Thirteen Yaolang

"Some children's thoughts are difficult for adults to understand. As a researcher, I can accept this. For example, there is a child who is very good on the surface, but he is vengeful and vicious in his heart. This child has two sides, but his real side is very good. Few people see..." The university professor was talking on the podium, spit flying everywhere, and the students in the audience leaned back a few rows, playing with their phones lazily.A few high school bullies sat in the special area for high school bullies, listening piously with their ears pricked up.

Zhang Zhe rested his chin in a drowsy state.It's been a year since high school graduation.He and Xie Di both passed the test in City A, but Xie Di went to a key university.

At another university, Xie Di stood in the auditorium, giving a speech in a shirt and tie.His voice was flat and flat, but convincing.After finishing speaking, he bowed politely, and the auditorium burst into applause.The mentor who recommended him gave him an appreciative look with a smug look on his face.He calmly got off the stage amidst a group of girls' nympho, looked around and saw a figure similar to Zhang Zhe, his heart skipped a beat, he was a little agitated, he looked carefully and found that it was not, and returned to his seat with a blank expression on his face.

Zhang Zhe, who was in another university in city A, sneezed and rubbed his nose unexpectedly, feeling bewildered. "Who is scolding me. I'll wipe it." "Why would someone scold you? My lord, you are overthinking!" Fu Mengni said in a reverent and earnest tone.That's right, he and Fu Mengni were admitted to the same university and are still in the same class. "Don't call me an adult," Zhang Zhe held a book to cover his face, turned his head and said to Mengni secretly, "I feel like a middle school." He knows how to distinguish between good and bad, and a sense of relief arises spontaneously, "Understood, my lord!" Zhang Zhe "..."

Zhang Zhe met a group of friends in college, to be precise, seniors and sisters. They often meet together to play ball, sing, eat barbecue, and make jokes.The tallest one is Yuanyuan, and the first thing she says when they meet each day is: "I am still tall and handsome today." There is also a fat man, known as Uncle, who is always smiling and very enthusiastic.There is also an art student, everyone calls him Tuhao.A slob who hurts people and circles every day, never tires of it, and is very talkative, Zhang Zhe thinks he is talking about stand-up comedy.Sister Wheel, who sings well and plays fiercely, always tells Zhang Zhe that you are just a little boy.The real name is very literary, but the big sister gave her a bold girl with a rude name, and there are a few beauties, and a few boys who don't have a sense of existence and are the same age as Zhang Zhe.They always call Zhang Zhe when they play.Zhang Zhe has always felt that he is a silent person who is not good at making friends, but he can't believe that he can still meet these friends.

"Hey, do you have time in the afternoon? Come eat hot pot." The fat uncle shouted cheerfully on the phone.

When Zhang Zhe arrived, everyone had come together. The fat uncle was sweating, and he seemed to be shrouded in immortality in the steaming hot pot steam. "Xiao Zhe is late, but seeing how naive he is, we won't punish him." Hua Nao said with a look of amnesty.Yuanyuan made homemade orange juice, and the group of people were all overwhelmed by the hot pot. Watching him take out the orange juice, they wanted to drink a glass. Y Yuanyuan said faintly: "You guys disliked me just now." Everyone was still discussing where to go in the afternoon While playing, the boss came over to serve the dishes. Zhang Zhe saw this person and felt very familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen him.The boss smiled at him, and Zhang Zhe felt that he seemed to know him.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Hua Nao suddenly asked Zhang Zhe.

"No...no." Zhang Zhe replied.

"Wow...you can choose as many girls as you want, and of course there are round beauties..."

Everyone roared with laughter, Zhang Zhe also smiled perfunctorily.

"I don't think these people are reliable!" said a senior.

Of course it's unreliable, Zhang Zhe thought.All of them are like gangsters.

"I'm talking about love. It means you suddenly feel that you don't need to conquer the world, become famous, become famous, or have a lot of money, but you can still feel happy. You even lose your ambition a little bit, and you think it's good. In fact, men It's really a fragile thing." The senior looked like someone who had come here.

"Really, that's really worthless." Zhang Zhe took a piece of fish tofu and chewed it in his mouth.

The sky gradually dimmed, and there was a comfortable evening breeze blowing gently.Thirteen was sitting in a fishing boat on the river, peeling peanuts and chatting with the fishermen. It was nothing more than the fact that the towns were changing with each passing day. The riverside was going to be fenced and reclaimed, and a dam was going to be built upstream, so that there was less water downstream.

"Every year is not as good as one year." The old fisherman swung his oars, his sigh faintly drowned in the wind, "In this life, I just want to feel uncomfortable."

"That's... Grandpa, you are a sensible person, and you live a happy life. We mortals just can't bear this curiosity, and want to find out right and wrong, and some people's lives are on the line." Thirteen black and deep His eyes glowed in the night.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." The fisherman sighed thoughtlessly.

Thirteen squinted his eyes and stopped talking. He suddenly remembered that he used to go boating on the lake, with a glass of sake in his hand, surrounded by silence, watching the surrounding lake and mountain scenery reflected in the water, against the fine boat shadows, and thinking deeper, there was a winter snow top, Bamboo forests in summer, fog in rainy days, clear clouds in sunny days, villages in valleys and flowing clouds in the sky, cows and bells under their necks, curling streams winding around peaks, and green clothes under willow trees The man in the shirt looked back and smiled brightly.

The spring breeze is ten miles, and the spring rain is in full bloom.

The dead are so close to each other day and night.

The old fisherman spoke again, "Once a person gets old, he always thinks about the past, and can't stop thinking about trivial housework."

Thirteen eyes smiled: "Old man, everything you say is the truth, you are an expert in the world, I admire you."

"Hey, we were also one of the best talents in the village back then, and the dream lover of many girls."

"You are still a person with a story in your feelings." Shisan's smile grew stronger.

"Where is it, it's far worse than you little creampies!"

"..." Thirteen looked away.

In another corner of the city, young people go to KTV to drink and sing.Zhang Zhe went up after drinking some wine, took the microphone and started yelling, a love song was sung by him as if he was heroic, heroic and tragic.A group of fox friends and dog friends around knocked on the wine bottle and booed and applauded.Gradually he felt dizzy, and felt a sense of depression in his chest go straight out, and his face became moist.

"Are you still crying?" He heard someone beside him say.

"I'm an emotional person." He casually tugged on the sleeves of the people around him and began to cry.

"It's all your fault for drinking this kid, what is he talking about."

The person called □□ was already lying on the sofa, drunk and fast asleep.

"I'm a good person, and I haven't done anything wrong to anyone." Zhang Zhe choked up his voice.

"Normally a good person would say that he is a good person... Well... Senior sister, why did you hit me? What did I say wrong?"

"I'm normal! I'm not going to do this anymore! I'm leaving the stall! Don't let anyone stop me! Chigui, go and force that uncle, it's unreliable."

"Who are you calling? What's the matter?" Zhang Zhe felt someone shouting from afar.

"Big event." Zhang Zhe responded softly.

Yuanyuan was tired after shouting hoarsely into Zhang Zhe's ear, and couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"You're the only one who fucking does big things?"

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The young man began to let go of family hatred, entanglement between humans and ghosts, grievances and disputes, and happily agitated. . .