Do you understand Euclid today?

Lin Qianshu entered the house alone and walked around the rooms a few times, not as happy as he imagined.Jiang Yizhi asked him on WeChat if he had arrived home, but Lin Qianshu replied "Here we are", feeling empty in his heart.

"When you wake up, you can try to recite words to find out how you feel." Jiang Yizhi suggested.

Lin Qianshu was very moved after reading it and immediately rejected the suggestion.

After being knocked unconscious by a basketball in the morning, the past events in his dream gave Lin Qianshu a sense of reality that he had existed in the past seven years.But there are still more psychedelic than real, and it is still difficult for him to enthusiastically accept Jiang Yizhi's proposal of "filling up the past with the future".

... In human terms, Lin Qianshu doesn't want to work hard anymore.

Lin Qianshu, who didn't want to work hard, quickly returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the small sofa in the bedroom and played with his mobile phone.

He browsed through the photos in the album again, one by one from his fingertips, he could feel that there was no wave in his heart, and he couldn't remember what kind of situation he was in, what kind of feelings he had. mood shot down.

Especially those photos with Jiang Yizhi.Lin Qianshu stared blankly at the "Unforgettable Events" album. He couldn't figure out what he had studied in college for four years, and why he and Jiang Yizhi had participated in so many events.

Lin Qianshu thought about it, then sighed helplessly, and said speechlessly to the phone: "You can't give me some hints..."

There are no hints.Lin Qianshu fiddled with his phone for a while, but finally had no choice but to give up.

After exiting the album, Lin Qianshu looked at the dazzling array of icons on the phone's desktop, and involuntarily clicked into the novel reader with his fingers.Ever since I read "I Want to Like You Today" last time, for some reason, the plot of the story has been circling in Lin Qianshu's mind.

I don't know if the author has updated it yet.While Lin Qianshu was thinking, he clicked on the books on the bookshelf, and found that the author's update time was still on last Tuesday, there was one more message in the comment area to remind the article, and the favorites were lost.

Sure enough, the author who delays the update will accept the sanction of readers running away.Lin Qianshu felt sorry for the author, checked his account balance, and found that there was still some money in it, so he simply rewarded the author with a few mines to show his support.

Sure enough, the feeling of spending money is different.After spending the money, Lin Qianshu's mood improved, so he took advantage of the opportunity to open the bookmark, and continued reading from where he had read halfway last time.

I read the "I" in the story before because a classmate named Euclid helped "I" hold an umbrella on a rainy day, which made "I" a little moved.Lin Qianshu read it and felt like it was a monograph on innocent little girls unearthed in the last century. He couldn't understand why someone would feel good about him just because someone else held an umbrella for him.

At least I have to bring a month's breakfast, and help with the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria every week, right?Lin Qianshu thought.

He didn't come to school the day after he took me to the bus stop under an umbrella.Under the guise of going to the office to ask questions, I secretly checked the roster of students who asked for leave in the hands of the head teacher, and only then did I know that he was sick.

Whether Euclid's illness was related to the rain was not known in the end.However, at the time, I was surrounded by a huge sense of guilt.I have to do something for him.I told myself.

On my third day at school with a double breakfast, he finally came back to school.

The first time I saw him in the classroom, I couldn't tell whether the secret joy in my heart was because I didn't have to force another breakfast or because of him.But I think the probability of the latter is infinitely higher than the former.

I don't know why I suddenly started talking about probability, maybe it's because of his influence.

Euclid was standing behind the podium, copying a sample problem on the blackboard with chalk.It's not time for morning reading, there are very few people in the class, and Euclid is sitting in the back row, no one will look there.

The right time, the right place, and the right people.I quietly walked to his seat, took out the breakfast I prepared early in the schoolbag and put it on his desk, with a post-it note on it, which I wrote "Thank you for your umbrella" stroke by stroke .

The thought of bringing him breakfast was not a whim.Euclid had to live off campus, but every day after morning reading, he would go to the supermarket to buy breakfast with the group of late-arriving boarding students. He would always only buy two red bean buns, not even a bottle of milk.

I bought it once out of curiosity, and I choked on two bottles of water because of the bread.

Although I don't know why he has a soft spot for this red bean bun, but what I prepared is the most delicious rice ball and soy milk in the breakfast shop near my house.I want to share what I like with him.

Lin Qianshu read this, and the expression on his face became complicated again - he just complained that people like him, at least they have to bring breakfast to people, but the protagonist rushed to deliver breakfast to people again, the key is that the message is only Write such general and perfunctory words as thank you for the umbrella, without even including a name, can this Euclid know who sent the breakfast?He thought, and continued to read.

After delivering breakfast, I returned to my seat as if nothing had happened, and erected the book to pretend to read seriously, but I couldn’t help but glance at him on the podium, wondering when he would put down the chalk and return to his seat Found that breakfast on the Internet.

Finally, the examples on the blackboard were copied to the last line.I clutched the book nervously, watched him put down the chalk, walked down from the podium, and sat down on my seat all the way.

I watched him reach out and rummage through the books in the desk, and took out the rice balls and soybean milk I put in.

He saw it.I felt like my heart was about to jump out, and I was extremely nervous.

Out of the corner of his eye, Euclid seemed to be holding the bag of breakfast in a daze, holding the post-it note in his left hand, with no expression on his face, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

After a while, he finally moved again.I watched nervously as he opened the food bag, slowly brought the rice ball to his mouth, took a bite, chewed a few times and swallowed it.

"Did you change your breakfast today?" I heard the classmate who just came beside him talk to him curiously.

He nodded, put the post-it note into the textbook on the table, and clipped it like a bookmark.

From the cover, I could see that Euclid was taking a compulsory mathematics book.It's the same book I'm holding in my hand.Just thinking about the fact that we were holding the same book, and his book still had a post-it note I sent, I felt that the sun was particularly bright that day.

What I didn't expect was that after the morning reading, Euclid still went out, and when he came back, he still had a supermarket bag in his hand.

Is it because my rice balls don't taste good?My heart, which had just brightened up, turned cold a few degrees in an instant.

I watched him walk into the classroom, his eyes slowly swept across the whole class, and finally met my eyes unexpectedly.

bang bang.bang bang.I heard the sound of a heartbeat.

Euclid looked at me and walked towards me, my heartbeat gradually getting louder with his steps, and finally reached a peak when he stopped in front of me.He called my name and put the bag on my desk.

"Please eat." He said to me, "Umbrellas are easy, you don't have to care about it."

But I want to care.I answered him silently in my heart.

The two of us only spoke a few words briefly, and he was called by the math teacher to move homework.I felt a little sad, but I still carefully held the bag to my lap and opened it impatiently.

The bag contained six red bean buns and a bottle of soy milk.Red bean buns cost RMB [-], and the price of the bag of bread he gave me was the same as the price of the breakfast I brought him.

That would be like giving it away for nothing.I was a little disappointed, he seemed to be rejecting me in his own way.

In the end, the bag of red bean buns became my breakfast for a week. After that, I stayed away from this kind of dry-looking inferior baked product for a long time, even when I heard the word "red bean". An inexplicable feeling of fullness.

Euclid and I haven't spoken for a long time again.If I don't go to him, he won't take the initiative to come to me.

Lin Qianshu couldn't help but sympathize with the poor protagonist after reading this.It is said that "the authorities are obsessed with the bystanders and the bystanders are clear." In Lin Qianshu's view, Euclid has no meaning for the protagonist at all, and the gift of the umbrella is probably just out of humanitarian concern.As for the subsequent charming thought of delivering breakfast, the other party didn't get it at all.

Also, the way the other party repays favors is to buy a bunch of red bean buns of equal value and return them back. Are you sure you don’t want to murder that person?Lin Qianshu was late before, and was lucky enough to snag a red bean bun handed over by his deskmate. He said it was kindly sponsored by the neighbor next door, and he bought it in the school supermarket.When he took the first bite, he felt like he was chewing on a rock with sugar, and every bite after that was a huge challenge for his mouth.

There are tens of thousands of school supermarkets, half of which are Xuelin supermarkets.Lin Qianshu had every reason to believe that the red bean buns sold in the school supermarket in this story were comparable to those sold in Nanhuai Xuelin.

Thinking about it this way, this Euclid may not only not want "I" to pay any debts of favor, but even want to murder "I".

Although complaining, Lin Qianshu continued to read. In the rest of this chapter, he saw that the protagonist gave Euclid a braised steak, but Euclid thought he didn't like it the most. They eat stir-fried broccoli; the protagonist squats at the school gate after school, intending to have a chance encounter with Euclid and go home together, but he squats until dark and no one comes; the protagonist nervously gives Euclid Sending a WeChat friend request, the other party ignored him for a whole night...

It's too bad, it's really too bad.Lin Qianshu looked at him in amazement. Whenever he thought the protagonist was about to give up, the protagonist stubbornly started a new day of "Chasing Europe" mode.

If it weren't for the reversal at the end of this chapter, Lin Qianshu felt that he would have abandoned the article after this chapter.

——At the end of this chapter, there is a memory kill.From 0 to 1 writes:

Now, much later, I tell Euclid these memories that only I remember as a joke.After a long silence, he said "I'm sorry" to me.I asked him why he apologized to me.

Euclid said, "Sorry for making you sad for so long."

The author has something to say: Yes, I'm on vacation, so I started to update the day.

The question is updated every day, and I will ask for leave in the comment area if something happens.

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In fact, I have to participate in a competition the day after tomorrow...but it doesn't affect the update~