Strike back against the dating system

Chapter 7﹨() The Story of the Kite

Liu Landie walked towards Du Heng slowly, the setting sun passed along her hair, and she also walked from the light to the shadow.

Du Heng stared at her warily.

Standing up from the chair, he quickly backed away, keeping a certain distance from the beautiful girl.

After all, he encountered that weird thing last night. No matter what happens now, Du Heng will not feel too surprised. He has to think in two ways about everything. This is the way Du Heng thinks.

Of course, just from the disparity in strength, it doesn't make Du Heng feel anything special.

As long as the girl in front of her doesn't suddenly turn into a monster, or split her head into a parasitic beast, and maintain a beautiful human appearance at all times, Du Heng said that she can accept it.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Liu Landie stared at him with indifferent eyes and her tone was very confused.

"Lonely men and widows, you should keep your distance in public. The so-called distance creates beauty, so you will be more beautiful!" Du Heng transformed his nervousness into witty words.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he is the No. 1 in this year's school joke telling competition. If the school has held such a competition, Du Heng is very confident to win the No. 1.

It was obvious that the girl was not smiling. She seemed to be full of negative emotions about life, and thought that Du Heng was the companion she was looking for.

But how can a truly lonely person seek out another person to relieve his loneliness?

The snow-white girl warned: "I feel an ominous power in you."

Hearing this, Du Heng felt nervous, remembering the contact with that vampire yesterday.

No, could it be that the white-haired girl in front of me is a vampire hunter, hunting down the monsters hiding in the darkness every time night falls to protect human lives?
Am I being treated as an outlier?
"Wait a minute, you're not going to find an excuse to kill me. Although you are the first in every subject, only Chinese is the one that I suffer, but that's not the case, is it? .”

Du Heng pretended to put on a frightened expression, trying to muddy the incident just now.

Yes, the aloof white-haired beauty in front of me is not only outstanding in appearance, but also has excellent grades. Her family seems to be in a big business, so she is not short of money.

Except for not loving activities and communicating, there is almost nothing wrong with it.

Don't know that under this cold appearance, the heart is warm and lovely?Otherwise, if there is a partner in the future, the other half may be so depressed by the infection.

Liu Landie stared at him and said: "Forget it, if you need help, please come to me."

"Then can I ask you to tutor me in English?" Du Heng showed a free and easy smile.

"If you don't mind telling me the secret of your first place in every Chinese test, I think it's okay."

It turns out that in the eyes of outsiders, the proud girl of heaven will also have some entanglements in her heart, is she actually dissatisfied with her grades?

The arrogant Ice Princess does not admit that she has a weakness. Although this weakness is not a weakness at all compared to others, to her it is proof of a flaw.

As soon as Du Heng talked about studying, he got excited and said bluntly: "Of course you can. There is only a small problem with your Chinese performance, that is, you can't get emotionally involved. With your strong memory, you can remember anything. Formulas and words, but there is no standard answer in Chinese, just make sense."

The girl said in confusion: "But those answers are correct."

Du Heng said solemnly: "Lack of sympathy and sense of substitution, in my opinion you are unreasonable, I don't think your writing is not good, I once corrected your composition for the teacher, your handwriting is also very beautiful, but It is that the content lacks emotion, as if it has copied other people's stories and lacks its own thoughts.

"Oh, let me think about it, you have had your own thoughts before. I can feel that the words are full of unexpressed sorrow, lack of positive energy, and have a severe tendency to depression, so I was severely scolded by the Chinese teacher. From then on, your composition will become a set of formulas, and you will only answer according to the standard answers."

The girl lowered her head, puzzled between her brows, and said in self-reflection:

"No wonder, every time I read your composition, I can feel that my emotions have been mobilized. I have been wondering whether the people who wrote these articles are also full of youth and enthusiasm in the words? But the observations in recent months, It was found that this was not the case, so I judged that you are my 'kind'."

This time it was Du Heng's turn to be puzzled, "Huh? Is there any problem with me? The writing is just like the person, chic and cheerful, the content is full and positive, and most importantly, it is full of life insights. This is the advantage of my composition, so I write it every time. Only then can I get ten points more than you."

Liu Landie turned around suddenly, walked to her seat, groped inside for a while, and took out a small book.

"No, after reading your composition for the first time and the articles I have submitted to newspapers and magazines, I admire you more. I think you have something that I don't have, which is something I can only hope for but can't ask for. Carefree and free and easy.

"After reading your work "The Boy Flying the Kite", I was attracted by the boy flying the kite. Even without the help of the strong wind, the moment I flew the kite with only my galloping legs, I felt a kind of feeling in my heart. A strange sense of relief."

Du Heng looked at the six volumes of "Book of the Forest" No. 20 in the girl's hand, with a frightened expression on his face.

Feelings of shame and social death flooded my brain for a moment, and the articles I contributed were actually read by my classmates.

People who excel in Chinese language will inevitably show off their literature, and people with rich ideas will find it difficult to control themselves.

Du Heng quickly said: "No, no, what are you talking about? I haven't written it at all. I'm just an ordinary high school student. I don't have time to play games every day. How can I have time to write a book?"

Liu Landie replied calmly: "Why should you be humble? I think your writing is very good, especially "The Dance Ends" and "Killing That Man". .”

Du Heng hurriedly retorted: "I can remember the name of anything wrong. It's obviously written by 'Tree Fish'."

After blurting out these words, Du Heng immediately regretted that he had been cheated out, mainly because the girl's eyes were too terrifying, causing his psychological defense to be breached.

"If you don't pay attention to "The Book of the Forest", how can you pay attention to the authors of these two articles?"

Du Heng held on and said, "Well, I quite like his style, so I took a second look."

Liu Landie quickly walked in front of him, moved her head closer, and the two looked at each other.

"Lie, you can't fool me."

Du Heng couldn't bear to be stared at by the beautiful girl with such indifferent eyes, and his heart straightened, as if he was a mouse forced into a corner by a house cat.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I wrote it, mainly because I was a literary youth at that time, and the manuscript fee was good. I thought my Chinese scores were pretty good, so I submitted a few papers, but I didn't expect all of them to be selected. Received many letters from fans.

"That was two years ago. Now when I look back at those two articles, I can only say that they were nothing of value. Apart from passionate feelings, there is nothing of value. If I can't write good things, I will The writing is closed, maybe because I haven’t accumulated enough knowledge yet, so I want to study hard and don’t want to be disturbed anymore.”

Du Heng is a proud young man. He is constantly striving for perfection, but the price is countless troubles.

After you read the world's famous books, you will realize your insignificance only after climbing a real mountain.

The inspiration that could write thousands of words eloquently at the beginning, now seems to him to be just a dream, without any practical meaning.

The white-haired girl held the book in her hand and said sadly:

"I have always been alone, watching the happiness of everyone silently, that is my duty, but the cold wind of the severe winter made me tremble, I fell into the deep sea and was suffocated, the body could not be freed, and the soul had no place to rest, I have already forgotten the meaning of living, whether the relationship between needing and being needed is the root of loneliness."

Du Heng looked at the girl helplessly, not understanding what she meant.

"Well, it's useless to tell me. I can't help you. I can't protect myself. If you want to make friends, I think you can do it easily with your appearance and wisdom."

Highlights appeared in Liu Landie's eyes again, and her voice suddenly raised when she spoke.

"It wasn't until I read your article that I realized what I was missing. This feeling of loneliness is indeed my own fault. There is no need to deny the existence of oneself. The meaning of living is to simply live and enjoy every second of life. , both joys and sorrows are in the past.

"In your novels, the protagonist is always an ordinary character, but he always likes to challenge his destiny, never gives up because of failure, he always insists on himself, and constantly seeks a new goal breakthrough. "

Du Heng fell into silence. This person is actually a die-hard fan of his own. He has a good understanding of the writing style and emotions, and he is a little moved in his heart.

What you envy is often not available, so you inject your passion into the article and let the protagonist realize his dream on his behalf.

Compared with the protagonist living in the book, the real self feels unreal, everything becomes weird, and finally he can only close his pen and become an ordinary person.

"Did you... like my article?"

Du Heng was a little excited, he never expected to meet a fan here.

What’s surprising is the girl’s outspokenness.

"no, I do not like it."

Du Heng was hit hard again. What happened?Why don't you, girl, play by the rules?

At this time, when the fans and the author meet in reality, isn't that the feeling of admiration spontaneously?You directly come up to reply that you don't like it, how do you want me to answer?

Du Heng asked: "Why?"

At this moment, she was getting emotional like a little girl, and said annoyedly: "When I first read "The Boy Flying the Kite", I thought the title was weird, but after reading it, I realized that the protagonist is holding a kite, so why is the kite holding the protagonist? Woolen cloth?
"The boy has lived in the countryside since he was a child. He liked to chase kites because of poverty. Finally, he saved money to buy a kite. He flew the kite while running and falling again and again. Finally, he went to school and never flew a kite again."

"I think it's fine. Is there any problem?" Du Heng asked in confusion.

Liu Landie said angrily: "You gave him emotion, but made him lose his freedom. And this is not an exception. You have written five books in total. The protagonist seems to be free and unrestrained, but in fact he has been living under the rules, everywhere. be limited by others."

Du Heng smiled dismissively, "Sure enough, you are still so self-righteous. People can give up the kite at any time, but the kite has no decision-making power. Free decision-making power is still very important. Take control of your own destiny and regard reading as the road to success. The kite is not just a toy, but a primer to get out of the mountain village."

Liu Landie frowned and said: "So I hate the book you wrote. It is so free and carefree in the beginning, but it must get down to business in the end. It feels so disgusting to deliberately sublimate it."

"Well, if you don't like it, don't like it. The book I wrote is not money, and I can't make everyone fall in love with it, but now I am very concerned about your goal? Don't tell me, you want me to write the book again, I refuse .”

(End of this chapter)