Cheng Yu pointed at the screen: "The projector is pregnant."

"No, don't make any sound." Xue Youka sat next to him, "I will cover your mouth if you make any sound again."

In the silence, the screen gradually brightened. It was a photo of the livehuse stage taken from the auditorium. The person in the middle was Lin Shimao, the person behind the drum was Cheng Yu, and the neon sign of ScrPI was above it.

What follows is a short video clip. The environment is so noisy that even Lin Shimao's gentle and magnetic voice cannot be heard clearly.

A date and text appeared at the bottom of the screen: "My roommate the Rat took me to see Scorpio's show."

Then they were in the rehearsal room of T University. Xue Youka posted the photo of Cheng Yu that he had taken. The text was: "In order to take a cover photo for the school magazine, I worked hard for a long time to get the WeChat account of the Macau Drum King."

Cheng Yu seemed to realize what this was, and suddenly said: "I remember if you blocked me at that time? Write it down."

"What? I have never done such a thing! You deleted me! Don't confuse right and wrong!"

"..." Cheng Yu remembered it when he reminded him and immediately fell silent.

"Then I want to add it," Xue Youka said in the dimly lit room, "Go back and create a file again. On x month x year, turb blocked my WeChat account."

Cheng Yu still didn't speak.

Then came other photos. From the time they met until now, he sorted out all the photos and videos in the backup. It was the first time he went to a music festival with Scorpio, the first time he went abroad, and he took pictures under the blue ice.

Yu was surprised to see so many photos of himself, and his heart warmed up, but he said, "Xue Mimi, are you a crazy person, secretly taking so many photos of me?"

"You're so handsome, why don't you let me take pictures?"

"Do you know how much my photos cost outside?"

"have no idea."

"Look at the angle of death you took. Did you shoot it with my nose in my nose?"

The photo he pointed at was exactly what Xue Youka liked very much. There was light in the photo, shining through the car window glass on Cheng Yu's profound profile, and outside the foggy window was the clean Lake Baikal.

Cheng Yu grabbed the palm of his hand. When he turned his head, his eyes were focused, but his voice was very soft: "I have to pay for the next time I take a secret photo. I'll slap the palm of my hand once I catch you taking a secret photo." Cheng Yu made a gesture and gave it a gentle slap.

"snort."

Because it was a private memory, Xue Youka did not send it to classmates in the photography club for help, or spend money to find a photographer to process it. Instead, he taught himself PR to process the video. However, the disc was burned online. After simply designing the packaging,

Delivered to hand.

From the time they met to the exchange in Oxford, these photos and short videos formed a complete love memoir, which lasted nearly an hour. At the end, Xue Youka sang a happy birthday song in the video and said happy birthday to my brother.

It seems that it was secretly recorded in the bathroom, and there are also noises of myself calling him outside.

Cheng Yu's heart was filled with warm softness, so soft that it seemed like it could turn into water and flow down with just a squeeze.

"Won't you sing to me in front of me?"

"My singing doesn't sound good." Because it doesn't sound good, I secretly recorded it. I recorded several songs and chose the best ones for him. Xue Youka said to him, "Don't you always say that I have a better memory than your grandma's grandma?"
Chapter completed!