sip the sky and you

Li Yu knew the answer himself.

He has the feeling of inferiority complex himself, and he can understand Shu Yao's mood very well.It's really not such a big deal for a fan to be trampled on, but the other party's evasive attitude and cold apology are really like a steel knife, piercing people's blood.

But what about low self-esteem?Nobody can be that confident all the time.

Li Yu has always buried his inferiority deep in his heart. I know it, I think I am humble, but I will not let others know or let others think that I am humble.

So low self-esteem, is it a big problem?

Li Yu smiled lightly.Anyway, I am also a person, my low self-esteem can't affect anyone, it can only be suppressed by me, and it affects me occasionally.Not a problem at all.

He really wanted to tell Shu Yao: No one likes you, and you don't like yourself, so what does it matter?You just have to do what you like, as long as it doesn't affect others, can you hide yourself as an invisible person and keep restraining yourself?At least a little free and easy, but also let yourself like yourself.

No one likes people, too many.I'm one of them, you're one of them, and many more.

When sitting in the convenience store, Li Yu was a little unmotivated.He even nodded carelessly when the clerk asked him if he wanted a cucumber lime juice to go with the curry rice.

Li Yu looked at the drink worriedly, he really hated the taste of cucumber.And after eating curry rice for too long, I'm tired of it, and it's time for a different taste of rice.

Ah, a little annoying.

At this time, Cheng Yin smelled a scent just as he entered the door. His mother was cooking.Cheng Yin walked over, leaned on the chopping board and asked, "Are you cooking today, Mom?"

Cheng's mother said happily: "Let your father rest, I will show you and your father today."

Cheng Yin looked into the pot expectantly: "What shall we eat?"

Cheng Ma replied coldly: "You eat what I do."

Cheng Yin rubbed his nose, "Hey, whatever my mom says is fine." He went to the living room, sat down on the sofa next to his dad, and there was a gourmet show on TV.

Cheng Yin watched it for 2 minutes, swallowed, gave his father a thumbs up, and said in a low voice: "Dad, you are still smart. When you eat later, just think about the dishes on the TV show, and your appetite will increase." Zhen, I promise to give my mother enough face."

Dad Cheng laughed and coughed a few times, "Don't talk nonsense, your mother is pretty good at cooking."

Cheng Yin turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and said quietly: "It's not like I haven't eaten before."

Cheng's mother's level is only enough to feed her hunger, but Cheng Yin still has a good appetite when eating, and eats a lot.Cheng's mother proudly raised her eyebrows at Cheng's father, and motioned him to look at Cheng Yin, who was devouring her food. Cheng's father smiled and picked up a chopstick of shredded fish-flavored pork, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

Cheng Yin suddenly looked up at Dad Cheng, "Dad, are you free before I go to school this afternoon?"

Dad Cheng nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Why don't you make some red bean cakes for me, I'll bring them to Fang Yuan in the afternoon. He has recently broken up in love and is dying every day. He loves your red bean cakes the most, I'll bring some to him as a condolence to the widowed old man. "

After hearing this, Cheng Ma immediately patted his head, "Little Fang Yuan is so cute, you speak ill of others behind his back all day long, you little brat! Why are you so wicked."

Before Cheng Hua had time to say anything, Cheng's mother covered her mouth with a sneer and said to Cheng's father: "Look, puppy love is so harmful. Fortunately, no one likes our son, and it affects his study."

Cheng Yin was so angry that he stuffed shredded fish-flavored pork with a large chopstick into his mouth, but the dish with too much vinegar made his eyes and nose wrinkled, and he said vaguely: "Who said no one can see me?" Come on! Your son is so handsome, don't you know!"

"Ouch!" Cheng Ma looked at his ferocious face with disgust, "That handsome son, among the little girls who like you, do you like any of them?"

Cheng Yin answered quickly, "Of course not."

Cheng's mother turned her mouth to one side, and gave him a meaningful look, "Really."

Tsk, Cheng Yin was slightly startled, his mother was so shrewd, she was almost caught in a trap, so she said with a straight face: "Puppy love affects your studies."

Cheng Ma lowered her head and ate her meal, completely disbelieving his nonsense, "Huh, there are so many nonsense."

Cheng Yin reluctantly chose to remain silent, only looking at Dad Cheng.

Dad Cheng smiled and smoothed things over, "Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, is it normal? I'll add a little more milk later, and make more. Xiaoyuan likes milk that has a strong milk flavor, right?"

"He just tastes like milk, just like a primary school student." Cheng Yin said.

Cheng Ma tapped him with her chopsticks, "You are not the same!"

Cheng Yin touched his nose, but it wasn't there.

Fang Yuan really lived up to Cheng Yin's expectations, he was really a sentimental boy, he came to school early, he didn't read or take a nap, he lay on the table and looked at his fingers.

Cheng Yin leaned over abruptly, and asked in a low voice, "Does your hand look good?"

Fang Yuan was taken aback, and immediately jumped up to confront the person behind him, Cheng Yin twitched his lips, looked at his hands that could be compared to a gun under conditioned reflex, "It's useless."

Seeing him, Fang Yuan pulled the "trigger" with his thumb, then blew on the "gun muzzle" built by his index finger, and said coldly: "You are useless."

Cheng Yin pushed him back to his seat, "Why don't you just become an actor? Is our school's stage enough for you to perform?"

Fang Yuan said wearily: "If you don't deserve my award, you won't be in the entertainment circle. It's too enviable. I still like to keep a low profile."

Cheng Yin hooked the corners of his lips, and put a box of red bean cakes on his table, "It's still hot, finish it quickly."

Fang Yuan grabbed it and put it under his nose to smell it, "Uncle Cheng made it! Red bean cake?"

Cheng Yin glanced at Li Yu's seat, "Well, keep your voice down, just eat it yourself."

"What's the matter?" Fang Yuan also looked over there, "You've gotten quite close to Li Yu recently."

Cheng Yin patted him on the shoulder, "I'll tell you later. I'm going back to my seat."

There were two Chinese classes in the afternoon, and Teacher Yang's gentle voice really made Cheng Yin feel a little drowsy.

He pinched Qin Lang's thigh, and Qin Lang almost jumped up in pain.But the good baby Qin Lang only stared at him, then pushed his glasses and listened to the class with his head up, ignoring him.

Cheng Yin poked his waist again lonely, Qin Lang really jumped up.But fortunately he was thin and timid, so he didn't make a big fuss.

This time Qin Lang sent Cheng Yin a deadly eye knife, and then turned around again.

Cheng Yin stared at his profile, thinking about his next plan.Qin Lang suddenly turned around and looked at him cautiously.

Cheng Yin couldn't help laughing, "I won't poke you."

Qin Lang looked at him suspiciously for a while, but still felt unreliable, and turned to give him a look every few minutes, Cheng Yin kept welcoming his gaze with a warm smile like a spring sun.

However, this smile is the true inheritance of Fang Yuan's actor.There is a hint of malice in the innocence.

So Qin Lang always suspected that he was acting restlessly, fidgeting and guarding against him.

Cheng Yin secretly smiled maliciously.

It feels so good to be stared at, I can't fall asleep at all!Well, listen to the class carefully!

Teacher Yang is a very self-cultivated teacher.After he began to listen carefully to the Chinese class, Cheng Yin gradually realized this.

Teacher Yang is completely in line with people's perception of Chinese teachers.He exudes a calm demeanor, and when he lectures, he always quotes from the classics and speaks well, feeling a bit like a writer.

Even if some students don't like her class, they are still convinced by this person.

And she didn't just focus on the textbooks, she often printed some articles that were not in the textbooks and put them in class.This point is easy to conquer the students, at least it proves that she did not teach for the sake of teaching, and most of the students who are angry youth will feel much more comfortable in their hearts.

"The ancients respected the words 'kuang, huan'. The lunatics make progress, and the ruthless don't do anything." Cheng Yin raised his eyelids and listened carefully.Teacher Yang went on to say: "I dare not say that I am a madman, but I am sure that I can do something." Her voice was gentle, but firm.

Cheng Yin was immediately attracted by these two words.

Crazy people make progress, but those who are blind do nothing.

Cheng Yin recited this sentence silently in his heart, chewed it bit by bit and swallowed it.

I heard that when the vernacular was popularized back then, its simplicity and clarity overcame many people's views on classical Chinese.

However, those who are indifferent to Chinese, such as Cheng Yin, can also taste the short, powerful, and endless aftertaste of classical Chinese.

When he knew that "The Song of the Yue People" was a poem expressing feelings between men, he searched it on Baidu when he became interested, and came across another very short poem, "Song of the Waiting People" in a related recommendation:

Waiting for people Xiyi.

Tsk, reading this sentence is like holding a rose in your mouth.Not only has the bloody and sensational embarrassment, but still sends out inexplicable affection and timelessness.

After the times have changed, many things seem to have lost their original flavor.

But Cheng Yin can always find his own understanding from these outdated languages ​​that everyone dislikes.

He propped his chin and looked forward, thinking blankly: Waiting for someone.Waiting is boring and uncertain, but it has a kind of hazy poetry.

What exactly he couldn't say.But suddenly, as if he had been teased, his thoughts drifted away.

The leaves outside the window are shiny, jumping in the wind and glowing white.

He suddenly felt that the wind was very close, and there was a strange sound in his ears. It was the wind blowing from an island, with the brackish sea, mixed with the sound of dolphins jumping out of the water.The sea water overflowed to the beach and then retreated slowly. The sound of the waves was very calm, and the world was far away.

Cheng Yin took out a sketchbook from his schoolbag, and carefully sketched on it.

He drew a fish.

Fish that spit bubbles.

Staring at such a small fish, Cheng Yin laughed out loud.

The volume is a little out of control, but fortunately, get out of class is over.But Li Yu turned his head to look at him, and Cheng Yin held up the painting to show him.

Li Yu looked at it for a long time before moving away, and said as if sighing: "There is a very magical feeling. 'Sometimes I think of an isolated island surrounded by boundless sea water.'"

"Huh?" Cheng Yin was a little unresponsive.

Li Yu bent his eyes, "It's beautiful. The effect of drawing with a ballpoint pen is also very good, and your grasp of the strength is very precise."

"What do you think from the screen alone, how does it look?"

"It reminds me of the moment when the 'Ode to Joy' is played slowly in the fourth movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. It is very infectious and has a very pure beauty, and I want to spit bubbles." Li Yu used Speaking in a very sincere tone, spitting out the three words "bubbles" is very cute.

"Wow. You, a scholar, made me feel so advanced." Cheng Yin laughed, then tore off the page without hesitation, neatly trimmed the edges, and handed it to Li Yu, "Then I'll give you the little fish. "

Li Yu took it with both hands.His eyes lit up, "Suddenly I want to drink Coke."

Cheng Yin snapped his fingers, "I'll buy it!"

Li Yu immediately followed him and stood up, "I'll go with you."

"It's okay. The commissary must be crowded right now. Don't you hate crowds? Just wait." Cheng Yin said indifferently.

Li Yu opened his mouth, paused for a while, and then opened his mouth: "Have you discovered all this?"

Cheng Yin smiled smugly, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were indented coolly, "Teacher Cheng's observation ability is amazing." He shook his hand and walked out of the classroom quickly.

Li Yu sat back in his seat.A little dazed.

On the table is Cheng Yin's painting, Little Fish Spitting Bubbles.

He picked up the painting and put it in his schoolbag. After thinking about it for a while, he took it out carefully, put it in a notebook and put it in again.

He really has never received any presents from friends.

Li Yu spread out a notebook, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote a short poem:

When the stars are twinkling, sparkling

burst out of the water with a splash

you are sniffing the distance

The fragrance of reeds on the island

Can't hide the returnee's body covered with cold frost

He used to be your resting stream flowing quietly

Now the wind and dust are rushing to the ocean

The days of waiting are always the same as usual

Just like who can tell where is the sky and where is the water at night

Who is who's hometown or far away

After putting down his pen, Cheng Yin just came back, carrying a few cans of Coca-Cola, his cheeks were flushed, he was running too fast, and he was still panting.

After sitting on the seat, Cheng Yin took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.

He took out two pieces of paper from the desk - he snatched them from Fang Yuan last time, Cheng Yin carefully wiped the mouth of the Coke can, and handed it to Li Yu.

Li Yu took the Coke he handed over, thanked him, opened it and took a sip.

Cheng Yin stood up again, and put a jar for Jiahui on her desk.

Jiahui suddenly raised her head from the pile of books, and laughed after seeing clearly, "Can I have a drink?"

"Yes." Cheng Yin made a fake gesture of pushing her glasses, "Take a break! After class, I'm still playing hard and studying, and my glasses are about to fall off when I keep my head buried."

Embarrassed, Jiahui pushed up her glasses and stuck out her tongue, "If you don't study in summer, you'll be a pig in winter."

Several people laughed, Cheng Yin distributed the coke to Qin Lang and threw it to Fang Yuan, shouting: "Fang Yuan heard, read more to know!"

Fang Yuan took the Coke, raised his little finger at him, and ignored him because of Uncle Cheng's red bean cake.

Qin Lang asked desperately, "Is there no Pepsi?"

Cheng Yin frowned.

"Coca-Cola is the real taste of Coke! What are you drinking Pepsi, you son of a bitch."

Qin Lang was born with a lack of nerves, so he forcibly ignored Cheng Yin's sudden strong offensive in Sichuan dialect, and said to himself: "I have a friend who said that he can tell the difference between Pepsi and Coca-Cola. I have never believed it."

Cheng Yin didn't take it seriously, "Pepsi is so bad, so of course it's easy to tell the difference. Do you understand the differences between clouds and mud?"

Qin Lang raised his face, and continued, "I had a lot of lucky money last year, so I played with him a lot." He said in a relaxed tone, "I bought him 100 bottles of Coke! The two kinds of Coke have the same amount, pour 100 in a small cup and ask him to tell me the difference."

"As long as there are enough samples, it shouldn't be too much difference from the perspective of probability." Li Yu was also a little interested.

"He closed his eyes to distinguish carefully after he took a sip, and then told me which was which. He looked unprofessional." Qin Lang suddenly smiled secretly, "But I bought all Pepsi! Hahahaha!"

……

The rest were silent.

silence.

Silence is gold.

Qin Lang laughed happily by himself, covering his belly with one hand and slapping his thigh with the other.

When he had almost calmed down, Cheng Yin said to him with sympathy: "You stupid boy, do you think you are bored?"

At this time, Jiahui couldn't help laughing, nodded and said, "I agree."

Li Yu didn't speak, but performed a standard polite smile.

At this time, the atmosphere was very good, Li Yu was gentle, and he had too little experience in getting along with his classmates so enthusiastically. Li Yu was like a small firework that was ignited, and he burst into the sky, brisk and floating, and at the same time I also feel that the world outside the fireworks tube is very strange.

He didn't know what happened for a moment, his mind became hot, and he handed the notebook just now to Cheng Yin, "Can you think of a name for me?"

Cheng Yin took it over, glanced at him first, looked at him a little surprised, then sat upright, and shouted at him: "Wait for me! I want to read it carefully first."

Li Yu felt that this was very comfortable.He used to occasionally write something in school, articles or poems.

But when he first shared his inspirational works with other students, the other students would always be amazed, and then said loudly: "Awesome! Write poetry! Literature and art! Awesome!" In the end, everyone in the class knew it and borrowed it Read his notebook.

In fact, who really read the content seriously?

Later, the teacher copied his test composition and distributed it to all the students in the grade.Li Yu looked at the students who enthusiastically praised him, glanced at the printed materials casually, and then threw them hastily into the desk.

Not everyone does.

But since then Li Yu has come to understand that sharing is not something that can be done if you are happy and others are happy.Sharing depends on the object and the specific content.

Sometimes sharing leads to friendship, and sometimes sharing leads to envy or dismissiveness.

Sensitive as Li Yu, always afraid.

He didn't intend to cause the "peer pressure" of others, but he also faintly noticed the extra sensitive and delicate feelings of boys and girls in this period.

At this moment, Cheng Yin raised his head and asked in an inquiring tone: "You really want me to name it?"

"Hmm. What's the matter?" Li Yu said.

Cheng Yin scratched her hair, "I think it's really well written. Can I really name such a beautiful poem? This task is so important."

"You can think of anything," Li Yu said.

"Then can I name it fish? Fish is written in the poem, and I just drew fish. And I think the word fish and the image are very beautiful. It is very similar to the feeling conveyed by this poem." Cheng Yin said expectantly.

There is another sentence he didn't say: the days of waiting are always normal.This sentence hit him, and he vaguely understood the four words "waiting for people Xiyi" a little more.

Li Yu smiled, "Okay, let's call it a fish."

"Hey, Xiucai, did you get the inspiration to write this poem after seeing my painting?" Cheng Yin suddenly felt a little proud.

Li Yu thought for a while and said, "You can say that."

Cheng Yin clapped his hands lightly, Teacher Cheng is really amazing.Not only did he create lovely fish paintings, but he also contributed to the creation of fish poems.

Tsk, as expected, Chinese is about to become a master.My mother can write poetry directly!How can I be so good!

Cheng Yin was delighted, and asked again: "Then why did you ask me to name your poem?"

Cheng Yin secretly thought: Do you think Mr. Cheng has a high literary quality?A scholar has a good eye.

Li Yu was stunned for a moment, he hadn't considered this question, it just happened to have such an idea.

He smiled, looked at Cheng Yin and said slowly: "Cheng Yin, the Chinese teacher said to reciprocate. You gave me a painting, and I will repay you with the name of a poem. Is this fair?"

Cheng Yin felt that his heart had been smashed, but the bottom of his heart was soft cotton, and he felt dizzy from the blow, like falling into a cloud.Why didn't he realize that the word reciprocate is so beautiful?