[Net King] Take away my heart

In the second half of the second grade, a column belonging to the Dead Poets Society was created in the Lihai school magazine.

Miyake and Akiyama seem to have no intention of recruiting new members for the club, but they have always been keen on writing poems and contributing articles.After appearing in Literary Weekly, they submitted articles to other literary newspapers one after another. Every time they appeared in some magazine or newspaper, their works would be posted on the bulletin board at the school gate.

To be honest, there are only a handful of people who can understand these poems or are interested in these poems. Even the teachers who regard the achievements of Miyake and Akiyama as the honor of the school, except Mr. Sugiyama, are just a group of people who only pay attention to grades and not People who value their essence.

Because of their continuous appearance in magazines and newspapers, the pair of Miyake and Akiyama has gradually become an existence that everyone in the school knows.

But unlike Yukimura and the others, Miyake and Akiyama are not well-known as top students who are praised by everyone. Their reputation comes more from their high-profile and rebellious behavior and the incomprehensible poems from that weird society. .

Miyake didn't care about other people's questioning eyes at all, she proudly called herself and Akiyama Lihai's "peerless twins", for which Genichiro could only spit on his nose.

"What double arrogance is not double arrogance, those two people have nothing to be proud of except their height, boring!"

I rarely contradict Genichiro, and I didn't make a sound when he said this.But in my heart, I don't think so.

Police Officer Kawai, have you read the Literature Weekly?A student group known as the Dead Poets Society had been active in the magazine for a while about a year ago.

Among the several works they published, this poem is probably the one that received the greatest response.

—'The day burnt into night, burned a corner of my soul.In the dark night, I turned into the spark of the sun.In the end, it turned into ashes and disappeared.The suffocating night engulfed me, and everything turned into nothingness.In the dark I see the truth is blinded.In the bright lies of the day, blind eyes, hypocritical smiles, like sleepwalking, only words and steps prove time. '

These are the contents of the poem, you ask me why I remember it so clearly?Because this poem is the work of me and Akiyama.

Perhaps no one thought that by chance, I joined Miyake and Akiyama's Dead Poetry Club.

It was the afternoon at the turn of late summer and early autumn, and the belated typhoon blew away the last trace of dampness and heat, and the weather was gloomy and peaceful.

After lunch break, I walked through the atrium to return to the classroom.Akiyama sat alone on a bench in the atrium, quietly and intently staring at something in front of him in a trance.

At this time, the other students had already returned to the classroom to prepare for the afternoon class, why didn't Akiyama go back?What interesting things in the atrium will make her linger?

While feeling curious, I have unknowingly stepped forward and walked towards Akiyama.

Lihai's atrium is just a small resting place, and most students will flock to the cafeteria instead of here during their lunch break.Because of this, I always like to choose to take a detour to the atrium when returning to the classroom. The scenery here is not good, but it exudes a quiet atmosphere.

Akiyama may or may not have noticed me.In short, she did not greet me, but continued to look intently at the small open space in front of her.

If you saw what she was looking at at the time, you would think it was just a mess of garbage that was not cleaned.

A white plastic bag accompanied by dust and gravel on the ground was being blown up and down by the occasional breeze.

Up, down, up, down.

Every time an old plastic bag is about to touch the ground, the wind blowing from nowhere will carry it into the air again.

Looking back now, it was an incredible scene.

I stood and Akiyama sat, and we just stared at the plastic bags and dust swaying in the wind with bated breath, without words or communication.

There is an unknown feeling gradually rushing to my heart. It may be the most fragmented picture I have ever seen in my life. It is illusory and erratic like a ghost, but it is suffocatingly beautiful.

"...I don't exist."

Akiyama muttered to himself.There was no other movement except for a soft "snap" when the plastic bag was blown up.

What does that sentence mean?I didn't think about it.

I quietly walked to Qiushan and sat down, the wind mixed with the smell of earth brushed my cheeks and hers, part of the sight was covered by the blown hair, but neither of us moved.

You might be thinking, what's the use of looking at all this weird junk?Not just you, but anyone else probably wouldn't be able to understand it.But I realized one thing on this day, which symbolizes that the bottle cap in my heart began to loosen gradually from the day Qiushan and the others appeared, until it was completely unscrewed at this moment, and all the thoughts in my heart flew away, Together with this sacred picture, it is sucked into the air and taken to the farther side.

My mind went blank, but I didn't lose control.When the wind stopped, everything returned to silence, and my reason and thoughts returned to my head, I just felt a clearer direction and instructions.

That's what I want, that's what I'm after.

The ethereal illusion and the freedom of nothingness as if they don't exist at all, which are completely opposite to the facts and data that have been relied on all the time.

Marui often jokes that people who read too much will get weird brains, which is usually me.

Genichiro's outrage at my joining the Dead Poets Society was to be expected.Besides him, Yukimura also showed a rather surprised expression.But in the end no one could stop my decision.

"Liu, have you become friends with Jiayin?"

I didn't answer Yukimura's question in the affirmative.

Akiyama and the others cannot be compared with Genichiro.Genichiro is my close friend, he knows my personality, family background, and preferences clearly, and vice versa for him.We have common responsibilities and goals. The glory and future of the tennis club are created by us alone. This bond is unparalleled.

As for Miyake and Akiyama, we will not touch on topics related to responsibility or bondage.Most of the time we just get together and find a quiet place to recite our favorite poems.We will discuss what kind of things to write, and discuss some feelings about the poems, but other than that, we can only immerse ourselves in writing our own.

The activities of the Dead Poets Club and the practice of the tennis club never conflict. We do not have a fixed time for the club. We just let each other know when inspiration arises on a whim. There is not even an exclusive activity place, such as the atrium, library, gymnasium, broadcasting room, etc. The classroom, the classroom after class, any quiet place can become our temporary poetry club.

What fun can I get out of it?Honestly no.Quietly writing words and fierce sports competition are two different things, but if you can experience the state of mind that flows smoothly, as if everything outside of you has nothing to do with you, you may understand me The reason for joining the poetry club.

Akiyama and I may not be friends in the general sense, but deep down, I know we are the same kind.

Out of rejection of the top student group, Miyake had a rather cold attitude towards me at first.Although she accepted me into the Society, she seemed to have no doubts about my motives.

Is this guy here to be a spy? ——She often looks at me intentionally or unintentionally with this kind of eyes.

I'm not going to explain anything, but Miyake's hostility toward me stems purely from her distaste for Genichiro.Although I am Genichiro's friend, I am not exactly the same person as Genichiro, and I believe Miyake will realize this sooner or later.

Compared to Miyake, Genichiro's reaction was much more troublesome.No matter how I promised him that I would not delay the tennis practice, Genichiro seemed not to accept it. He angrily accused me of being obsessed with ghosts.Because of this incident, the relationship between him and Miyake has also become worse, and it has almost become commonplace to quarrel when they meet.

I don't remember why the two of them quarreled after school that day. In fact, there may be no reason at all in the end. It's just that these two people have developed a habit of quarreling when they meet.

"Lian Er! Come here!"

When quarreling, Genichiro is often the one who loses in the end. Once he realizes that he is no longer able to quarrel with Miyake, he will attack the irrelevant people around him.

I was dragged into it because Miyake used my case as an example, which seemed to mean that even your best friend has joined our camp, so what right do you have to criticize here.

As a result, Genichiro exploded in anger as a matter of course.He has asked me to quit the poetry club several times, but I have refused.

"Sorry, Genichiro, I should have discussed this topic with you three weeks, two days and seven hours ago."

During these three weeks, two days and seven hours, we discussed this topic no less than thirty times.

I have clearly stated my neutral position. I am neither on the side of Genichiro nor on the side of Miyake. The war between the two of them has nothing to do with me.I will not give up tennis just because I joined the poetry club, nor will I give up the poetry club because Genichiro objects, it's as simple as that.

Finally, Genichiro picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with a livid face.Looking at the back of him leaving, I felt a little apologetic in my heart. At this moment, Miyake came over. She arched my shoulder and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite cool."

From that day on, Miyake no longer regarded me as an enemy.

Dead Poets Club is very different from the disciplined tennis club. Here you will not be asked to do anything. content, just do whatever you want.

Although I don't have the unique talents like Yukimura, I seem to gradually understand his mood that he always likes to go to the art department.

Tranquility-these two words do not sound suitable for our age, but it is indeed the feeling.

After entering the second grade, Marui made his first girlfriend.The reason why I added quantifiers is because he successively handed over the second, third, and fourth terms.

Throughout the second grade, he changed five girlfriends in total.

Marui himself wouldn't go public about these things, but Jack, who had a good relationship with him since the first grade, always ran helplessly and said: "It's changed again, is that guy really okay if he continues like this?"

I have no problem with Marui's behavior and personal interests. Puberty teenagers will inevitably have unclear minds, not to mention this is his personal passion.But Jack, who is honest and honest, is really worried about him from the standpoint of a friend.

Marui's first girlfriend was his classmate, and the second one was also in the same class. Since the third one, she was transferred to another class, and the fourth one just happened to appear in our class.

It might not be accurate to say "just in time", but Marui's fourth girlfriend was met when he came to class to find me and Genichiro.So in the final analysis, if anyone is at fault, it might be the fault of my unintentional matchmaking with Genichiro.

Marui and Jack were in the same class as Akiyama Miyake and the others in the first grade, so when they came to visit us in the classroom, those two people would also say hello to Akiyama and the others.

It is said that Marui and his class got along very well in the first grade, so even after being promoted to a different class in the second grade, everyone's relationship is still good.

"Hey, Canon, you seem to have grown taller again."

Judging from the title, Marui seems to be very familiar with Akiyama.But when they and Miyake were joking and greeting each other, Akiyama just sat aside and looked down at a book.

"Bunta, you don't have a good eye, you choose the same type of women." Not minding being heard by his girlfriend Marui in the same class, Miyake said to him carelessly, "You just like Lilliputian so much. ah?"

Miyake's descriptions of others always have a bitter taste, but what she said is also true.Marui's girlfriends are all petite girls with a height of less than 155. Compared with the tall Miyake who is close to 170, they are indeed products of Lilliputian.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's right that I and Canon are not your money." Saying that, Miyake walked to Akiyama, pretending to hug her intimately.

Marui smiled wryly at the two of them, and then walked out of the classroom with his petite girlfriend.After he left, Miyake let out a "hum" from his nose.

"The ones from the Lilliputian should hang out with the ones from the Lilliputian. Those from the Giants don't care about puppy love."

While speaking nonchalantly, Miyake secretly glanced at Akiyama.Akiyama didn't respond at all, as if the topics around her had nothing to do with her.But I noticed that the collection of poems she held in her hand had been stuck on the first page since the moment Marui and Jack walked into this classroom, and had never been moved again.