God, I'm tired

Chapter 5

"Do you also have a thousand words, buried in a silent dream." At the end of the song, the audience was silent, and some people applauded for a long time, and then the audience applauded thunderously. This was not the first time they had heard Su Yan sing. After one time, there will be no initial shock, but I don't want them to be wrong.

The girl covered her mouth, thinking that Yi Xiaochuan was holding Yushu's hand tightly, but he was no match for the meteorite falling, and could only watch his lover fall, like a butterfly with broken wings, disappearing into the clouds.Gradually, the scene became blurred, as if seeing a young man on the stage standing at the corner of the street, deeply in love with a person, remembering everything about that person, but he could only pass by his lover helplessly, unable to love him.

"I'm done singing." Su Yan chuckled, and shouted the slogan "Again". He just wanted to agree, but he didn't want to see Zhao Yuan standing in the corner. Get off stage and run over.

"Hey, why are you here?" Su Yan tilted his head, thinking that this person was strange, and seemed to meet him often recently.

Zhao Yuan said with a smile: "Singing here with my friends, I happened to see you, so I came over to have a look, you sing very well." As he spoke, he rubbed Su Yan's furry head with itchy hands, and the latter muttered what he wanted to say , I seemed to think of something and stopped, then curled my lips and said: "That's right, I sing very well."

Then he jumped up to the stage and clicked "Eight Kills", which made the audience burst into laughter. Han Ze, who was a good friend with Su Yan, put his arms around Su Yan's shoulders and said teasingly, "Su Yan, follow me!" How about brother, you can play with the number of animals without leftover fabric." Su Yan was not angry, and replied with a smile, "Okay."

Zhao Yuan struggled to pull Su Yan to his side and stared at Han Ze. Han Ze rubbed his nose depressedly. Su Yan asked what was wrong with a blank face. The head said: "I think you must be tired from singing, do you want to drink water?"

Su Yan didn't think too much, nodded and said, "I want Wahaha."

The squad leader suddenly leaned over and said: "Su Yan still drinks when he comes out to play, come on, drink, and hand over a bottle of beer while talking."

Su Yan's black line: "I'm underage."

"I'm also underage." Monitor -_-!

Su Yan: "Hey, I don't know how to drink."

"Is it a man? Is it a classmate? Don't you give me face?" The monitor frowned and stuffed a can of beer into Su Yan's arms, and opened two bottles to drink with him.

Su Yan looked at Zhao Yuan sadly, Zhao Yuan was happy to hear this, and imagined Su Yan drunk in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Yuan looking up at the sky, Su Yan felt tired and didn't love him. Do you know what happens when the young master is drunk?How about it!

You don't know, okay.

If you don't play, you won't die, okay!

Su Yan bit the bullet and was drunk by the class monitor and other students with Zhao Yuan. Congratulations to Class 1123 for successfully completing the task of getting Su Xiaoyan drunk and harvesting a drunk Su Xiaoyan.

What about Su Yan after he was drunk? The squad leader deeply regrets making Su Yan drink alcohol, Zhao Yuan deeply regrets what he likes to hear and see, the girl bites her handkerchief and bursts into tears, the drunk male god makes people want to hug him Hug, buzz.

Su Yan, who was drunk, didn't go crazy with alcohol or sleep, so he grabbed the microphone and ordered a bunch of songs, sat on a chair and sang softly, with his head half down, with a strong melancholy princely atmosphere.

It's okay to sing, but what is it to sing sadly all the time?What happened to this group of girls who were abused to cry and applaud?The squad leader went crazy, they were happy, they didn't come to seek abuse, so they immediately packed Su Yan and stuffed it properly to Zhao Yuan, brother, let's go, the debt is cheap, I hope the debt is not cheap tonight, please give it tomorrow I am a normal classmate.

It was the first time Zhao Yuan saw Su Yan drunk, and it was quite unaccustomed for the normally lively child to calm down. The child sat obediently on the side seat, watching the receding scenery outside the window, his whole body shrouded in gloom. in the breath.

It is said that one speaks the truth after drinking, and one is the truest self after drinking. At this time, the young man felt a heartbreaking feeling. Zhao Yuan frowned and asked, "Su Yan, is there any discomfort?" There was no response.

Just when Zhao Yuan was about to ask the next question, Su Yan turned his head and looked at him with big eyes shining brightly. His eyes were not clear as usual, but cold. He seemed not drunk. The voice said: "Today my class teacher said that he wanted to see my parents."

"Ok?"

"I want to go to them in early May, can you accompany me?" As if begging, Su Yan just looked at him, his eyes covered with fog.

Of course Zhao Yuan would not think that Su Yan wanted to take him to meet his parents, not to mention that Su Yan didn't know he was Qing Yuan, and that the two of them had known each other for less than a week, and they hadn't even started coaxing him. He cried as soon as he agreed, Zhao Yuan instantly forgot the fact that Su Yan was drunk, agreed, thinking about what to bring when meeting his parents for the first time.

Zhao Yuan struggled all the way and finally sent Su Yan home. Because Su Yan was drunk, Zhao Yuan stepped into Su Yan's house again.

Su Yan walked into the bedroom, and when Zhao Yuan closed the door, Su Yan curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

Zhao Yuan frowned and walked over. The young man was sleeping in a strange posture, like a newborn baby, with his legs curled up, his hands tightly covering his chest, and his back leaning against the closet. Only then did Zhao Yuan realize that the young man's bedroom and ordinary family The bed is placed against the wardrobe, the wardrobe is against the wall, the window of the room is reinforced with iron bars, and under the window is a huge black desk with a notebook on it and a shelf next to it. Bookshelf, everything looks normal and feels wrong.

Shaking his head, he pushed Su Yan and called, "Su Yan get up and wash his face first."

The young man moved and leaned closer to the closet. Zhao Yuan was amused by his movement, and as he thought about it, he reached out and grabbed the young man's arm. Unexpectedly, just as he touched the arm, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and stared coldly. Looking at him: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Yuan was stunned and said: "Nothing, you get up and wash your face first, otherwise you won't feel well tomorrow."

"No need." Su Yan looked at him indifferently, "You go out."

Zhao Yuan finally realized that something was wrong: "Su Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"I let you go out, don't you understand human language!" Su Yan sneered and got up and knelt on the bed.

It was the first time Zhao Yuan saw Su Yan like this. Su Yan seemed to be a different person. He completely lost the shy sunshine in the daytime, and his whole body revealed a wave of resentment. The coldness hits the spine from the soles of the feet.

Su Yan's hand rested on the closet. Zhao Yuan finally knew what he thought was wrong with Su Yan's bedroom. Even though it was slightly different, the layout of the bedroom was almost arranged like a prison, thinking that he liked Su Yan's wrist. , it would be perfect if there are multiple chains.

Seeing Zhao Yuan staring at his arm, Su Yan frowned, "What are you looking at! Get out!" Then he grabbed the pillow and threw it at Zhao Yuan.

In desperation, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to leave the room, closed the door, and faded the last ray of light. Su Yan seemed relieved, and sat down on the bed, looking at the window sealed by iron bars, his eyes flashed with meaning Unknown light.

Trembling all over his body, he grabbed the photo frame that was turned upside down on the table, as if grabbing the last redemption. The young man in the photo was still smiling warmly, but it could no longer bring him warmth. He hugged the photo frame tightly to his chest, curled up leaning forward.

Why does everyone leave him, why is that person's influence on him still indelible, it doesn't matter, there are still a few months, and in a few months, he will return everything those people have done to him!

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