When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

In autumn, it is really easy to get sleepy.

He Feng looked out of the window. Their classroom was on the first floor. If there were no trees in front of the window, their classroom could look directly at the square in front of the teaching building.But it was blocked by those dense plants.Autumn has just arrived, and the breath of summer has not yet passed away. The leaves outside the window are still green, but the air is getting cooler day by day.

He stared out the window in a daze, thinking wildly in his mind.

For the exam, he wanted to take the exam in his own classroom.It's better to sit by the window, so that during the exam, if the paper is meaningless or he can't write, then he can lie down and look out of the window.

Maybe Luo Yunting will sit in front of him, and he can stare at his back.

Maybe that person will get the paper and pass it back, and the two will touch their fingers.

Maybe the man wrote so loudly that he could fall asleep listening to the rustle of his writing.

Maybe he didn't bring the scribble pencil, he would turn around and ask himself to borrow it in a low and gentle voice...

He suddenly discovered that he did not smudge the pencil.

What a wild idea.

Jiang Lan ran over to tell him the test number and seat, but seeing him as if he didn't care much, he was a little unhappy.

"Young Master, guess which classroom you are in?" She stood in front of his desk with her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly, her long hair almost touching his desk.

He Feng blew on her hair, blowing up a few strands of hair, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled at her: "Squad leader, you don't tie your hair up all day, you are not a good example... Be careful someday you take a nap Zhao Wen cut it for you."

Jiang Lan also smiled at him, but there was a bit of danger in the smile: "He Feng, you want to be beaten!" At the same time, she slapped his hands on the table.

He still smiled frivolously and slapped.

She saw that he really didn't care much about the seat, and he left unwillingly, like a child, acting as if He Feng begged her to tell her and she was reluctant: "Okay, okay, tell You! Your exam room is in Class Seven, the third in the innermost column. Thank you!"

Jiang Lan's eyes are big, and his appearance is actually a bit childish.Her hair is very long, and she usually likes to wear it, but this is actually not allowed, so she usually wears her hair up during Zhao Wen's class and exercises between classes.

In fact, He Feng has always felt that Jiang Lan and himself have similarities, otherwise they would not become friends who hurt each other so much that they don't care.

They are actually equally rebellious.

Everyone can see He Feng's rebellion. He is unrestrained and unruly, and hardly cares about anything.

And Jiang Lan's rebellion was hidden deep in his bones.She is a well-behaved student, who hardly does anything out of line, and she does her best to help the class and be the teacher's helper.However, she is not obedient and smooth in her bones.He Feng knew it in his heart.

People always seem to be friends or enemies with people who are similar to themselves.On the one hand, people are conceited and proud of everything they have, and on the other hand, they hate themselves very much.He loves and hates people who are similar to himself.

And he?He is actually a sensitive and dull person.On the one hand, he can perceive all emotions and even subtle changes. On the other hand, he can't think clearly about his own emotions, thinking deeply about pain, so he is lazy to think deeply.

This kind of person is sentimental and stupid, so he is easily hurt.But it seems that there is no way to change it, and the injury seems to be taken for granted.

This world owes nothing to anyone, and everyone has accepted the gift of the world since birth.You may say that some people are born miserable and never happy. Isn't this what the world owes to him?No, this is a debt owed by man to man.The world is for people, there is only gift.Because the world can never get anything from humans, but humans can survive in the world through breathing and food.

What about mental and emotional?Does the world ignore you?Just let you suffer?

The world might say, "That's your business."

So, aren't the injuries you suffered the marks you should have?

He sometimes hates himself too.

During class break, Yang Jingcheng was going to buy drinks at the canteen, Li Yihuan asked her to help bring a pack of spicy sticks, Yang Jingcheng kicked him and agreed.Suddenly, an inexplicable idea came to He Feng's mind.

"Jing Cheng, bring me a smear pencil."

Yang Jingcheng gave him a strange look and agreed.

In autumn, the autumn wind always blows in bursts.Blowing off one leaf after another, the leaves fluttered in the air, floated and fell on the ground.

There are several ginkgo trees outside the window near the corridor, which are straight and tall.In summer, the leaves of ginkgo are full, very green and very green, and now they start to turn yellow one by one, but the tree is still full of leaves

There was no class for the past two days, everyone was reviewing, but He Feng had nothing to do, he read the things to be tested in the morning, and started to read some other messy books in the afternoon.

He likes some very heartfelt words, the kind of delicate and tender words.Maybe you will be surprised.But you have to believe that he is not a rough person. As I said before, he is a sensitive person.

Calling people to play at this time is not enough people, after all, they still have to review.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, He Feng went to the playground for a walk alone.I don't know what kind of mentality it is, maybe I just want to walk alone.

It was windy on the playground, and he was still a little cold in his school uniform jacket.But he just didn't want to stay in the classroom. Now that he was blown by the cold wind, his mind was abnormally clear. After reading the books all afternoon, he was full of sleepiness, but now he was blown away by the wind.

The playground is a red plastic track, with a green football field in the middle, where I usually do radio gymnastics.There is a circle of trees on the edge of the playground, and there is a small forest near the bend.Outside the tree is an iron fence, outside the iron fence is a small river, and beside the river are residential buildings. The river passes under the road and flows to an unknown distance.

The playground is very empty, there is no shelter, and there are no people.He walks slowly.

Suddenly remembered a person from long ago.

It was the first person he felt a little bit fond of.

She is a girl with shoulder-length short hair, very short and small.One afternoon in junior high school, he was leaning on the iron railing outside the classroom. At that time, their classroom was on the second floor. He looked sideways at the trees downstairs. The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing. Green light, slightly swaying with the wind.

He just wanted to look that way.

As if responding to some kind of call, he suddenly felt that he wanted to turn around, and in fact he turned around too, and she suddenly appeared in his sight.

When he turned his head, she seemed to be inspired too, and looked up at him sideways, and their eyes met for a moment.He Feng felt that her eyes were soft and clear, as if there was spring water in them.Her hair is also very soft, and she looks very good and good.

——For a moment, I wanted to hold him in my arms.

later?There is no later, he rarely sees her, even if he sees her by chance, he feels as if she is not the same as when he first saw her.He can no longer see Qingquan, nor feel that her hair is soft.

So far.

He thought about Luo Yunting again.

One day you meet someone. Before you met him, you were the only one in your whole world, but after that, you have him in your world.You won't meet each other all the time, but you are always in his heart, and some small things will make you sensitive and uneasy.There will be throbbing in your heart from time to time, and you will feel that it is because of him.

You will feel impulsive towards him.This impulse is that you hope that when you look at him, he also looks at you; you hope that he is only one step away from you, within reach; you hope that he can see you when you are chic; I don't mind embarrassing in public, but I'm afraid of him appearing.

This kind of impulse is that when he is in front of you, you always feel far away and long to hold him in your arms; When you frown slightly, you want to kiss his brows flat; when he smiles happily because of other things, you want to break the smile.

This impulse can be big or small.

For Luo Yunting, this impulse was so strong that it frightened him.

The sun has moved westward, but it is still in full bloom. It is no longer as bright and dazzling as at noon, but it looks like dusk, as if the air is illuminated into a warm orange, and the whole world.He suddenly couldn't see things in the distance clearly, and he needed to squint his eyes to see how they were coated with orange light.

Time is so slow.

He stopped slowly.Not wanting to leave, he walked to the middle of the green field in the middle of the runway and lay down on his back.The orange sun shone on him, on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.With his eyes closed, he could feel the orange sunlight shining into his pupils through his eyelids, and he thought that if he opened his eyes, his pupils must be illuminated into the color of clear amber.

When he lay down like this, it seemed that everything was far away, he didn't think about anything anymore, his mind was chaotic and clear again.He couldn't remember many things and didn't bother to recall them, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.The whole person seems to be connected with the green grass, as if breathing together.

In this way, he felt the orange sunlight in the air and the cool wind, lying down all the time.

I don't know how long I lay there.

As if he woke up suddenly, the wind blowing on his body suddenly became colder, and the orange light in his pupils faded, and he suddenly remembered many things, those that made people worry and worry.

He Feng sat up.But he didn't stand up. He lowered his head slightly, propped one hand on the ground, and fiddled with his hair with the other hand.But as if calling, he suddenly raised his head.

A figure was seen in the distance.The figure stood under the ginkgo tree next to the teaching building, standing in the light.When he looked at the figure, the man turned and left.

He didn't know who it was, but he felt he should know.

He looked in that direction for a while, got up and patted the broken grass on his body, and walked towards the classroom.

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