When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

It seemed that suddenly there were many things bored in his mind, about himself, about Luo Yunting.It made him not used to it.For a long time, he had only his own affairs in his heart, even if it was about Li Yihuan and the others, it would never make him distressed.

For friends, he would go out of his way for them, but he wouldn't be upset about these things.

He wants to understand Luo Yunting's past, so that he can know why Luo Yunting is what it is now, and he wants to know the root of those contradictions—maybe for others, they don't realize where the contradictions are at all. They only need to see Luo Yunting's perfect appearance, they only need to like his beautiful appearance, gentle personality, and outstanding ability, they only need to know that he is omnipotent, they only need to worship and like him .Or, even if they can realize that there are some contradictory things under such a perfect appearance, they will not care, because those have nothing to do with them, those contradictory factors are not what they like, they just need to see and Just accept what they like, they just need to see the superficially strong and perfect Luo Yunting.

He used to think so too.

He used to ask himself, does he like his perfect look?

No, he likes everything about this person, he likes his strong and perfect appearance on the surface, he also likes his fragile appearance, he likes his sense of contradiction, he likes his reserved but bold appearance, he likes his expression Simple, but also like the complexity in his heart, like the way he smiles, and also like the way he cries.

How does Luo Yunting cry?

That day, on the rooftop, Luo Yunting told him about the past that he had never heard of before.Luo Yunting said, it's actually not considered the past, it's only been more than a year, but, in his memory, it seems like a long time has passed.He obviously had a good memory, but he began to gradually forget things related to his brother. He could still remember many things clearly when he was a child, but things began to blur when he grew up. He even began to forget what his brother looked like when he grew up.

In fact, He Feng understands that it is probably because people are born to protect themselves, so that their painful memories will gradually blur.

Many people are cruel, not because they don't feel the pain, but because they are smart enough, they know that sooner or later, the things that make them suffer will be forgotten by themselves, and those seemingly tragic wounds that will never heal will always be Slowly heal, so when they are in pain, they will show indifference, and then when there is no one, they will be expressionless and quietly wait for the wound to heal itself.

They will also laugh at those who seem to be affectionate, saying to themselves, in fact, we are all the same, people, nothing more than that.It's just that you are more hypocritical than me, even so hypocritical that you can deceive yourself, boil those emotions that have not boiled before, boil them like boiling water, and let everyone know your pain.

No matter how painful the emotion is, it can only be [-] degrees, and it can't roll no matter what.

Luo Yunting cried that day, he didn't boil the water himself.

He Feng knew that he was not such a hypocritical person.

But why does water boil?He suddenly told himself those things that day.That day, there was bright sunshine, warm wind, dazzling white clouds, piano melody, and charming kisses——obviously, all the atmospheres were too good to be true, but he suddenly told himself The scar in his heart.

Luo Yunting is not a person who likes to confide, this person even seldom talks—he means, what this person really wants to say.

He always feels that this person shouldn't talk, he can look at everyone and smile slightly, but he doesn't talk, he doesn't care about anything, he won't agree with others, and he won't answer the teacher He would not refuse other people's confession, he just sat there with his chin propped on one hand, looking at the world quietly and smiling.

But he said a lot to himself that day.

Are those words spoken to yourself?

is it?

In the evening, during self-study last night, Zhao Wen brought a message.

In the evening self-study of the first quarter, Zhao Wen walked in with the bell ringing, looked around, frowned slightly when he looked in He Feng's direction, and then looked elsewhere.

Zhao Wen walked up and down the aisles of the classroom with his hands behind his back. Everyone didn't dare to show their anger, and they all obediently lowered their heads to do their homework.

He didn't do his homework, but was painting, very seriously.

The pencil rubbed against the slightly rough white paper, and the lead powder stuck to his fingertips and palms. As soon as he exerted force, there was a slight "snap" sound, and the pencil broke.

His pencil is a wooden 2B pencil, not a mechanical pencil, and he doesn't bring a pencil sharpener, and only this one.He took a look at the half-painted painting, and decided to borrow one from the front seat.

The boy in the front seat is called Wei Mio, he looks fair and clean, he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, he is quiet like a girl, he is two years older than everyone else, I heard that he took two years off from school before, so he is the same as He Feng and the others. level up.

He and Wei Mio are very destined. Since the beginning of school in September, the seat has been adjusted several times. He has been sitting in this corner, and Wei Mio has been sitting in front of him.

He sat in this position and did not move. He applied to Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen didn't want to agree, but if he sat in another position, it meant that he had to have a deskmate. Zhao Wen didn't want anyone to be harmed by him. , so I agreed with him to sit in this place all the time.

Why Wei Mio didn’t change seats, he didn’t know, and he wasn’t interested in knowing—after all, Wei Mio was a good front seater, he was quiet and peaceful, he asked him questions, and he always answered him, and asked him to borrow things , and can always be borrowed.

Sometimes Wei Mi would remind him that Zhao Wen was here.

He still remembered that when school just started, Zhao Wen had been staring at him, always swaying in front of him from time to time.You know, He Feng is born without knowing what they call "what to do and what not to do". He only knows what he "want to do and what not to do."

During self-study that night, he was sleeping on the table, drowsy, when he suddenly felt the table shake, he raised his head, and it was Wei Mi in front who knocked back on the table, he only thought Wei Mi was careless , was about to lie down and continue to sleep, when he saw Zhao Wen walking from the front door to the back door.Of course, he was too lazy to talk to Zhao Wen, so he lay down, changed his face, turned his face to the wall, and continued to sleep.

At that time, Zhao Wen hadn't given up on him, he just regarded him as an ordinary disobedient student, and wanted to "lead him back to the journey", so when Zhao Wen saw him continue to sleep like no one else, he called him to the Criticize education outside the classroom.

Only later did he know that Wei Mi hit the table to remind him.This kind of thing happened many times. Although it didn't need much for him, he was still very grateful to the front seat.

He looked at the back of Wei Mio in the front seat who was seriously doing homework, and reached out to pat Wei Mio on the shoulder. Wei Mio turned his head and asked him what's the matter with his eyes.Then he suddenly saw the two black handprints on Wei Mio's shoulders—the lead powder that had stuck to his fingers before, but now stuck to this man's white clothes...

For a moment, he didn't know how to speak, should he apologize first, or should he borrow a pencil first?

Wei Mi followed his gaze and saw her shoulder.Wei Mi was silent for a moment, looking at him, he was a little embarrassed.So he apologized first, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice that I had lead powder on my hand."

Wei Mi shook his head slightly, indicating that it was okay, and then handed him a pencil.

He was a little surprised, how did Wei Mi know that he wanted to borrow a pencil from him?

At this time the classroom was very quiet, with Zhao Wen patrolling, everyone dared not speak, Wei Mi could only say to him in a very low voice: "I heard the sound of your pencil breaking just now." turn around.

He froze for a moment, then continued to draw with his head down.

Zhao Wen came for three self-study classes on a rare occasion today, and he never left.When Li Yihuan was in the middle of get out of class, she couldn't help but come to him to complain: "He Feng, did Zhao Wen take the wrong medicine today? Or did he fight with his wife and seek refuge at school?"

He thought what Li Yihuan said was funny, so he curled the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

Lan Ye happened to come to them to look for Wei Mio, and when he heard Li Yihuan's words, he also scratched his head in doubt, and said, "Usually he has the most personal affairs, and usually only comes to one class at most, and waits for a class from beginning to end. It's going to kill him, why don't you leave today?"

He didn't even glance at Zhao Wen's direction, and said, "What should I do? I don't care what he does."

Lan Ye smiled meanly: "Of course I don't have your concentration, after all, not everyone is not afraid of boiling water."

Lan Ye dared to make fun of him, probably because he was tired of work, he made a gesture to stand up and hit Lan Ye, but the boy tilted his body in Li Yihuan's direction, then dodged and said, "I'm leaving first!" Just ran away.

This idiot Lan Ye is really cute sometimes.

Ten minutes before the end of the third self-study class, Zhao Wen finally wandered from the aisle to the podium, coughed twice, indicating that he was going to start talking.

He held a stack of half A4-sized paper in his back-handed hand, and he showed everyone what kind of form it was.

"It's been a relaxed day for most of the semester, and everyone should be nervous. Pass the time lazily every day, don't forget, now is high school, the first stage in your life where you have to work hard - divided into arts and sciences , you will find that everyone around you is trying to move forward!" Zhao Wen with his hands behind his back, glanced at the students below on the podium.

Zhao Wen didn't directly say that he wanted to be divided into classes in arts and sciences, but the meaning in his words, coupled with the stack of papers in his hand just now, made everyone understand that he had to choose arts and sciences and prepare for class placement.

[The author has something to say: Sorry for the interruption yesterday~ I went to study hard yesterday.

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In fact, I feel that the place written earlier needs a major revision, but it is impossible to revise it before it is finished, so that it will never be finished, so a major revision will be released after it is finished (the Cambrian will not change it) I did, but I will come up with a physical book later, and the above will be the final version after revision)

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