The teenagers in the broken shimmer dance with the wind

What is lost

"Why." Wan Liyou stopped, still pinching his elbow. He didn't know how much he was confused, so he could only ask: "Even if you succeed in doing this in the end, no one else will know. And..."

"Me." In front of him is a warm and intoxicating cool wind. Although the weather is sultry, the wind has its own temperature after all, and the damp feeling soaks through the bones: "I don't want to live under your expectations. If you succeed once, you will be happy." It will get worse. In the future, you will come to me when you encounter something." He shrugged: "I don't have that much free time, that's not my style."

"Then what's your style?" He let go of his hand and walked to him. The two of them walked at the same time. Looking at his elegant smile under the dim streetlight, he asked with a smile, "What's your style?"

"Freedom." He smiled brightly, pear blossoms were all over the branches.

He froze for a moment when he heard the word "freedom" and looked up at the moths under the street lamp. He just smiled, and his peach blossom eyes flew to the ground, and the color flowed.

He didn't say anything.

We are just ordinary people, even if we become stars, we will return to our original ordinary nature if we don't show up for a few years, but you are not, you are born a genius, a genius is destined to be noticed by others, and there is no freedom to speak of.

"Why don't you speak?"

The green leaves are rustling with the wind, singing loudly.

He sighed softly against the wind that smelled of mud, and then changed the subject: "Aren't you an orphan? Where did you get so much money?" He frowned: "Don't lie to me."

"No." He frowned: "I'm really an orphan, and I'm really rich. So, I'm alone and free."

"That……"

"I must have a way to make money. Don't worry, I have more money than you." He raised his eyebrows happily, as if joking: "It will be enough for the next life."

"You just blow it." He stepped forward and put his arms around his neck, squeezed together and squeezed together: "My brother has accumulated wealth since childhood, you can still surpass me!"

Some things seem to be nailed to the track, destined to go the same way.

When He Zhi received a call from Yue Chengen, he was so startled that he almost fell off the bed. The young man suddenly turned over and went out, smashing open the door of the dormitory next door. Xu Shanmu, who was pinching Wan Liyou's shoulders, waved to him kindly: "What's the matter?" ?”

"Cheng En promised to take the midterm exam with me." He was stunned: "Shan Mu, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He acted out his innocence extremely well: "I was going to fight a long-term war, but I didn't expect him to give in so quickly."

Wan Liyou sneered, and when he was about to say something, the pressure on his shoulders increased, and he saw someone's 'kind' gaze from the side.

"I did a good job."

"Not bad." He laughed tremblingly, but decided to endure it.

He Zhi looked at the strange smiles of the two of them, thanked them hesitantly, and closed the door.

"You did a good job." Wan Liyou turned his arm around, stroking the sore spot on his shoulder: "I will definitely ask the director to arrange a role for you next time I join the group."

"You're welcome, I'm not interested in acting." The boy turned over and lay down on his bed, picked up the book in his hand and started to read.

Wanliyou found the similarity of the book in his hand: "Why are you still reading this book? According to your personality, the book is different every day, right?"

He habitually sat down beside him: "The Moon and Sixpence, why are you still reading this strange book?"

"Is this a masterpiece, okay? I'm uneducated." He said sarcastically.

He glanced sideways at the piles of books on the desk and the upper bunk on his bookshelf, and couldn't help laughing: "You have a lot of masterpieces in your hand, right? Why do you use this one to highlight culture? Does it look good?"

Thinking of the results of recommending books to him in the past, Xu Shanmu rolled his eyes: "I said it was good-looking, but you all said it was ugly, and I said it was meaningless, and you read it all with gusto."

"That was a few years ago?" He yelled, snatching the book from his hand: "Okay, lend me this book, you can read other things."

"Don't break it for me." Seeing him swearing to read the book, Xu Shanmu laughed helplessly: "As long as you can read it, I will consider you great."

"Stimulus method?"

"Are you worthy of the words Shangjijiang?"

Before Li Yuanzhi opened the door, he heard the noise of the two of them, and sighed helplessly: "Can you two calm down a bit, arguing every day?"

He put down the water bottle he had filled, sat at the desk and poured himself a cup of hot water: "Why did you say that Yue Chengen agreed to go on stage with him. What good thing did you do?" The hot air danced into the air and floated into the air. Go, it's like this lonely night.

"I don't know." He still pretended to be confused.

Li Yuanzhi looked up at him for a few seconds, then finally shrugged and sat on the spot waiting for the tea to cool down.

Ruo Jinghong was spraying all kinds of medicines on his legs, the wounds on his calf column were big and small, old wounds had not healed before new wounds were added, blue and purple everywhere.There was also an open wound on the knee that showed signs of bleeding.

He was wrapping bandages around the joints, but he always went around in wrong circles. Xu Qingzhou, who was reading a book, saw him clumsy and stepped forward to take over.

The work in hand was taken away by someone, Jinghong froze for a moment, and was interrupted by the reproachful and concerned eyes of the person as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, he simply accepted his kindness, and leaned on the bedpost leisurely to watch A bandage wrapped around his knee.

"Why don't you talk?" After all, Ruo Jinghong couldn't bear his temper and spoke.

"Looking at the injury on your leg, everything you say turns into tears." It seemed to be reproach and concern, some awkward and uncomfortable words.

"You are wrong, you have two legs." Ruo Jinghong picked up the other trouser leg, still smiling innocently: "I will trouble you here too, you are much more dexterous than me."

"Zheng Nanguan and the others didn't tell you to tie it up for you?" He took the medicine on the side and carefully sprayed it on his wound, looking at the crooked bandage he removed earlier, he couldn't help complaining: "Your hands are really clumsy."

"It's not that I'm clumsy. I get sleepy every time I make these. Anyway, it's good to wrap them up. What are you doing so beautifully? Are you a Virgo?"

"I'm a Leo."

"Oh." He replied, looking at the little bow on the bandage at the end: "You are very girlish."

He glared at the boy and patted the man's thigh: "The other one."

This leg was more serious, and there were more spots of bleeding. He couldn't help frowning, his tone full of anger: "Are you dancing or fighting?"

Ruo Jinghong hugged the pig doll beside him, and smiled sweetly: "We danced very hard. I'm in good condition, but in bad condition, I can't even walk."

Xu Qingzhou changed the subject: "Has no one given you medicine?"

"I don't change my medicine in front of other people, I change it every time in a place where no one is around." His eyebrows and eyes are curved like a begonia, and the flowers are delicate and charming.

Xu Qingzhou raised his head in confusion, and asked, "Why?"

"what why?"

"Why don't you change your medicine in front of others?"

Ruo Jinghong's eyes flashed a few strands of sadness, and he blinked his eyes in a helpless look: "Aren't you asking the question knowingly?"

"What do I know?" He understood a little bit, thinking of the reaction of the people in this school when he mentioned Ruo Jinghong, he understood more or less, so he asked again: "Then why did you change your medicine in front of me?"

That smile was a little more orange-toned and warm under the bedside light, but it was inexplicably miserable.

"I don't think you care about that."

He understood what he meant, so he lowered his head and tied up those wounds, and rubbed the bruises on his legs: "Why did you come to the branch school? Because you can't change your medicine in front of those people?"

"Probably." He nodded: "Changing the dressing is only part of it."

"You know it all, don't you?" Xu Qingzhou changed his affirmative sentence again, and said softly: "Everyone is very afraid of your efforts, and you all know it."

Ruo Jinghong said: "Although I'm not very smart, I'm a little naive, but...the resentment looks of others are not fake, and I'm not blind." He buried his face in the doll, spoke in a low voice, and rubbed the doll for a long time , messed up the smooth hair of one head, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes: "Didn't you feel it as soon as you came? You have only been here for a few days. Even you can feel it. Why don't I know it as the person involved?" .”

It may be helpless.

"That's because I'm smart." He said arrogantly.

He threw out the pillow suddenly, Xu Qingzhou caught it lightly, stretched out his hand and tightened the bandage in his hand, Ruo Jinghong took back the doll tremblingly, lay on the side with red eyes, and said flatteringly: "Let's talk, you Don't pull the bandage too hard, I'm afraid of pain."

Xu Qingzhou just smiled, looked at his inexplicably pale face and said: "The principal is also like this? Everyone...is this?"

"Actually, they don't have any malicious intentions." He explained those questions carefully, comforting himself and those who cared about him: "I know, it's just that I danced so well that I accidentally hurt them and made them feel sad." Well... well... I don't know what to say."

He was also confused, but also understood: "But, I don't think I did anything wrong." After wrapping the bandage on the boy's leg, Xu Qingzhou put down his trouser leg for him and listened to him in detail.

"I like to dance, so naturally I want to be number one. But I don't want to make them unhappy because of me."

"So, you hid in the branch school."

"Yeah." He responded softly, a little aggrieved: "I went to the main school some time ago." The wry smile spread, and even the air was filled with innocent coldness: "I found that they are much happier than before. .It's not because of something else, but because I'm not in the main school. After I came here, I thought that it wouldn't hurt them if everyone was not in the same department, but..." He frowned, mostly puzzled: " It’s still unknowingly making them sad.”

"I hurt them. Although I was unconscious, it is undeniable that I hurt them."

"It's not your fault." Xu Qingzhou put her hand on his back, without any other intention, but hoped that the bleak sense of guilt in the air would leave his body: "Although it hurts , but it's not your fault."

"Shan Mu also told me this." Ruo Jinghong was very sincere when he laughed, with an inexplicable sweetness that made people feel pity.He pointed in the direction of the basketball court: "Shan Mu just glanced at me, and he understood everything."

"Xu Shanmu." Xu Qingzhou began to shake his head subconsciously as he read the name.

"Why are you shaking your head?" He leaned forward curiously, with some protective words: "Is there anything wrong with Shanmu?"

He reached out and tapped his forehead and said: "Xu Shanmu is a genius. I'm afraid he has hurt dozens of times more people than you since he was a child. He should feel the same way about you. And..." Xu Qingzhou hugged He frowned, smiled inexplicably, and stared at Ruo Jinghong in front of him in confusion: "I think he is a bit strange."

"What's strange about him, he's just smarter."

"No, I'm not saying he's not good." Like a child, Xu Qingzhou stroked the hair of the person who exploded his hair, and patiently explained: "I don't think his purpose and behavior are like those who like music. Things people would do. Did you know that he deliberately scored zero in order to satisfy his aesthetic sense of incompleteness?"

"Everyone is different, it seems that I don't understand why you are so arrogant, but you are very kind to people."

One sentence broke the harmony in the air. Xu Qingzhou was taken aback for a moment, then sighed helplessly and said with a smile: "Am I proud? You say that about me?"

"It's not that you're bad." He pursed his lips and waved his hands. He looked like a ridiculous child who was caught by an adult after eating candy, and explained in a panic: "It's just that you, you...you are quite cute in contrast."

Xu Qingzhou was amused by him: "Jinghong, you are so wrong."

"Ah? Did I say something wrong?" He froze in place, his delicate and handsome face was full of entanglements: "I'm praising you."