June is our farewell song

Chapter 131 Ai Hong everywhere

"Just call me angel of the morning, angel (please treat me as an angel of the morning)"

"Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby (please touch my face before leaving)"

"Just call me angel of the morning, angel (please treat me as an angel of the morning)"

"Then slowly turn away. (Then slowly turn away)"

"I won't beg you to stay. (I won't try to stay)"

"With, me—(Stay with me.)"

It was another Wednesday afternoon, with six bottles of warm coffee in his arms, as soon as he stepped into the corridor on the ground floor of the library, Gu Yuan heard singing faintly coming from the activity room. He opened the door and saw Qi Yu and Liu Qingsi were holding a guitar and a bass, one was leaning on the window sill, the other was leaning on the bookshelf closest to the window, Chen Ying, Feng Ziqiu and Jiang Lu were sitting scatteredly beside the square table, Or resting their cheeks or leaning on the back of the chair to look at them.

He took half a step back and looked up at the number plate at the door, 102.

After confirming that he did not go to the wrong room, the singing just ushered in a short break. Gu Yuan put five of the six bottles of coffee on the table and rolled towards the other people's respective directions, saying:

"Here, I think you might feel a little cold."

"Thank you~"

"How did you feel about the performance just now?"

"It's very good, it's just the sound of nature." Gu Yuan gave the two of them a thumbs up, "But, what are you doing? I thought I went to the wrong classroom."

"Isn't there going to be another art festival soon? The two of them plan to continue to be the top names of the literary club at this art festival."

"Top card?" Everyone looked at Feng Ziqiu together.

"Oh no, no, no, it should be the oiran."

"Oiran?"

"No no no no no no, it's..."

"You want to say, signboards..." Gu Yuan decided to save the poor man who was about to be killed by his eyes, so he immediately helped to change the subject, "So, you want to participate in the performance at the art festival? But I remember Hasn’t the program list been set long ago? I saw them rehearsing yesterday. It is said that the schedule is very tight, and every node is just right. There should be no room for adding programs... Could it be that you put Yuxuan Was the president kidnapped? But even so, Yuan Xiao wouldn't agree, would she?"

"No, the two of us have no intention of performing on the stage in the auditorium." Qi Yu shook his head.

"Then where are you going to be?"

"There." Qi Yu pointed to the playground outside the window, "The terrain is open and the sun is shining brightly, isn't it nice?"

"The terrain is open and the sun is shining, which is really good, but..." Gu Yuan clicked on the magazine shelf next to the door behind him, took out a newspaper from this morning, and flipped to the page of the weather forecast, "but Not every day is full of sunshine, it may also be rain and snow. From December 12th to 11th, cloudy to sleet, and the probability of precipitation is 14%. "

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, snatched the newspaper from Gu Yuan's hand with a snap, checked it again in disbelief, and found that what Gu Yuan said was indeed correct, he collapsed all of a sudden, but the On the contrary, Liu Qingsi looked relieved.

"Hey...how did this happen?"

"When planning an event, it's best to do a good job of research in advance. Speaking of which, didn't it snow on the day of the art festival last year? Could it be that Qi Yu, who is usually the most cautious, doesn't have any plans for this?"

"That's not true, it's just that if it snows or rains, we have to arrange it here again." Qi Yu pointed to his feet, with a helpless and disappointed look on his face, and Liu Qingsi, who had let out a long sigh, heard this sentence Then his eyes suddenly widened, and he bared his teeth and claws at her side face.

"So, how are you going to spend this art festival?" Qi Yu asked.

"Self-study." Feng Ziqiu said.

"Sleep." Chen Ying smiled.

"Watch the show." Jiang Lu blinked.

"Me? Just like last year, accompany Chi Yu around." Gu Yuan yawned, "To be honest, I can't believe it's the art festival again. It feels like yesterday that Qingsi was being yelled at the door yesterday." Surrounded by believers, in a blink of an eye, the two of you are going to sing... um... edelweiss."

"Oh no, don't you mean that you are going to spend this art festival separately like last year?!"

Qi Yu clapped his hands on the table and leaned forward.

"That's right..." Gu Yuan's upper body leaned back, "Is there any problem?"

"Of course there is a problem! We are a group. We have missed last year. We must firmly seize this opportunity. We want everyone to celebrate this art festival together. Otherwise, there will be no such event next year." Here's the chance!"

"Huh? Why don't we have this opportunity next year?" Chen Ying interrupted her, "We will still be here."

"I don't know. There are ups and downs in things, ups and downs in people, and something will always happen."

"Xiaoying is right, I will be here, she will be here, Ziqiu, Jiang Lu, you, and Qingsi, everyone... Oh, sister Zifeng may not be able to come, she has already graduated by then, but, At least we'll all still be here, don't think too much about it."

"You are all right, but..." Qingsi took off the bass from her shoulders and put it aside to lean against the window lattice, "I think we should really celebrate the art festival together this year, although I don't think so. We will be separated, but next year, it will be the third year of high school. At that time, there will always be one thing or another that trips everyone up, and maybe it will be difficult to find time for everyone."

"That's right, that's what I meant." Qi Yu nodded frantically beside him, "Anyway, you don't have anything particularly important, so let's gather here together."

"I have no objection, what about you, Ziqiu?" Chen Ying looked at Feng Ziqiu.

"Me neither." Feng Ziqiu said, looking at Gu Yuan.

"Me? I don't care, but I don't know what Chi Yu thinks yet." Gu Yuan turned his head to look to the left, Jiang Lu lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, "Jiang Lu, what about you?"

"Ah, me?" Jiang Lu didn't seem to expect that she would be asked, "I'm fine."

"Okay, then I'll go back and ask Chi Yu for advice."

"It's a good habit to ask family members for advice before making a commitment."

This long and lazy voice sounded like that man. Gu Yuan sighed softly. He knew that Chen Ge would come, and he would definitely bring a glass of milk. He just didn't understand why the timing of this guy's appearance always so coincidental?
Not just Gu Yuan, but everyone in the Literature Club once wondered whether Chen Ge secretly hid behind the door to eavesdrop on their conversation every day, and then chose the most unexpected and embarrassing time to come in.Given that the corridor outside the door can be seen at a glance even if you stand at the door of the library, this suspicion is reasonably rejected.Only Qi Yu firmly believes that Chen Ge has the ability to turn herself into a piece of paper. She said that only in this way can she explain why this guy is always elusive.

As for the glass of milk, everyone thought it was very strange at first, but later it became commonplace.Since the end of the last textbook drama competition, Chen Ge, who used to drink coffee everywhere he went, has never touched coffee again, and everyone has never seen the silver-white mug again. Instead, it is He takes a glass bottle with him wherever he goes, which is always half filled with milk.

The milk cup is like his microphone, and the white and moist cylinder is like the organ he uses to produce his voice, which can slowly make the voice that makes people love and hate.

"Chen Ge, what are you going to do on the day of the art festival?"

Gu Yuan called his name directly, which was also Chen Ge's request. He said that as long as they are not in the classroom, or other places at other times, they are friends. Since they are friends, there is no need to add "teacher" after the name. "That word.

"I don't need to be a judge this year, and I don't have any other tasks assigned to me in the school, so I have to say, I'm free." Chen Ge smiled slightly, "However, you don't have to force yourself to invite me to your party Now, I will arrange myself, so you can enjoy your time."

"Is Teacher Chen Ge really not going to our party?" Chen Ying raised her head and asked, "It will be very interesting."

"No, I have my own arrangements to see some old friends."

"Old friend?"

"Yeah, old friend, just like you, I have a group of friends who get along very well." Chen Ge said with a smile, "However, as we grow older, the time we can get together will indeed become less and less. The less you have, the more you should cherish the present time. Well, that’s the end of the chat, and it’s time to check and accept the writing results of the week.”

If one were to use an idiom to describe the Literary Club at this moment, it would be:

Mourning is everywhere.

(End of this chapter)