A single tree does not make a forest

Chen Si stared at a pair of beautiful big eyes, Song Beiqi gave a soft "um", a wall in his heart collapsed, stones fell to the ground one after another, hurting his heart, he thought: "I'm really tired of hiding, let me go Let's have sex this once."

She rolled her eyes twice, and slowly revealed a clear expression: "Bei Qi, is it because Lin Song is so kind to you that you have an illusion?"

"It's not an illusion." Song Beiqi shrugged his shoulders, feeling helpless to smash the jar after being forced to, "That's the thing. Can't you accept it? I can't accept it myself. In fact, no one else needs to feel disgusted. I myself It's disgusting too..."

I'm afraid that others will look down on me, so I say "I'm terrible" before others look down on me, and I probably won't be too disappointed in the end.

Song Beiqi thought that in his heart he didn't care who the outside world thought he loved, but no matter how precocious he was, he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he couldn't escape the limitations of human beings in the end.

"It's not disgusting." Chen Si said seriously, "I'm going to get angry if you say that again. It's not disgusting. If it's Bei Qi, you're not disgusting at all. Oh no, it's not disgusting if it's someone else. I said last time. , Let me think about it, the last time I saw a foreign documentary on China Central Television, it said that it was determined by genes, meaning it was born."

Chen Si weighed his words carefully, his eyes burning: "You can't hate your genes, and you have no right to hate them. You just have to...just be yourself."

Song Beiqi looked up at her in surprise.

Chen Si always likes to persuade herself while talking to others. After saying these few words, she has completely agreed with what she just said. Even 10 minutes ago, she might not have thought so.

She saw his expression and smiled slyly: "Don't look at me like this, just pretend to be gentle and indifferent as usual and smile. Don't be moved, it would be bad if you like me! Ah no, It's fine if you like me, and you don't have to suffer so much if you like me. Well, but, it may still be painful if you like me, because sister, I don't like you. "

After she said the last sentence, she smiled heartily, and Song Beiqi lowered his head.

The wind was blowing tightly, and the weather was so gloomy that it seemed that snowflakes were brewing. He felt that he could not breathe well, so he held it for a long time before he said softly, "Thank you."

The winter vacation in Xianshui No. 20 Middle School is always very short, adding up to [-] days before and after. It is impossible to work part-time. Song Beiqi began to spend every day in the library in the town. Lin Song occasionally followed him, and time seemed to flow back a year ago.

Simple days like this can last forever.

But judging from Song Beiqi's experience, as long as he cherishes it, it will not last long.

On New Year's Eve, Lin Song kept following Song Wanqin's buttocks with a playful smile.

Song Wanqin knew that he must have something to do, so she was lazy to talk to him, and finally saw him walking back and forth in the kitchen twice, blocking her from doing things, so she couldn't bear it and said: "Get out, wait for the oil to splash on you, and watch the New Year's Eve tonight." , It is impossible to go out!"

Lin Song lowered his head wearily, he had already made an appointment with Song Beiqi, and he was going to take him to a place today, but if he couldn't get out, everything was negotiable, he didn't want to face Song Beiqi and break the appointment again.

He made up his mind and was about to go out when Song Wanqin said, "Don't try to sneak away, just follow me after dinner."

Lin Song thought for a while and suddenly made up his mind: "I'm going to find Song Beiqi."

Lin Wanqin looked at him in astonishment: "The family who celebrates the New Year should also watch the New Year's Eve. Usually, it's not annoying enough. Are you going to bother other people's house on New Year's Eve?"

"Oh mom, you don't know!" Lin Song said anxiously, "His aunt doesn't care about him at all..."

Lin Wanqin's eyes were cold, and Lin Song curled her lips and lost her voice. She heard her say, "You already know what's going on in his family? I can get you."

After the reunion dinner, Lin Ruiqiang was called to the next door to play cards. Song Wanqin had been watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. There were people coming and going at home, and Lin Song was pacing in her room.

He thought about it for a long time, and it was a bit unrealistic to jump through the window. The window was covered with steel bars, but he didn't have the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to poke a hole in the ceiling, nor was he like Tu Xingsun who could escape through the dirt.

In the end, he took a risk. He saw through the crack of the door that the visitors had just walked away, and Song Wanqin had gone to the kitchen, so he sneaked into the living room and left.

Lin Song ran wildly all the way downstairs, Song Wanqin saw his back from the small window in the kitchen, and murmured: "Stinky brat."

When they arrived at the agreed fork in the road, Song Beiqi was already there, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting. Lin Song was out of breath: "I'm late."

Song Beiqi glanced at him: "Kowtow to apologize."

"Your uncle's Song Beiqi!" Lin Song scolded, and was about to say that he sneaked out because of him, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that he would be worried, so he shut up.

Song Beiqi smiled happily. After finishing being a villain, he began to be a good person: "It's okay, you won't be late if you come before twelve o'clock."

Lin Song rushed over and ruffled Song Beiqi's hair.

The two went up to the back mountain behind Xianshui No. [-] Middle School together, and there was a flat ground on the top of the mountain.

I heard that there used to be a temple here, which enshrined Yuelao, but it was demolished during the "broken four olds", leaving only a dry pond and a circle of tall poplar trees planted around the old temple.

This place has been neglected for a long time, and it looks a bit desolate.

It is incompatible with the excitement of New Year's Eve.

"How did you find this place?" Song Beiqi walked around the poplar tree twice.

"High places are inherently attractive to people." Lin Song replied proudly, "It is even more so for an outstanding talent like me. If you look at the poets in Chinese textbooks, they will climb high and write poems."

Song Beiqi said coolly: "High places should be more attractive to monkeys."

Lin Song was at a loss for words, and the two had a fight on the spot.

While pinching each other, Lin Song suddenly burst out laughing, and Song Beiqi patted him on the head: "Why are you smirking?"

"I just feel very happy." Lin Song said, "It would be great if I could always be happy like this."

Song Beiqi was startled, let go of him and sat up silently. Fortunately, it hadn't snowed during this time, and the ground was covered with withered grass, which was fairly dry.

Lin Song's words were like a small needle piercing his heart, because he also had the same expectation, but he didn't know that Lin Song also had the same expectation as himself, and because he knew that Lin Song's expectation There is a fundamental difference between hope and one's own expectations.

When he was in a daze, Lin Song shook him and pointed to a place far down the mountain: "Look, someone is setting off fireworks."

At that time, Xianshui had not implemented the law prohibiting fireworks and firecrackers. Every year, fireworks were reserved for Chinese New Year. Every household would set off fireworks, vowing to make every corner of Luohua ring and be illuminated by sparks, as if In this way, everything will be safe in the coming year, everything will go smoothly, and everything will bloom like flowers.

But the beauty of fireworks is beautiful, but no one can stop it when they are fleeting.

As if in response to Lin Song's words, after the fireworks disappeared alone, the entire Luohua Town was suddenly illuminated by countless fireworks, like an ocean.

There was no bell at twelve o'clock, only fireworks that polluted the atmosphere, which looked beautiful, but actually irritated the nose. Song Beiqi had never been interested in these things, but seeing the excited Lin Song now, he felt that everything was different.

Lin Song hurriedly pulled him to stand up, looked at the magnificent scenery at the foot of the mountain, then turned his head to look at him, bared his teeth, and shouted loudly: "Song Beiqi! Happy New Year!"

Song Beiqi's smile also bloomed like fireworks: "Lin Song...Happy New Year!"

After the Chinese New Year, the school started soon. In the second semester of the second year of high school, according to the results of the division of subjects at the end of the previous semester, we were divided into liberal arts classes, and some old faces disappeared.

Song Beiqi's deskmate turned into a pretty-looking little glasses named Ke Sishu, who was once scolded by the math teacher angrily for writing a novel in class, "I thought I could become a writer with two more eyes", while some The code name "Four Eyes" is not very resounding.

Ke Sishu was a well-known nerd in class six, but his grades were mediocre, but Liu Chuanqing especially liked him and thought he was a young artist.However, student Miaozi took an unusual path, because his political geography and English scores were very poor, so he had to stay in the sixth class of science.

Wen Ya also went to the liberal arts class, and was in the second class of liberal arts like Yang Xu.When filling out the class list last semester, everyone clearly saw that she had filled it out. When school started, Li Weinan was relieved to hear the news while feeling sad.

The high school of Xianshui No. [-] Middle School does not distinguish between experimental classes and non-experimental classes for the first year and a half. It will be set up after the division of subjects. In the end, classes [-] and [-] are liberal arts experimental classes, classes [-] to [-] are science experimental classes, and the rest The six classes in the school are four ordinary classes in liberal arts and two ordinary classes in science.

The attitude of middle schools across the country that emphasizes science over literature is roughly the same.

Lin Song sometimes wondered what it would be like for people in ordinary classes, especially those in ordinary science classes. He was a part of the minority, but not because he was good.

He told Song Beiqi the hesitation in his heart, Song Beiqi thought for a while and told him: "Competition is so cruel, it's normal, if you have a sense of shame, you can learn it in any class, but you have to admit, There is indeed a gap between people."

Seeing Lin Song's straight eyes after speaking, he said again: "The experimental class for middle school credits is actually a very rogue regulation. In the end, we who study hard may not be as good as those students in the so-called ordinary classes. Everyone often says that studying can change one's destiny. , but in fact, in our generation, reading is unlikely to change our destiny."

"But why do you still work so hard?" Lin Song asked.

Song Beiqi was silent. Lin Song probably couldn't wait for the answer. Ke Sishu pushed his glasses and replied, "Because I have no choice."

As time passed slowly, the young man's mind was racing past him one after another, but after all he said nothing and could do nothing.

In the middle of the semester, people around gradually have mobile phones. It is very convenient to make phone calls and send text messages, but it will not be addictive for the time being.

Song Beiqi was still the same as before, regardless of long or short holidays, he disappeared as soon as he left school.

It was a Saturday, and it was rare for Lin Song to bring his mobile phone. At noon, he received a text message. When he clicked on it, he saw it was an unfamiliar number. It said, "A Song, can you wait for me after school? I borrowed your book last time and forgot to return it gone."

He gave a "hmm" in doubt, but he really didn't remember who he had lent the book to. Just as he was about to go back, his phone rang again: "I'm Wenya, this is my phone number."

After school in the afternoon, after waiting for a while, Wen Ya came over when the classroom was already empty.

She handed a history book to Lin Song. Only then did Lin Song remember that she said she couldn't find the history book last time. It was the exam after class placement. Anyway, it doesn't matter if Lin Song and the others have the history book after the exam. When it was urgent, I lent it to her.

He asked: "No need?"

Wen Ya smiled: "I found it."

The two were silent, Lin Song was wondering why she didn't leave, Wenya glanced at the empty classroom, and said, "Can I chat with you in another place?"

"Huh? Just tell me." Lin Song looked down at her, Wen Ya slightly raised her head, the tears in her eyes could be seen clearly, Lin Song was surprised, "What's wrong?"

As soon as these words were uttered, it was like opening the floodgates of a reservoir, and Wenya suddenly burst into tears.

Lin Song stared at it for a while, at a loss, before remembering to go to Song Beiqi's table and take out a few tissues for her: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, what do you want to say?"

Hearing these words, Wenya cried even more fiercely, and finally choked up and couldn't speak, she seemed to have no strength to support herself, she wiped away her tears and suddenly put her head on Lin Song's chest.

This was an extremely ambiguous gesture, almost a hug. Lin Song wanted to back off but felt that he was too cruel, so he stood stiffly in place, persuading: "Okay, okay, don't cry."