Yi Xing

The end of August is the time when Tongcheng has the most rainfall.

One typhoon after another swirled moisture from the Pacific Ocean.

The shortcomings of living in school were exposed at this time-the school uniforms hanging on the balcony were always not dry, and even if they were dry, they still felt damp when worn.

I never cared about these little things.

But now I find it unbearable.

Can't stand half dry clothes.

Can't stand the gloomy day.

Can't stand the loud rain.

Can't stand wet footwear.

Hate the smell of rainy dirt.

Hate seeing sycamore leaves floating in puddles

I resented countless times that the school did not make the playground more level, and that the green field turned into a swamp when it met rain.

I also feel very irritable in the face of endless test papers.

What annoys me even more is the red cross on the math paper.

I can't understand why I made mistakes on the basic questions.

Even the math teacher couldn't understand it.

He likes to let us do fill-in-the-blank questions in class. When we are doing it, he will patrol the class and pick a few students' papers to correct.

When he corrected my paper for the first time and found that five or six questions were wrong, he patted me on the back and said, "Ren Ke, although it is still August, you have to enter the third year of high school. "

Afterwards he often stopped by my seat.

Watch me do the questions.

I was stared at by him and could barely write, my speed was much slower, and the accuracy rate was still bleak.

"Keke, can you do the paper well? Diligence is always on our side, and when he looks at me, my mind is a mess."

Gu Yang finally filed a complaint against me during a class break when he left with his papers in his hands.

Our math teacher is a middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old. His full name is Li Qinfen.

"I'm sorry, how about I tell him to stop watching?"

Gu Yang sighed, "I don't blame you, what did you do during the summer vacation, why do you look like you lost your soul?"

It was still raining outside the window, and he was singing in the back seat.

"During the rainy season when I was 17, we were all drenched..."

He always likes to sing like this recently, he said this song is the most suitable for the occasion.

It's the rainy season at 17.

There is always his magic voice in my ears, and I almost forget the original melody and lyrics of that song.

"Summer vacation, I didn't do anything. I'm at home."

Gu Yang nodded, and then slapped the table far away.

"Can you stop singing, not a single note is accurate."

Tiao Yuan was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, he yelled at Gu Yang: "Then you sing me an accurate one."

The days of make-up classes are common, Gu Yang and Yuan Yuan are always arguing, Fu Yixing will watch me correct the test papers, everything is normal.

I haven't seen Zou Yi'an since I came to school.

Team Hong never told me whether there was any progress there.

It was as if I were sailing in a boat on a calm sea, the sea did not bring any twists and turns to my journey, but I felt that nothing was right.

I think I can't get better.

On the day before September, at the end of the evening self-study, everyone arranged the tables into single seats.

When the first year of high school and the second year of high school start, the third year of high school will usher in the first exam.

Before the round of review is over, the prelude to the college entrance examination has already begun.

Before going to bed, Fu Yixing said to me: "Keke, I don't know what you've been thinking recently."

The windows on the balcony were closed, but the clothes on the hangers were still fluttering.

The typhoon is coming, the wind is coming, I don't know where it comes from.

The unwrung water from the clothes dripped into the washbasin, making an orderly thud.

I spread the towel on the pillow and lay down.

To be honest, I don't know what I've been thinking lately.

I have pondered Zou Yi'an's thoughts, doubted the authenticity of his life experience, considered how to send him to prison, and worried whether Uncle Hong would get into trouble because of investigating Zou Yi'an.

Sometimes I miss the police uncle, sometimes I miss my biological parents, and sometimes I miss Tangcheng.

When I do my math homework, I get an unusually loud drumbeat in my head.

I don't even know where that crackling music came from because I never listened to rock.

Every night I revisit those two death scenes, and I think I'm thinking and struggling when I'm dreaming.

I think about many things at the same time, and my mind becomes empty when I think about too many things.

Just like the seven colors of light are blended together, they will lose their color instead.

I didn't answer him and closed my eyes.

"Blow dry your hair before going to sleep."

Fu Yixing's voice was very close.

I opened my eyes and he was standing next to my bed with a hair dryer.

He frowned at me, then sighed softly.

That sigh cut a knife in my heart again.

I feel bad.

I said sorry to him and took the hair dryer.

I shaved my hair into a round inch, and the hot air almost hit my scalp directly.

But I want my hair to dry faster.

Fu Yixing held my hand and switched the gear to the cold wind.

He did nothing but waited for me to dry my hair.

"If you feel pain, you can talk to me, don't hold it in your heart, you asked me to do this, but you didn't do it." Fu Yixing said.

"Fu Fu."

I yelled at him, begged him.

I do not want to say.

Speaking out will only make Fu Yixing uncomfortable.

So I can't say either.

I knew he understood what I meant, and I saw his eyes loosen for a moment.

But he said: "It's always like this, you will be suffocated. Keke, you can't let the past hold back your future. Now is a very critical time. You have the ability, so you can't let yourself be like this. "

Listening to his words, I felt a mass in my chest.

I'm not happy, I don't want to be forced by him like this.

He always thinks I'm fine.

But I'm not as good as he thinks.

Capable people will control their emotions and will not be unhappy here.

I will not be anxious and irritable because of continuous rain.

I am not capable.

But I didn't let myself go either.

I want to get out.

I just, couldn't get out.

"I didn't let it go, I just didn't know what to do."

I was taken aback when I yelled this out.

I never thought that I would lose control of my emotions in front of Fu Yixing, no, I lost control before, but it was not so inexplicable.

He was concerned about me, and I lost my temper with him.

This is not right.

But I can't help myself.

Fu Yixing quickly cleaned up his expression, he was very gentle.

He touched my head, "I'm too anxious, Keke, you can take your time. I don't want to embarrass you. You can adjust slowly. It's okay, right?"

Why can he be so gentle.

Fu Yixing's actions made my nose sore.

I was speechless again, and could only nod vigorously.

I can.