Pure Love Guide ABO

Grandpa was transferred to a hospice.

On the second day when I went back to school, my mother called the dormitory and told me about it, and asked me to study hard at school alone.I promised her and asked her to take good care of grandpa.The moment I hung up the phone, I took a deep breath and realized that I had to start becoming numb to my grief.

It's not that I didn't feel sad and cried bitterly. Since I was a child, there were still many things that didn't go my way, such as being scolded by my grandfather for poor grades, or losing a fight with Tang Jiajia.But that kind of emotional outburst is instant. I just need to cry and eat more rice, and the ups and downs will always pass.

But now it is different.It was a dull, constant dull pain.

When I was doing my homework in the classroom, I would unconsciously look at the leaves falling outside the window. I would think of my grandpa, and I heard from my mother that the same tree seemed to be planted in the nursing home where he lived.

When I was fetching water in the dormitory, I saw those low-grade Alphas running past me, and I would think of Wei Qin who had already transferred to another school.

Life has not undergone earth-shaking changes, but the background music is paused, and everything is silent.

In this slowly advancing silence, I belatedly recalled many things, and I began to realize that Wei Qin had never lied to me.He likes me.It's just that in his eyes, there is no conflict between liking Beta and thinking that Beta is inferior to Omega.

"I really like you, even if you are Beta."

This is what he said when he hugged me.In the end, there is still an "even if".

For another example, he didn't feel that what he did was wrong when he was accused by Ning Cheng.He didn't apologize, he just said nice words to coax people.

That's what he was, from the beginning.

Like the stinging sun, hot and paranoid, never caring whether you need to be illuminated or not.

Good thing I'll never see him again.It was said that their family moved to the imperial capital.Who is willing to come back to that place if he can go?Makes sense.

Just forgetting is hard.

The more I want to forget, the more things will just get into my mind every time I am free, making me unable to restrain my emotions.I will never forget the sneer on Wei Qin's face when he said that sentence to me in the movie theater at the end.

Fortunately, Ning Cheng is always by my side.

After she learned about my entanglement with Wei Qin and my grandfather's illness, she didn't say anything to comfort her. She just brought her schoolbag and showed me a plate of medicine and needles.

"You still remember my nosebleed before?" Ning Cheng put his schoolbag back on the ground while holding the railing, "That's because I have pheromone immunodeficiency disorder."

"Before I differentiated, my mother was superstitious about TV commercials and bought a lot of fake medicines for me, hoping that I would differentiate into Omega or Alpha. In the end, bang, I became a Beta, and my body was also disabled. It's not serious, it's not serious. medicine can live."

When Ning Cheng talked about these things, his tone was as indifferent as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

I looked at her blankly and asked her if you hated your mother.

She shook her head.

"What's the use of hating. She's stupid, not mean."

"It's silly to think that Beta's life is not like Alpha and Omega. But what's the use of people wanting those glory, it's not up to you, and I haven't seen that every Alpha can become a hero of the two bombs."

In Ning Cheng's nagging, I gradually recognized the original appearance of this world.

A Beta is just a Beta, an ordinary person without pheromones. Alpha and Beta are destined to be people from two worlds, let alone being together.There are very few Alphas in the world who are willing to take inhibitors for their Beta partners for life.

My mom is the perfect example.

I believed the sweet words of the other party, and ended up in a situation like today - for the sake of property, both of them are unwilling to divorce, they can only disgust each other, and never communicate with each other until death, which outlasts life.

Speaking of my mother, I don't know how to describe the relationship between the two of us.It's kind, but I can't talk about it, because she never hides the fragmented relationship between us.Every time I make a phone call, I never say much about caring. I try to create a little warmth and just talk about my grandpa's recent physical condition.

But I gradually accepted this way of getting along with her and understood her suffering.

Grandpa won't tell me all of the things.

For example my uncle.In my grandfather's mouth, he is a golden phoenix comparable to Alpha, but unfortunately died young; but in my mother's eyes, he is a poor nerdy brother.

Uncle did die in a car accident, but it wasn't because of some unscrupulous driver who was drunk and driving, but because he ran a red light himself - in order to rush to the cram school.

After his uncle passed away, grandpa pinned his hopes on his mother.

But what the result is, I have seen it today.

As for many other things that cannot be said directly, my mother expressed her position directly with actions.For example, pay tuition fees for me, such as sending me living expenses from time to time.

This made me really feel my financial powerlessness.If I can earn money, I can take my grandpa to see a better doctor instead of demanding my mother unrealistically.

I want to see my grandpa, but I dare not see him more and more.

I dare not face death.

In order not to think about those useless things, I started reading "Corpse Lover" in my spare time.

However, due to the high pressure of study, I only finished reading it after most of the semester.After reading it, I thought the description of death in it was very interesting, so I didn't think much about it, and wrote another email to Teacher Qing Ye, asking me how I can not be afraid of death.

At that time, I hadn't seen Teacher Jiang for a long time.Because Wei Qin said that kind of thing in front of everyone, we really have no other way but tacitly avoid suspicion.

But I know that Mr. Jiang is doing well, because every time the broadcast commends advanced classes, there are their classes.He must treat every student seriously and responsibly as before.

It's just that I didn't expect that not long after the email was sent, I ran into Mr. Jiang in the office of the high school.

Still in the same white shirt, with a stack of homework in his hand, sorting it out in the teacher's office next door.

The moment I saw Teacher Jiang, I was a little flustered. I didn't know whether I should go up to say hello or avoid it quickly.And just when I hesitated for a moment, he saw me.

"Song Chi, how's your study going?"

Teacher Jiang nodded at me.Not too much alienation, not too much affinity.The students who were lying on the table to make up their homework didn't even give us an extra look.

At that moment, I felt a little relief that I had never felt before.

Yes, we are the most common teacher-student relationship, what am I worried about?

"Hello, Teacher Jiang."

I greeted Mr. Jiang and said that my studies have been okay recently.

It was followed by relative silence.Not that I really have nothing to say.In fact, I have always wanted to thank Teacher Jiang for taking care of me, and for introducing Teacher Qingye to me.But in front of so many people, I really can't say it.

"Are you still practicing writing?"

Teacher Jiang asked suddenly.

I didn't expect him to mention this matter again, I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head.

But I quickly explained: "I'm too busy studying and don't have much time."

Teacher Jiang gave a soft "Oh" and nodded. "There's no need to rush this kind of thing. Your studies are important."

I have nothing to say again.

I felt my ears start to heat up, I lowered my head and whispered, then I'm leaving, Mr. Jiang.

I don't know why, staying in the same space with Teacher Jiang, even if there are other people, I still feel the pressure.

"The book you were interested in before," Mr. Jiang did not expect to speak again, but his tone became a little more casual. "Actually, you can read it. Leaving aside the superficial descriptions, there are some topics in it that are worth exploring."

After speaking, he picked up the homework with one hand and was about to leave.

I was at a loss, and had no idea which book he was talking about.

Just when I thought this conversation was over, Teacher Jiang walked past me with his head bowed.Like an unintentional move, he lifted the notebook in his hand to cover his ears.

And I clearly heard what he whispered the moment he got close to me.

"The forest in Norway."