Yi Xing

At the end of summer, Tang Cheng's delicate love also ended.

Ironically, Ning Xiner chose Hua'an's International Department. In order to experience the feeling of studying abroad in advance, she went on a one-month study tour in the UK, and she broke up with Tang Cheng after she came back.

She said that she wanted to do many things, and she didn't want to be bound by love.

This is the first time I've seen Tang Cheng look so depressed.

His sadness was written all over his face, causing his uncle and aunt to worry and persuade him that he would always meet a better girl in the future.

It was also the first time that I found that my uncle and aunt were so open-minded, not only open-minded, but also extremely protective, so I immediately cut down contact with Ning Xiner's family.

The parents finally found that I was much more stable than Tang Cheng. My aunt had a heart-to-heart talk with me and said that although I was a younger brother, Tang Cheng was spoiled and immature. My aunt begged me to take care of him in school.

Although my aunt is a free and easy woman, she is still a mother after all.

Mothers always favor their own children. If I am a caring person, I will feel wronged. Obviously I want to be younger, why should I take on the role of a caregiver, but I am very generous in this regard, first of all because I want to I understand my mother's feelings. Secondly, I also like Tang Cheng very much. Although I will be jealous of his happy life, I still like him.

He is very sweet and treats me very well.

I would like to get along with such a simple and beautiful person.

I couldn't refuse such a request, and I agreed sincerely, even though I really couldn't take care of him.

Although the second-year high school students moved into the teaching building next to the International Department, their schedules were completely different. Tang Cheng and I couldn't have lunch together. We had one more morning class than him every day, and we had to finish school an hour later.

Tang Cheng thought that he could get up a little earlier, and then ride to school with me, or wait for me in the classroom after school, and then ride home with me.

After he broke up with him, he became very clingy. He would stay in my room every day, or let me watch movies with him in the living room until I was so sleepy that my eyes would fight. My schedule is as healthy as a young man's.

When I don't have time to talk to him, he will harass Fu Yixing.

I am very happy, although I appeared a bit late, but I have the same weight as Fu Yixing.

Tang Cheng didn't get up on the first day of school, and he hurriedly said good morning to me when I was about to go out.

They also have many activities after school.

Then his bike was stolen and plans to commute with me to and from school were completely ruined.

He was a little disappointed, so he thought about making me and Fu Yixing a traveling partner.

Of course, I justly refused.

It's one of Murphy's laws that if you worry about something happening, it's more likely to happen.

I didn't want to walk too close to Fu Yi, so the seats were arranged as front and back tables.

In fact, it is not the front and back tables. There is no one in the seat behind me, and he is in the back seat next to me.

I have to explain the reason for this situation. Single person and single seat are not realistic in ordinary high schools. There are 47 students in my new class, grade [-] and [-], so there must be one person who is alone.

Usually teachers don't put students who are alone in the front row - it makes him look too lonely.

Therefore, the possibility of empty seats in the last two rows will be relatively high.

I'm sitting in the third row from the bottom.

When I first started school, there was a pair of deskmates behind me. At that time, there were still people who could separate me from Fu Yixing.

A week later, the hapless guy behind me broke his leg all the way.

His leg had a plaster cast and he looked too cramped in the narrow seat, so the head teacher, Mr. Xie, transferred his deskmate away.

So I didn't want to deal with Fu Yixing, and I could see him when I turned around to get something from my bag.

He often looked up and smiled at me.

Every time he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, I couldn't help but admire how handsome he was.

Whenever I started admiring, I immediately scolded myself for being shallow in my heart, and reminded myself that I couldn’t get into his life—the fact that I had a good relationship with Lu Jian and broke his leg was enough to prove that I was probably really a lone star .

Thinking about it carefully, after my father left, people who were more closely related to my life were affected. Tang Cheng's relationship failed, and he fell into a fracture.

I don't mean to be so superstitious, but I can't help but wonder if they'd be better off without me.

Even if these are really just coincidences, it has nothing to do with me.

I don't want to destroy things that are too beautiful, and I don't want to affect people who are too beautiful—although the beauty that Fu Yixing knows so far only lies in his external conditions.

I don't know him well, so I don't know if he is as beautiful as Tang Cheng.

My geographical location with him made me have to know him from various aspects——

The teacher likes to correct homework and test papers in groups, so that it is easy to distinguish whether there is plagiarism. Fu Yixing's notebook or papers will inevitably be passed to me:

Fu Yixing's mathematics and physics are so good that there are often no deductions on the test papers; my physics teacher is a very funny old man, he likes to check the wrong place, and those who are not good at physics are mostly red in their homework Tick, and his homework seems to be left behind by the old man every time, and he will send out whatever he collects. At the beginning, my deskmate and I were deceived by this phenomenon. After all, there are always two or three homework assignments. Give Fu Yixing a tick, and judge the paper together, only to find that his answer is the standard answer, so there is no need for the teacher to point fingers.

Lu Yuyao also dislikes correcting himself based on his papers. Fu Yixing always has a way to omit the steps of solving problems that he thinks are meaningless-this is often the reason why he can't get full marks. It's useless to read his answer to the question, and I don't understand it at all.

Compared with his excellent mathematics and physics, Fu Yixing's Chinese level is very average, and his ancient literature is particularly poor. Yuan Yuan's greatest hobby is to show me Fu Yixing with his paper when passing the paper. What has become of the problem.

Of course, this kind of sharing can only be done while he is away.

When he was around, I wouldn't turn around and listen to nonsense.

Fu Yixing is actually a relatively silent type, and he doesn't like to laugh. The girls in the class said that this male god is like a flower in the high mountain, he can only be watched from a distance, and he can't play with him. They despise him for his strong sense of distance.

I don't think this sense of distance has anything to do with Fu Yixing's personality. He doesn't talk much, but he's not aloof. The boys in the back row think he's quite easy-going. The girls probably sit too much because they're in the front row. It's only after a long time that you have such an unobjective evaluation of him.

It's true that he doesn't like to laugh. It's true that I often bathe in his shallow but serious smile because I turn around to pick up things. In other cases, I rarely see him smile.

I think I probably got the light of Tangcheng.

It's strange, I thought it would be difficult for a less positive person like myself to integrate with my classmates, and I was the only one who didn't introduce myself at the beginning, so I had no expectations for normal campus life But I get along well with my new classmates, at least the people around me are friendly.

Maybe it's the reason why I hide my negative emotions so skillfully.

Time can indeed heal some wounds. For example, after I got a little older, I seldom think of my parents, and I can enjoy the life with the police uncle freely, but the death of the police uncle abruptly tore it apart. I got my hidden but real wound, the second trauma is really painful, three months later, I am still having the same dream over and over again - after a loud noise, my parents are full of hair The blood fell on the front seat of the car. I climbed out of the car window, staring at the car that was knocked out of shape. Then the car started to move, and the police uncle grabbed the car door and shouted to stop When I got off, the car drove faster and faster, and drove into a white fog. I didn't know where I was or where the car was.

Every time I wake up I feel dazed.

I feel very light.

The friendly classmates, the pure and kind Tang Cheng, and even Fu Yixing, who I deliberately ignored, all added weight to my life, but the sense of emptiness when I woke up every day still trapped me outside of time.

Luckily, I'm a lot less mentally active when I'm awake—a good sign.