damaged

Holding the umbrella sent by Meng Wenjun, Zhang Ailin stepped in the empty school.

The stickiness in the air was like honey, and the unbearable pressure between breaths squeezed her chest cavity.The continuous rain was like a continuous thread, passing her face vaguely.

Suddenly, a black figure flew past Zhang Ailin's eyes.

With a bang, Zhang Ailin fell heavily to the ground.The umbrella fell out of my hand.She fell unobstructed in the wet rain.

She turned her head abruptly to look at the back of the motorcycle that was speeding past her, and saw that the car and its people disappeared around the corner.

All that remained on her was the bursts of pain from below her body.

"Today is disgusting."

Seeing Wang Bing's humility, Zhang Ailin felt a lump in her heart.

It was noon, and Wang Bing stood on the podium and said, "Maybe I have to go to a meeting this afternoon. The squad leader and the discipline committee are in charge of discipline."

Zhang Ailin looked at Fangzheng who was sitting upright, and nodded.

She leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed her hands in front of her chest, crossed her legs and stretched them straight, with her heels resting on the wooden beams on the side of the table, looking indifferent.

There is one more thing that annoys Zhang Ailin recently.

"Disciplinary committee member, take care of it." Wang Bing walked down from the podium, stopped deliberately when he reached Zhang Ailin's desk, and knocked on her desk.

Wang Bing always repeats this thing like this.

Like talking to yourself.

Zhang Ailin didn't respond, and Wang Bing was used to it. He glanced at her, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the classroom.

At that moment, the whispers in the classroom came out from every corner of the classroom like sparks igniting.

"Quiet!" Fang Zheng shouted.

This is barely suppressed.

Zhou Zhou poked Zhang Irene with his finger, and handed her a note with a few words on it: "Where's your homework?"

Zhang Ailin took the note, glanced at it, looked at Zhou Zhou, shrugged, and delivered the note back intact.

After a while, Zhou Zhou lowered his head and added a few words on the paper, and handed it back again: "No, you have to hand it in. Everyone has finished writing, so it's up to you."

Zhang Ailin took her legs off the table, rubbed her eyes, and said, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have chosen you."

She really didn't understand why Wang Bing likes to do so much fancy work.

Let organize a class game the day before yesterday, and now we have such an activity, asking everyone to write a story about the most special person to themselves.

Zhou Zhou felt somewhat sad.

How many times has she urged her, but Zhang Ailin always looks like she doesn't answer.

"When will you hand it in?" Zhou Zhou added these words on the note.

"I don't want to write." Zhang Ailin didn't even read it, and directly pushed the note back to Zhou Zhou, with her arms crossed, lying on the table, about to fall asleep.

Zhou Zhou picked up the note, with a calm face, tore the note into several pieces, and threw it into the garbage bag hanging beside him, with some anger.

"I don't need to urge her over and over again. It's not a day or two for her to be like this." Zhou Zhou comforted himself in his heart.The words written under the pen could not help but increase their strength.

Zhang Ailin caught a glimpse of Zhou Zhou's movements from the corner of her eye, but she couldn't get down after all.

She picked up a textbook at hand, opened the first page, tore off that page neatly, imitated Zhou Zhou, picked up a pen, and wrote a few scrawled words on the paper:

"Angry?"

She held up the page, shook it a few times in the air, and quietly looked at Zhou Zhou from the corner of her eye.

After hesitating for a while, she raised her arm, put the paper directly above the notebook Zhou Zhou was writing on, and pressed it on Zhou Zhou's hand, causing Zhou Zhou to stop writing.

"Quiet!" Fangzheng yelled again, and the noise in the class fell down again in an instant.

Zhang Ailin rested her chin on her right hand, tapped rhythmically on the table with her left hand, and pretended to be staring at the words on the table.

When the crumpled piece of paper fell in front of Zhou Zhou's eyes, Zhou Zhou was subconsciously taken aback.

She didn't expect Zhang Ailin to bow her head.

Zhou Zhou spread out the paper with his hands, followed her writing, and left another line below: "Why don't you want to write?"

When Zhang Ailin took the note again, she frowned.

Why don't you want to write?

Is there any other reason?

"I have nothing to write." Zhang Ailin said.

"Quiet!" Suddenly, Fangzheng yelled after Zhang Ailin's last voice.

Zhang Ailin frowned and looked at Fangzheng's back. He buried his head on the table and lowered his head to write and draw something.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker in front of the classroom beeped for a while, which was very ear-piercing.

"Please come to the conference room on the first floor for the meeting." After the buzzer, a female voice said through the loudspeaker.

Before the voice finished her sentence, Fangzheng had already started to pack up the pen and paper. He turned around, glanced at Zhang Ailin, and said, "The disciplinary committee will take care of it."

Zhang Ailin frowned, Fangzheng's words were harsher than the voice before the broadcast.

She hated Fang Zheng, and even more hated his old demeanor.

Originally, she resented the job temporarily squeezed on her head, and with Fang Zheng's tone of command, how is this class and what does it have to do with her?

After Fangzheng left, the class was like an underground spring that had been suppressed for a long time. It lost the blocked stone on the water column, and suddenly jumped up and jumped up.

There was an uproar.

The noisy human voice drilled into Zhang Ailin's ears and rushed straight to her scalp, making her feel numb for a while.This inexplicable disturbing noise.

She raised her hand and put her finger on her ear.

Zhou Zhou saw the bracelet still hanging on Zhang Ailin's wrist, and the word "Jiangman" was facing Zhou Zhou.

An indescribable emotion, like the flooding noise in the classroom, overflowed from the small cracks, and snaked on the ground like a snake.

Taking advantage of the noise in the classroom, Zhou Zhou blurted out to Zhang Ailin: "You can write about the girl on your bracelet."

Zhang Ailin took her finger off her ear and asked, "What did you say?"

Zhou Zhou's words were suddenly blocked.

"It's nothing. I said, you can think about it again."

"It's not like that. I don't want to say that." Zhou Zhou shouted at the same time with a voice in his heart.

"Can I stop paying?" Zhang Ailin frowned and looked at Zhou Zhou distractedly.

Not because of anything else, just because of the annoying noise around here.

It is hoped that in Zhou Zhou's eyes, Zhang Ailin's impatient face made her feel more chilled, and she said softly, "Okay."

Seeing that Zhou Zhou agreed so happily, Zhang Ailin was also very surprised.

In the past few days, after chasing her for so long, why are you so happy today, and you agreed as soon as you asked?

"What are you doing!" Suddenly, a particularly loud female voice sounded in the classroom, everyone looked at the source of the voice, it was the pair at the same table again.

"Fuck him, Sister Li!" A male voice shouted loudly.

"What are you doing, you two!" A shrill female voice said.

"Stop making troubles, stop making troubles! Some people are still learning!" A soft female voice pulled her throat hard.

Laughter broke out in the classroom one after another, mixed with sentences shouted by different human voices of different lengths, intertwined and circled, mixed into distorted sound waves, hit the walls of the classroom, refracted back, and scattered randomly throughout the classroom crashed.

It was like countless people were screaming in Zhang Ailin's ears.

She took the mobile phone, stood up abruptly, and almost ran when she left the classroom.

The back door slammed and she slammed it hard, making a loud noise.

When everyone was looking at the back door, only Zhou Zhou lowered his head, with a calm expression, writing one character after another smoothly with his pen.

In places where people can't see, every word uses strength.

She clenched her teeth tightly, trying to hold back the bitterness in her heart.Eyes are red.

Zhang Ailin climbed onto the roof and stood in front of the locked door of the roof that day, watching the drizzle over there wet the entire concrete floor.The appearance of running away from the wilderness is extremely embarrassing.

"Xiaoman, I'm still scared sometimes." She said to herself in her heart.

When Jiang Man was around, he would cover her ears with his soft hands.

With Jiang Man gone, the noise in this world seems to have become louder again.

She gasped heavily, feeling the violent heart beating.

The rain outside drifted silently, accompanied by the sound of the wind bursting in the air, engulfed in bursts of coolness.

She was holding onto the railing with both hands, leaning her head on it, her eyes drooping, a line of tears slipping down from the corners of her eyes quietly, like snow that came quietly in a winter night.

At that moment, Zhang Ailin couldn't help but see the futility of the vast expanse of blank space on the other side.

No goal, no direction, no support, no belief.

Everything that can be believed is nothing more than a cold bracelet without an owner, and a familiar and strange name is engraved on the bracelet.

But she still wants to struggle in this emptiness, in this futility, and she wants to make such a meaningless thing.

When I came to the classroom again, the noise in the classroom had quieted down.

The grade director's sharp scolding echoed in the corridor.

Wang Bing, who was so old, lowered his head, facing the scolding of the grade director, he dared not answer a word.

"Yes, yes, it shouldn't be." He also laughed.

The half-yellow light in the corridor shone on the two of them, and the halo fell on Wang Bing's body, emitting a faint luster. Wang Bing's long-worn shirt was fluffed and clearly outlined.

"The whole grade can hear it, your class is the most chaotic!" Shouted.

"Yes, yes, blame me, blame me." He smiled.

"What a bad class! You are the loudest in the whole grade! Can you still do it!" shouted.

"Blame me, blame me for this." He bowed his head and said.

"What's the use! What's the use! What's the use!" shouted.

Head down and don't speak.