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"What is she doing in the rain?"

Bu Congming's words attracted Fang Zheng's attention. Fang Zheng squeezed through the crowd, and caught a glimpse of Xiao Lan running around in the rain through the small gap.

The three or four iron rods in her hand were really heavy, and under the violent impact of the heavy rain, Xiaolan walked with difficulty, stopping and going, her whole body was completely soaked.

"Sick, like she usually is."

"I really don't understand, it's raining so much, why is she doing this?"

Before the people around could say even worse words, Fangzheng raised his hand to tighten the window, frowned, and cut off the conversations next to him: "We're all classmates, don't speak so harshly."

"Squad leader, it's raining heavily."

"Okay, don't say any more." Fangzheng showed a rare look of anger on his face.

The people around quickly tightened their mouths.

After saying that, he took a gray-black umbrella and hurried out the door, bumping into a figure who was walking into the classroom, he subconsciously said: "Sorry!"

When he looked up, he realized that it was a familiar face.

"Big Wood, where are you going!" Xiaoque saw the umbrella in his hand and shouted curiously.

When Xiaoque finished asking this question, Fangzheng had already rushed a long way, and there was a faint echo of her in the empty corridor, but there was still no sound of raindrops like drums outside the window.

Coincidentally, Bu Congming was about to go out with a gray-green umbrella in his hand, when he saw Xiao Que standing at the door: "Qiao Mu? What are you doing standing at the door of our class?"

Xiaoque giggled, and instead of answering Bu Congming's question, she pointed in the direction Fangzheng left just now, and asked with a playful smile, "What did Fangzheng do?"

Bu Congming showed embarrassment and told the whole story.

Xiao Que seemed even more cheerful, snatching the umbrella from Bu Congming's hand, and then bouncing along the route that Fang Zheng had just walked, following his footsteps until he saw Fang Zheng's figure.

The rain was so heavy that it poured down from the sky, almost becoming a curtain of water.

I couldn't hear what those two people were saying, but I could only see Fang Zheng's anxious expression, and the sad face of the drenched girl across the way.

The little sparrow jumped and ran over, stepped on water splashes, and wet her shoes and socks, but she didn't care.

"With such heavy rain, today's event will definitely not be able to start! Haha! It may be postponed, so what? But there is a big difference between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!" Xiaoque laughed loudly at Fangzheng's face , looking into his slightly angry eyes.

Xiaolan is already so sad, but she still wants to say such words that add fuel to the fire.

Xiaoque ignored the dissatisfaction in Fangzheng's eyes, held the umbrella in one hand, and put the other on his waist, turned slightly, and said to Xiaolan, "But I have a way!"

"What can you do?" Xiao Lan seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw.

Xiao Que chuckled, stuck out her tongue, and said with a smile, "I'm lying to you, I can't help it!"

The anger in Fangzheng's eyes could no longer be tolerated. With one hand, he clamped the iron bracket that Xiaolan took out in the crook of his arm, and with the other hand, he held the umbrella above Xiaolan's head. He turned around and was about to take Xiaolan away.

With a glance, Xiaoque saw Fangzheng's shoulders and back were completely wet by the rain, turning dark brown, and they were tightly attached to his body.

"Hey!" She hurriedly shouted at the two of them, and quickly walked around in front of them, "It's just a joke! Why are you so serious! If you want to hold it today, then I will help you Just a handful."

Fang Zheng still frowned tightly and remained silent.

Before Xiaolan could reply, Xiaoque ran away in a hurry, heading straight for the building in the northwest direction.

That's the direction of the office building.

Fangzheng looked at her back, the huge water splashed by Xiaoque while running wet her shoes and socks, and the corners of the original white lace skirt were stained with gray dirty water.

"Thank you monitor, thank you for helping me." Xiaolan's expression was like she was about to cry.

"Why do you have to hold it today?"

After being silent for a long time, she made a balance in her mind, and finally Xiao Lan lowered her head as much as possible, and said slowly: "I have an appointment with my mother today, and she will come to the scene."

"Is it very important?" The words subconsciously flowed from Fang Zheng's mouth.

In the end, it was swallowed by him and rotted in his stomach.

After bidding farewell to Jiangnan, Fangzheng's heart has been heavy.

"Are you happy with this trip?" His father sat beside Fangzheng and asked.

Fangzheng shook his head, still staring directly at the TV screen.

"Not happy?"

Fangzheng squeezed the TV remote control in his hands, and then put his hands on his knees: "No."

"what happened?"

Fangzheng turned his head and looked at his father: "Is this world really Fangzheng's?"

After a long silence, he said slowly, "Yes, and no."

"The so-called world is just our subjective impression. The world is not benevolent, and everything is treated as a dog. Everything in the world is equal. But because of individual subjective reasons, we can only see the world we think subjectively. Seeing things that are originally equal as unequal.

But how big is the gap between the world we see in our eyes and the most original and real world?It is impossible for any of us to know, and it is even more impossible for others to know. "

"Compared to the vast universe, we are not even a speck of dust, let alone there is anything beyond the universe. We will die eventually, and the day when our body will eventually perish, even if it is true , can it be said that our life is a meaningless cycle? It should not be like this, let alone be like this. Even if we cannot grasp the beginning and end of life, but in the process, we have always been the masters of our own life , is still the creator of the small world in our eyes."

"We are the creators of our own universe. When we want to make this world square, we can make this world square;

When we want to polish the world into a circle, we can polish the world into a circle.

You are so, so am I, and everyone living on this land has this ability. "

"Many, many people, many kinds of worlds, many kinds of shapes, the sum of all these is the original appearance of the real world.

We walk forward with the world we created on our shoulders, and we will collide with different worlds of many people, which may make our shape defective, or make us more complete, but no matter what, no matter what, we are always Our own masters. "

"When you think you are Fang Zheng, do what you do, be a Fang Zheng person, and don't care about other people's appearance. When you have only one part of your strength, you will use up your own power; when you have a part of light, you will use it up One's own light. Do things with a clear conscience and be an upright person."

Fangzheng was standing under the awning, holding a half-full garbage bag in his hand, looking at Xiaolan who was a little excited on the stage.

She got what she wanted.

With the help of Xiaoque, the school unexpectedly agreed, and even set up a large shed on the playground, and the students crowded together and sat under the umbrella shed.

"Today, the weather is not very good. I hope everyone's enthusiastic singing can dispel the chill of this, this heavy rain."

Xiaolan stood on the podium, lowered her head and read the manuscript, her voice was amplified many times than usual, forcing the sound effect teacher to lower the volume of the speakers.

Xiaoque jumped out from Fangzheng's side, looked at his face from the bottom up, and said with a smile: "How is it? You should trust me now."

Fangzheng lowered his head and met her eyes: "I don't believe you. I know who you are."

The principal has no other weaknesses, except for his daughter.

Xiao Que curled her lips, disapproving, and then smiled happily: "Why did you help that girl?" She pointed to Xiao Lan on the stage, "Do you like her? Or does she like you? Or are you related by blood?" ?”

Fangzheng shook his head, with the serious look of a little old man still on his face: "No."

The more Xiao Que looked at it, the more she wanted to laugh, and raised her hand to remove the sticky leaves from Fangzheng's wet hair: "Then why?" She pinched the petiole in her hand and twirled it.

"Thank you." It was for this leaf and for Xiaolan.

Xiao Que showed dissatisfaction on her face: "You didn't say why?"

"There is no why, and there is no reason, even if it is not me, in this world, perhaps in a different place, at the same time, there will be another Fangzheng doing such a thing, I just try my best to my duty."

Xiao Que was confused.

Fangzheng raised his head and looked in Xiaolan's direction again, and saw her walking down the steps slowly: "It seems that everyone doesn't understand why she did this, and neither do I, but because I am Fangzheng, I know I should help her, only if I help her, I will not feel guilty and regret it."

What he said around and around made Xiaoque even more confused and clueless, but the logical gap did not affect Xiaoque's happy mood. She put the leaf in her hand back on the top of Fangzheng's head, Looking at his appearance as an old gentleman, he giggled and said, "The little old man has a leaf stuck to his head!"

Fangzheng frowned, glanced at Xiao Que beside him, and finally relieved himself: "Forget it." With this in mind, he raised his hand to pick off the leaves on his head, and gently threw it into the trash in his left hand. bag, with a sigh.

The sound of the speaker, mixed with heavy rain, has a unique accompaniment.

The rain was still splashing down without stopping, and many fragile twigs were knocked down by the raindrops, and were pushed and driven to turn around on the ground under the washing of the rain, and some were covered in the rain. The body of earthworms can be regarded as providing them with little shelter.

Apart from Xiaolan, Mo Chang was the happiest one today.

Encouraged by Wang Bing, Mo Chang was pushed and hurried to stand on the stage, and embarrassedly helped the pair of glasses on his face. Compared with usual, he was a little shy.

After brewing for a long time, Mo Chang raised the microphone and opened his voice.

You don't know if you don't open your mouth. Opening your mouth really startled the Wang Bing underneath.

Wang Bing folded his arms in front of his chest, smiled and joked to Meng Wenjun: "Oh, your head teacher is really a big singer?"

Meng Wenjun lost a lot of weight.When he was helping to decorate just now, he was wet by the rain again, and his shirt was almost stuck to his body, making him look even thinner.

"Yeah, I never knew." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and coughed twice.

Wang Bing looked at him: "What's the matter? Have a cold?"

These words fell into Yang Kangyu's ears, he looked over quickly, stood up, took off his coat and put it on Meng Wenjun's shoulders.

Wang Bing turned his head to look at Yang Kangyu, and said casually, "You two still have a deep relationship?"

Meng Wenjun pinched the two corners of the coat, wanting to take it off, but Yang Kangyu patted him on the back twice: "Put it on, I still have it." After saying that, he turned around and sat back on his seat.

Meng Wenjun also stopped talking.

Yang Kangyu's clothes that still had his body temperature were tightly draped over Meng Wenjun's body.

"Everyone knows that my name is Mo Chang." As he said that, Mo Chang laughed, which was one of his few smiles, and to be honest, he didn't smile very well.

After a slight pause, he continued: "This is the name my father changed to me later. I didn't have this name at first, but he thought that I was not doing my job properly. I was not allowed to sing, and it was reflected in my name."

It was obviously a slightly sad thing, but it seemed so funny when it came out of Mo Chang's mouth.

"But I chose not to listen, told me not to sing, I prefer to sing!

When I was young, I formed a band, we performed on every street, at every park gate, I not only had to sing, I also had to sing so that everyone could hear me! "

"I used to dream of becoming a singer, but now I am a math teacher. My father is very happy, thinking that I have finally lived the life he expected, but so what? I prefer singing! I prefer Good singing! I want to be my own master! I want to sing for the rest of my life!"

Mo Chang's current appearance, if he didn't know it, he would be Teacher Mo Chang. No one dared to say that the one who stood on the stage and said this was Mo Chang.

"It's like this rain, it's raining so hard, so what?"