She made herself visible only to me

When passing by the entrance of the community, Su Nian didn't know how to deal with so many candied haws, but when she saw a few children playing hide-and-seek downstairs, she had an idea.

The little electric donkey stopped downstairs, and in an instant, the group of children gathered around Su Nian wanting candied haws to eat, so she divided the candied haws, and in the end there were only two bunches left.

Instead of going home right away, Su Nian lit a cigarette in the garage downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

The past with Qin Li surged into her mind one after another like waves, mixed with the smoke she swallowed, which made her linger.

Before finishing a cigarette, the phone screen lit up, and it was a message from Zhou Mo.

"Near."

Only two words.

Su Nian's phone stopped on the screen, and slowly typed a "?"

On the screen, Zhou Mo immediately replied: "It's nothing, I just want to call you."

Out of habit, Su Nian sent six black dots "..."

"Is the candied haws sweet this time?"

Before Su Nian had time to eat, she glanced at the candied haws lying in the basket of the car, and replied with one word: "Sour."

Zhou Mo sent a crying emoji on the screen, and Su Nian turned off the phone without bothering to reply.

After putting out the cigarette butt, Su Nian walked out of the garage with the remaining candied haws.

When she got home, she dug out the set of "Things of the Ming Dynasty" on the bookcase.

Turning on the desk lamp, she quietly took out the last volume, flipped through the pages one by one, and suddenly reached the last page.

There is such a sentence written on it: "There is only one success-to live life in your own way."

in your own way?

What is your own way?

Did he hide in the bathroom and smoke while the teacher was not paying attention?

Or do you just hang out in the messy bar and pretend to be cool?

Or skipping classes, fighting and sleeping in school every day, living a life of drunken dreams, living like a year?

Are you really happy like this?

Is this kind of life really what you want?

Why did I keep avoiding Zhou Mo's feelings again and again?

In the final analysis, after all, I am not worthy of it.

After closing the book, Su Nian looked out the window blankly, she didn't know what to do.

Since she was a child, she has been instilled with the idea that she should study hard and then be admitted to a key university.

However, no one has ever told her how to spend her life.

She needs to find that answer herself.

She needs to know what the way that belongs to her is.

Probably only in this way, one day she can boldly accept the full love.

After turning off the light, Su Nian hugged the pink teddy bear and closed her eyes.

On the second day, she entered the classroom with the ringing of the bell, wondering if she was in a bad mood, Su Nian had no appetite at all, the bun was thrown into the trash can after a few bites.

The tasks that need to be completed in the morning reading are still written on the blackboard.

Putting down her schoolbag, she took out a collection of poems from the bookcase. Because she was really tired of the boring textbook knowledge, every word Su Nian read was filled with joy.

Literature is an unquenchable fire in her heart.

When she was very young, her mother's departure made her a child of a single-parent family. Her father was busy with work all year round, and she liked to read books when she was alone.

Those warm words not only healed her lonely and fragile heart, but also gave her endless warmth and strength.

In her memory, it seems that reading has become her spiritual pillar to fight against the world.

Su Feng paid her living expenses every month, and she used most of it to buy books, and the bookcases at home were full.

It is also for this reason that Su Nian's Chinese scores are not bad, and it is the only subject that can do well.

After the morning reading, Chen Yuan ran to the last row and said to Su Nian, "Brother Nian? The sports meeting is about to start, do you want to sign up?"

Ye Huan went to the bathroom from the last row, and just heard Chen Yuan's question, so he interrupted: "That must be...A Nian is a good long-distance runner!"

Su Nian, who was still hesitating at first, nodded when she heard this, "Who do you want to sign up for?"

"Just find the sports committee." Chen Yuan reminded, "Brother Nian, you have to bring back the first prize for our class!"

Su Nian patted Chen Yuan on the head suddenly, and joked, "It's quite a lot to ask...get lost."

After the first math class was over, Su Nian went to the sports committee to sign up.

With Zhou Mo away, Su Nian only reads magazines and sleeps in class, returning to his original monotonous life.

Nanchuan Middle School's annual sports meeting was in full swing and mobilization was started in all grades.

Su Nian was eating in the cafeteria after school at noon, and when she swiped her card, she saw the digital balance that upset her again.

I don't know when Zhou Mo will come back.

When Su Nian was eating, he suddenly asked himself this question.

She was sitting in the corner by herself and stuffing food into her mouth, when someone sat down in the empty seat next to her.

"Xiao Nian... Is this enough for you?" Qin Li brought a dish to Su Nian's.

"No, no, I have enough to eat!" Su Nian moved the plate in front of her to one side.

Seeing that Su Nian's face was not looking well, Qin Li stopped what he was doing, and said softly, "Did he not accompany you to dinner today?"

Of course Su Nian knew that Qin Li was talking about Zhou Mo, she continued to stuff her mouth with food, and said inexplicably: "After the summer vacation, you will be in your third year of high school, come on!"

Qin Li's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air, and he continued to ask: "Xiao Nian, do you like him?"

Su Nian gulped down the food on the plate, and after she swallowed the food, she said, "It doesn't matter who I like, you have nothing to do with it."

"You...have you really forgotten? We have experienced... so many good things..."

"I still remember when we used to eat, we always liked to put four dishes on one plate..."

"I still remember that you liked to feed Ju Xiaopang and Bai Paopao after lunch..."

"You like to plug four tubes of yogurt in a row at the same time and drink them all in one sitting..."

"I know you like strawberry-flavored lollipops the most, because you said that strawberry-flavored lollipops are the taste of love..."

"Don't talk about it." Su Nian picked up the plate and was about to get up, she said coldly: "These are not important anymore."

After sending the rice tray to the washing place, Su Nian turned to meet a familiar face.

It was one of the three girls who talked about her in the cafeteria that day.

"Did Mr. Zhou not accompany you for dinner today?" The girl looked at Su Nian with a smile, not seeming angry at all.

Su Nian remembered that when Zhou Mo warned her that day, she was as calm as today.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere... I can't remember..." Su Nian stepped aside so that the girl could put the rice plate in the washing place.

After the girl put down the plate, she turned around and said to Su Nian, "My name is Tang Xiaojuan, I'm from the sixth class next door..."

"Oh... no wonder... I said why I always feel that I have met you somewhere..." Su Nian smiled embarrassedly.

"By the way, didn't Boss Zhou come to the cafeteria for dinner today?" Tang Xiaojuan thoughtfully handed Su Nian a tissue.

Su Nian took the tissue, wiped her mouth in embarrassment, and replied, "Ah Mo, she went to Shanghai to participate in the National Mathematical League."

"So it's like this..." Tang Xiaojuan nodded thoughtfully.

"Xiaojuan, I'm sorry, what happened that day... I apologize to you on behalf of Zhou Mo..." The soft-spoken girl in front of him made Su Nian feel even more guilty.

"Huh?" Tang Xiaojuan smiled, and said softly: "It was our fault that day, and we shouldn't have talked about you behind your back..."

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." Su Nian sighed, "I used to gossip about other people... Ah Mo...sometimes he's really self-righteous..."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaojuan said: "I used to hear that Mr. Zhou in your class was very cold, didn't play with anyone, and didn't talk to anyone very much, but when I met her in the cafeteria that day, she was really cute. It makes me feel that the rumors are really unbelievable."

As soon as the words were finished, Su Nian answered helplessly, "It's probably a common problem of bullies."

"Hmm... But Boss Zhou is indeed different from others..." In Tang Xiaojuan's impression, Zhou Mo was always dressed in black, unlike other girls who dressed in colorful clothes.

"That person... only has mathematics in her mind, only problems..." Su Nian planned to go to the canteen to buy ice cream, so she raised her legs and walked in the direction of the canteen.

Tang Xiaojuan happened to be going to the canteen to buy some post-it notes, so she followed Su Nian to the canteen, and suddenly said on the way: "Geniuses are always different from others..."

"Perhaps." Su Nian knew that Zhou Mo's love for mathematics was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, but her paranoia was sometimes terrifying.

After paying, Su Nian handed the other ice cream in his right hand to Tang Xiaojuan: "Take it, it's an apology."

"You are too polite..." Tang Xiaojuan was a straightforward person, and after receiving it, she said, "Next time I will invite you!"

Su Nian stuck out her tongue and licked the cream on the tip of the ice cream, then nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, Su Nian, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhou, can I trouble you to borrow her notes?" Tang Xiaojuan is a hard-working person, but she has never been very good at math.

"notes?"

"Yeah, yes, math notes." Zhou Mo's math scores are obvious to all. Tang Xiaojuan has long wanted to use her notes to study, but she is not in the same class after all, so she is not too embarrassed.

Su Nian took a bite of the cone under the ice cream, thought for a while, and said, "It's not that I won't help you...Zhou Mo...she doesn't take notes..."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaojuan smiled knowingly, and said: "That's right... Xueba always memorizes the knowledge in his head... Naturally, he can't use a notebook..."

In Su Nian's memory, Zhou Mo never seemed to have a notebook, and there were only three things on her desk.

Exercise books, scratch paper, pencils.

She rarely uses erasers.

Let alone a ruler, Su Nian has seen the analysis chart on Zhou Mo's draft paper, and the straight lines drawn by her hands are even better than the standard drawn by Su Nian with a ruler.

Every day in class, Zhou Mo would take out an exercise book and concentrate on writing and drawing on the draft paper, and then she would finish an exercise book soon.

Others finished one exercise book in two months, while Zhou Mo finished one exercise book in one day.

Others finish a paper in two hours, Zhou Mo finishes a paper in two hours.

What's even more bizarre is that there are very few books in Zhou Mo's desk. They are basically some exercise books and test papers that she has done. She never brings textbooks to school, and the books in the bookcase are all things that Su Nian can't understand. Various mathematics competition tutorial books.

Therefore, when the desks of other people in the class were filled with various information books, reference books, and teaching materials, Zhou Mo's desk was empty, which seemed out of place with the surrounding environment and was unique.

Soon, the two chatted together and walked back to the teaching building. Class [-] was right next to Class [-].

Back in the classroom, Su Nian stuffed the last bite of ice cream into her mouth, leisurely opened a novel and began to read.

The author has something to say:

Ahhh, it's late today, and I have been busy looking up some information about the second book during the day, because the second book covers too many fields, so it is very troublesome and troublesome.Thanks again to the baby who privately messaged me on Weibo and gave me encouragement! !I am so moved! !kisses!