They both wear the same soul

Let me make it clear that this is by no means my story.

I gradually got used to the fact that there was another soul in my body.

This is her story.

About a month ago, her soul passed on me, and she was on duty for one day, and we alternated shifts. I took off my shoes on Monday night and went to sleep, and woke up on Wednesday morning.

Anyway, I don't know how she adapts so quickly to the fact that the soul is passed on to someone else, but she does it pretty well.

At first, she appeared in my homework book.

Below the ugly words that my ghost licked, followed by half a page of regular italics.Turning the page, running script, and turning the page again, the wild cursive script made do with my copying homework.

Teacher's comment: The font is changeable and has made great progress.

When I was doing my homework, I showed my true colors.

To be honest, I was poor at study, maybe my brain was wrong, I was still in primary school at the age of 15, moved around with my parents, repeated grades many times, and finally settled in a small town in a primary school, waiting to be promoted to junior high school.

My parents went out to work, and then they lost their braids. My uncle took care of me and learned a craft after I graduated.It was initially decided to be a haircut, and all the girls in the town went to learn to cut their hair. The barber shop was full of girls who had returned from their studies but didn't have so many heads to shave, so they were bored. He has a lot of hair, but he is so energetic.

My life has become a little easier since she came.

She took an in-class test for me, and my English score was the first in the class. I was called to the office by the teacher to do it again. Sure enough, I couldn't do it.

What does my poor study have to do with her?No.But I can't force her to pretend that she doesn't know how to do it, so sometimes I am a good student, and sometimes I am a poor student. In the eyes of the teacher, I am as wise as a fool, hidden in the city, and mysterious like an alien.

Moreover, we follow the principle of being independent from each other. I don’t ask who she is. She knows who I am from the clues of life. I dare not ask, and I don’t have that interest. I just searched online on a whim one day: Being pierced by someone else’s soul 24 What about hours?

The netizen replied: What's the matter, I was bitten by a spider.

Maybe everyone has a little secret that no one knows. I decided to keep this as a secret and not tell anyone.

I don't have anything else to confide in, so after gradually adapting to the existence of "her", I have a pretty good life.

The first time she interfered in my life was last week.I woke up with a pad on my ass and took off my panties to make sure I had my period.

Find a note under the pillow:

Keep track of your aunt dates and don't give me trouble.

It seems that she should have greeted my aunt unexpectedly, so she set a note.

I bought a coil book for three yuan. The books in the town are too old, and the cover is still out of print. I recorded it faithfully. In order to prevent her from seeing it, I put the book on the top of the textbook.

The representative of the Chinese class may be blind. After class, I went to the toilet, and the notebook disappeared after I came back.The class representative said that she had handed over the diary to the office.

Most of the girls in the sixth grade don’t have menarche. I’m 15 years old and I’m quite experienced, but this can’t be used as a diary topic to show off. What’s more, our Chinese teacher is quite old and has gone through menopause.

Teacher Comments: Poor.Physiological phenomena are good things, but don't write them in a diary.

The boys in the class knew about this, and every time they saw me, they would yell, "Zhang Xu, did you have your period today?"

A bunch of kids, I don't bother to talk to them.

#Did you menstruate today#

coming.You also come if you have the ability.

But after all, in the diary, I recorded my menstrual period without shame. I was still the first person in the world. The little girls in the class kept away from me from then on, and my seat was gradually pushed to the side of the garbage dump.

I was isolated for no reason, no matter how determined I was, I was not very happy.

I intend to communicate with another spirit that occasionally appears in my body.

I bought another book, and I wrote on the cover: For another me

I tried my best to organize my mood into a problem, but I was really illiterate, suffocating words and sentences in my notebook, the shit came out, and the opening sentence was not finished yet.

Still don't communicate.

I close the notebook.

I said, this is not my story, so skip my boring elementary school life and go straight to the day she speaks for the second time.

In the mid-term exam, elementary school students only have four subjects, so after the exam in one day, she happened to be on duty, so I wrote a note respectfully:

Tomorrow's mid-term exam, the pencil case is in the schoolbag, the exam room is Class 250, Grade [-], exam number [-], thank you.

Because I am the only one living in the house, I put the note next to the pillow, so I don’t worry about others breaking it.I fell asleep happily, but I also expected that I would be dragged to the office to redo the paper after I got the first place in the class, but not having to do the paper made my mood so dazzling and dazzling.

The day after the exam, I went to the barber shop to learn how to wash my hair. Most of the people who were washed by me seemed unhappy. Later I learned that the people who regularly come to wash their hair have regular shampoo girls, and they make eye contact Lightning flashes, my two chicken-claw hands bring no real pleasure.

When I went home at night, my uncle and the class teacher stood at the gate of my house, looking like Guan Gong and Qin Qiong, with one face like a jujube, red like a monkey's butt, and the other face like a silver plate, white like the principal's butt.

One said: "You bastard, you didn't take the exam well, and people made trouble in the exam room?"

Another said: "Don't scold the child. The child is under pressure and cries during the exam. It's normal for a child of this age. I just came to ask, is there a problem at home recently? Parents died again?"

Listen, what is this called, how many parents can I have.

"The family wants to send you to get a haircut? Don't you want to? Tell the teacher if you don't want to. You study hard and can finish junior high school."

The fact that I cried during the exam caught my attention even more.

she cried?

According to her posture of pointing out Jiangshan in my homework and still getting full marks, it should not be so difficult that she cried.

The No.1 girl in our class is always crying while doing the questions, fearing that she will lose her No.1 status in the world, but she does very well every time in the exam. She also likes to point out the only wrong question and say that she will definitely be beaten when she goes back. of.

The soul piercing my body shouldn't be so hypocritical.

Sending off the two goalkeepers, I thought of the opening remarks.

Written in the notebook, neatly:

What’s wrong with you.

When I woke up on the third day, there was an extra line in my notebook.It's her handwriting.

Nothing.

Since she was fine, I didn't ask any more questions. I closed the book and put it next to my pillow. When I got up on the third day, there was an extra line in the book:

who are you?

Ok?

She has been renting in my body for so long, I am afraid that she can even do the radio gymnastics for our young eagles to take off. Now ask who I am, do I take off my pants and fart?

I didn't answer.

When I went to class, the teacher in charge asked me again, whether it was because of too much study pressure that caused my mental disorder, and asked me to go to the school's psychological counseling room for consultation.

"Report—" I entered the door.

I can't reveal that there is another soul in my body, just like Niu Warrior never takes off his mask, so I made it up, because I want to study at the barber shop recently, and I feel bad.

The psychological teacher let me go, and the answer to the class teacher was that I should be in puberty and emotionally unstable.

I still wonder what I did in the exam room.

After inquiring from many parties, I restored the scene.

We are taking the mathematics test, and everyone has just finished writing the test number.I suddenly stood up and went straight outside, the invigilator pulled me and asked me where I was going.

I said, "May I ask, sir, where is this?"

"It's your exam, sit back!"

I just sat back, wiped my tears and read the paper in 360 degrees several times, wishing I could eat it with my eyes. Finally, I seemed to have an epiphany and wrote "I don't know Zhou's dream is Hu Die and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?"

Still in traditional Chinese characters.

The papers were handed out on the same day, with four subjects and full marks in Chinese. My composition described the sports meeting eloquently and wonderfully, but our school has never held a sports meeting.

For the other three blank papers, there was a sentence in the math paper. I checked the Internet, but I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

On the third day I woke up again and opened the book:

"Who are you?" There is an extra line of calligraphy under "Who are you?"

Concubine Wang Xu's ancestral home is Luoyang.

Another line in a familiar font:

nonsense, what's your name?

I closed my notebook and searched online:

What should I do if I am pierced by two souls?

Netizens didn't reply to me.

Another day, my notebook was like a guestbook, with two more questions and answers.

Calligraphy:

Xu Wanqing, the word is also long.Isn't the girl Zhang Xu?

Pen writing:

Shang Yi.You inquire about me, and play ancient and modern dramas in front of me?Where is the real body? See you at Room 4, Block A, Xieyu Building, Pingdu, at 10 noon on April 12.

There is an extra person in my body, if no one is lying, one is called Xu Wanqing, or Xu Yijiu, and the other is called Shang Yi.

Shang Yi?

I searched online.

Ok.

In a bunch of gossip news, Shang Yi has an ambiguous relationship with a group of celebrities, and it is said that he is the mistress of a big boss.

There is a blurry photo on the Internet, this woman named Shang Yi turned sideways, all in black, showing her white back, stepping into an expensive looking car in high heels, smiling at the camera, very charming.

In recent news, she was still in Hong Kong last month.

It's Pingdu this month.

I closed the book and fell on the kang. Out of the corner of my eye, the ink and brush next to the schoolbag proved that Xu Wanqing did exist.

The one who handed in the blank paper to me in the examination room was Xu Wanqing.

Shang Yi came before Xu Wanqing, overbearing and domineering, he asked Xu Wanqing to find her and talk to her.

I spent my life analyzing this note.

The two together take up my whole day.Looking at the writing order, Xu Wanqing came first, and Shang Yi came later, so the question and answer note was written here and has not been rubbed out.

I wanted to study it again, but the kid next door asked me to watch the video, so I put down the note.

It's useless for me to think. When I don't know, even if the two of them fight in my body, they won't kick my ass. If I can't see it, it doesn't exist. I pin the note under the pillow and go out happily .

The author has something to say:

No.1 said this is an unimportant older primary school student, probably a cp fan.

The three perspectives are written in turn.

This article is not too long, I hope you like it.

I have to get grades recently, and the emotional ups and downs are like a roller coaster, so I will update when I am in a good mood.

Brain hole is the product of insomnia, and it cannot withstand specific scrutiny, just watch it lively.

Updated at 06:30 pm.

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