Double sleep

Ling Rusi and he were actually the same as usual, the two sat face to face at the desk in the dormitory, one correcting homework and the other writing homework.

Occasionally reach out to pick up the opponent's hand on the table, fingers clasped.At this time, no one will look up, and the other hand should batch homework, batch homework, and write homework.

Calm and peaceful.

"Unexpectedly, do you still remember that elementary school classmate I told you about before, "Horror Bird"?" Ling Rusi looked down at his homework and suddenly asked.

After waiting for a long time before actually answering, he looked up at her and saw that he was looking at her in confusion, with deep eyes.

"Didn't I tell you? I probably told you in a dream." Ling Rusi answered the sentence calmly, and continued to correct homework with his head bowed.

Ling Rusi's elementary school classmates actually have nothing to do with "Han Haoniao", no matter in appearance, temperament or other things.

In the second grade, I transferred from a nearby town to Ling Rusi's class. At that time, the children were relatively simple and didn't have so many xenophobic thoughts. It was a process from unfamiliarity to familiarity among classmates.

After getting acquainted with each other, they also play and play together during recess and get along well.

One day the textbook told a story about the "Han Haoniao", the boy's name was Han Hao, so after class, everyone enthusiastically assigned this nickname to him.Han Hao was not angry either, he just smiled when everyone called him, looking honest and gentle.

One day, the head teacher suddenly held a fundraising activity for poverty alleviation in the class, and everyone knew that "Han Haoniao" was extremely poor.His father left early, and his mother suffered from polio when she was a child, and she crippled one leg. She had no formal job, and supported the family by helping others to do sewing and washing clothes for him to go to school.

Although the life is poor, mother and son rely on their own ability to earn money to live, and they are content.

During the fundraising, the students were very enthusiastic, asking the parents for the pocket money, the stationery they hadn't used, and the newly bought tutorial books.Everyone is working hard to contribute their sincerity full of childlike innocence.After school, the enthusiastic homeroom teacher took several class committee members to send the donated materials and money back home for student Han Hao.

Along the way, Han Hao's face was flushed, and it didn't fade until he entered the house.The young students believed that Han Hao must have been too moved.

After the fundraising, everyone still played and laughed as usual.It's just that I slowly discovered that Han Hao would get angry because everyone called him a nickname, and would fight with others because of a few innocuous jokes made by his classmates.

Every time he gets angry and loses his temper, some classmates will say a few words: "Why are you losing your temper? Everyone treats you so well and even donates money to you."

"That's right, really heartless."

In the second grade, how many boys and girls aged seven or eight understand what a conscience is, and these nonsense words are nothing more than gossip from adults after dinner.Children are good and simple, and bad are simple, they say what they hear.

As time goes on, Han Hao's personality becomes more and more withdrawn, and he becomes more and more out of tune with his classmates.

Later, when he was promoted to junior high school, most of the students in the class went to different schools, and Ling Rusi never saw Han Hao again.

At that age, she, like other classmates, once thought your family was so pitiful, everyone donated money and things to you, and she lost her temper at every turn, which was really heartless.

After many years, someone established a primary school classmate group.When Han Hao was brought into the group, some students said, I remember you, "Horror Bird".I couldn't see the expression in the WeChat chat, only Han Hao typed a line: It's been so long, I still remember that Ling Rusi got the nickname, I hope everyone will stop mentioning it in the future.

Ling Rusi saw that the chat records in the group were silent. In fact, even she herself didn't remember that she got the nickname.

She once talked with Ranran, saying that people are actually very complicated. Many children involved in fundraising at such a young age somehow developed a sense of superiority in their hearts, and the donated people gradually wore down their self-esteem over time.

At that time, I was too young to understand human affairs, and I learned from those sophisticated adults who blamed others for their conscience, and never thought about the self-esteem of others being hurt.

Ling Rusi asked unexpectedly: "How is the donation from your old class to Chen Liangliang?"

After listening to the story of "Horror Bird", he said thoughtfully, "Chen Liangliang doesn't talk much recently."

Ling Rusi: "Actually, there is no need to do such a fundraiser. If you really want to help him, you can communicate in private. Although Chen Liangliang doesn't talk much at ordinary times, he has a lot of thoughts. I'm afraid he will always feel that he owes everyone in the future. A piece of a dwarf."

Unexpectedly: "I also think this is not good. If it were me, I would feel very humiliated." She curled her index finger, scratched the back of Ling Rusi's hand between the two of them, and said softly: "Teacher , Care?"

Ling Rusi held down Ran's restless fingers with his backhand, and said, "How do you manage? I'm not Teacher Guan." Then, the conversation changed: "You ask Zhong Xin to go to class tomorrow to list all the students who participated in the fundraising. Come out, donate what and donate how much, let her do this, she is best at it."

"Then give the list to Chen Liangliang. If he doesn't want to feel that he owes everyone, he can write everyone an IOU and repay it when conditions permit."

"If, after he walks out of the society and succeeds in his career, he still remembers his original intentions, he will know what to do. If not, it doesn't matter, everyone will not remember those little money and things donated. But at least they will spend the rest of their classmates' time, All can be treated as equals.”

Unexpectedly: "Then what if he writes an IOU and everyone doesn't accept it?"

Ling Rusi: "What I told you is just thinking that if it were me, I would choose to do this. As for how you communicate and what he does in the end, that is your own business."

Ling Rusi finished correcting the last homework, closed it, tidied it up, and put it on the right side of the desk.Suddenly, I felt like an old lady in charge. She had to take care of the students' first love, and she had to help the students' psychological construction when they organized a fundraiser. It was really free and comfortable.

Every day I live again is a brand new day.

It turned out to be a brand new reality, it was the fact that they hadn't had time to get to know the green and young people during the more than ten years of their love.

Many people around me are also brand new, whether it is Wang Baolai, the strict and rigid head teacher, Li Tong who is shy and always wants to talk to her, or the shy or flamboyant children in the class.

It was as if she accidentally bought a lottery ticket and won a billion-dollar jackpot. The sudden luck made her dizzy.

Occasionally, in such an ordinary, peaceful and soft time, she would look at the beautiful flowers blooming around her, and she would have a dream-like feeling of trance. She was still waking up in that cold and desolate dream that turned the world upside down more than ten years later.

She remembered that in the first few years when she and Ran were together, the two always liked to hug each other and talk about each other's childhood stories, and then used her own fantasy to outline in her mind the appearance of her lover when she was young.

Probably always with a stubborn expression on his face, raising his immature head in the years, his glazed pupils, no matter in the past or in the future, are lingering with a clear brilliance, as bright as stars.

Actually, I often hugged her and said, I wish I knew you earlier, I kept you by my side from a young age, so that you can see that I am the only one in the world in your eyes, and you can't love enough.

Ling Rusi would always give her a blank stare, and tell her, you should be glad you didn't get to know me too early, I used to have a bad temper, and I would probably be beaten up by you eight times a day.My parents beat me eight times a day when I was a child.

Unbelievably holding Ling Rusi's face with both hands, saying that she is so cute who would have the heart to hit her, it's too cruel.

Ling Rusi didn't believe it, because when she grew up, she remembered all the things she did when she was a child, and couldn't help but want to rush back and beat herself up.

So, I forgave my mother who was compared to a wolf by myself when I was a child.

After all, few parents can bear to go home every day, which is comparable to the demolition site visited by Erha in groups.

However, how fortunate she was to appear in unexpectedly's life ahead of schedule.From a small seed in the soil, sprouts sprout, green and shiny, and grow into young people as bright as the sun.

It's actually the best time, no, it should be the best time when we have each other.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang unexpectedly, pulling Ling Rusi back from her wandering thoughts. Today is an in-class quiz, and she is not allowed to hand in the papers in advance.

Therefore, as soon as the bell rang, the students jumped up from their seats in a swarm, rushed to hand in the papers to the podium and rushed out of the classroom.

In two to three minutes, the children in the classroom were almost running away. Ling Rusi looked up, and there were only three or five heads left. After handing in the papers, they were still sitting in their seats, packing up stationery, and flipping through the books to check the answers. .

And unexpectedly, without even handing in the paper, he sat on the seat with his head supported on one hand and looked at her, his eyes were as bright as stars, and there was a faint smile on his lips, and he just looked at Ling Rusi so straightforwardly and unabashedly.

There is something called love in the eyes, which is so radiant that you can't stop it, it's so hot, let alone thousands of mortals lingering in the world of mortals, even the children of the world will be moved when they see it.

Ling Rusi only glanced at Jian Ran, his heart was pounding in his chest, his face was calm, but the tips of his ears were already pink.She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, walked to Ran Ran's desk, and took away the test paper that was pressed under her arm.

When Ling Rusi twitched, he exerted lightly, and the two of them pulled back and forth on a paper, until they saw that Ling Rusi was a little annoyed, then raised their arms and picked up the test paper and handed it to Ling Rusi, their fingertips twitched. When leaving, intentionally or unintentionally, she slid across the back of Ling Rusi's hand, with a smirk hanging on the corner of her mouth.

Ling Rusi was raising his hand to take a picture of Ranran's head, when he saw two stick figures drawn on the scratch paper under the test paper, with a round head on top of a slender body, one with three hairs on it, and one with no hairs on it. Mao, the hairless one is hugging Sanmao, and the round heads without facial features are stuck together. The painting style is extremely soulful.

The hairless one had an arrow pointing in his direction, and an arrow appeared on Sanmao's left side, facing Ling Rusi's position.

Ling Rusi couldn't help but look at the ugly stick figure that was so ugly that it was hard to describe, he laughed out loud, and finally put his palm on the top of his head, and rubbed it on the soft hair.