silent me, silent us

The life of an elite is, well, unassailable.

At this time, the sky has turned into a magical moment of purple and orange.

The driver, Uncle, drove him to a single-family house residential area in the suburbs and left.

Pushing open the carved iron gate, Ye Guang took out the key and opened the white gate after passing a carefully crafted small flower garden.

After returning home, the first thing that catches the nose is the attractive aroma, and then the hot food on the table.Four dishes and one soup, the staple food is fried rice noodles, his favorite home-cooked dish.

The figure who was still busy in the kitchen looked extraordinarily warm, it seemed to be the smell of mother...

"Master Shao, wave it here, wash your hands and eat." With a thick Indonesian accent, the dark skin backed up with a mouthful of shining white teeth broke up this ideal puzzle.

After saying hello, he put his schoolbag in the room and changed into his uniform. Ye Guang knew that today was only him and Maria's dinner again.

Ye Guang's parents are very busy, because they both work as managers of foreign companies and often travel around the world.

Although they spent more than ten times less time at home than Maria, they did not see each other often.

Thanks to 3C products, no matter where Ye Guang is, he can meet his parents through computer and 3G phone.

But sometimes, Ye Guang would have the illusion that his parents might be AI artificial intelligence.

If he could not see the "noumenon" occasionally, he would almost believe in his own speculation.

Because they are really busy, they can’t talk for a long time even if they have something to say. Usually, when he finished reporting how he ranked in the section test and what great achievements he has made in school, the signal will be cut off, and he will say "You That's great" I couldn't hear it.

At this time, the lack of "qi" is particularly serious, and he is used to it.

"You are so helpful, Mr. Shao." He added a bowl of rice noodles to him, and heard him talk about his recent election as the student council president. I don't know if Maria understood him, but she always knew how to respond in a timely manner.

"Thank you, Maria." He took the bowl and looked at his favorite home-flavored fried rice noodles. His mouth curled up, but he felt that the smell was a little bit bitter.

On this point alone, Maria is a little more humane.

After dinner, I sit in the living room to revise my political views, check the time, and then take out the white booklet and go out to study.

The reason why he didn’t want the driver, Abozai, was because the cram school was not far away, and also because Abo’s Taiwanese language was more unbearable to him than Maria’s Indonesian accent.Except for the long distance to school, he really didn't want to share the car with the chatty Abor.

The road to the cram school is downhill, with lush green trees and street lights on both sides.

In the height of summer, seeing green trees is always relaxing.

The bicycle didn't even need to be pedaled much, facing the wind, and arrived at the cram school all the way smoothly.Before entering the corridor of the cram school, he naturally absorbed a lot of energy.

"Ye Guang, you took the No.1 exam again! You are really arrogant!"

The male student with a mosaic on his face punched him on the left shoulder and teased him with envy, and Ye Guang automatically replaced the word "arrogant" with the word "powerful".

It seems that not only the school, but also the first incense for the mock exam of the noble cram school is also inserted by Ye Guang.

Nonsense, who else but me.

While thinking this way in his mind, he slowly raised himself in the small universe, gradually growing like an inflatable doll, but he on "earth" ran in the opposite direction and raised a humble smile, speaking of humility that would not attract anyone's attack respond.

"No, good luck." Luck is the best shield, and he always uses it to make money.

After the students with mosaic faces left, they met several mosaic men and women from other schools one after another on the road. Ye Guang always said "Thank you, no, good luck" to their vague looks. and so on.

Talking about it will make your mouth dry, but your heart will be satisfied.

It is always a pleasure to be congratulated, no matter how sincere.

Finally walking into the classroom, Ye Guang felt his chest was full.

That's right, it's not as empty as when you were talking to the video, it's not as empty as when you were ignored after school today - that drug addict!

Quickly washing away the shame he received today, Ye Guang walked to the first row and sat down at the seat closest to the podium.

If you want to comment on the people who brought him emptiness, you can only say that they "do not know what is good or what is bad".

Opening the textbook and listening to the cram school teacher's hard work explaining the symbols on the textbook vividly, Ye Guang raised his head and smiled.

He remembered Oda said a Taiwanese saying, "If a person is weak, grow gourds, lettuce and melons" (Taiwan)... Although he still doesn't understand the difference between the two plants, anyway, when people are extremely weak, they can grow anything. Can't grow it.

Thanks to the students in the cram school, Ye Guang was full of gas until 09:30 in the evening, but at a certain moment when the class was over, he was completely vented again.

Ye Guang never knew that he could inflate and deflate so many times in one day. He only knew that when he left the gate of the cram school and saw the parking rail that was originally placed with a small fold was pulled out with the car and the pole and disappeared. What a devastating weapon that sense of astonishment was.

His B label white lacquer limited edition "Rotterdam" ah ah...

Just like being obsessed with the big sister's beautiful legs, boys in this period always have an inexplicable attachment to the word "limited", even elites are no exception to be restricted.

No matter how he was hit in the heart, he could only take a deep breath and take another deep breath, trying to keep calm.

The life of the elite is impeccable, and this embarrassment of being stolen must not be shown anyway.

Just like the pants are torn, you can only clamp your buttocks to find the next shelter.

Ye Guang grasped the strap of his schoolbag tightly with his right hand, tried to say goodbye to every passing classmate with an elegant smile, walked to the left with firm but vain steps, stopped in the middle of the walk, turned around and walked to the right, and decided to go the other way. One way home.

He was afraid that when he walked on that slope, he would think of the stormy memories he had with "Rotterdam", and he would cry out...

Ye Guang pinched his nose to force himself to cheer up.

Walking on the road that I don't usually pass by, I feel a little lively.There are many snack bars near this aristocratic cram school, whether it is breakfast, lunch, dinner or even supper.The group that eats the most in the universe is the developing teenagers, and the one with the most money is of course another identity of these developing teenagers—high school students.

It was the time when the cram school was over, and almost every snack bar was full of people. Except for those who were picked up by their parents or drivers at home early, there were quite a few people who stayed for supper.

Ye Guang looked around casually, and expected to receive a few more admiring glances, but he was not in the mood to gather energy, and just barely maintained a mechanical smile and walked mechanically.

Although everyone seems to be paying attention to him, in this group of groups, it seems that I am alone.

The breeze at night blows his bangs... Even such an ordinary thing can make him feel that he is the only one in the universe.

There was no one else but him alone.

"Ye Guang, why are you here?"

Suddenly, a strange, ethereal voice found him through the small noisy crowd.

Ye Guang turned his head slowly, focusing his distracted eyes.

A boy wearing an apron and carrying side dishes stood in front of the noodle stall and looked at him.

The man looked familiar, but he certainly didn't know him.

Helped him also put a mosaic on it, gave him a smile, Ye Guang turned and left.

"What's the matter with you?" Gently, sent to the ear along with the wind.

It was such a plain greeting, but it aroused his choking emotions for no reason.

It's not that you are so good, you are so good, I admire you so much, I admire you so much, but "what's wrong with you".

Elites actually have to hold their heads up no matter what, but this is the first time that Ye Guang squatted down and curled up in front of everyone.