and other places, doing whatever you want is frivolous, and it is sad to be unguardable.

Tong Yang's dinner was rice and vegetables, and Yan Shuang only needed a bowl of porridge and sat across from him.

"Is there a midterm exam next week?" Yan Shuang casually stirred the rice porridge with a small spoon.

"Well, there is news from the student union, but it hasn't been announced yet." Tong Yang replied honestly, "You definitely don't have to worry, your grades are the best among us." ”

Yan Shuang just smiled lightly and didn't make a sound.

The weather forecast on my phone has finally been updated, and there will be rain tonight, damp water droplets rising in the air, and then a gentle breeze blowing, disturbing the minds of pedestrians.

Tong Yang walked out of the cafeteria, bringing a burst of flowing air.

He asked Yan Shuang, where do you want to go.

Yan Shuang didn't speak, just looked at him.

Outside the door, a lingering drizzle blended with them.