Chapter 18 Encounter Life is like a dream

Sometimes, being watched by beautiful women is not a good thing. For example, when a beautiful woman rarely pays attention to you, you just fart properly. What's even more hateful is that you ate radish that day, then, I think it turns out that you don't want it.

I didn't fart, I just drooled, but the hateful thing is that the process of drooling for twenty minutes was fully visible. I don't know what it would feel like

I saw Liang Chen's eyes as clear as water, looking at my pool of products, with a faint smile on my face. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and smiled bitterly in my heart. Why did I always meet her recently? This fate is so diligent

Liang Chen reached out and handed over a pack of tissues and said: What are you eating in your dreams? The books have made you soaked

I looked at the "Wives and Concubines" under my arm, right? This book has to be two taels heavy now. I felt embarrassed. I hurriedly wiped the pages of the saliva with a tissue, and expressed heavy apology to Su Tong in my heart.

I asked her: Why are you here? No classes?

Well, I'll find some information for the afternoon class

If nothing happened, I left. I just woke up and went to the playground for a walk to relieve my fatigue.

Oh Liang Chen looked like he understood, and then seemed to remember something again. A wicked smile appeared on his fair face: Do you know, the video of your beating that day was uploaded to the campus network, you are about to become famous, I don’t know how many girls are following you! After hearing this, I decided not to go to the playground. I hurriedly said goodbye to Liang Chen and ran to the computer room. After waiting for five minutes, I borrowed the administrator’s condom and found a machine to sit down. I had to take some measures, otherwise something really happened, and the school leaders should know it after two days. This matter is not a trivial matter. I am mainly afraid that the impact will be too great, so my own safety will be threatened.

I posted a post: I strongly ask the moderator to delete the video of beating people

Among them, I described many factors that were unfavorable to me, hoping to attract the moderator's attention. At the same time, I secretly prayed in my heart that the moderator was a kind person, and deleted the video after seeing it.

After posting, I had nothing to do. I leaned against the chair and blindly went blind on the campus network with one hand. Suddenly the name of a prose attracted me: "Let youth stop wandering". The reason why this name attracted me was because I used to write an article called "Wandering Youth". At that time, I was in high school. The teacher's questions were based on youth as the theme. The genre was not limited. More than 800 words, I wrote a large article, and then got zero points. I was posted on the exposure bar in the corridor. The reason was that my heart was too dark in this life and my state was in trouble.

Since then, I no longer write essays according to my own ideas, and I no longer believe what the topic teacher said: Let go of your mind, unfold the topic, and the genre is not limited... If you fart, you don't smell it yourself first. The victim is us

Click on the essay, the author's name is Fu Sheng Ruomeng, this is what she wrote:

I am like a flower that is about to wither, my eyes are filled with gray. The clouds when I was young are no longer in front of me, and my heart begins to wander.

Holding autumn leaves in my hand, the withered yellow lines seemed to be crying. She cried because she left the branches of the tree, and I cried too, but I cried because I don’t know where my branches are.

I want to go back to my childhood, when the mountains were full of flowers. I stepped on the shade of trees and looked at the morning glow. The flowers were shaking my head and I was smiling. The road ahead was always straight, and there was my smile on the side of the road.

The air around me began to be cold and cold. I stood here, with faint silver frost hanging on my eyelashes. I wanted to squeeze out my smile but I didn't expect it to squeeze out a tear. Looking back, there was a lonely night, and there was a waning moon smiling at me.

I'm cold, even now, it's no longer warm summer. I'm floating, floating, I'm wandering in the desolate summer. No, I can't wander because I can't walk anymore

I want to sleep

Seeing the last sentence, I felt like a stab in my heart. I couldn't follow it. I don't know why. This article is just an ordinary essay, but I read her loneliness from her article. The location of this article is very inconspicuous. I happened to see it, and no one replied to her. The person who wrote this article must be a girl, a girl with a faint smile.

I replied to her a few words:

Qiuye's tears are not because she has left the branches of the tree. What she wants to do is not to set off the big tree. She wants to turn into spring mud to protect the flowers.

The night is always dark, just as the earth always turns, the unchanging cycle already exists. What we see is not only the lonely night and the waning moon, but also the stars adorned under the night sky

We are all wandering, wandering in the distance we don’t know, but every time we wander, we will feel happy, even if tears hang around our cheeks

If you can't walk, then find a pair of hands holding you. If you are tired, why not weave a dream to calm yourself

Go to bed, remember to cover yourself with a quilt and get up on time and pee and study hard every day

I don't know why I wrote that passage to her. I just had that kind of impulse in my heart. The sudden moment made me feel a little pain.