vengeance

I was humming a song while packing my schoolbag.

Anyway, since my nature was exposed, I have let myself go more and more, and it is their honor to let them appreciate my beautiful voice.That's right, it's me, Gu Yinzi's deep, high-pitched, clear and insanely gorgeous voice, sometimes juvenile, sometimes soothing, elegant yet handsome magnetic voice KTVの王洋洋, is right here.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." Sun Yuzhou was holding the pad and half leaning on the cushions with Erlang's legs to watch the drama. It must be some new show on Yuejiu, but I don't quite understand it.I stuffed the books I wanted to read into my bag, and replied happily, "Because I'm going home."

"Oh? Come home suddenly. Oh yes, you are a local, but I don't usually see you coming home."

"Because there is always no one in my house, it's meaningless to go back."

"Oh. Bye then, see you on Monday."

"See you Monday. Let's go."

I picked up my schoolbag and glanced at the dormitory, which was full of things but felt almost empty.Cups, books, computers, desk lamps, drooping towels, wardrobes that don't close, coats that are taken off casually, and messy desktops.

I opened the door of the dormitory, and the computer on Fang Rui's desk was still frozen in the Justice League game lobby.The enthusiasm and joy of going home seemed to have passed, I sighed lightly, closed the door back, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It was a real joy to get home before the Friday evening rush hour.My aunt and I went to a nearby supermarket to buy my dad’s favorite dishes. After the meal was ready, my aunt said she was leaving.I asked my aunt to stay and eat together, but my aunt couldn't tell, it was almost time to finish school, and I had to pick up the child, and the child was upset when he was late.

I have met my aunt's daughter several times. She is an ordinary middle school student. She usually studies in a boarding middle school in the city and only returns home once a week. She always looks shy and silent. I didn't expect it to be like this Treat mom like a baby.

I waited until almost eight o'clock, and my father didn't come back.Usually at school, in order to avoid the crowds at six o’clock, I often go to the cafeteria to eat at four or five o’clock. I was really hungry halfway, so I ate a few biscuits, remembering what my aunt told me before leaving, if I’m hungry, I’ll have some food Eat yourself first.I took the bowl out of the cupboard, thought about it and put it back.

I became a little irritable, and my favorite TV show, which I usually watch most often, was boring. I took out a biscuit from the biscuit box and gnawed it while watching it. I suddenly wondered why I usually The show that made me laugh so hard is not funny today.

I turned off the TV, put the remote in the drawer of the TV cabinet, and didn't feel like I was watching anything.I went to the dining table and touched the bowls with the dishes.Braised fish, hot and sour potato shreds, twice-cooked pork, ginger kale, seafood tofu stew.I touched them one by one, only the tofu pot was still warm, and the others had already cooled down.

I realized that maybe I should really listen to my aunt.But I feel so hungry that I can't eat anything now.

At this time, there was an electronic notification that the door was opened from the entrance.

"...That is, I still have to ask Mr. Wang to take care of you..."

"dad."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, this is my son, Yang Chen, Yang Chen, call him Uncle Wang."

"Hello, Uncle Wang, I'll pour you tea."

"Oh, don't be busy, old Gu, your son is really a good-looking talent, is he still studying in No. [-] Middle School now?..."

"...my son is a sophomore...admitted to Fuyi..."

"Ouch! Look at my memory... at this time... in the blink of an eye... a top student..."

Intermittent conversations reached my ears, and I took out the Dahongpao and tea set that I used to entertain guests at home, and poured a cup for this "President Wang".

"Pour a cappuccino for auntie."

The video of Sun Yuzhou Aite came to my mind again, I couldn't help laughing, I don't know what the other "five young men" are doing now.

Sun Yuzhou, you must be paralyzed on the bed to watch dramas.Xi Dao always turned on his desk lamp and didn't know what he was doing underneath, maybe he's already asleep now.Fan Li guessed that he would be sitting on the sofa at home watching TV and chatting. Every week when he came home, his mother Fan would cook him a table of delicious food.Fu Yuan may be studying in the library. He is probably the most serious student in our dormitory besides me.Well, maybe he's more serious than me.It was just a sophomore year that I had a goal to strive for, which I have to say is very admirable.Fang Rui... Heh, besides playing games on the computer, I really can't think of anything else...

"Yang Chen? Yang Chen!"

"Huh? Oh."

I carried the tray to the living room, squatted down and put the teacup on the coffee table, and said politely, "Drink your tea."

"Tell Uncle Wang about the idea you put forward for this project last time..."

"Dad," I put the tray under the table without looking up, "we have to make a presentation in class next week, I'm going back to read."

"Oh, you go, don't delay your studies."

I turned on the light in the corridor with a snap, and turned on the wall lamps in the bedroom and in front of the desk twice.He turned around and closed the door to block out the sound of their conversation.

I sat in front of the desk, adjusted my seat so that I was facing the computer, then turned on the phone and went directly to the trumpet to start checking Weibo.I looked at it for a while and found it very boring. It was nothing more than various live photos and videos of the airport, holding hands behind my back, various angles, various far and near scenes, and various moving pictures. I missed the drop-off again, otherwise I could go to the scene to experience the joyful and inspiring atmosphere of our favorite dog celebrating the New Year in advance.Although I reposted on Weibo yesterday and said that the on-site tasting can last until next year, I feel that the tasting until now is enough.Since I "accidentally" revealed the fact that I am a male fan in the comments last time, my alias has gained a lot of fans, probably because I am curious about the male fan Xipi, and there are still a lot of favorite fans here I left a message, but I didn't feel like replying, and I felt like I couldn't reply with any witty words. Rather than risking the collapse of my character, I might as well not reply.

I opened the ins again and took a look. It was quiet inside, as if I had never appeared before, and no one cared what kind of person I was.I originally opened the photo album on my mobile phone and wanted to upload a photo of the courseware I took in the library for the mid-term exam review, and I deliberately picked a photo in English, in order to shape my positive personality and study high-end subjects.But, does anyone care?Is anyone watching?Where is my audience?

I suddenly felt that I was so stupid. I worked hard to create various personas, took various photos and edited various copywriting in my mind. When I turned around and opened the social software to open the photo album, I found that I didn’t know where to post it.This is probably because the sword is drawn and the heart is at a loss.Where is my audience?What is the purpose of this personal design I created?What do I want to convey, who do I want to see, who do I want to impress, and what kind of impression do I want to leave?I seem to care about everyone, but at this moment I don't seem to care about anyone.

I checked WeChat and there was no news.Whether it is the Six Young Masters in the capital or the Duo Qizhi of the Chinese sons and daughters, they are all quiet.Fan Li didn't say anything today, and didn't share Weibo jokes and pornographic pictures.I also looked at several notification groups that I blocked news, the fellow group bragging and farting, the student union group having a meal and posting photos to compliment each other, the dormitory leader group, various lecture exchange groups, the professional notification group, and the sociology department notification group , Group assignment groups for various courses... I watched line by line, when my voice was buried in these messages.

At this moment, no one thinks about me, no one connects with me, and no one hears my voice.

It was so quiet that I seemed to slow down even my thinking.

It was so quiet that I seemed to have disappeared from this world.

As if my existence could only be recognized through these.

The north wind whistling outside the window made the windows slam.The weather forecast says cold air from Siberia is heading south.I heard something vaguely, so I opened the door and walked quickly to the living room.

After seeing off the guests, my father returned to his cold face. Looking back, he saw me standing in the entrance, stunned for a moment, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

I watched him enter the study, and within a few seconds he came out in a hurry, holding a folder in his hand and putting on his coat with one glove, as if he was about to go out again.

He walked to the door, thought for a while, and then turned around and handed me three tickets.

"Boss Wang gave it to you just now. You and your classmates can go to the hot spring package at Zuo Ye."

I took the ticket blankly, glanced at it and said it was not enough.

He raised his head and looked directly at me: "How many do you want?"

"I want three more, our dormitory..."

He carried his back and waved his hands while putting on his shoes, as if he didn't care.

"There are six people."

"Okay, I'll talk to Mr. Wang tomorrow, and I want three more."

I responded, and before he went out, I turned back and walked towards the room.

I think it is necessary to seriously consider whether it is necessary to come back in the future.