Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

"Our school is really different from the school you used to go to. The rate of admission is not as good, the rate of repayment is not as good, the ranking is not as good, and the reputation is not as good..."

"But there is one thing, our school is definitely the best! That is the atmosphere!"

"I'm not talking about the atmosphere of learning, but the atmosphere between people, that is, everyone is very friendly and never fights!"

Wen Yang's head was still in a daze, and he didn't listen to the previous word in a daze. He heard the last sentence "never fight". bored..."

"Yes, I never fight, isn't it special..."

The word "good" stuck in his throat, Teacher Ma stopped suddenly, "Student Song Ci, what did you just say?"

"I said, never call..." I wanted to repeat it again, but realized something was wrong after speaking halfway, Wen Yang raised his eyelids, and looked at the man sitting behind the desk in front of him, "What did you just call me?"

"Student Song Ci," Teacher Ma blinked in a daze, "Is there any question?"

The man looked very friendly, Mediterranean, with a round belly, and the dark gray shirt he was wearing stretched out, coupled with his confused eyes, he looked like a chubby sparrow.

Wen Yang was amused by his own imagination, and opened his mouth, "Mr. Sparrow, you misidentified me. I'm not Song Ci."

Teacher Ma opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, his head was spinning around the juvenile psychology that he had been cramming for a week.

The book says that when a person is in a state of being oppressed for a long time, he is more likely to develop a second personality, and this personality is often very different from the main personality, but will be closer to the personality of the oppressor.

Teacher Ma hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said, "You already know my name, how could I recognize the wrong person?"

Wen Yang frowned, "I don't know your name."

Trouble.

According to the book, whether two personalities will have each other's previous memories depends on the actual situation of the individual.

But Teacher Ma was really not sure about the current situation, so he had to carefully change the question, "Then can you tell Teacher, what is your name?"

Wen Yang raised his eyebrows, took out a peppermint gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, chewed it casually twice, and blew a big bubble before replying, "Wen Yang."

"Okay, okay," Teacher Ma raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, "Wen Yang is good, what a name Wen Yang is!"

Wen Yang looked at him with crazy eyes, and nodded after a long while, "I also think it's fine, I'll leave if I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yang turned around and walked towards the door regardless of Teacher Ma's reaction.

"Hey," Mr. Ma's voice sounded from the back as soon as he stepped forward, "Song... no, classmate Wen Yang, if you know Song Ci, tell him for me and let him come to me."

Wen Yang didn't pay attention, guessing that it was another mischievous kid who ran away after a fight, and nodded his head twice perfunctorily as a response.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Yang reached the door, as soon as Wen Yang put his hand on the doorknob, Teacher Ma emphasized loudly from behind, "Student Wen Yang, the atmosphere in our school is really good, and we never fight!"

Wen Yang didn't quite understand why he cared so much about this, and he didn't have the patience to figure it out, so he pressed the handle and opened the door without looking back.

Then in the next second, he bumped into someone.

"Fuck," Wen Yang exploded in an instant, and started cursing without seeing anyone clearly, "Are you in a hurry to deliver food to Lord Yan!"

"Damn you!" The person who bumped him also said in an aggressive tone, "Did you grab food from the dog when you went out in the morning!"

"Hua Yi."

Wen Yang was about to retort, but when he heard such a sound, for some reason, he shut his mouth by accident, and subconsciously looked at the speaker.

It was a very tall boy, one step behind the person who just bumped into him, his hair was a little messy, his facial features were so thin that they were almost sharp, I don't know if it was because of pain or something, his brows were slightly furrowed, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his skin was also wet. Some abnormal whitishness.

The two looked at each other, as if they were very surprised. The boy's eyes widened, but after only a moment, he returned to his usual indifference.

Wen Yang was stunned for a moment, he didn't look at the boy's face anymore, his eyes moved down and landed on his arm supported by the person next to him.

Obviously, both arms were wounded, and both of them were badly wounded, and a large pool of bright red blood was smeared through the school uniform.

What's even more amazing is that the wounds on both sides look symmetrical.

Wen Yang crawled out of the crowd since he was a child, and he is very familiar with this kind of wound. He can tell at a glance that it was cut with a knife, and it is a very sharp utility knife.

Suddenly remembering the two words that Mr. Sparrow behind him said in a particularly emphatic tone 2 minutes ago, Wen Yang turned around with great interest, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Teacher Sparrow, I understand, so the meaning of never fighting means— —If you can use a knife, you will never do it.”

"It's not what you think," Mr. Ma could roughly guess what happened, and was groaning in his heart. He was afraid of irritating the "schizophrenic" student, so he said, "You misunderstood, so, you go to the classroom first." , I’ll explain it to you myself later.”

"Why do you have to explain to him?" The boy who bumped into Wen Yang before was immediately unhappy, and asked in a cold tone.

"There's no need to explain," Wen Yang said impatiently, "It's not me who was hurt, it's none of my business."

"You give me..."

Before the words "waiting" came out, Teacher Ma patted the table and said in a deep voice, "Hua Yi, can you prioritize your priorities!"

Hua Yi fell silent, stopped talking to Wen Yang, walked around him with the arm of the boy next to him, and walked inside.

Wen Yang didn't look back, just said "Dad is waiting", and then slammed the door with a "bang" and went out.

What the hell is this all about!

Wen Yang himself couldn't figure out what the reason for this sudden irritability was. While going down the stairs, he reached into his pocket and touched twice, but he couldn't find anything except a piece of peppermint gum.

"Hold!"

Wen Yang cursed in a low voice, then took out his hand and stroked his hair randomly twice, inadvertently glanced at the window glass, and was completely stunned by this glance.

Outside the window is a thick and strong ginkgo tree, but now it is bare, without a single leaf.

With a "boom" in Wen Yang's head, the memory finally came back, and the things he had been neglecting all this time also appeared strange.

This wasn't his school, or even the city he lived in.

Wen Yang grew up in the south, and the ginkgo tree is green all year round, so how could it fall so lightly?

And these are not the most important thing, the most important thing is...

He should obviously be dead.

It's true that I took a whole can of sleeping pills, it's true that I cut my wrist while lying in the bathtub at home, the pain is real, and the blood is real...

Now, what's going on?

Wen Yang hurriedly touched his right wrist.

really…

Is it smooth and flawless, where is there any trace of cut wrists?

An extremely absurd but most in line with the current situation came up, Wen Yang took a deep breath, managed to stabilize his mind, grabbed a passing classmate and asked where the bathroom was, and hurried over.

The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, Wen Yang ran all the way there, without even taking a breath, pushed open the door and rushed to the mirror.

A boy's face was reflected in the mirror.

It's similar to his own, but the eyes are rounder, the mouth is smaller, and the bangs are more even. In short, the whole person looks more obedient.

After the idea was realized, Wen Yang calmed down instead, and couldn't help but "tsk", he had already passed through, why couldn't he change to a more domineering face?

If only I could look like my neighbor brother Shao...

However, thinking of Brother Shao, Wen Yang couldn't help but think of the boy he met just now.

At that time, I looked at it hastily, but now I recall every detail clearly, including that he pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the end, and the collar was turned up and turned down into a very small stand-up collar.

Wen Yang remembered the neat creases of the small collar.

There will be such a person, who is obviously bloodstained, but does not look embarrassed at all, and can still wear such an ugly school uniform as straight as a suit.

Wen Yang couldn't help but wonder, did brother Shao look like this when he was in high school?

"Fast forward, fast forward, brother has something nice for you."

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from the door, Wen Yang's brain froze, he turned around and flashed into the nearest cubicle, and locked the door without the slightest hesitation.

After standing against the wall for three seconds, Wen Yang came back to his senses, and secretly scolded himself as "sick". He obviously didn't do anything, so why did he act like he was caught?

But it would probably be more embarrassing to go out now, Wen Yang only hesitated for a moment, then decided to stay and wait for them to leave before going out.

The two people outside didn't seem to know that there were people inside, or maybe they didn't care at all, and they didn't lower their volume at all, "My brother went to country R two days ago and brought it back for me. Big Mac popping beads!"

"What's the smell?" Another person's cold voice sounded.

"Blueberry Blueberry," Hua Yi curled her lips, "Who doesn't know that Young Master Tang has a tricky mouth and only smokes blueberries?"

Shao Ning smiled, took the cigarette and lit it in his mouth, and lightly ground his teeth on the puffball that was at least two sizes bigger, then bit down hard as if venting his anger, instantly, the rich blueberry The mint smell rushed straight to the nostrils.

"How is it?" Hua Yi also took a puff of cigarette, and asked with a smile, "Are you happy?"

"Shuang," Shao Ning also laughed, standing upright by the wall, but his tone was lazy, "One mouth wants to be immortal, two mouths want to die, and three mouths ascend to heaven..."

"Your uncle, Atang Yun," Hua Yi raised his leg and kicked him, "If you don't get angry for a day, you will be suffocated to death."

"Don't make any moves," Shao Ning hid back, and said half-truth, "I'm a patient now."

The joke on Hua Yi's face disappeared after the words came out. He pursed his lips and asked, "Did you not see a doctor recently?"

"Hey," Shao Ning twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently, "It's not like you don't know, my situation is different whether I see a doctor or not."

"Then you can't be careful not to get hurt!" Hua Yi squeezed the butt of the cigarette and sucked hard, "This time I scratched my arm, so next time I break my left leg while playing basketball, do you have to pay it back?" Break your right leg too!"

"Shao Barren curse me," Shao Ning flicked Yan's body twice with his index finger, "Hurry up and give me a pee pee pee."

"Pooh…"

"Bang Dang" interrupted Hua Yi's three unfinished "bah" sounds, Wen Yang came out of the cubicle, frowned and looked at the two people leaning against the corner.

Hua Yi hasn't changed much from before, but the one next to him, who seems to be named Tang Yun just now, his hair has obviously been re-groomed, meticulously, and the wound on his arm has also been bandaged, and the position is indeed symmetrical. The bows made of gauze are very symmetrical...

Wen Yang's head was in a state of confusion at the moment. Listening to the conversation between the two, and smelling the blueberry-flavored smoke after another, he always felt that something was rampaging in his mind, as if it was about to break out of the ground, but it was like It was blocked by something, and it couldn't get out no matter what.

It could also be a smoking addiction.

When the two of them saw Wen Yang, they were stunned. Hua Yi came to his senses first, smashed his cigarette butt against the wall, put two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly, "Yo, the kid is quite courageous, how dare you?" waiting for me?"

Wen Yang doesn't really want to fight now, his heart is worse than a cat's scratching for a smoker, his hands are shaking, and he tries to soften his tone to discuss, "Well, can you give me a cigarette first?"

Maybe it was because the flattering element in his tone was too obvious, like a kitten with fried fur trying to put away its sharp claws to reveal its soft belly, Hua Yi was stunned for a moment, suddenly became interested, and deliberately pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case. He shook his eyes and smiled, "Want?"

Wen Yang nodded.

"You call me Dad..."

The word "Dad" only had time to make a "b" sound before Hua Yi was kicked by Shao Ning, "Give it to him."

Hua Yi paused, turned his head to look at Shao Ning, the latter's face was as indifferent as ever, only a hint of threat leaked from his eyes.

Hua Yi smiled meaningfully, but didn't say any more, and handed the cigarette to Wen Yang.

"Thank you." Wen Yang took it, biting the filter but not moving, but looked at Hua Yi hesitantly.

After being stared at for two seconds, Hua Yi was suddenly blessed, and the corners of his mouth were raised higher, "No lighter?"

Wen Yang didn't make a sound. Looking at Hua Yi's smiling face, he knew that he had something bad to say. Sure enough, the next second he heard him ask cheaply, "Do you know what it means to borrow fire from someone?"

If it wasn't for the cigarette that this man gave him, Wen Yang really wanted to raise his hand and punch him. Just as he was thinking about how to answer this question, which was obviously a trap, an extra hand with distinct bones appeared in front of him. He was still holding a silver custom-made zippo on his chest, and the owner of the hand spoke concisely but clearly not to be resisted, "Use mine."

Hua Yi suddenly turned his head to look at Shao Ning.

The two have known each other for two years, and they are good brothers who are inseparable and wear a pair of pants every day. Others don't know, but Hua Yi knows how much Tang Yun treasures his lighter. He wanted to borrow it at the beginning, but it was all in vain. But now, he just lent it to a child whom he met for the first time!

Thinking of this, Hua Yi couldn't help but took two steps forward, wanting to take a closer look at how this kid who appeared out of nowhere got his good brother Bingshan's eyes.

Wen Yang didn't notice anything, he calmly picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette, and squinted his eyes full of satisfaction, and blew out a beautiful smoke ring.

Shao Ning stretched out his hand suddenly, and yanked Hua Yi violently, his voice was a little inexplicably angry, "Okay, what are you looking at, can you go?"

"Go." Sensing the unusual emotional changes of the people next to him, Hua Yi nodded like a kowtower, and walked out, "Let's go."

Seeing that Hua Yi had gone out, Shao Ning didn't speak any more, turned around and followed, but when he reached the door, he still couldn't help but look back.

As if sensing his gaze, Wen Yang suddenly raised his head and looked over. Amid the smog, the boy's round almond eyes were half-squinted, with a sex appeal that defied his age.

Shocked, Shao Ning hastily withdrew his gaze, and ran out of the bathroom as if fleeing.

On the way to the classroom, neither Hua Yi nor Shao Ning spoke.

It was almost at the door of the classroom when Hua Yi suddenly pulled Shao Ning's arm, and asked him in a low voice, "Tang Yun, tell the truth to my brother, have you taken a fancy to that kid?"

"It's nothing." Shao Ning shook his head and smiled calmly, "I just think he looks like someone I used to know."

"Oh——" I didn't expect to hear such an answer, Hua Yi prolonged his tone on purpose, and winked, "It turns out that he looks like an old friend. Could it be your white moonlight?"

After saying this, Hua Yi regretted it first, and saw that Shao Ning was silent, so he said with a smile, "I'm sorry, brother, I..."

"It's okay." Shao Ning interrupted what he hadn't finished speaking, paused, and nodded seriously, "It's quite like me, Bai Yueguang."