This time, Song Yi saw clearly that the tattoo was only used to cover a scar. Gu Xingchuan had a rough and uneven long scar on his waist. Judging from the pale color of his new skin, this scar had been around for a long time.

Song Yi didn’t feel comfortable asking about such private matters, so he made a guess. With such a tyrannical person as Gu Xingchuan, there were still people who would dare to use a knife against him, then they must be tired of living.

This person has enough courage.

Song Yi finished washing the pants and dried them before he impatiently threw them to Gu Xingchuan. “It’s getting late, put them on and go home quickly.”

Gu Xingchuan remained calm and composed, dressed in a leisurely manner, like a model preparing for a catwalk. “Song Yi, has anyone come to your house?”

“Why are you asking this?” Song Yi’s voice was displeased.

“Your house is so messy, you’ll lose your face in front of everyone.” Gu Xingchuan said without shame.

Song Yi squinted his eyes and said, “I won’t lose face. It’s none of your business.”

Besides, his home was not chaotic, it was just a few days of not cleaning up. It looks quite clean, why should Gu Xingchuan be picky about his habits.

Gu Xingchuan fastened his buttons and casually asked, “Has Cheng Song come before?”

Song Yi was not foolish. He smiled and deliberately mocked. “Gu Xingchuan, you asking this question is like you are in love with me.”

He didn’t think that Gu Xingchuan was in love with him, although, he was very charming, Gu Xingchuan like Shen Li, he was obviously his type.

Saying these was just to disgust Gu Xingchuan.

Gu Xingchuan was stunned for a few seconds, glanced at Song Yi’s sneering lips, and snorted disdainfully, “Don’t be shameless. Don’t gild your face, I won’t like you.”

“I feel relieved when you say that,” Song Yi said with a relieved expression, smiling. “Otherwise, it’s just your behavior. I’m really worried that you have a deep affection for me and can’t handle it yourself.”

Gu Xingchuan pursed his lips hard and said coldly, “Stop being narcissistic. The one I like is Shen Li.”

Song Yi smiled and looked at him with interest, “I’m really curious. What do you like about Shen Li?”

Gu Xingchuan’s face didn’t look good, he took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and said seriously, “The Summer Wind was written for Shen Li. Have you heard of it?”

Song Yi had a slight impression, since although he didn’t actively listen to Gu Xingchuan’s songs, there were always people around him listening. This song, “Summer Wind,” was dubbed the first love song and became popular on various music platforms in the past few years.

Gu Xingchuan leaned over and looked at him gently. “On the first day of my transfer, he passed me by on his bike. I didn’t see his face clearly at that time, but I saw the famous brand on his shirt. Later, I saw him, just like I imagined.”

In the summer breeze, it was the scene where he met Shen Li for the first time. In the summer of July and August, cicadas chirped, and a young man wearing a white shirt rode a bicycle. His black hair rippled with the wind, and the gentle breeze blew the hem of the young man’s clothes, revealing a thin and soft waist. It was like Muse lifting the veil in front of him, and Gu Xingchuan understood for the first time what beauty was.

This scene left a deep impression on him for many years, with summer, a white shirt, and a young man riding a bicycle, bringing together all the beautiful words of first love.

Song Yi looked strange and coughed a few times. “You said it was the first time you met Shen Li, and he was riding a bicycle?”

“Hmm.” Gu Xingchuan looked at Song Yi and observed his expression.

Song Yi’s mouth twitched and remained silent for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and saying, “It’s pretty good. Youth always brings spring.”

He couldn’t bear to tell Gu Xingchuan that Shen Li didn’t know how to ride a bicycle at all.

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