I still don't want to go to school today

Singing can make people addicted, make people blind, and make people relax.When he spoke out the word "lover" affectionately towards the blue-green pavilion cover of the grove, he still felt strangely moved by himself.

The most important thing is that he is far enough away from everyone, so he has taken the initiative to participate in the rehearsals these days.

After Xu Zhibian stopped taking him to and from school—I don’t know if it was his illusion—the frequency of meeting Xu Zhibian in some places in the school increased.For example, before this class, he saw Xu Zhijian outside the toilet.

At that time, Xu Zhijian was leaning on the railing with his elbows, with a cigarette in his mouth.What is more bizarre is that the butt of the cigarette was obviously burnt and then extinguished, with a burnt yellow color.

There was no Du Ran among the people standing beside him, but some Fu Luojia had never seen before.

Xu Zhibian also greeted him with a natural attitude.

Someone next to him asked, "Just him?"

Xu Zhiyan held a cigarette in his mouth and said nothing, but Fu Luojia's attention was drawn back from the cigarette butt.

"No." He immediately denied.

Xu Zhibian laughed, and a lot of soot was shaken off. "What's not?"

Fu Luojia didn't want to recall the rest of the conversation.

Surprised and surprised can become his normal state one day - the heat on the tips of his ears has just been blown away by the wind.

And yesterday.

Yesterday Xu Zhibian and a few others suddenly rushed into the formation of Class Nine when they were doing exercises between classes.

Fu Luojia didn't have time to think about it, so he stepped aside a few steps.

After they came out of the formation, it was not difficult to find that there was a gap in the ranks of Class [-]——Xu Zhijian grabbed Rudy's school uniform collar in his hand, and directly lifted him out.The contrast between the expressions of the two people was quite strong: Xu Zhibian looked peaceful, while Rudy burst into tears.

Rudy bent his knees and was half-dragged and half-dragged onto the green lawn, and then Fu Luojia couldn't see him—there were especially many people who came to surround him this time.

Xu Zhibian turned his head, just in time to meet Fu Luojia's eyes.

Fu Luojia's expression at that time should be quite shocked, maybe he said something else under the shock - but he forgot now.He remembers clearly what Xu Zhibian replied at that time: "It is Zheng Junyu who is looking for him."

Volaka still refuses to recall the ensuing conversation.

And the rehearsal scene earlier.

A few seconds after he picked up the microphone, he turned his head and saw Xu Zhijian sitting on the window sill.

I didn’t realize it in the video, but I realized that the window sill was actually very high when I saw it on the spot. When Xu Zhibian swayed his legs, he could even see the lines on the soles of Xu Zhibian’s shoes.

Xu Zhibian was actually taking pictures—or videos.

Fu Luojia suddenly forgot his words.The Chinese meaning of the lyrics that he has never cared about has been jumping out tirelessly:

Do you want to see me /not/ hanging, my love?

Do you want to caress/touch/me, mysterious lover?

For the first time, he followed the trend and tasted "shame" in this word.Until now he had only dazedly classified these expressions as pop art.

After the singing, a music teacher who stopped to listen at the door of the classroom gave advice: Don't be too restrained by the typhoon, pay attention to breath control.

Xu Zhibian answered sweetly: Thank you, teacher.

Fu Luojia saw his red and red temples in the large mirror in front of him.

He's been thinking for days about when, where, and what to say to end this endless business.

Does this mean that Li Xin, Sun Qiya and some other people will no longer deliberately appear, including the bald man in the hospital?Then life can get back on track and everything will calm down.He was able to fix the only vent of his boring life in a website as usual, and silently erase all traces every Sunday night.

Occasionally, he would also think that if he had a negative attitude towards Xu Zhijian from the beginning to the end, he would be much freer now - at least he would not step on the big red carpet and think about this in front of the blue sky, white clouds, green leaves and breeze.

The reason why he feels unfree is because Xu Zhibian has successfully convinced him that they did know each other.Now he has habitually paid attention to Xu Zhibian.Wherever Xu Zhibian appeared, he would observe and speculate on this person, and he was completely unable to restrain these impulses with his will.

The best situation he imagined was: Xu Zhijian showed his cards clearly, "I am gay", and then he could say, I am not.A movie can’t explain anything, since Du Ran and some other people can also watch it out of curiosity; some reactions can’t explain anything, and the interpretation of other people’s behavior is always subjective——

Then Xu Zhijian would give him a slap—or two slaps, or not so motherly, just use his fist—and then walk away, and then he could breathe the free air that belonged to "normal people" again.

It's not complicated, that's all.This is a set of standard Fu's logic that he has grown up to now.

"She wears the burqa for fashion, not for a statement, just a spark of passion, and I'm not going to walk your streets or shoot your land."*

See, the lyrics will not contain any hints, but the so-called "art" of mysticism.All associations are overthinking.

Zhou Linya waved his hand more vigorously.

After returning to the classroom, he asked, "Did you hear clearly at that time?"

"Hey, it's too far away, maybe you can hear it a little better. I don't understand these things, so I think the singing is very good."

"Have you heard this song before?"

"No, isn't that Thunder Emperor Quack's?"

"……Correct."

"How do you know how to listen to her songs? She's such a—hey, I can't stand her disgusting looks. I feel alienated when I see her. What is this song about?"

"...Nothing to say, just a slobbering song."

"It's okay, it takes skill to drool and sing well."

He expected the audience to be like Zhou Linya, so he chose this song boldly at the beginning.

Prejudice has always been a protective shell for him.

He thought it over, and after being beaten by Xu Zhijian a few times, he could still say to him, "I can understand you. It's just that you take a different path, and your path is more difficult."

Don't wait any longer after saying this, just run straight away.I dare not say anything else, but his thousand-meter running is full marks anyway.

Then there should be no problem at all - Xu Zhibian is such a busy person, why waste time on some hopeless people?

——So when did Xu Zhibian show his cards?

……

The weekend that Fu Luojia had been waiting for was finally here.

His mother's attitude softened visibly after learning that the ranking was officially certified even though it was wet - she even washed the three noon bowls.

At noon a few days ago, she threw this sentence on the dining table: "This weekend, you go to Fu Yun's."

Fu Luojia was stunned, "Ah."

"Fu Yun's mother has been saying that she wants to see you." She raised her eyes and glanced at him, "It just so happens that this weekend is her birthday."

"Grandma, she... also contacted you?"

"Can you not contact me? Aunt Lin of yours didn't live up to her expectations. She dragged a daughter into the door and gave birth to a daughter. Can she not remember you, the Fu family's incense?"

During the few days when his mother went out of town, he had a younger sister by blood—this was only when his mother calmed down and told him.

He didn't react the way his mother did—he didn't feel anything.As if he was the one who divorced his dad.

The weekend he was looking forward to so much is coming soon.

His mother drove him to the train station, talked to the security inspector and entered the waiting hall, and was stopped outside the platform after the ticket was finally checked.

The county station is relatively small, and there is only a glass wall separating the platform from the waiting hall outside.There were not many people in the waiting room, but all the seats were full. A middle-aged man who looked like a migrant worker was nestled in a pile of luggage by the glass wall, and he seemed to be sleeping hard.

His mother was standing next to the man, looking at him through the glass.She is wearing a floral chiffon skirt today, and she is clean and decent.

And the man's crossed legs were wrapped in jeans that were washed white and stained with wall dust.A section of nylon rope was still exposed from the snakeskin pocket where the head was resting.

Yet when they stand together, they achieve harmony through an inner similarity.

The edge of the car window sliced ​​through the two of them, and he belatedly realized that the inner resemblance was "living with the head covered."

He had just passed the stop sign when he got the first fucking call.

"Is someone sitting in your seat?"

"Have."

"You tell him to get out of the way, if he doesn't let you go to the flight attendant—"

"I know. He's already moving."

"Put it up with something, who knows if he's dirty or not—"

"Padded."

"Hold the backpack, don't put it on the luggage rack!"

"I'm holding it. Into the tunnel."

He counted three two one silently, then hung up the phone.

The darkness came in full force, and the sound of the wind overwhelmed the voices of people in the carriage.

A text message popped up the moment the signal grid was cleared.

From: xzx.