I still don't want to go to school today

On Monday morning, Fu Luojia opened his eyes according to the class time, but he just lay still on the bed after opening his eyes.

The fucking holiday is over from this day on.

Maybe it will be different.

... probably won't make a difference.

His mother came into the bedroom to greet him one minute before going out, "Breakfast is on the table." One minute later, there was no surprise that the door was locked.

Only then did he turn over and sit up, checked the quilt and sheets, made sure there was nothing on them, walked to the window, and opened the window to the maximum.

I don't know when it is midsummer, and the wind at seven o'clock in the morning is warm.He settled down and listened quietly for a while, and with some difficulty, he recognized a cicada singing close at hand among the various distorted sounds.

Originally, he didn't have confidence in the judgment of "close at hand", but soon he found the source of the sound among the withered flower branches on the windowsill.

a cicada.

It's not clear exactly how it got in, but it can be seen that it is now desperate to get out.But it didn't seem to understand that there was a piece of glass in front of it, and it bumped forward again and again.

Fu Luojia found a round fan with a small advertisement printed on the bedside table, and planned to use this to carry it out of the window.The cicada naturally didn't know what his intentions were, it shook its head and dodged left and right.

Inexplicably, he just wanted to do this.The next second he thought he had succeeded—the round fan touched it.

But the chirping of cicadas was suddenly cut off.

He slowly moved the fan away, and the cicada fell heavily from mid-air, leaving a few stumps and a thin wing on the white wall.

He stared at the cicada that changed from hitting the glass to hitting the floor for a while, then threw the things in his hand away and went into the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

He turned on the faucet, and took off his glasses while facing the mirror amidst the sound of rushing water.

As soon as I raised my hand, I saw some dark brown coarse particles on the palm of my left hand in the mirror.He spread that hand in front of his eyes, and there were a few more palm lines on it, the lines were more regular, and the color was darker, and the dark brown was blurred from one of them.

——It seems that he really suffered from insomnia last night, and the only dream he had at dawn was not a dream at all.

He "dreamed" that the palms of his hands were moist, as if some animal was licking them—for example, a dog.Another example is the German Shepherd.Or to put it simply, a German Shepherd named Heimi.At that time, he squeezed his fingers together, thinking that he could touch the warm lips of this beautiful thing.

It may be that the screensaver swayed in the field of vision for several nights in a row, leaving inexplicable psychological hints.

In the stupefied second or two after "waking up from the dream", he cut the knife lightly again—subconsciously he knew how this "dream" came about, and he still wanted to repeat it again.

But this is not the story of the little girl and her magic match after all, and the second "dream" did not appear.So Fu Luojia waited for the morning without much interest.

He turned on the TV and watched the news first.

The text of the news gives me a headache.Sometimes when words were needed, the subtitles disappeared. He watched the host's mouth open and close, and finally couldn't bear it and changed the channel.

The Documentary Channel is showing colonies of emperor penguins huddling together on the ice sheet to keep out the cold.The commentary was spoken slowly enough for him to understand, so he put down the remote control.

This is an episode in a series of documentaries, and it takes just one morning to broadcast the entire series.

The sound of unlocking the lock sounded at the same time as the ending song.

"You—what's the sound? Where's the faucet not turned off?"

Fu Luojia woke up like a dream.

……

"Come tomorrow?"

"There will be a mock final exam the day after tomorrow."

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"I met your deskmate today, and she asked me why I took so long leave."

"Zhao Min has transferred to another school, the formalities will be done in the afternoon."

The last message made Fu Luojia sit up directly from the bed.

Lost, deleted, deleted, lost, and finally sent this sentence.

"why?"

"I'm not sure. The school leaders didn't allow it to be publicized, and Chen Feng just mentioned it. Yang Qi probably told me that it seems that the school requested it, and the leaders are afraid of accidents."

Fu Luojia squinted, because there was an unfamiliar name, so he read it several times before he understood the meaning.

"Her papa seems to be dying to--she's back in town for school."

"……so."

He calculated slowly, and was a little surprised to find that this semester would end in less than half a month.Theoretically speaking, his class of students is about to enter the third year of high school.

But the problem is that now his reasons for not going to school are more complicated.

Teacher Ye called yesterday, and his mother answered in front of him.

She said, "Fu Luojia has been overly emotional these days and needs to adjust."

He admitted that these were all mistakes: he shouldn’t have forgotten to turn off the water and the breakfast on the table, he shouldn’t have worn long sleeves and sat in the living room with no air conditioner when the indoor temperature was approaching 32 degrees, he shouldn’t have been crying when she kept calling There was still no response when he called himself three times; but it seemed that the f*cking stimulation was not these appearances, but some kind of premonition under the appearance——

"If you take you at home, it will start to be abnormal, won't it?"

Fu Luojia lowered his eyes in a panic, trying to sit more upright at the dining table.

"Did you learn this from Fu Yun, or did you learn it by yourself? That's right, your surname Fu is more or less out of his mind - it's all because of Fu Yun's father in the mental hospital. Your family's genes are It sucks from there. Your surname is Fu after all, isn't it?

"You just want to drive me crazy, don't you? If Fu Yun can't do it, I'll let you do it - to torture me, to prevent me from having a good time -

"—Since you all want to go, why did you come in the first place?"

Her shoulders were trembling violently, her left hand was pressing on her upper abdomen, and she bent her back in a posture that seemed to be enduring pain. "What on earth am I sorry for you guys with the surname Fu?"

Fu Luojia didn't seem to notice anything - he just pulled out the celery stalks mixed in the fried rice when she had no time to care and threw it away.She went to bed early after that and went to the bathroom before going into the bedroom.

Fu Luojia vaguely heard the sound of vomiting, but the sound was quickly covered by the sound of the toilet flushing.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and went into his room regardless of the food on the table that hadn't been touched.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep all day, but after chatting with Xu Zhibian this time, he felt sleepy, and he managed to fall asleep after working hard for about an hour.The next day around seven o'clock he heard the sound of dishes breaking and wanted to think about what was going on outside, but turned over and fell asleep again.

The broken dishes directly led to a ceasefire in the kitchen, and the cold food was spread on the floor tiles and no one cleaned it.His mother didn't say a word to him all day, and he didn't have any intention of cooking or ordering takeaway.

He sat by the window with the door open, buried the dried cicadas on the floor into a flower pot, then picked up the sleeve hanging on his wrist, found a piece of smooth skin on the inside of his forearm, and found a random one. The angle was cut.He still didn't dare to get dirty, so the strokes were still not deep, as if he was doing a lettering game for elementary school students.

Thin numb pain rushed from his arms to his brain like an electric current, and he felt a slight sense of excitement and a bit of coolness—the sound of cicadas tore through the illusory noise surrounding him and penetrated into his ears, and the sound of the wind became soft again .

He remembered that in the summer when he was in junior high school, his father would buy three cones of ice cream every Wednesday to bring home, even though neither of them particularly liked sweets.Melted chocolate once stained the collar of his white formal shirt.Girls should like it—if he still keeps this habit with Lin Guoran or Manman.

The scene of Dad standing in front of the counter and talking to the clerk in a slightly awkward manner suddenly appeared in his mind.

——Why did you buy this?

——Because colorful things can make people happy.

What he didn't ask at that time was why he was unhappy, because did we go to see grandpa today?