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"The task of philosophy is to teach us to land in the softest way when our wishes meet the stubborn walls of reality."

There is a large bunch of keys buckled on the political teacher's brown belt, shaking with the movement of his writing on the blackboard, singing in harmony with the cicadas outside the window.

The hem of the clothes is tucked into the trousers, and the beer belly is disadvantageous. The sweat from the cover climbs up from the bottom, and grows into an irregular mountain peak with the belt as the foundation.

He turned around, resting his right hand leisurely on the foundation.

"That quote comes from the English writer, Alain de Burton."

The political teacher poked hard at the blackboard on the back with a gray finger, "Ah, students, I suggest that you copy these twenty or so words on the title page of our textbooks, and always experience and encourage yourself.

Especially some students who made 38 mistakes in the [-] multiple choice questions. "

A high-pitched dismantlement came from the corner: "Teacher, it's about thirty characters."

Boring, childish, not funny.

But because this is the last class of this semester, and they are about to usher in the last long vacation of their high school career, everyone is very excited, laughing enthusiastically, all stretching their necks, eagerly waiting for the teacher's expression and reaction.

"Oh, it can be seen that Huang Chenyu is good at mathematics, so you can count how many red crosses are on the practice paper in front of you."

Huang Chenyu said confidently, "Teacher, 38."

The political teacher made a gesture of opening the fan with his bare hands, and looked at him: "I didn't call you by name to save face, and I will humiliate myself if I catch up."

A group of people turned their backs and turned to laugh at him.

Yuan Mu was the only one in the classroom who was absent-minded, staring at the branches protruding into the window railing.

The outside world is very bright, the dense green leaves catch the shattered sun, and the wind rushes over, causing a trembling of the trees and a flash of light.

Leaf and leaf collision, like the sound of rain.

He remembered that rainy night, standing on the balcony and looking down at Qiu Yu with the night.

"But there is one and only one classmate, and this practice paper is all right."

Some cheered, some didn't care, and then they all shouted in unison: "Yuan Mu—"

Yuan Mu put away his eyes and stared back at the podium, but Qiu Yu was still in his mind.

Yuan Cha said that Qiu Yu had a weird temper and was difficult to get along with. Under her frightening description, Yuan Mu could imagine his mean attitude.

Qiu Yu often puts on a bad face, whether he is with relatives or strangers, he doesn't smile seriously when he is happy, and he doesn't even bother to talk well when he is unhappy.

He is sharp, in this round and ordinary world.

But when he recalled him, there were always gentle outlines and warm colors.

This made Yuan Mu feel anxious and unsafe.

"Let me show you a high-frequency error-prone question first."

The political teacher picked up the thick glasses, "Student Yuan Mu, get up and tell me what to choose for question 16."

"C."

"reason."

"Phenomena are diverse, but essence is unique."

"Very good, ah, the knowledge points are grasped accurately."

Yuan Mu regained consciousness after sitting down, and then silently read the sentence on the blackboard.

Walls of stubbornness are indeed erected arrogantly in all directions in real life, but Yuan Mu has never been able to land in a soft way.

Maybe it's because he can't reach the level of a philosophy professor. Judging from the thin and poor political textbook in front of him, the more he studies philosophy, the more absurd the world becomes.

I hate politics the most, but I get the highest grade in this class—one of a thousand ridiculous things.

The teacher began to lecture, and he looked out of the window again, and the branches retreated.

The classroom is not interesting, it is playing with the wind.

And uncontrollably, inexplicably, he thought of Qiu Yu who was waiting for him wrapped in light and mist that morning.

It's good to be a tree, it's good to be a tree.

A few minutes before the school bell rang, there was the movement of pushing tables and pulling chairs next door and upstairs, accompanied by a series of howls and rumbling running sounds, the students around Yuan Mu were also restless as if they were infected, Go crazy.

The politics teacher stood by the podium with his hands behind his back, paused for a few minutes unhappily, and finally dismissed the get out of class with a compromised hand.

Wang Chengxing hung up his schoolbag and was about to run, remembering an unresolved matter, he quickly took out the pen from the side pocket of his schoolbag and handed it to Yuan Mu.

"This one, is it the same as the last one?"

Yuan Mu took a look, but nodded without hesitation.

"Okay!" Wang Chengxing cheered, "Goodbye, happy holidays!" The smoke disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The last time Yang Lanqing traced the history of that fountain pen back to elementary school, that is, more than ten years ago, Yuan Mu was also surprised by this figure.

He forgot how many times he had changed the tube core for it. He even hired someone to touch up the paint when he was in junior high school.

But because Fang Qiong led him to buy it, Yuan Mu couldn't throw it away.

That afternoon, Fang Qiong picked him up from school for the first time, Yuan Cha was still at home waiting to be nursed, but she stayed for a long time to pick a pen for him.

Yuan Mu left the school gate and was walking home. When he passed the third trash can, he threw the pen in his hand into it.

Today he chose the path again, turning the corner into the alley, Yuan Mu stopped.

The person who came almost ran into him, took a few steps back in a hurry, tried to escape in a panic, almost fell down again, and froze in embarrassment.

"Follow me for what?"

The fiery red fades to pink, and the inferior broom becomes a rich peony.

"Who is following you? You bought the road?"

Yuan Mu was not interested in fighting like a schoolboy, and said, "If it's not for fighting, I'll leave first."

Wan Li watched Yuan Mu leave with a cold face, depressed, cursed secretly and scratched his hair.

Seeing the person disappearing at the end of the long straight alley, Wan Li was about to pull up his legs and follow up quietly, when a strong wind suddenly blew by his ear, and someone swung his left shoulder with a stick.

This force stunned Wan Lishan, he forgot to cover his head and also forgot to run away, but in the end he was hit hard by a brick in the back.

Qiu Yu threw the two things aside, kicked Hongmao's back knee, pressed him to the ground, and half knelt on his waist with his left hand on his head.

"What's your name?" Qiu Yu asked him.

Fuck your second uncle's grandma, hit me and steal my lines.

Wan Li struggled a lot, but to no avail.

"I don't even know who I am, but I'm going to slander me!"

Qiu Yu took down the burning cigarette that Wan Li held between his fingers, and extinguished the flickering cigarette butt on his lips.

"Don't give me my father's."

Qiu Yu said calmly, "I hate people smoking on the street the most."

Pain is second, this level of cruelty made Wan Li break out in cold sweat: "When did I offend you?"

"Who were you following?"

"Who am I with?"

Qiu Yu looked around and reached out to pick up the bricks that had just been thrown away.

The ears were pressed against the ground, and the rough friction sound when dragging the bricks was more than ten times magnified.

Wan Li collapsed a bit, his mouth was deformed, and he shouted indistinctly: "I don't know who he is either!"

"Then you should know who broke his hand?"

"It's not me, I didn't do it, he, he gave me a concussion, and I was discharged from the hospital yesterday!"

"nothing dealing with you?"

"Yes, yes—but, but—"

"Where did you fight?"

"Just this way, and a little further ahead."

"When did it hit?"

"Five or six o'clock, No. [-] middle school is over."

Wan Li admitted it, and answered whatever he asked.

"He didn't get home until nine o'clock that day."

"This, this has nothing to do with me. It was still dark when we left."

It was not raining very much at that time, Wan Li turned his head when he ran out of the long alley, and saw that the man was still lying on the ground motionless, as if dead.

"Who threw his book on the meadow by the lake?"

"I...my brother."

"Who?"

"monkey."

"Where's the schoolbag?"

"Thrown into the lake with the knife."

"Knife?"

"his.

Hidden in his bag.

We didn't move this thing, and we didn't know where to put it, so it sank into the lake. "

The conversation stopped here, Qiu Yu suddenly became speechless, Wan Li couldn't see his expression, and there was no need to answer.

The knife had been sharpened and was longer than the forearm. When it was found out of the schoolbag, it had no scabbard.

Whenever he recalled the moment when the knife hit his head through the cloth, he would get goosebumps and lingering fear.

"What do you want to do with him?" Qiu Yu's voice was much lower.

"He also told me to kill him."

Wan Li suddenly said so.

For more than a week, he has been thinking about Yuan Mu's demeanor, tone, tone, the strength with which his fingers grasped his collar, and his curious eyes when he said that sentence.

Wan Li didn't know why he came to follow him.

When we arrived at Shiting that day, the brothers were scared when they saw the knife, they patted their chests and said luckily there was no blood.

Only Wan Li remained silent, so it turned out that that person wasn't trying to scare him.

After coming out of the hospital, Wan Li still rushed to the gate of the No. [-] Middle School before school was over.

The people around him are working hard, and he wants to see how the people who want to die live.

But after following him all the way today, I found that this man even picked up the plastic bags on the side of the road and put them in the trash can.

How can it be seen that he wants to die and live a better life than many people.

a.

Wan Li wanted to move his head, and called, "Dude, I didn't lie to you. I didn't want to do anything. I also stayed in the hospital for a few days, and now I'm still dizzy. It's okay."

Qiu Yu looked at his left arm, which was clipped backwards on his back, and raised the brick: "How flat.

Go to the hospital again. "

Wan Li gritted his teeth, madman, two fucking madmen.