The group's beloved wife: She is the phoenix, she is the king

The past that is too painful to look back on is a shattered soul. ——Inscription

Fan Nuoxi, who was in the room, naturally heard it all clearly. Fan Nuoxi just felt very tired and regretted again getting involved with Dongfang Junyan.

Unfortunately, there is no if, only what we see and experience now...

The place where Dongfang Junyan kissed me felt hot and strangely familiar...

Maybe the Dongfang Junyan outside the door and the Dongfang Junyan in Qingwan Town are the same person, and like her, they travel between two time and space!

Some things seem to be getting more and more complicated...

Outside the villa, a force emerged from Dongfang Junyan's wrist and turned into a red-gold dragon, slowly enveloping Dongfang Junyan and uttering a soft whistle. Dongfang Junyan completely fainted, but did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

There was another whistle, and Dongfang Junyan's figure slowly disappeared, and Dongfang Junyan's car also disappeared...

Everything eventually returned to calm, but no one knew about it, and naturally no one else saw it.

Just because it all seems so isolated from the world...

The noise of Fan Nuoxi's return naturally attracted the attention of the three little ones. Seeing Fan Nuoxi, who was so elegant when he left, but looked a little embarrassed and even weak when he came back, they couldn't help but worry.

"Sister, what happened? Why do you not look so good? And your mouth looks like it has been bitten by a bug." Feixia blinked her big eyes, her tone unable to hide her worry. When she mentioned the mouth, she even pointed at her own mouth.

"Sister, are you okay?" Fei Ji looked at Fan Nuoxi worriedly.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Cong Huan frowned.

"Sister, why don't you speak?"

Feixia stepped forward and pulled Fan Nuoxi's sleeve.

Yujie looked at Fan Nuoxi's lips thoughtfully, while Hao Zhuo paced back and forth anxiously.

"I'm fine." Fan Nuoxi lowered her eyes, obviously unwilling to say more.

After giving a few snacks that he had bought not long ago, Fan Nuoxi returned to his room on the pretext of being tired.

After a simple bath, Fan Nuoxi went to the study room of the villa.

Looking at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, Fan Nuoxi walked forward and took out a slightly yellowed brown notebook from a seemingly inconspicuous place. Probably because it had not been read for a long time, some dust had accumulated on it.

I took out a tissue and slowly wiped the dust off it, and a few words gradually came into view - "A brief talk about the past."

At the top of the notebook are labels of different colors, which either contain time, words that hint at events, or express moods.

Fan Nuoxi took the notebook and slowly sat down in front of the desk. He looked at the notebook with a slightly frowned brow. His hand kept stroking the notebook, as if hesitating whether to read it or not.

After an almost imperceptible sigh, Fan Nuoxi still opened the notebook.

Each page seemed to carry a lot of information, recording many things that Fan Nuoxi had experienced, whether happy or sad, fearful or worried...

There are also many old photos of Fan Nuoxi, or other things...

On the first page of this notebook were written these heavy words:

Under my skin, I am covered with scars. Others recall their youth as beautiful and infinite, but mine is painful. I was slandered and tried to clear up the rumors. I was threatened, intimidated, and stalked. I was afraid of being stared at. I had my hair pulled, slapped, and had my hair glued together with toothpaste and chewing gum. People said to me, "Why don't you just die?", "There must be something hateful about pitiful people," and "What you've been through is just the tip of the iceberg."

I am always being held hostage by morality: I am excluded, laughed at, and isolated; my dignity is trampled upon; I am given all kinds of obscene nicknames; I am used and then discarded; I am dragged out to be cannon fodder; I cry in the middle of the night; I cry every day; I try to prove myself, but I am suppressed and denied; a beam of light suddenly shines into my dark life, I am afraid and hopeful; I am betrayed by so-called friends; I watch others laugh and laugh, but I am out of tune with the pain; I am labeled with all kinds of labels; I am rumored to have all kinds of scandals;

When I talk to people, I am told that I have a fragile heart, such a melodrama, and that I am fine now. I am told that everyone makes mistakes, and you should try to forgive them. I feel like I am falling into an ice cave and cannot feel the warmth in warm weather. I finally take a step, but am thrown into the abyss again. When I think of the past, my body is filled with pain...

There are countless me like this, but I can't put together a complete and sound me...

Fan Nuoxi read this text, and her fingers gently stroked the tear marks left when she wrote this text. She remembered the helplessness, grief, despair, and suffocation she had felt when she wrote this text...

She obviously shouldn't have been hurt, but why should she have to endure such great pain?

For some reason, Fan Nuoxi clenched his fists and forced himself to finish reading the written conversation he had written, including the old photos.

But her heart ached, her throat was filled with bitterness, her mind kept thinking about her past self, and she felt sad every time she breathed in...

When his eyes were focused on a group photo, Fan Nuoxi looked carefully at the people in it.

She was the only one with a cold look in her eyes, while the people around her were smiling happily.

After looking at the time of the photo and the name on the back of the photo, Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but clench his fists.

This photo is none other than a group photo taken at an event in high school.

What kind of event was that?

Oh, it’s a quiz competition organized by the school.

When the head teacher told everyone to actively participate, some girl in the class took the lead and said, "Of course, Fan Nuoxi should go for this kind of thing. After all, Fan Nuoxi is very good! Don't you agree?"

"I agree."

"With her ability, she will definitely not bring shame to our class."

"Teacher, just let her go."

"She is so outstanding, this kind of thing must be easy for her to accomplish..."

……

The voices of response came one after another.

"Everyone, be quiet. Be quiet." The head teacher standing on the podium raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

At that time, Fan Nuoxi was concentrating on doing her homework. When she heard everyone recommending her, Fan Nuoxi frowned impatiently and drew a few strokes vigorously on the draft paper with the tip of her pen.

These guys are so good at arguing, why don’t they go by themselves?

Were their heads squeezed by the door?

Or was it intentional?

When everyone gradually quieted down, the head teacher walked down from the podium and came to Fan Nuoxi's desk, saying in a respectful tone, "Fan Nuoxi, everyone thinks you are good, why don't you represent our class?"

These words made Fan Nuoxi feel a little embarrassed.

"Teacher, I don't want to go."

Fan Nuoxi put down the pen in his hand with a determined look on his face.

"Just give it a try. It's settled. Fan Nuoxi will represent our class in this quiz contest."

Who would have thought that the head teacher just glanced at Fan Nuoxi and then announced the contestants in front of everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a warm applause.

Voices of encouragement and congratulations were heard constantly, but to Fan Nuoxi they sounded extremely harsh.

"Fan Nuoxi, come on!"

"congratulations……"

"..."

Fan Nuoxi glanced expressionlessly at everyone's gloating and guilt-free expressions.

A chill spread from my heart to my limbs, and all the sounds around me seemed so noisy and unpleasant.

"Tear--"

Fan Nuoxi tore the drawn draft paper into pieces.

After class, many people came to "care" about Fan Nuoxi again.

Among them are Luo Yan and Lin Shan.

"Everyone is very optimistic about you, so please don't bring shame to our class." Lin Shan smoothed the hair by her ears and smiled maliciously.

"Can you please stop ruining the mood like this? Stop adding unnecessary pressure to Fan Nuoxi, okay? Don't disturb her, let her prepare for the competition."

Luo Yan looked like he was thinking about Fan Nuoxi completely, and he persuaded the people surrounding Fan Nuoxi to return to their seats.

"Just prepare yourself well. I won't disturb you any more." After saying this, Luo Yan returned to his seat.

……

When the day of the competition arrived, after a brief opening speech from the host, the contestants quickly took their seats.

Fan Nuoxi lowered her eyes and glanced at the people in the audience, especially her class, and her eyes gradually became cold.

They were laughing happily and commenting on the contestants, looking very happy.

Turning our attention back to the competition stage, the contestants looked at each other or exchanged a few words.

After the game started, the competition was fierce for a while, and the score gap between the contestants was not large.

One link after another, the difficulty increases when it comes to the next stage, and the gap gradually widens.

Fan Nuoxi naturally got two questions wrong, and she could hear a disdainful voice from somewhere in the distance, "Tsk, I thought Fan Nuoxi was so capable? She's just so-so, she even got such a simple question wrong. If it were me, I would definitely not lose these few points."

……

After the results of the competition came out, Fan Nuoxi won second place.

To some people, it was like, “Before the competition, I guessed she would get second place, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

"If I can answer those simple questions correctly, I'll definitely get first place. If I go, I might do better than her, and I can also win a prize for the class."

Such things are heard all the time.

Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but curse inwardly: What a bunch of hindsight experts and hindsight experts!