Song Yu had been worried about Xie Sui's condition. He was absent-minded when he went back for dinner that night.

He picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth. He chewed for half a minute and didn't take much of the rice.

Grandmother Meng looked at him and shook her head. She sighed but didn't say anything.

After eating perfunctorily and taking a shower, Song Yu rushed upstairs. When he returned to his room, the first thing he did was to send a message to Xie Sui.

A bunch of words came out.

[Song Yu: Are you okay?]

[Song Yu: The more I think about your condition during the day, the more I feel that something is wrong. Are you possessed?]

[Song Yu: Can you still sleep tonight?]

[Song Yu: Do you want me to play the Great Sorrow Mantra for you?

Or I can call you and read you a paragraph about the core socialist values.]

His worry was about to show on the screen.

It was completely different from the way he used to express his concern.

Sure enough, he treated his deskmate differently.

When Xie Sui received the message.

She was clearing the emails. They were all about the Song family.

Back then, she had gone through a lot of trouble to get the documents to investigate Song Yu. But now, it seemed that there was no need.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the phone screen. Xie Sui replied with a short line of words.

[Xie Sui: I'm fine.]

Song Yu didn't believe it.

She was so scared in the haunted house that it was like she had lost her soul. It would be strange if she was fine.

He continued to express his concern.

[Song Yu: Don't be shy. We're close. I won't tell anyone that you're afraid of ghosts.]

Xie Sui smiled.

Then, she made a call.

Song Yu's phone suddenly vibrated. He was so scared that he sat up in bed. After being stunned for a moment, he picked up the call.

Xie Sui's voice came through the phone. It was cold and magnetic. "Song Yu."

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat.

After remembering his purpose, he sat up straight.

She immediately sat up straight. "Yes, yes. How are you?"

Xie Sui chuckled and asked, "Are you that worried about me?"

Song Yu: "Yeah, there was something wrong with you at that time. I think you're going to have a nightmare tonight."

Xie Sui leaned back in her chair with the mouse in her other hand. She stopped at a photo.

It was a picture of Song Yu when she was young. Even if she made a ferocious face in front of the camera, she was still unbelievably cute.

A hint of a smile appeared in his dark eyes.

"That's true. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Yu gave him an idea. "When do you usually sleep? I can recite the scriptures for you. You can hang up after you fall asleep."

Xie Sui couldn't help laughing. "Are you sure?" Listening to Song Yu's voice, he probably couldn't sleep all night.

Song Yu: "Of course. What do you want to hear? I'll go and Baidu it for you. The Diamond Sutra or the core values of socialism."

Xie Sui smiled and said lightly, "Recite the Lagrange Mean Value Theorem."

Song Yu: "???"

Song Yu: "…"

Did Xie Sui do it on purpose?

Every time he heard these words, he felt particularly ashamed. It was a piece of dark history.

He held the phone in silence for a long time.

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"Yes."

Song Yu's mouth twitched stiffly. But since he had already agreed, he couldn't go back on his word. He really got out of bed, ran to the computer, and Baidu it.

He muttered, "I'll recite it according to the encyclopedia. You'd better lie in bed now, put on your headphones, and try to sleep early … But how can you fall asleep listening to this?"

Xie Sui stood on the balcony and looked down at Jing City at night. She listened carefully to the voice of the young man on the other side of the phone and said softly with a smile, "Go ahead."

On the other side of the phone, Song Yu frowned.

"Then I'll start. The Lagrange Mean Value Theorem is also known as Lagrange's theorem. It's one of the fundamental theorems of differential calculus …"

The night was dark, and the moon was round and bright.

The osmanthus flowers below the residential building bloomed, bringing a faint fragrance with the night wind.

Song Yu's voice was clear and warm, dispelling the fear and despair brought by life and death, parting, and missing each other.

Xie Sui stood on the balcony and looked down with a gentle smile on her lips.

He put his finger on the railing and gently tapped it twice, as if he was recalling something after so many years.

"Then, within the open interval a to b, there was a point 3, greater than a but less than b …"

He recalled the first time they met by the water. Under the light, the handsome young man was as cold as frost.

In the milk tea shop, when he was writing papers.

Or in the quiet street, when he was pulled aside and said harsh words to someone.

Sheng Xia jumped down from the wall and fell into his arms.

There were too many.

Xie Sui said, "That's enough."

Song Yu was finally freed from this torture. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Xie Sui said, "Yes, a little bit."

Song Yu said, "Then hurry up and go to sleep."

Xie Sui said, "Do you still remember what you asked me today?"

Song Yu clicked his tongue. "I remember. I asked you if you were afraid of ghosts, and you said you weren't.

That's a slap in the face, but it's not embarrassing. Ghosts and gods are mysterious things. Normal people are afraid of them. "

"Okay."

Song Yu began to brag. "That's not right. I noticed that you didn't have such a big reaction to the heads and blood at the beginning. It was only when you saw the grave that you became afraid.

Are you afraid of death? "

Xie Sui smiled and said lightly, "I think I'm afraid of death."

Song Yu was stunned for a second and began to comfort him. "Wow, don't worry. People will die sooner or later anyway. Don't worry.

Why are we getting more and more philosophical? "

Xie Sui didn't explain anything. His eyes looked coldly ahead, but his voice was very soft. "Okay, I'm not worried." He was almost whispering, and his voice was gentle. "Good night, Yuyu."

Yuyu.

Song Yu almost dropped his phone.

His ears were slightly red, and he was embarrassed. "What are you shouting for?"

In the distance, there were thousands of lights.

The cold wind blew against the wall from below.

Xie Sui lowered his head and let out a short laugh.

This was the place where he first learned about life and death.

When he was a child, the rainstorm that tore through the sky and the woman who jumped from it became a scene that he would never forget in his two lifetimes.

Other than life and death, everything else in the world was trivial.

In fact, life and death were also trivial.

Now, he learned about it again.

There was an old saying that described unchanging until death. It was called 'until death do us part.'

Xie Sui turned off his phone and turned to walk back to his room.

— — Even death can't separate us.

[Brother Yu didn't go find trouble with No. 13 High School, but Yao Rui sent himself to be beaten up?]

Main post: Don't mention it. One of my friends is annoyed to death by his underling.

He kept asking about Brother Yu's background, where he often goes, and said that he wanted to have a fight with him.

Did he want to see if Brother Yu would care about him?

1l:???

The monthly exam is coming, and Brother Yu is in the library all day long. He doesn't pay attention to what's going on outside. He probably doesn't know.

2l: What kind of trash are those from No. 13 High School?

3l: Don't talk about it. I heard that they're planning to block the entrance of the library in the afternoon and fight with Brother Yu.

4l: F * ck, whoever offends No. 1 High School will be punished. Call Miejue Shigong and tell him to protect my husband!

5l: Will it be okay? My husband just hurt his hand a few days ago. Wuwuwu.

Song Yu did hurt his hand a week ago.

When he was playing basketball, a dog suddenly rushed out of the field and scared him out of his wits. He fell to the ground and twisted his wrist.

Everyone in the field was shocked.

Xie Sui strode over with a cold expression and helped him to the infirmary.

After that, he couldn't write for a week and Xie Sui basically did all his homework. Needless to say, it was quite satisfying.

From then on, his every move in the physical education class was monitored by Xie Sui and he could no longer move freely.

He finally removed the bandage and felt that he had completely recovered. However, Xie Sui even controlled the time he could write. He could only move his right hand for two hours and read for the rest of the revision time.

The closer it was to the end of the semester, the more frequent the exams were.

The monthly and weekly exams were continuous.

Song Yu was physically disabled but mentally strong.

Every Saturday, he would go to the school library to revise.

Of course, he would not let Ma Xiaoding, who was at the bottom of the class, be tortured by mathematics alone.

The mathematics class representative had already given up and collapsed on the table. Ma Xiaoding went crazy. "Logarithmic function, exponential function, and power function. How can they appear in the same question? What kind of love triangle is this?"

Song Yu said, "There will be a parent-teacher conference after the final exam. Think about it." Ma Xiaoding was stimulated by the words' parent-teacher conference 'and sat up again.

But after looking at the question for a long time, he trembled and chose C as a blessing for their beautiful love.

Ma Xiaoding put down his pen and said, "Don't mention the parent-teacher conference. Let's talk about something happy. Isn't the New Year's Eve party coming?

Brother Yu, have you signed up? "

The New Year's Eve party had been prepared a month and a half in advance.

The third year of high school was busy with their studies, so the first year of high school was the focus. In addition to the compulsory performance of each class, they were also allowed to choose two or three students to perform.

Song Yu twirled his pen and sneered. "Why do you want me to participate in everything? Although I'm really outstanding, I still have to restrain myself and give the other boys a way out."

Ma Xiaoding said, "What is our class performing? The Literature and Arts Committee said it's a play. Heavens, I've been acting as Snow White since kindergarten. Can we do the Calabash Brothers this time? There are also seven little brats. It's enough to make up the numbers.

I can make a cameo appearance as a grandfather. This way, I'll have seven more grandchildren. "

Song Yu laughed and scolded, "In your dreams."

They were chatting when suddenly, one of Ma Xiaoding's underlings ran in. His shout scared everyone in the reading room. "Brother Yu!

Something bad has happened! "

Song Yu: "… …" What kind of rubbish is this?

The underling said, "There's a group of people outside the library. No. 13 High School. They're blocking the entrance and won't leave. They said that if you don't leave today, no one can leave."

Song Yu: "Where's the teacher?"

The underling said, "F * ck, they've already calculated it.

It's a Saturday. This place is far from the security room, so no one knows.

Yao Rui even said that he'll beat you up if you come to No. 1 High School today. "

Song Yu couldn't bear to look at him. "There's something wrong with his brain."

He put down the book in his hand. He had just finished revising a chapter and was very bored.

After getting injured, he felt that he had been stifled for a long time. Now, he urgently needed to prove himself.

Song Yu stood up, strode out of the reading room with his long legs, and bumped into Xie Sui, who had brought the book over for him.

Their eyes met.

Xie Sui smiled. "Where are you going?"

Song Yu: "… …"