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She staggered, her fingers were pulled, Xu Chenmu pulled her fingers back and forth like a child, the light in her eyes was like the sun, her hair was tied messily around her ears, she was not unkempt in normal times The Xu Chenmu is now fluffy with a lively and innocent look, remembering some, forgetting some, remembering without selectivity, wrapped in a huge and tolerant love.

At any rate... At any rate, I have to fulfill my promise. At any rate, at any rate, I have to wait for her to remember everything, so that the decision she makes is a decision that completely respects the other party...

Inexplicably, he found a place for himself to return to the original state, smiled gently and watched her fiddle with her fingers, scratching meaningless words on the palm of her hand, smiled, and suddenly felt a pulling force on her arm.

Xu Chenmu put her finger on his lips and kissed her lightly. After a moment, he found her lips. His breathing came and went, and something broke a string in his heart. The scars are intertwined and show a dull color in places that are not easy to be noticed.

"Don't touch me until you remember everything."

Pushing Xu Chenmu away, she heard her own voice coolly, as if announcing something.

"I just want to comfort you." Xu Chenmu sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked up at her, "I didn't want to do anything, I just suffered..."

These words still made her laugh, Lu Qiong rubbed her temples, "Try to remember everything, I'm afraid before that, I can't help but keep you selfishly, it's not fair."

"It means that if I really did something just now, you can't help but keep me forever?" Xu Chenmu successfully grasped the point, "We are not Plato..."

"Nonsense again."

For half a year, she knew that she hadn't touched Xu Chenmu like this again, except for the sudden turn of events this week, before that, she didn't even have a kiss. She had to put all the things on the scale and weigh them, so as to measure whether she could stay by Xu Chenmu's side selfishly in the future.She has to come to her senses.

It has to be.

"I'll tell you everything."

Chapter 58 Wednesday: Hate or Hate

You are an outlier.

Everyone made such discussions in the dark.

You don't like to talk.

I don't like to play with my classmates.

I like to read books that others can't understand.

I don't like to laugh.

You came from another place, from a small village far away, and you are stained with germs that we can't see.

Your mother is divorced and you are a wild child.

Your stepfather is so ugly, you are so beautiful, your mother remarried.

Your stepfather is very rich, your mother must have taken a fancy to his money.

I heard that your former father was a migrant worker.

Your accent is different from ours.

Is it amazing to be able to speak Mandarin?

I pretended to be like this when I was young.

It's as if everyone's words have gathered into a waterfall, brushing the rocks into ravines and scars.

So far, Lu Qiong has not been able to use literary language to describe the situation at that time. She doesn't know why such a group of children condescend with the same sense of superiority as original sin.

But she found that there seemed to be a person like her in many, many classes, who was silent and bullied.

This is a later thing.

She sat with her head lowered and sips of boiled water, feeling the same needle-like pain as if it was yesterday as she went down her throat. When she mentioned this incident, her whole body exuded leaden gray loneliness and fear, and cold sweat would still break out on her back , she looked down at her fingers, she had nothing else to look at but her own fingers.

Xu Chenmu, who was sitting dignifiedly with his legs together, pursed his lips and looked at her solemnly.

Lu Qiong began to narrate from junior high school, and she transferred to that school from her hometown.

With the sense of powerlessness of black and white photos, the lens of the old days swayed hurriedly into Lu Qiong's memory. Xu Chenmu stared at her. At this time, Lu Qiong's profile was mottled, as if she didn't exist. Every strand emerged clearly, she seemed to see Lu Qiong who had just stepped into adolescence, still with long hair and a white skirt, her face was rounder, and she was not as thin as she is now.

There is a whole star river in the eyes, and the hidden brilliance is deeply buried.

She firmly believes that a person's character is shaped at an early age.

That's what it was originally.

Lu Qiong paused for a moment and didn't continue to narrate. He seemed to be brewing emotions, but he also seemed to be drowning them.

Xu Chenmu was entangled with such emotions, as if he traveled through time and walked on the sunny street, walking side by side with Lu Qiong. Lu Qiong was wearing school uniform trousers, trousers rolled up, revealing slender and white ankles, hair strands Jumping, shining golden light.

Lu Qiong raised her head, stared directly at the scorching sun, and lost her sight for a moment.

She stood in front of a ginkgo tree, waved to the tree, and stood silently in front of the tree. After a long time, she took out a collection of poems from the scratched schoolbag behind her.

Sitting in the shadow of a tree, she spread her book and lowered her head slightly.The entire tree shadow is her territory. She reads poems and obscure sentences in the shade, from longing for the soft sea làng to the skirt of the golden sunset.

None of those words were read.

"My best notebook, that was brought over by my uncle from the city. I don't sell any in this small town, but I have one. You still want to deny it?" The girl threw Lu Qiong's notebook on her face, and raised her waist. Let's turn to the first page, "Look, Lu Qiong, I wrote the word Lu Qiong, it's really a face to you, if this is yours, you can just write it indiscriminately."

Lu Qiong didn't speak at that time. At that time, she was used to being immersed in her own thoughts. When she saw this book, she thought of her father. She called her stepfather her father because he treated her like her own. He had a lot of money and was privately owned. The entrepreneur thought that Lu Qiong wanted to be a well-educated girl so that the family would have everything. Lu Qiong saw this book in the city and stopped to look at it, so she bought a stack for her.

Books, paper and pens, she has always been the richest.She suddenly thought of this, and smiled with the corners of her lips slightly bent. She smiled unintentionally, but thought of the smile of her father who had high hopes for her. When she was doing her homework, she walked past cautiously. But my heart is still happy.

Looking up, she remembered that she was now receiving angry accusations from the crowd.

"I know that your hands and feet from the countryside are not clean, why are you so shameless and still laughing? I'm going to tell the teacher!"

The girl slapped the table angrily, snatched the book from her, pushed her, and went to the office with the vigorous crusade army behind her.

Obviously a junior high school student.

Lu Qiong looked at their backs in confusion, rubbed the center of her brows, and felt very aggrieved.

It was just a feeling, she didn't say anything.

Once upon a time, I took out caterpillars from my desk, needles from my shoes, and someone else's snot in my handkerchief.

As if she was used to it, she sat back silently, and happened to be the head teacher's class again.

He slapped the blackboard with a serious face and said: "I thought that some of our students who studied well were also good in character, but I didn't expect that we still couldn't have both good character and learning. The good atmosphere and good style of our school were all influenced by the outside atmosphere." Defiled, some of our classmates lost their notebooks, although it is a trivial matter--"

"Teacher, the notebook is very expensive." The girl added below.

"Ah yes, although this is a notebook, it is also something that the students cherish very much." The teacher stared at Lu Qiong vaguely, "But it has disappeared, it has disappeared, this is a matter of style, we students get along with each other It’s very good, and the friendship is very deep. Some students, she doesn’t fit in with the group and has a weird style. Our students’ enthusiasm can’t be displayed, and they don’t understand. The students who took this book are jealous, lonely, and out of gregarious , This is a matter of wrong style, and everyone here knows who it is to criticize severely today."