moon star clear

But the high school class that Cheng Ying leads is very busy with work, and they have to travel from time to time for training and communication, and are often not at home, so Ms. Cheng Ying simply replaced Mu Chen's alarm clock with her own "wake up roar" recording.

This wise decision allowed Mu Chen, a critically ill patient with "difficulty getting up", to survive on the verge of being late again and again.

Not only that, but he has become a rare species of "never late".

Although he did not take any credit for this, Mu Chen is still very proud of it.

After getting dressed, he walked out of the bedroom in a daze. He was supposed to go straight to the bathroom and wash up before going out like the usual route, but instead he walked unsteadily to the door and put his hands on the handle.

Twist it, but it doesn't come off.

I fell asleep and forgot to touch the bumper last night.

So he went to turn the safety again. At first, he made a mistake in the direction. After he found out the mistake, he turned it in the other direction.

There was not even a shadow at the door.

"Xiao Chen, what are you doing? I didn't hear anyone knocking on the door." Ms. Cheng's lingering voice came again.

strangeness.

"But I thought I heard someone knock on the door just now?"

Mu Chen looked suspiciously outside the door again, but there was indeed no one.

So he closed the door.

It was as if someone had poured a pot of paste into his mind, and it was so chaotic that he couldn't think.He tried to think back, did someone knock on the door just now?It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no, but he does feel a vague noise at the door, so he subconsciously wants to open the door.

Really no one knocked on the door?

hallucinations?

It seems that I am really sleepy.

Back in the bathroom, I turned on the faucet, splashed some cold water on my face, trying to clear my mind.

It's no surprise that people who don't get enough sleep can be a bit groggy.

But have I reached the point where I have hallucinations?

It seems that I have to go to bed early in the future, I can’t stay up late, I can’t stay up late, I’m prone to dementia, I’m prone to baldness, and it’s easy to stain my handsome face with the vicissitudes of time...

He silently said in his heart.

Yesterday it was indeed because he had to catch up with the homework that was missed due to the art training class some time ago, so he went to bed later than usual, but he often stayed up late before, so he wouldn't be so confused.

Probably because of the dream last night.

He can't remember the specifics, but he vaguely remembers that he went to a very dark place in the dream, without the colorfulness of oil paintings, and without the appropriate shades of ink, just a thick and pure black, where he can't see anything.

It was dark, without any sense of art in the dream.

And when I woke up, I couldn't remember what happened in the dream, I just felt tightness in my chest, and my whole body was sore as if I had been beaten violently.

It doesn't matter if the visual experience is not good, but the physical feeling is still so bad.

Preliminary identification, it is not a good dream.

"It's all to blame for that dream, I'll give it to Mr. Zhou." He said to himself with his mouth full of toothpaste foam.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Mu Chen straightened his short hair that was blown into a chicken coop in front of the mirror, exposing his smooth forehead, and the young man in the mirror finally showed his delicate and handsome temperament.

Mu Chen's facial features are not outstanding, and they can only be regarded as correct in appearance alone, but combined with this fair face, he looks clean and handsome.The hair hasn't been cut for a while, and the slightly long hair hangs down in a bend, looking soft and gentle.The bridge of the nose is high, and the eyes under a pair of softly curved eyebrows are bright, and the sunlight is reflected in them, turning them into dots of stars.

It's a pleasing face.

When he was very young, the aunts of the neighbors liked to pinch his face, and he didn’t feel disgusted. He let them tease him and never lost his temper, because his parents told him that others want to get close to you and talk to you. Caring for his performance should cherish this love.

He always keeps this sentence in his heart, treats everyone who treats him well, is sincere to his friends, and is willing to lend a helping hand to strangers.

So everyone said he was a good-natured boy.

A pleasing face, met with a pleasing temper, is even more pleasing.

He was always the focus of the crowd at school, he was very popular and rarely had conflicts with others. After puberty, there were many love letters from girls in his schoolbag, but he politely and clearly refused them all.It's not that he resists puppy love so much, nor is he afraid that the "reconnaissance planes" of the Political and Educational Office will find out and punish him later, but that he really doesn't like it.

In fact, it is also difficult for him to say what it feels like to "like". After all, in the 16 years since he was born, he has never "liked" any girl, but he always feels that at least there must be some different feelings other than friendship. OK.If you just treat each other as friends, it is absolutely not enough to develop such a relationship.

Just like my parents, although my father is often on business trips and my mother is also very busy at work, when the two are at home at the same time, they will tacitly tell each other all their worries and share housework together. The relationship never fades due to time and space.

This should be considered love.

Mu Chen walked to the door, put on his school uniform jacket, picked up his schoolbag and weighed it, it was heavy, like it was full of happiness that was almost overflowing.

"Ms. Cheng, I'm leaving!"

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

"Don't you have class in the morning, you should also pay attention to safety!"

Hearing his incomparably clichéd yet warm concern, Cheng Ying showed an incomparably gentle smile, but said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, I put breakfast in your schoolbag for you, hurry up and dawdle." Don't be late!"

Mu Chen looked at the stubborn man behind the frosted glass in the kitchen, and slipped out the door with a smile.

"If you have any unhappy things at school, remember to tell me when you come back!"

Cheng Ying poked her head out of the kitchen door, her hair had been mixed with a little silver hair, she looked at her son's face at the door, and earnestly instructed.

Since something happened a few days ago, she always said this sentence.

"Got it, don't worry!"

Mu Chen glanced at her, feeling sweet and sour in his heart, and closed the door after pretending to be relaxed.

Mu Chen is in Class One (6) of Liucheng No. [-] Middle School, a non-key class in a non-key high school.Now it is the first half of the semester of senior high school. After studying in the last semester, most people have adapted to the rhythm of high school study.

But student Mu Chen is an exception.

He yawned and unlocked his bike, zipping up his school uniform before stepping into the seat.

Although it is already March, the weather in northern cities is still chilly in the morning.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have worn a thin sweater. I regret it to the death."

Teenagers at this age already have a preliminary aesthetic concept, and they don't like to wrap themselves up like rice dumplings. When the weather gets warmer, they can't wait to change into thin clothes, but when it's cold, they still regret not wearing more clothes.

Of course, long johns are definitely not on the list of regrets.

Although he said "regret", he didn't have time to go back and change it, so he could only ride the bike as fast as possible to get to school as soon as possible.

The community where Mu Chen's family is located is an old community away from the urban area, and Liucheng No. [-] Middle School is in a more remote place than this old community.Because the distance is not too far, Mu Chen does not live on campus, and rides a bicycle to and from school every day.

In the middle of the two places is a suburban road with few vehicles passing by. There is only a cemetery and a health station along the way.The cemetery is not popular, and the health station is rarely visited.

Simply put, this road is basically built to let the birds go.

It's not too rigorous to say this, after all, Mu Chen, who is now riding a bicycle, is taking this road.

As one of the few regulars on this road other than birds, Mu Chen tried his best to speed up, leaving the gusts of cold wind behind him, and the hair he had just arranged was blown beyond recognition by the wind.He didn't care, the pedals almost became a phantom, and he rode the bicycle with the momentum of a Mercedes-Benz.

As long as the young master rides fast enough, the cold will not be able to catch up with me.

The light of the sky changes the sky from dark blue to light blue little by little, as if it is fading little by little, like a distant memory that cannot escape the fate of being washed.The orange-yellow exposed in the mountains blends with the light whitish sky, blending into a gorgeous color.

The beauty is like a dream.

The surrounding scenery passed by quickly, and the blurring of the phantom made countless colors converge, forming colorful oil paintings.

Mu Chen likes the world at this time the most.

This is its most colorful moment.

"Colorful".

This is the highest compliment Mu Chen can think of for the world.

The so-called beauty should be such colorful.

Countless colors also represent countless lives, countless emotions, and the possibility of countless miracles.

Color makes people full of infinite hope for the future.

Just thinking like this, suddenly a sudden color appeared in the oil painting on the front left.

Mu Chen's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he subconsciously squeezed the brakes with both hands, and the inertia of the sudden stop almost made him fall headfirst.

When he got off the station, he realized that the color turned out to be a man in black who had fallen on the ground.

A few meters away from that person, there was another motorcycle that was upside down.

3. Life is at stake

Mu Chen didn't have time to think about it, and immediately dropped his bicycle and ran towards the person lying on the ground.

His head was broken, and bright red blood flowed out from his forehead, sticking together with his short black hair.His face was pale, and his facial features were twisted into an extremely painful shape.The whole person was motionless.

Mu Chen was greatly shocked by the picture in front of him, he had never encountered such a situation.With so much blood and such severe injuries, the boundary between life and death seems to shrink infinitely, shrinking from an unreachable distance to a fateful moment.

He tried to calm down his panic, will