tattered

Some lies are sweet because they are good at asking, making people willing to pay some price in exchange for a moment of happiness.

If you want to continue this short-lived sweetness, you have to keep paying a new price for a new lie.As a result browned sucrose can also be overcooked.Sweet and dehydrated, with a touch of bitterness on the tip of your tongue.

too difficult.

Jiang thought so too.

Last night Xie Lian said that the competition would be held at four or five o'clock, so he improvised and immediately said that his activity class was also at that time, what a coincidence.This is pure nonsense. How can there be so many coincidences in the world for people to marvel at.Even a piece of luck usually has to be broken into pieces and sprinkled into the arms of 100 or 1000 people. Those who are favored by God can only lower their eyebrows and look at them. have to.For the activity class, Jiang also sighed. He remembered that it had been changed to a Chinese composition class for three weeks.

So he chose to skip class.Although he is not a good student on weekdays, Jiang is definitely a "very well-behaved student". Ten minutes ago, his poor acting skills and innocent eyes easily made the teacher let down his vigilance. The moment he covered his stomach and shouted the report, he got a pass to leave the classroom.

Jiang Ye was supposed to act in front of Liu Xuchuan in one go, get a leave slip, and then slip away quickly.Who knew that not only Liu Xuchuan's forehead was bright, but his eyes were also very bright. With just one glance, he slapped the table and told Jiang Ye to go back to the classroom.

Xie Lian's "I'll wait for you" last night set Jiang Ye on fire.He has already made an agreement and will not stop here.Since a person's life always burns several times, why can't he light up today.

When he came out from Liu Xuchuan, Jiang Ye turned his toes to the other side of the classroom.After he left the teaching building, he walked half a circle around the playground and came to the back wall of the school.There are usually no people here, and the weeds by the wall are occasionally trampled by one or two affectionate couples, or guys who play truant who skillfully pile up stones, and most of the time they just grow quietly.

And today they welcomed a new guest.The guest was new to business, and his eyes showed a bit of confusion.He stepped on his feet to look at it first, then turned his head left and right, but soon, his expression changed.

Jiang had never taken the elective course of playing truant, and it was the first time he came to the back wall. Before he had time to touch the raised bricks on the wall, or kick some stepping stones, the moment he turned his face, he was far away. I saw a familiar figure in the distance.

As the dean of the second year of high school, he will not admit his mistake.This obese middle-aged man is surrounded by some smoke, holding a mobile phone to receive his cursed native dialect.

"Cena," he approached cursingly, "don't let me know that Xiao Ning hit someone again——"

Now climbing over the wall is asking for death.Jiang didn't have time to think about it, so he turned his head and rushed to the public toilet next to the playground.

Soon after he ducked into a stall, he heard the sound of water hitting the urinal along with the first scent of smoke intruding in the air.

Jiang also took out his phone, and after it was muted, he sent a message to Xie Lian, roughly saying that he had misremembered the direction of the middle school playground and might arrive later than expected, and then carefully slid the phone back into his pocket.He was in a state of embarrassment at this time, with his back pressed against the door panel of the bathroom cubicle, and a little sweat oozing from the corner of his forehead.I don't know if this Khan appeared because of panic or because of lies.

After waiting for about a minute or two, there was the sound of flushing water outside.Jiang also heard the slight sound of metal rubbing, the sound of the faucet sounded within five seconds, and finally the sound of footsteps gradually moving away until it was too far away to be heard.

Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.He opened the slide lock and regained the guilty and throbbing freedom.

Getting over the wall took a little longer than expected.

But before rushing to the high school, Jiang also had one more thing to do.

Trotted to the printing shop outside the school, he raised his head, the time has passed 04:30.He took a long piece of foam board from the shop owner, and when he took out his mobile phone to pay, he found that his previous message still hadn't been answered.

But there is no time to ask any more.Jiang also thanked the owner of the copy shop, awkwardly picked up the foam board, turned around and hurriedly opened the door.A touch of red was reflected on the glass in the action room.

The rectangular foam board is made of four pasted square pieces, and Jiang Ye sandwiches the middle two pieces with crunchy nests. In the rhythm of running, the front side swings and the back side swings.A flicking goldfish.

Because of the resistance, he can't run very fast.But I don't know when it started, the resistance suddenly dropped to [-]/[-].Jiang also belatedly looked behind his elbow, only to realize that his goldfish was missing a tail.

I hurriedly searched back along the road, but I couldn't find the missing piece of foam board.It only takes two and a half minutes to run, and he searched back and forth for a quarter of an hour.

Jiang also stood on the side of the road for a moment, slowly picking up the remaining three boards in his hands.

"I lost 'oil'." He said to himself.

Each piece of red foam board is printed with a big character, either in soft elegant black or italic script, Jiang doesn't know, it doesn't matter to him.It's the words above that matter.

He read each word lightly, "Xie, Lian, plus—"

Xie Lian, come on.This is what he made to order.

High school sports days are always accompanied by garbage flying.The ribbons flying from the salute, the candies thrown randomly as prizes, and the banners full of cheering words.They are garbage after all.As for Jiang Ye's, the black ink was printed on the non-degradable garbage, which was the most affectionate and touching.

It doesn't matter if one word is missing, Xie Lian should be able to understand it.

Jiang also walked in a hurry, afraid that he would not be able to catch up with Xie Lian's game.When crossing the road, a gust of wind blew up, and the word "Jia" began to crumble.

He began to think about whether it would be more concise and clear to leave only the word "Xie Lian" than an uncoordinated sentence.So he did not take much effort to remove the wrapped transparent glue, folded the foam board from the middle, and threw it into the trash can together with the sticky glue on his hand.

Holding the two light boards, Jiang also embarked on a journey again.This may not be called a journey, but if you learn to be a little more romantic, as long as the end point is what you expect, then the whole process is worthy of being called a journey.

Jiang Ye walked very carefully this time, and had to lower his head from time to time to ensure that the two most important boards stayed in place obediently.

However, even if he is so careful, it seems that God is not going to let him go.

Four or five o'clock is just in time for elementary school to finish school. Zai Jiang also lowered his head and fell into fantasy. During an inadvertent sweet inspection, two chasing children jumped and rushed towards him. He raised his hand vigorously, and then lowered it again, his movements were full of majesty, as if he had already caught the prey, and could bite its throat off in the next second.The moment he collided with Jiang Ye, he just raised his arm.

Click.

A dull sound woke the two of them from their dreams at the same time.

Little Fatty is a child after all, and the first thing he feels when he makes a mistake is fear.The companion beside him had already bared his teeth and screamed, which further stimulated his immature brain nerves.He opened his mouth, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"It's okay," Jiang also smiled, and comforted him first, "Kid, it's okay, don't, don't be afraid."

so tired.This laugh exhausted all his strength, even when he was racing against the planes in the sky when he was young, he was never so tired as he is now.

When the child bounced away vigorously like a flower, he lowered his eyes and looked bitterly at the broken foam board with his facial muscles still retaining that little mechanical smile memory.

Now, there is really nothing.

In the end, Jiang also had to arrive at his destination empty-handed.He listened to the commotion on the playground of the attached middle school, and tried his best to stick his face to the less than three-inch gap in the iron railing.Finding a person in a sea of ​​people is like searching for a moon in a sea. He can't find a person, but luckily the moon is coming to him soon.

Seeing Xie Lian approaching, Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, "Xie Lian!"

"Yeah." Xie Lian glanced at his empty hands, and said with a cool tone, "You're here."

Jiang was also surprised that Xie Lian's attitude was so cold.It's no wonder he, in the brief love, Xie Lian's image seemed to be always gentle and enthusiastic, as if as long as Jiang also looked at him, the fire in his eyes would never go out.

He tried to imagine many scenes where they met along the way. Xie Lian might smile and say "you are here", or he might say "the road has been hard".Jiang also thought of him in thousands of ways, but he did not expect such a cold him.

However, what Jiang also didn't expect was that he saw Xie Lian, but he didn't see Xie Lian looking up after each game, he didn't see the bottles of mineral water full of meaning that Xie Lian refused, and he didn't see Xie Lian. Xie Lian walked a long way after the first match, and secretly lit a cigarette.

How could Jiang see those.People can only see what they see in front of them, just like he can only see Xie Lian's fickleness and carelessness at this moment.It's not his fault.How can this be his fault?

"Xie Lian," Jiang Ye buried the scar deeply, and forced a smile to look at him, "Is the game over?"

"The finals are over."

"This, that's it...then what's the result?"

"not good."

"Ah," Jiang also seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere.He scratched his head, half-jokingly said: "It's all because I didn't teach well."

This is a joke, the answerer can just say anything.Couples in love give each other a step down, and it's probably one of the easiest things in the world.

But Xie Lian gave a soft "um" and looked away lightly, "Probably."