What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

In the end, Ji Zhuna wanted to put his past and future affairs behind him, and his beautiful vision of sleeping with a shawl covered was shattered in the end.

He rested his arms on his arms with half-opened eyes, staring at the ceiling intently, and picked up his phone to take a look at it almost every ten minutes.

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Nothing happened.

He silently raised his hand and slapped himself, thinking what else do you want to happen?Wait for him to reply, and then have a five-hundred-round debate on the contemporary youth's view of love?Don't be cheap, man.

Ji Zhun turned on the projector, intending to finish reading Bergman's "Wild Strawberries" which he had only read at the beginning.As a result, the film was originally a stream of consciousness, and he couldn't concentrate throughout the whole process. After more than an hour, he finally only remembered an old gentleman driving a classic car and said where he was going.

So that for a long time later, Jizhun's memory of this great work is... er, driving a car?

The glowing light on the projection fluctuated and danced in the bedroom, and the melody whose volume was reduced to a very low level seemed to leak out from the stereo.

I remember Tan Jingyang called him on the night of his birthday.At that time, the other party was in a bad mood because of the problem of renting a house, so I played Zhang Guorong's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" for him over the phone.

The two listened to most of the songs online, but neither of them spoke.

Then at the KTV, he was coaxed by the crowd to sing dimples with Wu Tong, and suddenly found that Tan Jingyang was sitting in a corner drinking alone, his eyes were dark and he seemed a little lonely.

For some reason, I suddenly felt distressed, so after singing with Wu Tong, I ordered the song "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter", in fact, I wanted to sing it specifically for Tan Jingyang.

Ji Zhun's heart shrank violently, this is really not quite right...

If the song for buddies is not "Brothers Hug", it should be "The Great River Flows East". Why is Tan Jingyang unique, and it becomes "No one stays like you in my thoughts"?

Some things, I really can't bear to think about it carefully, the more I think about it, the more I will go too far.

Ji Zhun ran downstairs, unscrewed a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator, and drank it all in one gulp, leaning against the refrigerator door.

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The snow stopped for a short time in the early morning, but the sky still didn't clear up, and it was still dark.It looks like I have to go down again.

For the bustling students, the blue and white school uniforms are obviously much thicker than those in warm weather.One of the most frequently asked questions in chats and jokes is,

Did you wear long johns today?

"Snapped!"

Lao Ma slapped the lesson plan heavily on the podium, crossed his arms, and started her signature look at the audience again.

After the classroom became quiet, she sighed softly and let out the atmosphere that everyone could hear.

"Happy, aren't you? Are you all happy? Winter vacation is coming soon."

She scanned the classroom from left to right, and then from right to left, and after making eye contact with every classmate who could meet her eyes, she spoke again:

"Students, you are about to officially enter the third year of high school. This is a critical moment, and it is only one step away from success! ...Of course, I am not saying that the college entrance examination is the only way out of your life, but after all, this road It took you so long to get it, isn't it a pity to be stuck at the gate in the end?"

The old horse slapped the podium again twice: "Wake up, all gods, don't look up with silly faces every day, just be happy! Put more focus on your studies, get up an hour early every day Isn't it good to read a book for an extra hour? The ancients said that industry is good for diligence and waste for play! Look at Tan Jingyang! People..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the classroom.

The old horse was giving an impassioned speech, and was taken aback by the sudden commotion.Then, following everyone's line of sight, they looked out of the classroom door together.

"Cough." The person standing at the door touched his nose and raised his hand shyly at the old horse, "Report, report."

Tan Jingyang paused slightly when writing the question, and then looked up at the person who came.

Old horse: "Oh, brother Zhun, are you awake?"

There was another laugh in the class who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Ji Zhun also smiled with a good temper: "Teacher, I suffered from insomnia last night, I'm sorry."

Just as the saying goes, Raise your hand and don't hit people with smiling faces. Although Ji Zhun is smiling, it is not the kind of disrespectful gloating.

Lao Ma shook his head helplessly, and asked with a sigh, "How is your choreography class going?"

"Oh, it's okay." Jizhun licked his teeth and said nonsense, "I just watched a movie, analyzed the audiovisual language, and then wrote a movie review or something."

"That's okay, taking the art test is also the way." Lao Ma nodded and let Jizhun come in, looked at the others and said, "If other students in our class want to take the art test, you can also ask Jizhun. Acting, flight attendant, The score requirements for these cultural courses will be lower than those of ordinary exams, and it should be too late if you work hard now."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Ji Zhun again, and nodded him with her hand: "But as far as I know, your director must score high! Don't take it lightly!"

Ji Zhun: "Hey, thank you teacher."

Lao Ma looked around the classroom again, then opened the handout and turned around:

"Last class we talked about..."

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Ji Zhun sat back in his seat, took out the books and spread them out, then lazily lay down on the desk again.

Without disturbing anyone or attending classes, I put on my headphones and played the original movie soundtrack album.

In the repetitive tone played by the clarinet, he couldn't help looking at Tan Jingyang in the front row again.

I saw that the other party was staring at the blackboard intently, and from time to time immersed himself in the notebook to record the key points.

Looking at his notebook again, the last page was written for him by the other party.Tan Jingyang's handwriting is as clear-cut as his own, clear and clean.Unlike myself, like a dog crawling.At first glance, it was completely irrelevant to his face.But if you touch it carefully, it seems that he can write it.

A class passed in such a muddle-headed manner.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jizhun got up and went to the canteen to buy a bottle of hot coffee, but he saw many people surrounded there from a distance.Looking up again, the door to the roof is open.

So he turned around and walked towards the rooftop with his hands in his pockets.

The moment the door was pushed open, cold air poured in.

The rooftop in the dim light was empty.The snow has not been swept away, and there is not a single footprint on the ground.The north wind blew the rags that no one wanted and "hula-la" sounded, which further brought out the loneliness here.Completely isolated from the vivid scene downstairs.

But Ji Zhun quite likes this feeling.

The sneakers made a "creak" sound when they stepped on the snow. He looked up at the monitor in the corner of his eyes, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket fearlessly.

Just as it was about to be ignited, the door to the roof was pushed open again.

Ji Zhun's hand holding the cigarette trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly hid it back into his pocket.But when he saw the comer clearly, the movement of hiding the smoke stopped again.Then he turned his back expressionlessly, and lit the cigarette against the wind.

Rising white smoke mixed into the cold air...

"Hey, there's surveillance over there."

A deep and familiar voice approached him with the movement of feet stepping on the snow.

Ji Zhun exhaled the smoke, looking at the gray scene with scattered eyes: "It's broken long ago, and no one has repaired it."

"Really." Tan Jingyang directly took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one for himself in a natural way.

Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Tan Jingyang and said, "Even if it's broken, someone might come here at any time. So arrogant?"

Tan Jingyang held a cigarette between his fingers and smiled faintly: "I'm in a bad mood, I can't care so much."

Ji Zhun was at a loss for words, and thought that this guy was so straightforward when he first came up, so what should he do?

Tan Jingyang put the cigarette in his mouth, looked around, and finally took out the rotten bench leg from the corner of the wall, walked to the door, inserted it directly on the latch, and clapped his hands.

Seeing this, Ji Zhun closed his eyes and snorted, "It's good, no one can get in now."

"Yeah." Tan Jingyang nodded, "No one can get out."

Ji Zhun: "..." Sure enough, he was careless.

Tan Jingyang turned back and walked towards Jizhun step by step.

Ji Zhun felt a little guilty after being stared at by him, and tried his best to turn his gaze away as calmly as possible, and then raised his hand to put a puff of cigarette into his mouth.

Choking.

Tan Jingyang stopped in front of him, the smell of Bailan washing powder on her body seemed to be cooler than usual.

So the two had nothing to say, and each smoked.

Jizhun was so tired of such embarrassment, he simply stubbed out the cigarette butt, raised his chin and said directly to Tan Jingyang: "If you have something to do, talk about it quickly, otherwise we will have to skip the next class together, I don't care anyway."

Tan Jingyang didn't reply immediately, but still stared at Ji Zhun quietly.

That look seemed to stare him out of a hole, and then clean up all the thoughts inside.

"Jizhun..." Tan Jingyang finally said, "What do you mean...'not quite right'?"

"..."

Ji Zhun's body froze, although he had already guessed that the other party was here to ask about this matter, but when the words really came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but choke and panic.

"Huh?..." Tan Jingyang looked at him and asked again, "What does 'wrong' mean?"

Ji Zhun bit his cheek, trying to keep his tone and thinking relatively stable.

When he spoke again, he couldn't help softening his attitude:

"Brother Yang, I thought about it carefully after you asked me in the hotel that day..." Jizhun paused, "We are still young, and many of our ideas are immature. The pressure we thought was actually just The tip of the iceberg. The real price to pay for this may be much more than the current cognition. But it is not too late now, as long as the loss is stopped in time..."

"That's not what I asked."

Tan Jingyang directly interrupted Jizhun's pedantic chatter, and then took half a step forward, bent slightly, put his hands on Jizhun's shoulders, and said word by word: "...you know what I'm asking."

Ji Zhun frowned, and waved Tan Jingyang's hand away.

This slightly oppressive posture made him very uncomfortable.

"This is the answer!" Ji Zhun said with a firm heart, "Tan Jingyang, I remember you told me when we met for the first time, you are afraid of trouble. I am also afraid of trouble! If so, Let's all make life easier for each other, isn't it good?!"

"Ji Zhun." Tan Jingyang pursed her lips, and said calmly, "Do you know that you have said so many things, but you have never said 'you like a woman', or 'you don't have feelings for me at all' '."

Ji Zhun's pupils flickered.

Tan Jingyang said solemnly: "And this is the answer I want."

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At this time, the sky began to snow again, and the clear and crisp class bells echoed in the campus.

The cigarette butt was clutched in the palm of his hand, wet and crushed by sweat.

Both Ji Zhun and Tan Jingyang faced each other silently as if they hadn't heard the ringtone.

"I don't know." Ji Zhun frowned irritably, "I've been fucking crazy lately, my mind is so messed up...I just know that I can't hurt you."

He looked up at Tan Jingyang again, "I can't control what happens to other people, but in the end I must not be the one who destroys you."

"But you like me." Tan Jingyang was not salty, but to the point, "As for the others, everything is unknown, and there will be ways and room for solutions."

"I don't know what this feeling is..." Jizhun lowered his eyes, and wiped his hands that smelled of tobacco with the snow on the edge of the roof.

Finally, he pulled out a dry smile and said, "Maybe not?"

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, walked to the door and pulled out the bench leg that Tan Jingyang had inserted.

"Let's go, it's been half a day of class."

Looking at the back of Jizhun leaving, Tan Jingyang's eyes darkened even more.

Because of worry, I obviously like it but dare not face it squarely.He doesn't hesitate to deceive himself and others, he is stubborn.

He turned around and picked up the corpse of Ji Zhun's crushed cigarette butt, and then buried it in the snow along with his own.

But in this way, it can be regarded as a thorough verification of the other party's mind.Then everything in the future will have the meaning of letting go.

Tan Jingyang gently closed the door of the roof, turned back and walked slowly towards the classroom.

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