The Source of TFboys Mu Immortal

You slaughter the city with a smile, how can you be gentle and heal people.

The youth in the past shortened the sentence of youth, so I wasted my youth, so how can I not love you.If my love has been exhausted, then please give me back my love, and let me use it to interpret my feelings for you.So back and forth, young man, you are still so beautiful, and I still love you so much. ——To the youth (beautiful).

Maybe everything was too abrupt, her dropout and transfer came too unexpectedly, the only clue is that poem left in every book——the boy from Nan’an is a dream, in the dream, in the dream It's all him.Wherever he dreams, he goes where there is a dream.

Youth please allow her persistence, her dream needs her action.

While doing the questions, An Xiaomu would poke her forehead with a pen cap from time to time. Although she finally left the hellish HX junior high school and came to the visually safe NK junior high school, looking at the start-of-term exam paper in her hand really came out of her bones. Cold sweat: "Is the teacher who gave the exam in such a bad mood? The questions are too difficult for my IQ." The mouth is slurred not because of the answers to the multiple-choice questions, but because of the despair mixed with grief and indignation at this moment.

"Teacher, she cheated." Is this sentence making fun of the length of the test paper?An Xiaomu couldn't help but look back at the speaker.

But she was stunned by a dazzling light, human beings were showing affection again, this was her first thought, this way was really tormenting.An Xiaomu sighed. My sister has not accepted love letters for many years.

After finally filling up the test papers, An Xiaomu began to admire herself after walking out of the classroom, well, she should reward herself well.

Then a cell phone ringing disrupted her plans, she saw the correct words on the cell phone - Mrs. Mother, she hung up the phone without hesitation.

She didn't want to answer that woman's phone call. The news she brought would always be bad news. Things like father's accident and grandpa's beating all came from that mouth.It sounded so harsh and proud in her mouth, as if she was the one who caused it all.

An Xiaomu found it ironic.

The sycamore trees are already full of greenery, and the breath of early summer is coming.There is only one day in the summer solstice, and that day she rebelled unprecedentedly.That day was yesterday.

An Xiaomu glanced at the cell phone dully. It was not her own cell phone but the cell phone used by her mother before.Then the whole person felt unspeakably sad.This is the only generous gift her mother gave her. People are always so vain, so few people would accept it. An Xiaomu gripped the phone tightly, the veins in her hands were faintly visible.My palms are sore from the phone.

A hand warmly placed on her shoulder, which made An Xiaomu's nerves tense. There were very few people in memory who were so enthusiastic.

An Xiaomu turned around and found that she didn't know that person. Judging from her height, she could tell that she was a senior senior. An Xiaomu was puzzled. They were strangers to each other. Such an enthusiastic gesture seemed unnatural.

"Ugly Duckling, are you on your period?" The girl's tall height matched her tone of voice, which was as lively as midsummer. When she said this, she had a grinning expression on her face.

An Xiaomu pretended to be a ghost again. How did she know that she was on her period? This kind of thing was not written on her face. Besides, she didn't need to make such a publicity if she knew.

The girl dragged An Xiaomu to the bathroom, and said mysteriously in her ear: "I saw it on the pants." He threw away two packs of 'Sophie' like a hero.

An Xiaomu's face turned red all of a sudden, and she took the things from the girl's hands, feeling ashamed in her heart: "Well, I will pay you back."

This kind of atmosphere seemed to be a confession, and An Xiaomu really didn't like it.

"It's so interesting. It seems that freshmen have such bold and unrestrained personalities! My name is Su Luo." The girl changed the subject, "If someone bullies you, you can come to me."

"New student? What, I..." An Xiaomu muttered, what new student, she is from the older generation.But thinking of others helping her, she swallowed what she was about to say.

"Okay, don't meet outsiders, I'm here too, bye." The girl waved her hand and left the bathroom with a smile.There are so many strange people in your circle, An Xiaomu shook her head, it seems that she needs to study interpersonal relationships.

But this blow doesn't have to be so tactful, is she really that short?

There's one hour left before school starts

"What to do, I'm so excited, so excited." An Xiaomu had already forgotten the original bad news, and sat in the taxi anxiously.

"Student, move!" The driver uncle spoke in a thick dialect.Looking at An Xiaomu's bewildered look in the mirror, he said with a serious face.

An Xiaomu really couldn't stop, no, she started to wander again, how would she face the sudden happiness later?What follows must be a gorgeous encounter, falling in love and spreading flowers. Thinking about it, the world will suddenly become better, and the previous unpleasantness will disappear without a trace.

After some psychological struggle and pulsation, I finally learned from NK.An Xiaomu walked on the road of no return with an extremely apprehensive mood, but that magnificent step was doomed to an unglamorous appearance.An Xiaomu was squeezed into the classroom, and before she had time to look at the watch on the bulletin board, she was transported to her destination for no reason.Her face was about to be crushed and disfigured. By the time the large army stopped, An Xiaomu was already sweating profusely, panting, sweating profusely, and very tired anyway.

"New classmate, let me introduce you." The teacher even more enthusiastically pulled her to his side, no matter how simple and rude he was, he forced An Xiaomu to introduce himself.

"Well, I... I'm An Xiaomu." An Xiaomu thought to herself that she was dead set, and she had to introduce herself after going to the wrong class, which was really embarrassing.To the expectant eyes of the children's shoes, An Xiaomu is really a dumb eater of Coptis chinensis—it's hard to tell.

"Okay, sit in that empty seat." The teacher couldn't imagine the frustration on An Xiaomu's face, as if he was talking about today's Monday.

This is really a little drunk, An Xiaomumu moved to the position in a daze.

So An Xiaomu miraculously sat in this strange classroom for a day.

Until, evening self-study...

A familiar figure appeared outside the door, tall and slender like Wang Yuan once sang "People are stupid and reckless, but you are kind-hearted, how can you be hurt for me." His face was reflected by the light in the corridor , Can't see his blurred appearance clearly.After a long time, that one walked into the classroom.

That's right, it's him, the angel with hidden wings - Wang Yuan.

"Excuse me, who is An Xiaomu." Wang Yuan's peppermint voice echoed in the classroom.

"Hey!" An Xiaomu was a little at a loss, she got up and made a harsh noise from the stool.

"I am." An Xiaomu said weakly.

Wang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "You went to the wrong class."

An Xiaomu was so nervous that she didn't know what to do. All she knew was that her face was burning. She packed up the things on the table and her schoolbag, and just as she was about to step out, her foot knocked against the corner of a stool.Another sting, and heat.

An Xiaomu limped out of the classroom, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and slowly bent down: "First of all, I want to say sorry for breaking into this family without understanding the situation. Secondly, I want to say thank you, Thank you for allowing me to blend in and tolerate my mistakes. Finally, I want to say goodbye, and hope that one day, because of my confusion, I will become a family with you again."

An Xiaomu walked out of the classroom. She only knew that Wang Yuan was in front of him now, and there was nothing else.She remembered what her mother said: "You are not from the same world at all."

What does the world being different mean to her?So what if it's not the same world, if you leave oxygen, you will still die.

They are promoted above ten thousand by their fans, and they don't want their fans to push them below ten thousand in the same way.

An Xiaomu was very excited, very excited, her face became cute: "Yuanbao, hello."

An Xiaomu looked at Brother Yuan's face happily, and really wanted to pinch his face.

So An Xiaomu really did this, she pinched Brother Yuan's face lightly, and said so sensually, An Xiaomu exclaimed: "Live, live, live!"

Brother Yuan finally said: "I'm not dead." But he was thinking in his heart, is this the delicate and gentle girl on the podium?

An Xiaomu immediately distanced himself from him, and the living people backed away three feet. If someone found out, they might have something to say.

Time is wasted in boredom.An Xiaomu still faintly felt that her feet were bleeding, but she didn't want to stop chatting with Wang Yuan because of this.

Wang Yuan noticed something was wrong with An Xiaomu, so he said, "If you can't make it through, don't make it up, go to the infirmary first."

An Xiaomu turned her head away and stopped talking.The night swallowed An Xiaomu's face, and no one knew An Xiaomu's expression.

Perhaps because of timidity, the scars from her 5-year-old age still cling ugly to her body after years of watering.An Xiaomu suppressed the pain, but she couldn't suppress her own pain.

Her subconscious mind was escaping, and she arrived at the infirmary without knowing it.

An Xiaomu couldn't avoid the sincerity on Wang Yuan's face, so An Xiaomu stopped.