Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

How should I introduce the world in which Wang Miao lives.

This is Wutong City, full of luxury and luxury, feasting and feasting, as far as the eye can see, the traffic is converging, the neon lights are not extinguished, and further away is the river. Going south along the river, you will arrive at Shenhai City.

Outsiders say that Shenhai City is full of opportunities and a blessed place to make a fortune, but Shenhai City is actually just Shenhai City, with only rivers and alleys.

People here are weak, money is paramount here, everyone keeps their heads down to catch the morning bus, no one will talk with you, and no one will care whether you have cried or not.

Loneliness is a very smart thing. It will only charge when you are alone and helpless. When you want to speak to others, it will choke in your throat. When you open your mouth, you can’t make a sound. In the end, I can only shut up and be silent.

Wang Miao hasn't gotten used to this kind of world for two years since he moved here, and there are some things he can never get used to, such as the winter in the south.

The deep winter in the south is not like the north. The cold in the north is straightforward. The wind blows people's faces and hurts them. The people hiding in the thick fleece only show their eyes. The south is different. Its wind also carries moisture. , along the gaps in the clothes, penetrated into the skin, reached the lungs and then stuck, unable to break free, shake off or avoid, Wang Miao always felt that his body smelled musty, and mushrooms were about to grow.

Wang Miao was leaning on the bedside, and there was fog outside the window. He turned on his phone and looked at the time. At five o'clock in the morning, Wang Miao took out the cigarette case under the pillow, took out the last cigarette, bit it, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

The street lamps turned on one by one, the warm yellow halo spread in the mist, gradually there were voices in the alley, Wang Miao turned on the lights in the room, brushed his teeth and washed his face, sliced ​​bread, milk, bacon, fried eggs, and finished breakfast in 15 minutes.

After Wang Miao put on his sweater and school uniform, he wrapped himself in a thick cotton jacket. He looked back to confirm that there were no omissions, and then locked the door. His parents were busy with work. This was Wang Miao's third year living alone.

Wang Miao stepped on the bike and stepped on it standing up. It seems that every teenager likes this kind of whistling way of riding a bike. The morning reading starts at 55:[-], and they have to enter the classroom at [-]:[-]. There are two roads from Wang Miao’s house to the school. , one is nearer and the other is a little farther away, he would detour a little every day to avoid He Chen.

"Magic" is performed every day on the straight road leading to the school. Teenagers riding trams or pedaling bicycles do not know which corners they run out of, and then gather together by honking horns or bells. Wang Miao can always meet classmates, and Wang Miao The speed of the car also depends on the classmates you meet. For example, if you meet Xiang Nuan, you will know that it is still early. If you meet Du Xiao, you will have to run as fast as you can.

Wang Miao is a "man of the hour" in the No. [-] Middle School. There was an uproar about a post about him in the post bar, about Wang Miao being taken care of by a married man.

Many people suddenly realized, including Wang Miao's ex-boyfriend He Chen.

But Wang Miao didn't explain anything, when he was isolated, made fun of, and He Chen accused him for no reason.

"How much does that man give you a month?"

"You did it with him?"

"Aren't you just a seller?"

"You're not even worth five hundred!"

Unbridled emotional venting becomes a knife

Wang Miao clenched his fists and finally swallowed the words he wanted to explain. He just looked at He Chen and smiled, then he said, yes.

Naturally, we had to break up. He Chen had many suitors. Not long after he broke up with Wang Miao, he had a new love. Compared to Wang Miao, he was more beautiful, and He Chen had a body that He Chen liked. He could hug like a little sheep. The airtight kind.

As for Wang Miao, he was as withdrawn as ever, living in gossip with a deadpan face, arriving at work on time to spread out his books, and then using the morning reading time to catch up on sleep.

"What do you think it's like to be that man?"

"Hee hee, just go and ask him if it's okay."

"Oh, it's disgusting, forget it."

The volume was not too loud, and the gloating tone was mixed with the desire to be discovered by the person concerned, but Wang Miao's head buried in his arms did not have the slightest desire to lift up, so the atmosphere in the morning reading class gradually fell to freezing point, and there was a slight The snoring took over.

At seven o'clock, Wang Miao received a text message from Bingyu, so he tidied up his desks and left the classroom under the eyes of the whole class.

The whispering gradually turned into a clamor, rushing out of that classroom and bumping into Wang Miao's back, maybe a few good classmates slipped to the door to peep at his whereabouts, Wang Miao thought to himself, but Wang Miao didn't look back.

According to the school's regulations, art students can freely arrange the time for evening study. The piano room, studio, dance room and school auditorium are all open to art students, and the most popular one is the school auditorium. Art students can requisition seats. Music students can requisition all the audio equipment in the backstage, and dance students are naturally the stage and lighting. Different types of art students coexist harmoniously here. Of course, there are also many girls who sneak out of the classroom for various reasons to peek at themselves Just one glance at a happy boy is the purest sweet and sour thought at the beginning of love.

"You are here." Bing Yu, who was dragging the mat on the stage, waved his hand.

"What's the matter?" Wang Miao hadn't continued training for a long time. After the rumors about him spread rapidly, Wang Miao spent most of his time sleeping in the classroom, no matter in class or after class.

"There is a program for the school celebration, without you the dance progress is too slow." Bingyu took off his coat and threw it aside, then dragged Wang Miao to sit on the mat together.

"Me? It's not suitable." Wang Miao crossed his legs, put his hands in his pockets and smiled reluctantly.

"What's inappropriate?" Bing Yu tilted his head.

"You haven't heard what happened to me recently?" Wang Miao held his chin.

"I support you." Bingyu smiled brightly.

At 21:30, there are only a few stores open during this time period. The milk tea shop on the corner of the street is one of them. Students who have finished their evening courses come in groups and leave in groups. The "delicious" ingredients blended make the boss earn a lot of money.

Most of the people sitting in the store are couples. The heavy academic pressure makes love grow only in fragmented time. Hugs or kisses are fierce like two wolves robbing food in the wilderness, with the wildest impulse and passion. eager.

"A cup of hot cocoa, thank you." Wang Miao hid at the door after ordering. He came a little late, and there were no seats in the store.

Wang Miao squatted on the steps of the door and smoked a cigarette skillfully. Every time he took a puff, he exhaled a long smoke. The younger brother they brought with them, Wang Miao clicked to look at it and then backed out.

"I didn't go out to make money today." A gloating voice.

"Why do you care about him? Is it dirty?" She smiled sarcastically.

Then there was a roar of laughter.

The people in the store also looked towards the door.

Wang Miao stomped out the cigarette butt.

"Your hot cocoa." The boss poked his head out and broke the deadlock.

"Thank you." Wang Miao took it with both hands, bowed his head and staggered away from He Chen and the friends behind him.

That's great, I dare to cuddle in front of my friends, Wang Miao thought so, then kicked off the car support, and fled in a little embarrassment.

"I am back."

Wang Miao lowered his head to change his shoes, then shouted to the empty living room, then hid in the room and locked the door.

Life was still going on, but Bing Yu came to see Wang Miao more and more frequently. Every time Wang Miao walked out the door, he would hear the students in the front row sniggering disdainfully.

Rumors are on the back.

"I invite you to eat ice cream." Bingyu walked in front and suddenly turned around.

"It's winter, you eat ice cream? Are you sick?" Wang Miao frowned.

"Do you want to buy ice cream for Lantern Festival shopping?" Bingyu blinked. He always used endless fallacies, which were always effective against Wang Miao.

So the two teenagers really bought two ice creams, and their teeth chattered when they ate them on the steps at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Yang Bingyu greets your mother for me, really." Wang Miao shivered coldly.

"To each other." Bingyu hopped around in place to increase the heat.

"Admiration." Wang Miao raised his middle finger.

"He Chen will come tomorrow, and the man who played with him will also come. They all study art." Bing Yu threw this sentence before running to the trash can to throw the packaging bag.

"Oh." Wang Miao lowered his head and bit off more than half of the ice cream and swallowed it, then knelt down and covered his stomach.

"Wang Miao!" Bing Yu rushed back to support Wang Miao when he was about to collapse.

"Have you heard, it's the one who sold it, and passed out." Yixu leaned close to He Chen, as if he had got some shocking secret, he came to listen before and after greeting, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his voice , "You guess why?"

"Why, why?" Someone asked with wide-eyed eyes.

He Chen stopped writing notes and raised his ears.

"Eating ice cream in winter, idiots are not idiots, I'll be hospitalized after eating ice cream hahaha!" Yi Xu was overjoyed lying on the table.

"Oh, I admire it." Someone clicked their tongues.

"Where's in the infirmary? Dead or not?" He Chen rewrote his notes.

"I heard from the people in the auditorium that they went to the infirmary, and Yang Bingyu is still taking care of him. Hey, do you think Wang Miao let Yang Bingyu do that?" Yixu lowered his voice and smiled wretchedly.

"Do you still have water?" He Chen unscrewed the thermos and tilted his head to look at Yixu.

"It's gone, I drank it all up." Yixu shook the empty cup.

"Then I'll go buy a bottle. Do you want a drink? I'll bring it back to you." He Chen stood up and stomped his feet.

Wang Miao decided to ride Bingyu's tram back home. Considering his current physical strength, it was a luxury to ride home by himself.

There was no light in the parking place, so Wang Miao lit a cigarette. He sat on the back seat of someone's tram, looking at the teaching building in front of him. As the school day approached, the teaching building was gradually boiling, and there were restless noises in the windows one after another. People are shaking, maybe they want to see if other classes leave early, maybe they want to peep if the leader is patrolling the corridor.

It's like a sparrow living in a golden cage, unable to break free from the shackles and unwilling to surrender, so it always jumps up and down in the cage to make noise, so as to attract attention.

On the fourth floor, next to the fourth window from the left is He Chen's seat, and five seats ahead are Bai Yi's seat.

Wang Miao threw away the cigarette butt, and the last puff of smoke settled in his lungs for a long time before he spit it out.

Bing Yu just stood quietly.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

As if the doorbell was urging, Wang Miao squinted his eyes and took out his mobile phone under the pillow. At six o'clock, Wang Miao turned over and opened his eyes to pay homage to the sleepiness of death. The beautiful weekend began in a bad way. Patiently opened the door.

"Surprise!" Yang Bingyu's face.

Wang Miao rolled his eyes at him, then turned around and went into the kitchen to seriously study which flavor of yogurt he was going to have this morning.

"Today we have a performance!" Yang Bingyu showed his head behind the wall.

"Yeah." Wang Miao unscrewed the lid, and a can of oat milk was right for breakfast.

"Are you going to see it?" Yang Bingyu asked carefully.

"No." Wang Miao, who licked the bottle cap clean, pushed aside Yang Bingyu, who was in the way, and then went into the room and took out the computer.

The word "dream" was stripped from Wang Miao's body after that incident happened. The older teachers and the class teachers took turns talking, and they, who were proficient in conversational skills, claimed to investigate the truth of the matter, but Wang Miao read in their eyes that they only Care about gossip.

The same goes for the dance teacher, asking the ins and outs of the matter, touching Wang Miao's body intentionally or unintentionally, what are you expecting, throwing yourself into his arms?

Wang Miao was a little annoyed.