[Twilight] Bright sunshine

The first class is Mr. Ryan's History of World Civilization, a basic course in high school.I am very familiar with standing up the book and posing in a serious pose. I sit in the last row. For the teacher, students like me are always the most insignificant, so I never worry about him guessing that I am distracted. trick.I never ask myself to graduate with full marks, as long as I complete 24 subjects within four years, getting a diploma is my biggest goal.

For a woman who is close to a middle-aged aunt, there is not much advantage in going back to school. These textbooks have been torturing my fragile memory and comprehension.

I don't have many friends in Fox, and among the few friends I don't have any peers.At the age when I should be integrated into Fox's children, I was desperately collecting books about life and researching some illusory black subjects.The appearance of seven or eight-year-old children can't stop my horrible indifference. Those children who are still in elementary school see me as if they saw a dirty scary witch. Even during the time I lived in Charlie's house, Charlie's house was full Become a scary haunted house.

In the small town of Forks, anyone of her age would know that Claire was a gloomy and weird guy, a total weirdo.I acted enough as a child to turn away all the boys and girls who grew up, so I never expected to have a warm young friend.

Away from all eyes, I started to open the envelope I received this morning, a letter from a friend in Italy.The envelope seems to be specially made, and there is an exquisite V-shaped emblem under the stamp. He never writes his full name, and always abbreviates himself as C, the third capital letter of 26 letters.

I've guessed his real name, but it's just a wild guess, C's connotations are too broad—C grades; carbon elements; figure perimeter; sissy man.

He doesn't tell me and I don't ask, the mystery of pen pals is not the reason for me to ask curiously.

The envelope bag opened and the things inside slid out. I quickly swept my hands and grabbed the things in my hands. I looked up and saw that everyone was listening to the class and no one was paying attention, so I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.It was an album, the original Beatles album "Abbey Road" in [-]. I saw McCartney striding past the cover of the zebra crossing with the rest of the members, with his bare feet holding a cigarette, and his palms felt a little hot.

I couldn't help laughing silently, I still remember the time when I started talking with a pen, this guy despised country music and rock music to death.For him, apart from classical music and opera, there is no other music in the world. He has a deep research on ancient Greek drama, but he can't name any popular classic in the [-]th century.

Speaking of it, it has been almost six or seven years since the first letter. The time is both fast and long. Old Antique, who likes ancient dramas, has been talked about by me so much that he will find pop music albums for me.

Put the album back in the bag, and plan to put the rare original on Emma's bookshelf when I get home.The letter was clipped at the bottom of the envelope. In the past few years, he finally learned to write with a pen on white paper.I will never forget that the first letter I received from him was on quill parchment, and that parchment was old enough to be auctioned off as an antique.I have always suspected that he did it on purpose, so as to show how rich he is.

It’s just that the font can’t be changed, the paper is full of pleasing to the eye, but the English fancy fonts are dazzling for a long time.Those ticks and strokes are particularly exaggerated. I wonder if this person usually writes like this, it's exaggerated and stinky.

In the upper right corner of the letter is the time, without a specific address.The following is the text, written with more force and thick ink than ordinary people——Dear Claire: "I don't know if you have received the stock investment list I sent you last time. You have nothing to do with it, because you never intended to come out of your lonely, poor, useless little village and spend a penny on any property you couldn't see."

I couldn't help shaking, and suddenly remembered that I had received a list from C last time.Because he often thinks that I am poor and pitiful, and he can’t imagine how anyone in this world can hang out in an old jacket from two years ago, so he gave me this kind of stuff on his own initiative and asked me to learn to invest.

But the ordinary citizens have been in the mentality for a long time, and feel that any investment is risky, and the money in my bank can't stand the fuss.Greed is a sin, and besides, I have no interest in the stock market and I don’t understand it. In the end, it rained every day at Fox and my computer was flooded and crashed, and I was too lazy to go out and completely forgot about it.

But how he knew that I didn't go to buy stocks is really strange.

Then looking down, C began to complain about the people around him again.

"My Claire, you can't imagine how bad my life is recently. It's like every day outside the window is clear and cloudless, and the sun is so bright that I want to kill something. M that idiot is against my decision again, he looks like that I have been tired of watching it for centuries, and the wrinkles on my face are almost like cliffs. Two months ago, I sat next to him to see how long he could stay still, and I am still sitting next to him now. Every time A laughs I can't wait to kick him into the gutter sewer, let his ugly white smiling face and his contrived every move accompany the dirty underground rat, and I don't want to think that my old face is so wretched and dark, it makes people sick when they laugh.

"Recently I've been thinking about setting fire to the house, biting them both half to death, and then hanging upside down on the bell tower to be exposed to the sun, and then the glittering beauty will be amazing.

"Oh no, I should learn to be patient, otherwise I will be the one who is easily hanged upside down on the bell tower. Although I'm sure they can't kill me, just like I can't kill them.

"It's such a boring fact, isn't it, no one but you knows I've been training. That idiot M will be following A anyway, I'm not fast enough to stop both of them at the same time, but I am sure that I will pass the bottleneck period after a while, and they may not necessarily be my opponents.

"I found a bunch of messy things in the garbage area of ​​the underground warehouse. Your so-called classic music is as cheap as dust. I don't know who was in charge of collecting it. Even this kind of unnutritious stuff can Shipped in truckloads to take up space. I don't think you'd want me to send you all of these, just grab one, those four idiots on the cover look awful, are you sure you really like them and not Are you a bad joke?

"The recent newborns are so rude that I want to stuff them one by one back into the hell of the eternal sleep. They are rude and stupid. I can't imagine who made these soulless idiots appear in this world. Only A You'd have to be smart enough to think it's a good idea to have a bunch of these noisy idiots in the house.

"This bunch of idiots lost my financial expert and fashion designer, and I recently had to go back to writing. A never cared about finances, and M I just begged him not to have a fit and self-harm. None of the family would be useful Well, if I don't take care of it myself until the next financial expert finds out, I doubt we'll all be back hunting in the woods next month due to financial mismanagement.

"And I'm getting more and more tired of A holding on to my hand. In his eyes, I'm just an empty-headed impulsive ghost, so I'm just an imbecility in his eyes. He didn't notice that I was Countless lies have been told in front of me. Every time he grabs my hand, I tell a lie. This is really boring and simple work, without any technical content."

——Mr. Ryan's voice is like a lullaby, and his class always likes to digress.I vaguely listened to what class he was teaching, while touching the snow-white letter paper.

C has complained countless times about his family members, he must really like them.I was so sure, it seemed to him that there were no other two people in the world who could command his attention.No matter this kind of attention is a white lie, or bad intentions.

The last line of the letter paper was not as neat as the beginning, it was as neat as a print.It seems that the concern written to me will make him feel troubled.

Slightly excessive force to messy to beautiful handwriting - "Are you sure you still want to stay in Forks and wait to die? Some places here are hollow areas suitable for human habitation, and you never have to worry about dangers that are not within the rules in those places , if you finally get your wits about you ask me for a list, lest your dry body be stuffed under the roots of a fir tree before my next letter arrives.

Your real friend-C".

I don't want to move at all, friend C.

I have long been used to this guy's arrogant to the point of bitterness. These years of regular correspondence let me know more or less about C's family situation, provided that he is not full of lies.

He likes to use an exaggerated and humorous tone to describe his life. I probably know that he has two relatives, A and M, and a bunch of unidentified residents. His life is very luxurious, but not many people can make money.

In fact, I have always suspected that C's family should have a financial deficit, because I know from him that there are dozens of rice worms that are not in production in his family, all of which are collected by A.I prefer that A is actually a philanthropist who has adopted a lot of newborn children without parents, but it costs a lot of money, so C who is in charge of finances has been looking at him and wants to beat him up.

In his mouth, M is the rice worm among the rice worms, because M eats the most, but basically doesn't care about things.

And the letter to me from the beginning of the implicit and noble gorgeous writing, now I am familiar with it every time I open the envelope, I probably know that this guy is another paper old woman nagging and complaining, except for the gorgeous font, he has nowhere to be called It is noble and gorgeous.

I once remembered that he once sent a letter with only one sentence: "Even if I am full of lies, I am the only one who is true to you."

I was so moved that an old girl who is almost a woman at my age almost burst into tears. To get such a friend really makes people feel that friendship lasts forever.Later, his letters began to grow. At the longest time, even the drafts of the theological topics he studied were sent to me as letter paper, which was more than 700 pages thick enough to produce two volumes.

And the purpose of his letter is to show off the depth of his erudition, plus a meal of ridicule and disdain for me.

Well, after a while I realized that this guy was just looking for a trash can called a friend.Because he still had to act aggressive at home, so after he finally found someone he had no interest in and whom he had never met before, he could trust him, and finally he was able to vomit his bitterness and act coquettishly.

The so-called friendship lasts forever, just like a trash can.

Sometimes this is the gap between emotion and reality.