【Speed ​​Pine】Color Matching Theory

That should have been a good day.

——If he didn't find the manuscript missing after arriving at school.

Qingqing's palms were sweaty, and he searched all his things, but there was nothing, nothing, nothing anywhere.

He was sure that he had put the densely written lecture notes in the stomach of his desk, and had checked them carefully before going home the day before.

If it wasn't for his memory error, we can only speculate whether the manuscript has been tampered with by others.mischief?Little teasing?

Please, no matter what, don't pick this moment! ! !

Full of anxiety, he turned to the classmate sitting next to him relaxedly and somewhat at a loss: "Sorry, have you seen the one I put here..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"No! I have something to talk about later!" The other party hurried out the door, not even giving him a chance to finish speaking.

The classroom was as noisy as ever, and no one noticed the one-man show taking place in one corner.

What, what to do, he clenched his left hand easily and unconsciously, the nails were deeply embedded in his palm, he tried to use the pain to stay awake.

Yes... need to write a new manuscript, the current words, the current words can still be in time, he spread a piece of paper again, trying to remember the words in the outline, but found in despair, don't say a complete sentence, he can't even speak. The simplest phrases cannot be recalled.

The whole person felt as if someone had thrown him into an ice cellar to freeze for a while, and his whole body was stiff. He thought sadly, was it a wrong decision for the teacher to entrust him with this task?He just pretends to be able to handle everything, but in fact he is not, he is just an inferior student who easily panics and doesn't know what to do.

Before everyone went to line up, Xiao Song, who had just returned from the bathroom, seemed to have noticed his abnormality, and asked in confusion, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Recovering easily, he took a deep breath, folded the two pieces of paper under his right hand, and stuffed them into his uniform pocket.He tried so hard to pretend to be calm that he didn't notice Komatsu's worried eyes.

The first reaction was to pretend that nothing happened, so as not to let others see his gaffe. All he had was this poor self-esteem.

——Although this self-esteem will soon be burned to ashes by the scorching sun.

...there is no time left.

For the first time in Matsuno's life, he had the opportunity to stand in front of the teachers and students of the school. Everyone kept looking up, waiting for his wonderful speech.And when he looked at the two blank manuscript papers, his mind was blank, only powerlessness and inferiority twisted into an invisible airflow, stretching out his sharp claws to strangle him, making him speak intermittent and lame words, like Like a funny clown to win everyone's ridicule.

Qing Qing didn't know how he got off the stage, his knees were so weak that he couldn't use his strength, his fingers kept shaking, he couldn't hear clearly, maybe someone was whispering to ask his companions, maybe someone was laughing softly.Who is it that is asking such shame?Are you mocking him for overreaching?Scolding him for embarrassing the class?Countless gazes were like spider webs, entangled him so that he couldn't move.

All the jumbled words in his head were rearranged and reassembled, and finally became a silent cry: if only it could disappear.

Why do people like me still exist here.

Mingming wanted to perform well, Mingming was always afraid to perform, Mingming finally made up his mind, he didn't understand which step he made wrong.

It would be nice if it disappeared.Go where no one is.

He had to flee, spreading his legs as if fleeing a nightmare.

The time was stretched infinitely, and then shortened suddenly. He passed the empty tram car, passed the small river illuminated by the setting sun, and passed the quiet and remote park. He came to the end and stopped in front of the big tree.

He pursed his lips easily, pressed his hand on the tree trunk, and after a while, slowly slid to sit on the ground as if he had found a support.

At this moment, he realized that he was not wandering aimlessly, this was his strange but familiar childhood paradise, where he would come to if he had troubles that he could not solve a long time ago.

Later, some things happened. After graduating from elementary school, the paradise became the source of nightmares that he never wanted to set foot on again.

Unexpectedly, at the most unconscious and irrational time, I came back here again.

It's like a strange circle, going around for a long time, and finally even the destination is mocking him that he can only live in the shadows for a lifetime.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, so the days are also being lengthened, and he easily maintains the same posture and stares blankly at the sun. He has lost the concept of time, and he doesn't know how long he has been alone.

When the night was finally willing to fall, although it took away most of the light source, it brought him something else.

The series of hurried footsteps finally stopped only a few feet away from him.

He easily turned his head towards the source of the sound. In the night, he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he felt that the other party was obviously relieved.

"You..." He tried to say something.

But Xiaosong had already taken two steps forward, didn't care about the dust, just half-kneeled like this, leaned over and hugged him, pressed the top of his hair with one hand, and patted him lightly with the other hand over and over again. the back.

The temperature he brought was too hot, and Qing Qing couldn't help shivering for a moment as if he had been scalded.

"Really, don't run around without even saying hello, you'll only cause trouble to others."

This is the final blow, he thought, the grievance that suddenly surged in his heart made him have to grit his teeth in order to barely resist the urge to cry.

In fact, during the time he was staying, he felt that he had thought clearly enough, what, it was just a failure.

Don't worry, he is a little-known little character, no one expects him to make great achievements, it's nothing more than an extra stalk, being laughed at twice will not lose a piece of flesh.

He thought he should go back as if nothing had happened, pretending not to care,

"Be good, be good, it's okay, brother, I'm here."

But Xiaosong held him carefully and coaxed him softly.

He closed his eyes, finally letting the tears fall.

Fear, bewilderment, anger that can't be pointed out, spurning on myself, all kinds of emotions that have been suppressed for a day have found an outlet, and they can't stop for a while.

"Xiao Song, you liar! If you believe in you again, I will never be able to marry Meow-chan!"

"Uh, you wouldn't be able to marry in the first place, so why did you scold me all of a sudden..."

"What lucky cherry blossoms, lucky P!" Qing Qing scolded him indistinctly with a crying sound.

"Okay, okay, my fault..." Xiaosong took the pot under pressure.

"My manuscript is missing."

"Okay, my fault..."

"I should be safe."

"Okay, my fault..."

Just this once, let you be unreasonable.

He waited until he relaxed and seemed to have gradually calmed down, then he cleared his throat and said the speech he had prepared for a long time: "How should I put it, although it is really bad to make a fool of myself in front of the whole school, but it is not the first time anyway, don't Why do you care so much, think about the bright side, maybe there will be more embarrassing times in the future, right?"

"..." Qingqing felt that the liquid in his eyes could not be wiped away, and he seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he was chased by a big dog many years ago.

There was no one to call for help, and the only person who stood beside him was not quite right.

Life is really too difficult.

He vigorously wiped all the snot and tears onto Xiaosong's clothes.