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Chapter 167

Chen Canlan opened it, and the warm and hot sentences in the letter drove her crazy. She felt that her body was dominated by an uncontrollable force, and she couldn't say it was simple anger. Tian can use such passionate sentences, why does little Mo Tian like Yu Fan?Why would a little girl like her compete with her for Yufan?Why?
That day, little Motian helped everyone fetch water and run errands as usual, Chen Canlan looked at her in a different way—look, she usually pretended to be pitiful and considerate , In fact, there is a heart worse than anyone else behind the scenes.

Chen Canlan was still young at that time, and didn't know how to use more advanced vocabulary to describe her behavior, so she could only simply plan it as "good" or "bad".

Chen Canlan sometimes wondered what would happen if Xiao Motian made a fool of himself now, she wanted revenge, and a conspiracy was quietly brewing in the silence.

That day, the students had just returned from physical education class, the classroom and the students were very hot, the windows were open, and the whole classroom exuded the breath of summer. Xiao Motian had just returned from buying popsicles with a few classmates, and his face was still red. With a bright smile.

Chen Canlan's school uniform and short sleeves are still neat and tidy, in fact, every piece of her clothes is like this - no one will be an exception, because words related to "beautiful" are not suitable for her. Pass.

It's time to go to the big break soon. At this time, the students are relatively free.

Chen Canlan turned around lightly, and walked to the podium with extremely light steps. Her voice was extremely sweet, and she had the same voice as the hostess of the radio station without deliberately imitating it.

Chen Canlan deliberately cleared his throat: "Students—welcome to listen to FM 995 MHz, Fate Sky Emotional Radio Station—the emotional story I want to play for you today is——"

It immediately attracted the attention of the whole class—they all turned their heads, clapped their hands, applauded, and whistled, and several male students behind stood up.

Little Mo Tian froze in place and didn't know what to do. She didn't know what kind of medicine Chen Canlan was selling in the gourd. Never before had so many people applauded and cheered for her. Chen Canlan stood on the podium right here At this time, as if everyone made a quiet gesture, everyone in the class chose to shut up unanimously.

Everyone heard that Chen Canlan's voice was too similar to the hostess of the broadcasting accent.

Completely immersed in her sweet voice.

"Let me introduce to you, the talented girl from Class [-] of the third grade——Lu Motian!"

There were several booing voices in the class, one after another exclaimed, "Wow," several male students in the back had stood up, applauded, and applauded one after another.

Little Motian didn't know why, but with a calm and calm face, he clasped the schoolbag behind his back tightly.

Chen Canlan's voice was full of subtle tact, "Listener friends, let's listen to an emotional story about Lu Motian." As she spoke, she took out the letter paper, pink letter paper, standard girl's favorite color.

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. I don't know what you are doing. Missing is like this bright moonlight, pouring all over the ground. My loneliness and loneliness are all shrouded in this foggy unknown——Missing, yes A very mysterious thing, I really want to ask you, at this moment, will you miss me?"

Chen Canlan read a few words in a cadenced tone, and the whole classroom exploded with booing, shaking the entire floor. Several boys in the back row began to knock on the table, and the students in the next class also started to probe into this "lively" place. The classroom pays more attention.

No one saw the colorlessness on little Mo Tian's face.

"Chen Canlan——" the squad leader's voice sounded like a sharp object piercing the glass, making a sound like sore gums. "Is Lu Motian writing poetry?" The boy showed horror and burst into laughter.Chen Canlan frowned, cleared his throat, "Everyone, keep listening—"

"Your voice is as melodious and melodious as a cello. Whenever I toss and turn at night, I will miss your voice, 'Little Mo Tian', how I like to hear you call me like that——Yufan, brother!"

Thunderous applause!Accompanied by doomsday-like cheers and strange screams, echoing on the walls of the classroom, more and more people watched the excitement at the classroom door!Only a very small number of female classmates looked at Lu Motian's unresponsive face, and couldn't help laughing.

The cheers were like celebrating a major festival. Amidst the dizzy shouts of the turbulent waves, little Mo Tian seemed to have been pressed the pause button, motionless and dumbfounded, watching everything that happened around him.

Little Motian clenched her fists secretly. On such a bright sunny summer day on the shadow cloth stone, she remembered the first time she had the scorching sun above her head, the embarrassment during military training. Eyes, praying silently, hurry up, imagine a cool scene, it seems that no matter how difficult the time is, it will pass, but this time, this time, she can't close her eyes, why is there anything more difficult than military training in this world? matter?
Chen Canlan's voice is like a windmill, flowing in all directions, thin and sharp, like an awl, mercilessly piercing into little Mo Tian's heart and keeping the deepest and most untouchable soft sentence, "I really feel like Become an invisible bird, a small animal, so that you can put me in your pocket, I want to be with you all the time, Brother Yufan, I will be secretly sad when I see you sad, and I will be sad when I see you happy The happiness will be doubled, but there will be a faint inferiority complex in my heart, I know, when you are happy, you will not pay attention to anyone, including me of course, you are so shining, many girls like you —— Yu Fan elder brother--"

Go to hell, little Mo Tian heard the voice hidden in his heart amidst the hilarity of exclamations.It's so clear, go to hell, little Motian didn't know what "hate" was at that time, at that moment, this new synonym appeared in her world, and it grew in the dark soil for a long time.

Go to hell, the relief from the prayer just now has now turned into a secret curse.

go to hell!Bitch!When you were dying, you finally foamed at the mouth like a dog and begged for my forgiveness. I will ruthlessly step on your trembling dog's legs.

why don't you dieChen Canlan, damn it, you're just a pleading bitch thrown into the gutter!

At the climax of the endless cheers, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, little Motian couldn't believe his ears, and laughed like a rainstorm that stopped at the beginning of the rain without any sign.

From the door, little Mo Tian saw that it was Yu Fan who came in. He came in when the class was the happiest. He didn't understand it at first, but when he understood, he walked up to the podium, grabbed the few pages of letter paper and snatched it from Chen Canlan. Chen Canlan stubbornly refused to back down, and the two were fighting silently and fiercely like some kind of young beasts - people around them quietly watched them.

The thin piece of paper was torn apart in the scramble, and the fluttering paper was like hexagonal snowflakes flying all over the sky.

"You are too much!" Yu Fan said.

Yu Fan's eyes, in a fluttering snowflake-like piece of paper, carried a cold breath, she looked at him fiercely, that was also the face she wanted to like day and night, she purposely said angrily to him , "You actually favor Lu Motian!"

"I don't favor anyone, I don't agree with anyone." Yu Fan looked at Chen Canlan, "I just look down on you bullying people like this."

Chen Canlan panicked and understood that she was being compared, but she was still young, and she still didn't understand any emotion in the world, her pale expression was frozen in the ice and snow, it was obviously hot summer, but Chen Canlan felt that it was true. It's so cold, a teenage girl—when she started talking nonsense, she didn't understand, she was sad.

"I just can't understand her, what can you do? I just want to bully her. What can you do to me? On the surface, you look honest. How do I know that with you, Yufan, behind your back, you look pitiful to everyone? The way she looks, I get annoyed when I see her, and I want to slap her every time I see her!"

"Chen Canlan, which onion do you think you are?"

Yu Fan casually said this sentence.

Then he walked up to Xiao Motian, looked into her eyes, took her hand, and said softly, "Let's go." Xiao Motian followed him away in a daze.

In the stunned silence, only the sleeping person in the corner repeated what happened just now, "It's really the female version of Quasimodo and Esmeralda." Another voice corrected, wrong: "Yes Wu Dalang and Esmeralda..." Then there was another burst of laughter.

Amidst the burst of laughter, Chen Canlan was secretly glad that he didn't see her expression.

The rudimentary transformation of little Mo Tian's true outlook on life was changed that afternoon with Yu Fan.

At that time, Yu Fan, like many adolescent boys, was immersed in his personal heroism just now. He walked in front, thinking that he was giving himself military training, and when he looked up at the sky, the originally melancholy blue At this moment, it was covered with a layer of showing off.

But if his peripheral vision was long enough, he would be able to see behind the brilliant orange sunlight - there was a faint blue shining on the person behind him.

If he didn't indulge in his simple hymn of heroism, he would be able to hear the little girl behind him sighing in silence. Little Motian understood that coming out with Yufan this time was equivalent to abandoning the group behind him, equivalent to Let yourself be stripped away in full view, and walk into a desperate situation where you can't retreat.

But the hopeless situation is not only as gorgeous as described in the story of Taohuayuan, but also has a tragic and heroic taste at this moment.

"Take me away!", "Come with me.", "Let's go." See, from a boy like brother Yufan, it dazzled little Motian, this is how she prayed countless times. The scene of hope! "Let's go!" "Let's go!" Why do I like this extremely sloppy word so much!
(End of this chapter)