Ding Ming walked out of the ballroom with the classmates, and asked Zhou Zhengyu sideways: "Brother Yu, today's dance is really exciting, what's your name?"

"Savage Disco." Zhou Zhengyu said with a smile.

"We used to dance disco too, why is it different?" Li Yaolin asked.

Zhou Zhengyu explained: "It used to be an old disco, but today this is a disco for young people."

Nie Jun retorted mercilessly: "Blow it, you just, the disco used to be played by young people is just a different type of you."

"If you don't believe it, let's bet!" Zhou Zhengyu suddenly became unhappy.

"Bet on bet, what to bet on?" Nie Jun said.

"The lost package will wash clothes for one month!" Zhou Zhengyu said.

"Okay, it's settled," Nie Jun smiled, "Old Song knows a lot, let's ask him to go!"

In fact, both of them have a little knowledge of disco, and they don't know that this savage disco came from Europe, and that it has just become popular in the United States.

"Huh, where is Lao Song?" Zhou Zhengyu looked everywhere.

Wang Bo said: "He was dancing with a beautiful female classmate before, and I don't know where he went."

Peng Shengli was still savoring the kind of refreshment he had never had before, shaking his ankles and said: "I saw him go out."

Several people and their dancing partners came to the entrance of the ballroom. Wang Bo pointed to the distance and smiled: "Isn't that right?"

Li Yaolin said, "That's Lao Song's girlfriend. I saw it when I danced. It's pretty."

The light was relatively dim, Zhou Zhengyu walked a few steps forward, and finally vaguely saw clearly, and said in surprise: "That's Teacher Lin from our department! Old Song is so awesome, so he became a teacher as a horse!"

"What is a horse?" Peng Shengli asked.

"Ma Zi is a girlfriend," Ding Ming helped explain, with a look of admiration, "Brother Yang is not an ordinary person."

Zhou Zhengyu sighed: "I saw that he had a problem with Teacher Lin, but I didn't expect it to happen!"

Nie Jun said: "I guess they used to be lovers, the hero and heroine of Qianzhihe mv."

Peng Shengli worried: "Does the school allow teachers and students to fall in love?"

"What are you afraid of? The school doesn't care." Zhou Zhengyu smiled.

The buddies didn't bother in the past, and each sent the dance partner to the dormitory, and Song Weiyang naturally had to send Lin Zhuoyun.

In the 1990s, there were not many street lights on the Fudan campus, and occasionally there were a few broken, causing many places to be completely dark.

Song Weiyang could only take out Dahan Xian and use the faint light of the pager to explore the way.

"Ugh!"

Lin Zhuoyun exclaimed, but stepped on the gravel and almost fell on the spot.

Song Weiyang quickly held on and asked, "Is it okay?"

Lin Zhuoyun moved her ankle joint and said with a smile: "I didn't get it, it just hurts a bit."

"I will lead you away." Song Weiyang held her hand, feeling a little cold.

In the darkness, Lin Zhuoyun pursed her mouth and smiled, and the warmth from her hands seemed to be immersed in her heart.

As he walked, Lin Zhuoyun leaned forward, shook her hand with Song Weiyang, and tucked Song Weiyang's arm with the other.

This is exactly a couple walking at night, Song Weiyang suddenly became a little tangled, not knowing how to handle the relationship between the two parties.

As a normal man, and still in the throbbing period of seventeen or eighteen years old, Song Weiyang was already panicked. It is almost impossible to let him be a monk for ten years and wait for the little wife of his previous life to grow up.

Of course, Song Weiyang can also find his first girlfriend, in the Chinese Department of Shenghai University. The place belonged to the Fudan branch school ten years ago. The distance was very close, and it was only a few stops by bus. But Song Weiyang knew very well that they were inappropriate, they were both stubborn personalities. They tolerated little things and never quarreled, but they always disagree when encountering big things. They are irreconcilable, and it's fatal.

So, should I just find a girlfriend?

Song Weiyang is not that kind of casual person.

Lin Zhuoyun is not bad, with outstanding appearance, gentle temperament, smart and generous, innocent and innocent, she can be called an ideal girlfriend. But it was just a little bit of a heartbeat, so Song Weiyang couldn't help but lack the passion that couldn't wait.

Song Weiyang recalled his entire life, as if he had never had any passion for love except for his first girlfriend. When he was in his first love, he was hurt more severely, and his second girlfriend made various unreasonable troubles. His passion was burned out long ago. Marrying his little girlfriend just wanted to settle down.

Perhaps in terms of feelings, he has become hard-hearted.

"Heh!" Song Weiyang laughed at himself suddenly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Zhuoyun asked.

Song Weiyang said: "I laughed at myself as hypocritical, always thinking of pursuing perfection, pursuing that kind of illusory things."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "It's great to pursue perfection."

"Nothing is perfect in the world." Song Weiyang felt it, and he suddenly communicated.

With Song Weiyang's current wisdom, concentration, vision and aesthetics, it is estimated that he will never be able to find a girl who stuns him. That kind of desperate impulse for love will be insulated from him in this life, which is the inevitable price of maturity.

Lin Zhuoyun felt a little inexplicable for this kind of unprovoked sentimentality. She found that Song Weiyang seemed a little lost, so she smiled and said, "I'll sing you a song."

"Okay." Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun leaned on the man’s arm and walked forward, singing a cappella: "oh, mydarling, i&039;vehungeredforyourtouh"

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, and the lyrics meant "Oh, my dear, I long for your caress."

Before she finished singing, Song Weiyang laughed: "Suddenly sing the theme song about human and ghost, are you cursing me?"

"Song Weiyang!"

Lin Zhuoyun was very angry, and said with a smile: "The good atmosphere has been destroyed by you, can you be more serious?"

"Okay, you continue to sing." Song Weiyang smiled heartlessly.

"No more singing, I'm not in the mood," Lin Zhuoyun turned her head away, and twisted after two steps. "You come to sing. You must sing a song that I haven't heard before, and you must sing it well."

Song Weiyang said: "How do I know which song you haven't heard?"

Lin Zhuoyun rarely played a petty temper: "I don't care, you have to sing anyway."

"Okay, then the first song is interesting, you must have never heard it," Song Weiyang yelled, "putting on big-toed leather shoes, thinking of my grandfather, walking through the snow-capped grassland and stepping on the enemy's belly. These big-toed leather shoes were passed to my father, and they crossed the Yalu River and broke through the 38th line of defense. Hey hey, the ancestors of our heroes are not afraid to go forward bravely."

"Hahahaha," Lin Zhuoyun was amused for an instant, "What messy songs are you singing!"

Song Weiyang looked innocent: "A serious song, remembering the ancestors and criticizing reality. I haven't finished singing yet, do you want to listen?"

"Then you continue." Lin Zhuoyun sighed with a smile.

Song Weiyang yelled again: "Hey hey, revolutionary traditions cannot be changed, cannot be changed, and cannot be changed. Year after year. Beautiful ladies and gentlemen, wearing beautiful leather shoes, many of them are imported goods, from Japan and the United States. I wear big heads. Leather shoes, walking on the bustling street, although a little inconspicuous, you must step out of dignity. Hey, think about our ancestors, not afraid to go forward bravely, I wear big-toed leather shoes, walking on Dad’s street, although a little inconspicuous, but also To get out of the dignity of the Chinese people"

Although the lyrics have become serious and contain deep meaning, Lin Zhuoyun just can't help but want to laugh.

The tune of this song is so joyful!

Song Weiyang was about to talk when the two suddenly stood up under the tree on the side of the road. A man and a woman, seemingly a couple, the man said: "Classmate, your song is really interesting, can you teach me?"

Both Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun were taken aback. The black lamp suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"It's late, let's make another day." Song Weiyang said.

"Then what's your name? Which class? I'll find you!" The man persevered.

"My name is Zhou Zhengyu, a freshman in the Department of Social Studies, see you tomorrow!" Song Weiyang waved goodbye.

The man couldn't see what Song Weiyang looked like at all, and waved his hand: "Student Zhou, see you tomorrow!"

Lin Zhuoyun was led by Song Weiyang to trot all the way, and it took him a long time to stop. He laughed and said, "Song Weiyang, you are too bad!"

"You slander me, how can a kind person like me be bad?" Song Weiyang said shamelessly.

"You are the bad guy! The big bad guy!"

Lin Zhuoyun was suddenly facing Song Weiyang, squeezing his face with her hands and rubbing it, like a girlfriend flirting with coquettishly.

Maybe it feels too intimacy like this, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com Lin Zhuoyun rubbed a few times and was a little embarrassed. She pulled her hand shyly and said, "Well, we're almost at the dormitory ahead, so please send it here."

Song Weiyang looked at her with a smile.

Lin Zhuoyunfang's heart was beating wildly, and she blushed: "You speak, don't stare at me."

Song Weiyang still didn't speak, and directly bowed his head and kissed it. He is connected, and it would be nice to find Lin Zhuoyun as a girlfriend. It is easier to fall in love with this girl, and it should be easy and happy to get along with her.

The moment Lin Zhuoyun was kissed, her muscles stiffened and her hands were raised in the air not knowing where to put them. After a few minutes, she broke free abruptly, panting, "Asshole!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Your lips are chapped, let me moisturize you."

"There are street lights here that will be seen. If you want to kiss you, you should go there too!" Lin Zhuoyun said, dragging Song Weiyang to the dark place.

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