C82 (2/2)

A frail figure was walking in the morning wind. The morning sun shines on her back. Her shadow is slanted to the side. It lies across the road, on the wall, stepped on by others …

Her slightly shriveled hair flew messily in the wind, like a broken butterfly wing, bringing with it a tattered beauty …

Very quickly, someone walked over to comfort her and accompany her.

Occasionally, the seedlings raised their sleeves and made a tear-wiping gesture.

One of her classmates handed her a tissue for wiping her tears.

There were also those who surrounded her, as if they were providing a support for the helpless her.

Only I knew that her tears were fake.

So I ignored it.

My heart is so cold that it freezes and I can't feel a ripple.

The words that she had said just now echoed in his mind:

”I'm sorry. I will never do that again. I'm sorry. ”

She did not say that she was wrong, nor did she say where she was wrong. In that case, she was still not mistaken.

Yin Yijie lightly pressed on my shoulder, and said in a deep voice, ”Stay away from her. There's me. ”

I nodded, cast him a sidelong glance, and headed back to the classroom.

But at this moment, I lost a match.

Many students watched, I ”bullied Miao Miao to the point of crying,” and then remained indifferent, flirting with Director Yan, the words of love.

The hearts of the people, solid, all came to Miao Miao's side, wrapping around her and looking at me with hatred.

Feeling countless sharp eyes, as if trying to scrape me alive, I found it laughable.

She was crying. I'm going, what does it matter?

Could it be that he had done something wrong … You aren't willing to apologize to me? You want to pass with just a lie and a trick?

He was somewhat speechless.

Behind the crowd, I walked slowly.

He couldn't stop thinking about what kind of grievances Miao Miao had suffered.

But the problem was that whatever happened to her, it was her own fault.

Do I need to feel sorry for her, or do I need to understand more?

Ah, I understand. This thing is too fucking bullshit.

How many times has a person understood who?

They were all thinking according to their own imaginations. Whoever they thought was very pitiful and pitiful, they would end up on the same side as her.

By the way, I, who caused her misery, would be sent to hell.

In this situation, they probably stepped on my foot in their hearts and saliva flew everywhere.

I frowned slightly and went to my classroom, to my seat.

After class, I go to the toilet, Liao Liang in front of me line up.

I …

Heh, how interesting. The two of them who were once friends seemed to have shared hardships with each other. However, they didn't expect it to be like this.

Now, how should we face it, or turn around? What about Miao Miao?

Standing behind Liao Liang, logically speaking, I should have greeted him first.

Apart from anything else, at least she's been rather nice to me lately, polite and polite.

So now that she was standing in front of me, there was no reason for her to come back and say hello to me.

But the question is, why should I say hello to her?

I've never done this before. Do I have to change it because of some stupid thing?

Of course, if I were to take the initiative to launch another round of attacks, would they think that I was trying to curry favor with them?

I thought it was a possibility, so, after some thought, I didn't say anything.

Coming out of the toilet, we were almost last.

Somehow, subjectively or objectively, Liao Liang walked next to me.

None of us spoke. The silent drama continued.

”A few days ago, my dad and colleague helped my mom find a job in the pharmaceutical factory. It's a formal job, cleaning staff, salary is not bad, and there's also three gold coins.”

Liao Liang suddenly lowered his voice. In his calm voice, there was a slight sigh.

”Yes.”

I mechanically replied. I didn't know what he meant.

I didn't know what Liao Liang meant by that, nor did I know what he meant by 'yea'.

Liao Liang moved a few steps faster and left.

However, it was much lighter than before.

I slowed down a few steps and thought, intentionally or not, what does she mean?

I don't understand. The only thing I can confirm is that she doesn't have any ill intentions. It seems that she has a faint … Relieved.

On the afternoon of the day that Miao Miao returned to school, the sky began to darken as a spring rain began to fall.

Spring arrived. Spring rain was as precious as oil. The rain was continuous and dense. If one didn't pay attention to it, they could get wet.

This type of rain was so small that it was completely soundless. Tens of thousands of threads of rain, falling on the ground, not a speck of dust;

It landed on the umbrella without hitting anything and made no sound; it floated into the water without causing any ripples.

Fine into silk, silky for water, gently, permeate into every corner, silent.

In a flash, several days had passed. The soundless spring rain nourished the land, and all living things were revived. Willow buds slightly spit, peach blossoms to be bloomed. The water in the pool came to life and the thin layer of ice floating on top of it melted …

Last night, Yin Yijie's words surprised me greatly.

When I opened the window, a light drizzle came in, wetting my face.

She had not expected that such a weak and weak Miao Miao would hide such a deep scheming. She would definitely win such a battle. What a good wrist.

At that time, Yin Yijie and I were completely unprepared, so we definitely wouldn't have shown his any goodwill.

However, I still don't understand. What does her turning over have anything to do with me?

It is only the first day since I returned to school, yet you want to tease me so highly. What do you mean by that?

Could it be that she will be able to expel me just by regaining the human heart and standing up again?

No solution. I sighed and followed Yinjie to the dining room for breakfast. Breakfast continued to be bountiful.

Then go to school. Listening to the different prompts on his phone, it seemed like he was slowly familiarizing himself with the voice.

I looked at him with some emotion and gratitude.

In the school, the once frozen pool was blown away by the spring wind. The momentary peace also disappeared.

When I carried my backpack upstairs, I could clearly feel the loathing and inquisitive gazes coming from the people around me. There were even people who stayed away from me. If the conditions allowed, I probably wanted to force them to back off.

Moreover, it was different this time around.

This look of contempt was no longer one of disdain towards a homeless and guardian girl.

Instead … How should he put it?

For example, now, uh... Just me.

For example, now that I accidentally found out that my father was a traitor, a person who was bribed by the RB to be a spy in our city, how would everyone look at him?

What do you think of me?

Of course, this metaphor was not very appropriate.

This was because everyone's attitude to the traitor was very firm. They must hate him to the bone and then move on.

However, in a sense, the attitude of my classmates towards me now is very much the same as before. I don't know why, so let's compare.

But they've never been nice to me, and who cares what they like?

What the hell?

However, even though he was being shooed away by countless machine gun eyes, he still didn't feel good, rather, it was not good at all.

I followed the stream of people to my classroom, sat down, and read early.

On the one hand, to shut out the audio and visual interference, to quiet down; on the other hand, to read diligently, let the new content occupy my time and place.

I knew all the lessons I needed to memorize, so I brought out the trump card I had once used: a relatively standard American pronunciation, Hemingway's Old Man and the Sea, which Blain had found for me.

The story is actually quite simple. The protagonist, Santiago, is an old fisherman who, after many hardships, captures ”a huge marlin that weighs more than fifteen hundred pounds.” On the way back, he encountered five attacks from sharks. The old man fought back bravely with a harpoon, a paddle, and a knife. When he took the boat back to the harbor, the marlin was left with only a huge white skeleton.

However, the lonely old people struggle in the heart of the journey, and face the defeat is still stubborn struggle, never to yield to the will moved me. An old man, under heavy pressure, still maintained his elegant demeanor, and was never defeated in spirit. Undoubtedly, it was extremely great.

So Hemingway won the Nobel Prize.

As for me, my current life is superior. The pressure is far from his and there are still many …

Oh, I have friends, don't I?

Ran Hua, Blain, Zhao Yun, haven't they been helping me all along?

There was also Liao Liang. Actually, he had already given me his support in another way.

Besides, I have a home, and a family. With such superior conditions, if I'm less than an old man, shouldn't I feel like Shame?

Bain used to say that word, and I thought it was pretty funny.

Actually, I usually read in a low voice early in the morning, said Blain. It's a psychological sign of inferiority.

So today, I read in my normal voice.

There are some words in the novel... The words I knew were far beyond the requirements of the textbook, and I was used to the jargon and the English language; therefore, there were some words that I thought I saw for the first time, but I could roughly guess from his brother's name, Tom, that he was probably called Sam or something. Anyway, it would be fine if he read it a few more times.

Of course, recognizing a character on one side is also a mistake. This isn't new, is it?

Standing next to me, the English teacher noticed that I was holding an English book in my hand. I was reading The OldManandTheSea and it seemed that I had not misread it.

Stand by my side and listen, pronounce accurately, hear clearly …

Oh, I guess, because I've already recited this passage several times, very skillfully, and I feel like I can hear it very clearly from the repeater.

But the teacher stood for a long time, holding on and looking thoughtful.

In the first English class, the teacher told me to stand up.

I stood up obediently.

”Your makeup is very nice. Please come up and silently write out the passage you recited earlier about 'The Old Man and the Sea' as today's homework.”

Err … I left my seat and walked over to the lectern and looked at the teacher.

He's even more ruthless than I am. Could it be that he wants me to spell the wrong words …

Although his teacher had graduated from the English Department at the university, most of his contemporaries had studied English in the British style. Now, most of them were OUT.