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Chapter 25 "Beauty...beauty hurts people."

At eight o'clock in the morning on Sunday, the house was quiet, but Song Boyang woke up unexpectedly, and didn't fall back asleep without any future.

In fact, he had already set the alarm clock for [-]:[-] this morning the night before, so he could have covered his head with a quilt and continued to sleep soundly, and then be woken up by the familiar ringing of the alarm clock instead of an hour earlier for no reason Awake.

After all, Song Boyang is a person who likes to sleep late.

The current situation, if you have to explain it, Song Boyang can only understand it as being too excited and subconscious, just like a kindergarten kid who can temporarily quit the bad habit of being lazy when he learns that he will have a spring outing the next day. Get used to it, so that not only get up early the next day, but also be in high spirits.

Song Boyang felt that compared with the children in kindergarten, he was not much better.

At eight o'clock, my parents have already started a busy working day, and they are not at home for a long time.

Song Boyang cooked some dried noodles by himself, swallowed them whole, then packed his schoolbag and was ready to go out.

Thinking about the heartfelt joy when he just returned home last time, Song Boyang couldn’t help but lament the short vacation of the boarding students. Go to the supreme flip phone for the elderly and the headphone cable, as well as the change and banknotes for the car.

Quietly is the parting shengxiao, silently is the smart phone and computer this morning.

do not.

Every time he takes a long-distance bus to school, Song Boyang feels that the 10 minutes on the road is too long, and today is no exception.

But he used to sleep on the seat with his schoolbag in his arms, and today his mental state was too abnormal, so Song Boyang could only look at the scenery passing by as phantom outside the window boredly.

After a long four or ten minutes, Song Boyang finally came to the west gate of the school. The wheels of the suitcase made a gurgling noise on the concrete floor, which was not pleasant to hear.

Back in the dormitory, there was no one there.Everyone wants to stay at home for a while, let alone a dormitory student who only leaves school once every half a month. If he hadn't made an appointment with Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang would definitely choose to return to school before the evening self-study begins. If you can stay at home for an extra minute, you will earn money.

Take out the daily necessities from the suitcase, and put the commonly used ones on the table or on the bathroom sink. Song Boyang did not forget to spread the quilt on the edge of the balcony. The quilt that has been dried will make you sleep more comfortably at night. Song Boyang has always been committed to Make every effort to improve the quality of your sleep.

At that time, the sunlight came out from the overlapping dense green branches and leaves, and jumped between the window lattices.

Today's weather is very suitable for going out for dinner, Song Boyang thought to himself.

Although he returned to school early, although there is still an hour before twelve o'clock at noon, in Song Boyang's eyes, this does not mean that he will go to the classroom for self-study, and fight with mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology for [-] rounds with high spirits .

Song Boyang waited half a month for the rare vacation, and he would be wronged if he used it to study, so after he packed his luggage, he took out a copy of "Story Club" from the bookshelf, and brought the book with him We went to bed together, and began to read casually in boredom.

Not long after, the old man's mobile phone at hand began to buzz - it was the notification sound of the mobile phone receiving a text message.

Song Boyang's first reaction was that he thought it was a message from his parents. He wondered in his heart that he didn't forget to send a text message to the two of them saying that he was safe when he arrived at school?Could it be something else?

As a result, I opened it——

【You have a new text message from 15925553568】

I'm Zhou Chiyu, this is my mobile phone number, please save it.

Song Boyang was startled at first.

It turned out to be Zhou Chiyu?

Then I was surprised.

How did he know my phone number?

A palm-sized mobile phone for the elderly, with nine metal buttons the size of sesame seeds. Song Boyang dragged a small piece of mobile phone with two big hands. He moved his thumbs between the buttons with difficulty. Against the background of the phone buttons, it actually gives people an illusion of overdevelopment——

[How do you know my phone number? 】

Soon, the other party wrote back——

[I was looking for you on QQ, but you didn't reply to me for an hour. I guessed that you might have already left, so I asked Mr. Jiang for your mobile phone number, so that I can contact you easily. 】

With the popularity of smart phones, Song Boyang has not chatted with people by text message for a long time, but let alone, this feeling is retro and novel.

Glancing at the time on the message board in the upper right corner, Song Boyang realized that he hadn't been busy for a long time, and it was already eleven o'clock. He thought about it, and then asked Zhou Chiyu——

【where are you now? 】

Zhou Chiyu: [In the library. 】

Song Boyang: [Then we are still at twelve o'clock sharp, see you Simon? 】

Zhou Chiyu: [Okay. 】

Song Baiyang looked at the phone screen quietly for a few seconds.

Zhou Chiyu is probably reading books or doing quizzes in the library, right?

He was also embarrassed to continue chatting with the other party, so as not to disturb the other party, so Song Boyang picked up "Story Club" and continued to swallow it whole, looking at ten lines at a glance.

Time passed quietly, and the alarm clock set at [-]:[-] soon sang happily in Song Baiyang's ear.

The second the ear received the audio message, Song Boyang, who was originally lazy, straightened up all of a sudden, quickly, neatly, and rushed out of the dormitory bed without the slightest hesitation.

It seemed that after killing time and doing nothing for a long time, he finally waited for the critical moment he was looking forward to.

It was rare for Song Boyang to cut his hair and wash his face before his departure this time—although he had already washed it before eating noodles in the morning.Then he brought his cloth wallet with change and banknotes, and his mobile phone, which was used for nothing but text messages and calls.

The dormitory is not far from the school. Song Boyang successfully arrived outside the west gate of the school after 5 minutes. He has always arrived at the designated place more than ten minutes earlier than the agreed time. For him, this has become a habit that is difficult to change .

Because Song Boyang always believed that waiting a few minutes in advance is a kind of courtesy.

Relying on his own patience, Song Boyang is not afraid to wait for the other party for a while, but the only bad thing is that there are no games on the old man's machine, and he can only stand and admire the surrounding scenery that he has been familiar with since he was a freshman. .

Seems kind of silly.

Just be stupid.

Unfortunately, after standing for a while, the idea popped up again.

Song Boyang, who still felt that it was too stupid to stand in the sun, took advantage of the good greenery outside the high school wall of City A, and decided to follow the example of the old man in the community and hang out under the shade of the trees.

The neatly arranged camphor trees are lush and lush. Song Boyang walked slowly along the street outside the campus covered with flat gray stone bricks and raised yellow blind bricks. , and then go back for a while, and so on.

Soon, Song Boyang discovered——

It seems even more stupid.

Or should I just go back and stand in front of the school gate?

However, in the next moment, Song Boyang suddenly heard someone calling his name, with a clear and clear voice as in memory, like spring water knocking on rocks, not loud, but clear enough——

"Song Boyang."

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked for the reputation.

The branches and leaves of the camphor tree rustled under the blowing of the autumn wind, and some withered and yellow leaves were blown by the wind ahead of time, and the successive stems and branches were broken off, and they fluttered down, trying to block Song Baiyang's sight, but in the end, he was overwhelmed. Only a few temple hairs of Song Boyang were curled and then slowly stretched out.

The shadow on the road trembled and moved half an inch, as if making way for Song Boyang.

So without any hindrance, Song Boyang looked through the layers of transparent air, and saw the other party's overly good-looking eyes at a glance.

Looking at each other from afar.

Zhou Chiyu parked the black battery car on the side of the road, then smiled and waved to Song Boyang.

In Song Boyang's memory, Zhou Chiyu seldom smiled so happily, and rarely wore his own clothes instead of school uniforms. After all, usually in school, Sun Huiyun issued a death order, and all students must complete the school uniform "armed into battle ".

So when a baggy white sweater with a hood and a pair of loose black sweatpants were put on Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang couldn't help but take a second look.

Zhou Chiyu's complexion is already too white, so he is not afraid of looking dark when he wears white.

It's beautiful and clean.

It is not clean and tidy in the ordinary sense as opposed to dirty, but a kind of characteristic, the characteristic of youthful cleanliness, pure and worldly, and brave and fearless.

At that moment, Song Boyang felt that Zhou Chiyu could weld white to himself.But soon he corrected his thoughts, Zhou Chiyu is so good-looking, with fair complexion, he should look good in any color.

Look away first, and look down at the time on the old man's phone. Song Boyang, who was a little distracted for a while, stopped his mind for a while, then he raised his head and smiled: "Didn't we say see you at twelve? It's only eleven-five Why did you come here?"

Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang and raised his eyebrows, "Then you came early, didn't you?"

Song Boyang was startled when he heard the words, and then laughed.

"Since both of us have come early, let's cook in advance."

Zhou Chiyu said "Yes", "Come on, I'll take you."

Before sitting on it, Song Boyang didn't think about anything. After sitting on the back seat of the battery car, he suddenly realized that the seats of the big battery car are connected together, and the length is limited, and it is a slight downward slope, that is to say , when Zhou Chiyu started riding, due to inertia, Song Boyang's body would involuntarily move forward.

The two were already very close, but the gravitational force continued to compress the distance between them, almost sticking together.

As soon as Song Boyang raised his eyes now, he could see Zhou Chiyu's faintly blood-colored earlobes, and a lock of black hair pressed behind the ear, and even looking down, the smooth nape of the neck, and the white, tender and flawless skin The looming glands under the cells can be seen at a glance.

This is a silent temptation for the young and vigorous alpha.

Song Boyang's Adam's apple rolled, and his gaze flickered away, but it happened to land on the opponent's waist.In fact, it's nothing. Zhou Chiyu's sweater is very loose, and it's worn on the waist of black trousers. The waistline is well hidden with the cooperation of the two.

In fact, Song Boyang couldn't see anything.

It’s just that he thought of Zhou Chiyu’s looming waistline under the school uniform when he first started school for no reason——

Stop and stop.

Stop!

Song Boyang knew that if he thought about it further, it would be the [-] prohibited content that is not suitable for children, the popular recommendations on pornographic websites that have not been cleaned up by the anti-pornography ten years ago, and the strange GIFs that pop up from time to time. The Law on the Protection of Minors.

Beauty...beauty hurts people, hateful.

Zhou Chiyu and Song Boyang had already ridden a section of the road slowly, the wind blew past his ears, and the trees blurred into green shadows.

It seems that the trees on both sides of the street are racing against them beyond their capacity, and they are finally left behind by the battery car.

However, they have nothing to be proud of, because they were also left behind by the autumn wind.

Zhou Chiyu didn't seem to like to talk when he was riding a bicycle. Song Boyang asked a few questions, but the other party's answers were very short, as if he wanted to choke the topic in its cradle.

So soon, Song Boyang, who was sitting quietly and rigidly, adhered to the idea that at least one of his mouth and brain must move. On Zhou Chiyu.

I remember that there didn't seem to be so many intersections and red lights ahead. What if Zhou Chiyu rode too fast later and asked me to grab his waist?

He doesn't wear much clothes either?

Doesn't that sound good?

Feel like taking advantage of him?

The more Song Boyang thought about it, the more entangled he became, and he was so entangled. Then, a few minutes later, Zhou Chiyu rode on the small road where Song Boyang remembered that there were not many people. Clusters of green shade covered the blue sky, and occasionally A few strands of sunlight fell on Song Boyang's face.

Then Song Boyang realized that his entanglement was unnecessary.

It turns out that Zhou Chiyu's slow ride on electric bikes has nothing to do with the intersection or the flow of people.

Because Song Boyang watched helplessly as an old man around him, humming an 80s ditty, staring at his bicycle leisurely passed him.

He couldn't help laughing again.