The seventh rule of the male god

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery

The viewer is upstairs looking at you

The bright moon adorns your window

you adorn other people's dreams

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His fingers began to throb again, and Yun Shen mechanically pressed the piano keys, repeating the movements over and over again.

I don't know when it started, but my enthusiasm for piano also faded with my mother's death.

The room is very large, surrounded by transparent glass, and the sunlight is very bright. There is only a black and white piano in the room.

Opposite is the rose garden, where mother's favorite red roses are planted.

Yun Shen stopped what he was doing, his slender fingers slid across the keys, and occasionally made a few sounds. Recently, a new piano was launched, called Lan Hai, and his father has already placed an order. It is estimated that a Lan Hai will be available in a few days. The piano will replace the piano in his hands.

He did not tell his father that he had developed a distaste for the piano, just as he had detested his mother.

Yun Shen got up and left the piano room, walked through the rose garden, and returned to the room without stopping.

The woman appeared again in the dream, she stood in the rose garden, her long hair was like a waterfall, her white skirt was twirling, and the red high-bush roses had thorns, scratching her dress, she was beautiful, pure and seductive.

That was Yun Shen's mother, a very beautiful woman.

In the morning, Aunt Xu put Yun Shen's breakfast in front of him, and Yun Shen sat at the dining table drinking milk, facing two empty seats, one for his mother and one for his brother.

The memory of my brother has faded in my mind, even more distant than my mother, but more difficult to let go than anyone else, like the link between the memory and the heart, and a thousand arrows will pierce the heart.

Only the picture postcards sent from various countries every year remind Yunyun that his brother did not die like his mother.

Yun Shen raised his head and took a sip of milk. He drank milk every day. He didn't like to drink warm milk. He liked to drink iced milk. It slipped over his tongue, flowed down his throat, and entered his stomach. It was cold.

So, stomach problems never let him go.

But it hurts, and I didn't go to the doctor. No matter how painful it was, it couldn't hurt Yun Changfeng's heart like a knife the night before he went abroad.

Forget who said that pain is the most intuitive way to tell you that you are still alive.

Standing on the podium, Yun Shen calmly looked at the students under the podium.

Yes, his future classmates.

I am used to this rhythm, and I am always sent to another school after getting familiar with one class.

My head is a little dizzy, my eyes are very tired, and I didn't sleep well yesterday.

I don't know when it started. He had to take sleeping pills every night to fall asleep. He would always forget that he couldn't take more sleeping pills. The last time he was found by the housekeeper and sent to the emergency room, he was rescued.

It's not that he doesn't have the courage to live, but that he can't find a reason to live.

Later, his father strictly prohibited him from taking sleeping pills, and he began to suffer from insomnia day and night. He could not fall asleep until around three o'clock in the morning. He had nightmares again at night, and now he is very tired.

Yun Shen heard his calm and indifferent voice, "Hello everyone, my name is Yun Shen, please take care of me in the future."

There were whispers of discussion from under the podium, nothing more than about his appearance and name.

It turns out that some people say that Yunshen is far away, whether it is temperament or character, whether it is appearance or name, it is untouchable, a distant heresy.

The teacher in charge was about to let him sit down, when he swept his eyes, he realized that two seats were vacant, one was the seat after Yun Shen, and the other was self-evident, "Jiang An didn't come again?"

"Here we come—" He hadn't heard of him, but he heard his voice first. He was in a hurry, full of vigor, and he could roughly outline the image of a young man just by listening to the voice.

That must be a very warm boy.

Yun Shen moved his gaze over, and there was a momentary amazement in the depths of his eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

White T-shirt, blue jeans, youthful vigor, profound and handsome facial features, healthy and rosy lips, high nose bridge, deep eyes, full of vitality in summer and the morning sun.

Jiang An saw him on the podium at a glance. He had never seen such a young man, like a floating point in the world of mortals, born in the world, far away heretic.

Jiang An apologized to the teacher and explained the reason, and the teacher let him go back to his seat. Yun Shen guessed that this was a boy with excellent grades, and the teacher would always be more tolerant to those with excellent academic performance.

Yun Shen followed the river bank to the seat, it was bright and quiet by the window, next to the top of the camphor tree, it was late summer, the wind was cool, and it was not very hot.

The first period is English class. It is said that he is a very strict teacher. He is not allowed to speak in class, leaves early, and arrives late. After the class teacher leaves the classroom, the English teacher enters the classroom.

Yun Shen tidied up his school supplies and frowned slightly. Because the textbooks were different, he didn't have any English books, not only English books, but he didn't even have books on other subjects.

Suddenly, an English book was moved to the right and placed on the junction of the two desks.

Jiang An had been watching Yun Shen for a long time, although he didn't know why he had been watching him for so long, but he noticed something strange about him in an instant, so he moved the English book to the middle, thinking nonchalantly whether he would refuse.

"Thank you."

Jiang An heard the other party thank you softly, the voice was nice, cold and flat, but because the tone was lighter, it was gentle.

His father said that he was nothing like his brother, except for his voice.

"You're welcome." Jiang An replied, "My name is Jiang An, Jiang An on the other side of the river."

"My name is Yun Shen." Yun Shen's Yun Shen didn't say the last sentence. Whether he said it or not, it didn't really matter.

Cloud deep, river bank.

These are four beautiful and beautiful Chinese characters, implying lightness and nimbleness, and the font is beautiful, juxtaposed together, like lines of poetry.