Self-guided daily life after rebirth

"Then don't act quickly?"

"action?"

Su Tong sighed, and narrowed his eyes just like the eldest lady:

"Panic is panic, but panic itself is useless, and I can't find a reason to act - you just went to drink saliva just now, but it has been gone for so long, and now you tell me that you saw it The scene where the eldest lady is confessed by Zhao Daixiao... I don’t believe you didn’t eavesdrop, right?”

"...Blind student, you discovered Huadian."

Cao Bin sighed:

"Sister Tong refused."

"Ah."

Su Tong nodded, as if he had expected all this from the beginning.

It's just that Cao Bin finally found clues from his hands.

Ya's hands are shaking.

It's as if you've been working too hard for a while, so the muscle fibers have trouble getting back into shape after a long stretch of tension.

In short.

Su Tong is definitely not as calm as he said, but on the surface he looks stable like an old dog, but in fact he panicked a lot.

Cao Bin could hardly help laughing.

That's it?

In vain, he really thought that Su Tong was so calm, but he turned out to be just a paper tiger with a calm surface.

He was still thinking about whether to tell Su Tong what Sister Tong said next to scare him... But in a daze, he saw that the sports committee had appeared not far away with a few people at some time.

And the sports committee has seen both of them.

The strong, dark-skinned young man immediately rolled up his sleeves, looked at the two of them kindly, and winked:

"Cao Binsu and the two of you are not going to the party over there, what are the two of you trying to do by sneaking here...Come on, let's have dinner together!"

Then wave.

The group of students behind him immediately surrounded him with strange smiles, and carried Cao Bin away joyfully amidst Cao Bin's tragic wailing.

Su Tong swallowed.

But in the blink of an eye, a shadow was already covering the top of his head.

He raised his head subconsciously.

The representative of the physical education class of Rengaomada was already standing in front of him, and the smile on his face became more and more kind:

"Does Su Tong also need us to help you there?"

He rolled up his sleeves again.

The group of boys around also came up with strange smiles, and surrounded Su Tong in an instant.

The so-called left and right are men, but that's all.

And now surrounded by these good brothers, even Su Tong, who is in great shape, is in a panic--the so-called being overwhelmed by strong men is a proper description of the current state.

Su Tong was sweating coldly, looked up and looked at the good brothers around him, and finally couldn't help but raised his hands in surrender:

"You guys don't need to bother... I can do it myself!"

Only then did the sports committee pat him on the shoulder meaningfully, and smiled evilly.

Su Tong broke into a cold sweat.

Ya finally tremblingly walked out of the encirclement of the strong men and good brothers, and was embraced by the sports committee member affectionately, and the two walked towards the middle of the banquet hall with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

……

An hour later, Su Tong was completely fed up.

As one of the influential figures, he couldn't escape the persuasion of the students who were half joking and half congratulating.

Drinking cup after cup, even if the original intention was just to drink a little to cope with it... But things gradually deviated from the proper track.

The body began to gradually lose control of the mind.

The nerves are gradually anesthetized by alcohol, and the thinking is gradually diluted into chaos without a fixed form, so the only thing that can drive the body's actions is instinct.

Su Tong put down his wine glass in a daze, shook his head, trying to shake off the fog in his mind.

But it failed.

He just felt as if his body was burning, and his whole body was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood and medicine.

It just so happened that Cao Bin also wobbled to his side like a zombie at this time.

Ya was led by the sports committee with a group of strong men and good brothers who took turns persuading him to drink, and finally Lao Lin personally finished the harvest—it can only be said that Jiang is still old and hot, even in his old age, Lao Lin is still a fierce player in the wine field, surrounded by students in front of him Woke up and was still drunk.

Cao Bin thought he was unlucky.

Now he can't recognize day and night when he opens his eyes, and can't distinguish black and white when he closes his eyes. He wanders completely by instinct, and when he sees Su Tong, he pounces on him like a zombie seeing a living person...but he doesn't bite, probably what's left in his mind. The last obsession worked.

He grinned, stared at Su Tong and smirked, shook his head for a long time, and finally said in a low voice:

"Hey... Hey! Su Tong, Su Tong, sister Tong... just told me that she is waiting for you to conquer her... You don't know yet, do you!"

Then he slapped Su Tong on the shoulder and continued to giggle.

Su Tong was startled awake.

Suddenly, the figure of the eldest lady in a white dress appeared in his mind when she took him to the banquet.

A moment lasts forever.

Some instinct is expanding, some idea is burning.

The alcohol boiling in the blood became an accelerant.

"conquer!"

Su Tong narrowed his eyes and murmured.

[To be continued]

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Chapter 10 Tasting

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Su Tong wondered if he was drunk.

Maybe drunk, maybe not drunk.

Maybe he shouldn't worry about whether he is drunk or not - he just thinks he should do something with the strength of alcohol.

There is a banquet in front of you, a crowd, a noisy atmosphere and feasting, and there is a lot of noise in your ears.

Someone is laughing.

Probably someone told some funny joke.

Someone is crying.

Probably everyone will go their own way starting today, from now on you will walk your Yangguan Road and I will cross my single-plank bridge, and run to the north and south.

But Su Tong was the only one standing there holding the wine bottle in a daze with a blank expression on his face.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

Maybe it's just drinking too much wine?

After eating a bowl of yellow soup, the soul and reason are lost, only the purest sensibility jumps out, and it is like the master of the world, manipulating people's actions.

So he really wanted to do something.

Under the catalysis of alcohol, his heart also surged. Su Tong thought about doing what he said, and simply went straight to the stage, borrowed a guitar from his classmates, staggered up to the stage of the banquet hall, and reluctantly adjusted the microphone in a daze.

Trial.

"Zheng" sound.

The silver bottle broke and the water burst out.

Those who were drinking, eating, laughing and crying all seemed to be pulled by an invisible string, and their heads were dragged towards the stage by the sound of the guitar.

Su Tong stood there.

The expression is hazy, and the whole person stands crookedly, which has the inner flavor of performance art.

Everyone was taken aback.

Only good friend Cao Bin reacted quickly, smirked and waved and shouted:

"Hello, Su Tong on the stage!"

Su Tong on the stage also smirked and waved:

"Cao Bin in the audience is fine too!"

The two sang together, bubbling silly.

But no one interrupted their interaction.

A circle of smart and non-smart onlookers couldn't understand what these two idiots were doing, and because of Su Tong's dark horse aura, they even simply regarded his behavior as a quirk of a genius.

So no one is holding back.

Su Tong happily smirked, swept the guitar with his right hand, and pressed down the strings—when the guitar quieted down, the audience also fell silent.

Only then did he smile with satisfaction, lowered his head with hazy eyes, leaned closer to the microphone, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you for listening... Then I will bring you a song..."Those Flowers"."

There was a moment of silence, and doubts sounded from the background.

No one has ever seen Su Tong play the guitar, not even Cao Bin... No one has ever heard Su Tong sing either.

Everyone's impression of him was just a lonely and rotten autistic child hiding in the corner of the classroom, and now he has become a dark horse in the college entrance examination who tried his best to counterattack within a year, but there is no difference in essence, it is nothing more than hearsay or It is a conclusion drawn from superficial observation.

So no one knew that Su Tong played the guitar well and had a good voice when he was a child, so he could also sing well.

But none of that matters.

Because Su Tong has already started to perform.

He stood on the stage with slightly slumped shoulders, recalling how to play the guitar in his mind, played a few beats to familiarize himself with the feel, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The guitar played.

It was a little rusty at the beginning, but it quickly became proficient-although the level is definitely not very high, it is at least enough.

And enough is enough.

Then came Su Tong's voice:

"That laugh reminds me of

My flowers..."

His voice is clear and gentle, with the full spirit unique to young people, and also has the vicissitudes of time and baptism. The two temperaments just blend together to form a unique voice that belongs only to him.

It seems to be telling a story, neither fast nor slow, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, just narrating.

So it gradually flowed into my heart.

The venue slowly quieted down, and the discussion just now also slowly stopped.

Perhaps the audience consciously keeping quiet is the greatest compliment to the singer-because everyone is listening to the song seriously.

But there is sadness rising with the singing, strong, and then lingering in my heart.

to graduate.

Whether it is a good friend or a sister, they will be forced to separate. After all, there is no banquet in the world, and everyone will go to the end of the world one day... The memory of winning the tug-of-war in the class together, the hard work of the May Fourth Youth Day chorus... ...Beautiful moments came like butterflies, gradually moistening the eye sockets.

Obviously reluctant, pretending to be in a hurry.

Maybe the real parting is like this?