Pure White Core

I think I am very used to sleeping alone, for example, I am now, naked and huddled under the warm quilt, the flickering fire of the stove illuminates me and the sofa, and there are mottled walls that are not clean.

In this kind of firelight, I will think of Liu Fan. His face looks very peaceful when it is reflected in the campfire, as if he is asleep, as if he will wake up with a smile after being kissed.

I probably liked him, but I forgot when exactly, I just remember that when he was thrown on the ground and gradually getting cold, I suddenly wanted to cry, I should have told him earlier.

I will finally grow up slowly, and Liu Fan will always be 19 years old.

I wish the ring could tell me that the dead can be resurrected, even if it costs more points, even if it needs to upgrade multiple garrisons and furnaces, but the answer of the ring is cruel: dead people cannot be resurrected.

That's it... At least I can remember him and plant some flowers in front of his humble grave.

This is the first secret love that ended without a cause after I was reborn, and this kind of thought would only enter my head when I was alone in the dead of night.

It's great, I have flesh and blood, I can laugh and cry, I have happiness and sorrow.

When Huihui woke me up in the morning, I hadn't closed my eyes yet.She didn't notice anything unusual about me either. Sitting next to me, the lamb drank milk from the bottle in her hand, and stretched out her other hand to stuff a handful of peanuts into my mouth.

I chewed and chewed, and the pain in my heart was still there. I am an adult, and I am not as naive as her, and I don't worry about anything.

"Yu Shaorong, drink milk." Huihui put the bowl of milk in my hand, it was a little hot, and she blew on it.

It was very warm in the arms of the bowl, and after drinking it in one gulp, the whole chest was hot.

When I was getting dressed slowly, Huihui was fiddling with her ring beside her. She complained that the ring only recognized packed items, and if it was not packed, one piece would occupy one space, and five spaces would not be enough.

A handkerchief is used to wrap money, a large plastic bag is used to hold all clothes, shoes and socks, a spare book is packed to eat, and the remaining two boxes are filled with triggers, and the other box can only hold one thing. However, she has recently discovered at least ten new types of luminescent silk thread, and she wants to stuff any of them into the ring for research.

She asked me how to make the ring bigger. I can only say that I don’t know. I haven’t figured out the specific strengthening method of the ring. I don’t know whether it needs more anchor point fragments or points. I don’t want to now To think about what to do with Xu Dazhi and the others in the room, because whether to keep them or kill them all makes me sick to my stomach.

I went out with my schoolbag on my back. Huihui carried the little lamb who wanted to come out with us back to the small cushion next to the sofa to lie down on, and then went out and locked it.My mother didn't come back, so she naturally took over my mother's job and began to take care of me.

Huihui suggested jogging to school, just to exercise. I rejected this constructive idea. I just had a full meal and strenuous exercise would easily cause my stomach to sag. Besides, in the cold weather, I wish I could pretend to be sick and stay at home instead of going to school, let alone running with a schoolbag on my back. up.

I was very silent all the way. Huihui had a lot to say and asked me countless questions, but I was not in the mood to answer her, so I just passively dealt with it. pebbles.

When entering the classroom, all the students in the class were present, and the crisp sound of spiked shoes stepping on the brick floor made many people raise their heads, including the head teacher who was sitting by the iron stove warming up the fire.

When I was doing morning exercises, the sports committee member kept looking around at me. My lazy movements made his teeth itch with hatred, but for unknown reasons, he frowned several times and did not complain to the teacher. Only then did he whisper: "Yu Shaorong, next time you do your exercises, be more serious, or the teacher will see and beat you."

Hey, it's so fresh, this kid thinks of me!Thinking of this, I looked back at him again, his shy little face seemed not as hideous as before.

In math class, Teacher Gao checked the homework as usual, and swearing and slapping rang out from time to time, and the harsh words echoed throughout the classroom.

I didn't dare to breathe out, I was really nervous.

"Yu Shaorong, don't be afraid," Huihui patted me: "What's there to be afraid of?"

Aren't you afraid?I timidly turned my head to look at Huihui, and made eye contact with her.

Huihui's rocker stood straight: "Don't be afraid!" She spoke in a loud voice, and she was the only one among the quail-like students in the class who dared to raise her head, so that everyone around her looked at her in disbelief.

Huihui didn't specify the reason, but her left hand lightly stroked the invisible and intangible ring, which showed her mood.

It is estimated that she is not afraid at all, even she does not believe it. After all, I saw her legs shaking unconsciously and her movements were very stiff, but the ring and her experience gave her courage, and she wanted to resist.

The chunky Mr. Gao was busy beating people, and didn't notice the abnormality behind him.

It didn't take too long before it was our turn. This time, her fat hand picked up my homework book first, with neat words, accurate answers, and no faults that can be picked, since I have already used adult fonts. And writing habits for several days, all the teachers have accepted the facts one after another, and she is no exception.

"Where did you get your hair cut?" She frowned and poked my head repeatedly with her fingers: "Like a hooligan!"

"Beside the school gate." I lowered my head and dared not look at her.

"..." She threw my notebook on the table, and turned to Huihui's homework without any further text.

"Look at your book..." Teacher Gao had a disgusted look on his face: "It's as rotten as a beggar's bedding, don't you think it's disgusting?" Huihui's homework book was old, and the front part was a little loose, so Teacher Gao took it Shake it in your hand and it will fall apart.

"..." Huihui didn't speak. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her frowned as she looked directly at the teacher.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Gao also raised his voice: "You said you were wrong? What do you mean?"

"My notebook is broken, but I did my homework, and the questions are correct." Huihui said.

"Slap!" There was a heavy slap, and Huihui almost fell to the ground covering her face.

Teacher Gao's sharp voice echoed in the classroom: "Who told you to talk? Day `your mother, do you still dare to talk back?"

Huihui's eyes almost burst into flames, she gritted her teeth and crawled up, stretching out her right hand with a ferocious face...

"Tong!" A kick kicked her and knocked her down, and then she was forced to stand up abruptly by her braids. Before she could react, she was slapped with slaps from both sides.

I shrank in my position and dared not look at it.

I heard Huihui crying so loudly that even Teacher Gao's scolding could not be covered.

First she whipped her with her hands, then she beat her with a book, and then she went to the podium and took a stick, hitting Huihui everywhere, even under the table next to her, and she couldn't hide. measures.

The beating lasted half a class, but Teacher Gao played it very skillfully. All the heavy hands were almost invisible, and they would not hurt the muscles. Although Huihui was beaten all over the ground Wah-wah, but most of them were crying and begging for mercy and apologizing, not the screams after serious injuries.

well!It could have been avoided, so why force it?

Teacher Gao asked Huihui to kneel down and apologize to her, Huihui did so, and she was punished to stand in her seat for the second half of the class.

Huihui was sobbing all the time, her new favorite clothes were rubbed into gray balls, her newly cut hair was pulled into a lunatic, her face was swollen, her eyes were crying like peaches, and her tears were dripping down like broken beads .She didn't dare to make a loud noise, otherwise the blackboard eraser would fly over and hit her on the head.

Huihui sat down after class. She buried her head on the table and cried very sadly. Many people around pointed at her and watched her jokes. Some felt sorry for her new clothes. They had only been worn for a day. It turned out to be so beautiful.

I didn't know how to comfort her, so I simply sat there without saying anything.

The second period was the head teacher's class. Huihui had stopped crying during class, but her red and swollen face and wet tears were clearly visible.The head teacher seemed to have known about the situation, so he didn't say anything, and asked everyone to open the textbooks and go to class directly.

This class was very boring, Huihui was sobbing all the time, her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't hold the pen, and her sketches were crooked.

When I was talking to her when the second class was over, she looked up at me, her eyes were red and bloodshot, like a rabbit.

I said I wanted to pee and asked me to go out, she just stood up and walked to the side, and after I went out, she sat back down, lay on the table and started crying, crying even more aggrieved and louder.

When I came back from the toilet, she was still lying on the table, but she didn't cry, as if she was asleep. I moved the table in the back row back and passed her, and she moved her back forward.

In the last nature class, when the class leader said to stand up, everyone stood up, only Huihui lay on the table and did not change the textbook.The teacher came over and seemed to want to talk, but after seeing her disheveled hair and dusty clothes, she didn't make a sound, and let Huihui lie on the table for the whole class.

When the school bell rang, she still couldn't get up when everyone stood up after class. She only raised her head after the teacher went out and packed her schoolbag.

"Huihui, what do you want for lunch?" I asked her.

"Anything is fine." Huihui answered me as naturally as possible without turning her head, but her voice was crying and nasal.

Huihui, the road team at the end of the school station, was also expressionless. The sports committee asked the first row to report the number. Sing a song and go out.

During the whole process, the homeroom teacher was by her side, and Huihui didn't even sing, but she didn't criticize Huihui.

Someone at the school gate was wearing a familiar red scarf and beckoned to both of us. I nodded. Huihui next to me wanted to lower her head but was too late, and smiled bluntly and reluctantly.

This is an awkward journey, I don’t want to talk, Huihui lowers her head and doesn’t know what she’s thinking, Gao Xiaolin tries hard to find a topic several times but no one picks up, he’s so embarrassing that he almost walks with the same hands and feet, the closer he is to my home The more frustrated he was, the heavier his steps were, and he was almost crying.

"I'm home." I said.

"Oh." The red scarf also had a bad face, probably because he thought I didn't want him to take me home, so he didn't talk to him on purpose.

"You haven't shown him your sheep yet." Huihui raised her head and said, then turned and entered her house.

"Would you like to see my little lamb?" I asked him.

"Yes! I haven't seen your lamb yet!" The red scarf regained his energy instantly, and he sent me and Huihui over twice. I never invited him into the house.

I slowly took out the key to unlock it, and the wooden door opened, revealing the dilapidated and shabby home in front of him.

The red scarf was wearing a light beige woolen coat. The bright scarf around his neck and the clean sneakers on his feet were out of tune with my family, but he walked in with me happily.

The air in the house smells bad, sheep urine is at the door, and a foul smell hits the nose.

"Baa~!" The little lamb bounced and ran to my lap, it must be hungry, and stretched out its mouth to look for a milk bottle in my hanging hand.

"Ah! What a white lamb, so pretty!" The red scarf was in a good mood, and praised the dirty little lamb for its beauty. He also said that the little lamb looked like me, so pretty.

I said I went out to buy food for Huihui, and asked him if he wanted to stay and eat together. It seemed that he was very willing, but he still reluctantly told me that he had to go home, and he would be scolded if he was late.

"Yu Shaorong..." Before leaving the door, he turned around and stopped, hesitant to speak.

"Ok?"

"That..." He struggled to organize his words before speaking: "Can I go to school with you?"

"Your home is not here." His home is on the east side of the school, and mine is on the west side, which is not on the way.

"Your home is close to the school... Oh, don't worry about it," he waved his hands like a cannonball and said, "Let's go to school together, I'll find you."

Before I could speak again, he hurried away.

"I buy fried rice." I said.

"En." Huihui, who was hiding behind the curtain of her house, responded.

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