my you

I can't tell if it's more distressing or more regretful.

Anyway, as long as he thinks of Fang Sheng, Lu Ding will feel a pang of uneasiness in his heart, and he can't get rid of it.

That was the person he loved the most besides his family.

That was the most energetic young man.

But was sent to such a ghost place.

Lu Ding sniffed, leaned against the head of the bed with the pillow on his upper body, and stared at the camera installed in the corner.

The circle of red light was too dazzling in the dark.

He bowed his head silently and smiled self-deprecatingly.

It was he who killed Fang Sheng.

Without him, Fang Sheng would still stand alone on the court and make free throws, would still eat alone and attend class alone, would still participate in the Youth Games and win the championship smoothly...

It would be nice if you didn't have yourself.

Thinking like this, he just stayed up all night without falling asleep.

Most of the time I spend staring at the ceiling, or picking at the wall, or picking at the paint on the table legs.

Before the wake-up bell rang the next day, Lu Ding heard someone open the door and come in, and turned on the lamp on the table.

The blinding light suddenly illuminated the small dark room, and Lu Ding had no choice but to cover his head under the quilt.

He lifted a little corner of the quilt, and looked at his watch with a glimmer of light that came through.

At 57:[-], it was just dawn.

"Don't forget you still have thirty laps to run today."

Lu Ding didn't speak.

"If your legs and back still hurt, you can run less."

"Teacher Yang, can I run twenty laps today?" Lu Ding lifted the quilt and sat up.His black short sleeves had been buttoned up last night, so he didn't even have any clothes to cover his body.The redness and bruises on his back were exposed to the air, and it hurts just to look at it, not to mention the more beatings on his legs.

The bruise left by the beating on the leg before hadn't disappeared, and the new one was stacked on top of it, and Lu Ding almost hurt when he moved.

"Okay, let's get up and finish the run before breakfast." Teacher Yang walked over to pat him on the back, and in an instant a small ball of paper slipped past his back and landed lightly on the bed.Then Teacher Yang continued as if nothing had happened: "If you don't have short sleeves to wear, don't wear them underneath. Just put on a jacket. I'll find you a new short sleeve before you go to bed at night."

"Okay, thank you." After Lu Ding finished speaking, he grabbed the fluorescent green dress and put it on, and when he put on his pants, he stuffed the paper ball into his trouser pocket.

After washing my face, I wanted to push my glasses out of habit, only to find that the glasses on the bridge of my nose were gone.

I don't know where it fell when I was running last night.

Although the vision is a bit blurry, it doesn't affect much. Anyway, the teachers in class are basically reading from the book, and there are almost no other places that need to use glasses.

Generally, no one would come on the playground, unless he was physically punished like him.

Lu Ding stood on the red runway, his eyes habitually swept around.

There are only a few cameras.

He ran, unrolling the ball of paper while avoiding a camera.

To be precise, two notes.

——I'm fine, don't read.

This neat and clean font, written with a blue ballpoint pen, looks like Fang Sheng's handwriting at first glance.

There is also a note with a standard black body and the smell of printer ink:

——The first place in the monthly exam of each class can get the opportunity of a week of duty every month. During the duty week, you can hang out in the yard without class.

Lu Ding was almost untenable in the last five laps, not only because he touched the place where he was beaten, but also because he ran too many laps and his legs were so sore.

Gritting his teeth, he walked slowly for the last few laps, but still missed breakfast time.

When Lu Ding dragged his sore and sleepy legs to the cafeteria, only one or two dining windows were left open.

There are two cabbage buns in one of the windows, and the other window has been wiped clean and will be closed soon.

fortunately.

There are also two vegetarian buns.

Lu Ding walked towards the teaching building with two steamed buns in his hands. When he got to the classroom, the class was already halfway through. He was still sitting next to the trash can, listening to the class while gently turning the pen in his hand.

A few minutes later, a boy in another corner of the classroom started to scratch his hair and let out a low growl, which really shocked Lu Ding.

The teacher went over to pat the boy on the face, said something in a low voice, and someone came and took him away.

During the whole process, no one in the class spoke. They quietly looked down at their books, deaf and indifferent.

Only Lu Ding wanted to stretch his neck to see what happened to that person and where he would be taken.

The teacher also obviously noticed his actions, and specifically pointed at Lu Ding alone, standing on the podium and scribbling an explanation.

That person was taken away because he committed "Internet addiction".

Lu Ding suddenly found that after he came, he had neither heart-scratching discomfort, nor insomnia or depression, as if there was no emptiness in his heart without the game.

When Teacher Yang came to deliver the clothes at night, Lu Ding turned his back to the camera and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yang, do you know that I don't actually have an Internet addiction?"

"You shouldn't have come here, wasting resources."

"so?"

"So I hope you leave quickly, this is not a good place."

Lu Ding nodded.

"Your parents sent books, saying they are Xingdafa's textbooks for the next semester." Teacher Yang moved in a cardboard box from the door, "They mean that you can study on your own so that you can catch up with the first semester of your sophomore year after you go out. The final exam, and your exam this semester will not be able to catch up with the back-to-school exam, even if it is a make-up exam, so prepare to retake it next year after you go back."

Lu Ding flipped through the few textbooks casually, and the aroma of new books came to his nostrils.

He really misses the days when he could sit and study in the classroom.

At least it's better than here.

"Then, during this period of time, should I treat it as a suspension of school or ask for leave?"

Teacher Yang shook his head, "I don't know."

"Okay." Lu Ding moved those books to the table, and when he was about to write his name on the title page, his name was already on it.

It was written by Fang Sheng.

Lu Ding raised his face in surprise, "This..."

"Twelve o'clock at the latest." Teacher Yang's tone was cold, and he made a look in the direction of the camera, expressing that he didn't want to answer his words.

Lu Ding suppressed his joy and opened the next book.

There are also.

"I will study hard."

After Teacher Yang left, when Lu Ding took out a textbook to read, he found a piece of paper tightly clamped in front of the first page, which was cut to the same size as the book. It was impossible to see such a page from the outer cover. wrote:

(Lu Ding,

Nothing, just want to chat with you.I wrote this while I was writing the inspection, I don’t know if I have a chance for you. )

Lu Ding smiled, this silly thing must have met Mr. Yang moving books, I don't know what method he used to keep the pile of books for himself, not only helped him write the name on each book, but also put the The pages were cut and clipped in.

(I just got in the car that day when I saw my parents coming in from the station in a hurry. They found me and dragged me under the car. I guess you hadn't gone far by then.)

Lu Ding thought about it, he did see a couple with very different styles in the bustling crowd, but no one could have imagined that they were Fang Sheng's parents.

(My grandfather was sitting sullenly in the back seat of the car, beating them whenever he saw them grabbing me.

My grandpa said that people in the village saw it, and it started spreading nonsense since we went back together. It wasn't until we left that someone tipped my parents off.

Shocked! An unknown athlete actually gave up the game when it was approaching the game. Whether this is a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality, please approach Xiaofang for an explanation.

Brother, I miss you. My treatment for the previous month was useless. Since I saw you once, I can't help but start thinking about you again.

The paper is too small to write on. I will talk about it next time. )

Before he knew it, Lu Ding's tears had filled his eyes. He raised his hand to grab the safety buckle hanging around his neck, and squeezed it hard.

Tears dripped in large swathes on the white letter paper. The paper is not absorbent, and most of the tears stay on the surface of the paper. When the hand holding the paper is tilted, those pooled tears will pour down along the lines. Down.

Lu Ding turned his back to the camera in the room and tore off a piece of paper.

When he stepped on the site before, he found a dog hole at the end of the iron fence, and that hole was the only place where he could connect the ring net and the ring...the end of love, and it was not locked.

Lu Ding cut the paper into a square.

At first, when Fang Sheng gave him the pile of candies, he made a very beautiful flower basket.

If he just stuffed a note into the dog hole, the cleaning lady would definitely think it was garbage and sweep it away immediately.

He folded for a long time and only folded out one petal.

Not quite right.

How did Fang Sheng stack it?

At that time, he only focused on the face outlined by the soft light and the beautiful hands.

Beauty is bad.

Lu Ding smiled, and took apart the four-shaped flower basket.

I hope that the flower basket with the note can stay safely in that dog hole, and I can see the reply letter written by Fang Sheng next time he is on duty.

It's stacked like this.

Lu Ding folded it in half along the crease, and squeezed the nearby marks in twos and threes.

Fang Sheng must be able to recognize it at a glance.

He glued the handle to the basket with spittle.

Lu Ding laughed twice in his heart.

See, Fang Sheng will definitely laugh when he sees this ugly flower basket that explodes.

The handle is just for decoration and cannot be lifted yet.

If it rains, it's all gone.

Fortunately, the ballpoint pen will not smudge when exposed to water.

Lu Ding took the small piece of paper left by tearing up the square just now, twirled the pen twice, and carefully wrote on it:

(I miss you too baby.)

He turned his back to the camera in the room, hid the flower basket in his arms, and quickly hid in the quilt.

With the cover of the quilt, Lu Ding felt a little more relaxed.

He pretended to accidentally flip the quilt over on the ground, and with the motion of scooping up the quilt, he stuffed the flower basket under the bed.

The whole movement was done in one go, and there was no deliberate affectation at all.

If you want to send a letter to Fang Sheng, you can only get the weekly quota.

If you want to leave here, you can't escape, you can only rely on the "satisfactory treatment effect" on the final report.

The author has something to say: the mind is full of value-added tax, corporate income tax, personal income tax...

Harmful, addicted to study, unable to concentrate on writing.