Peacock

Looking outside affected her sleep, so Tangling planted a pot of aloe vera on the table according to local conditions. It was as vigorous as the adolescent boys in the classroom, and its long green tongue was sticking out its sharp thorns viciously.

Until the holiday last semester, the male students hated this pot of aloe, but the turning point came after the three exams in this semester.

The exams will arrange the seats in a random order. As a result, there were three major exams in a row, and the people sitting under the aloe all took the first place in the class, A Qiu, Tang Ling and the monitor.Such a coincidence, coupled with the fact that children are always happy to talk about supernatural events, finally made the reputation of this pot of aloe vera rebound, and it has survived so far relying on the veil of mystery.

Tang Ling first lay down on the table for a while, and then removed the aloe for the first time by herself, leaned on the window sill and looked towards the playground.They were the only ones in this class, and it didn't take much effort to find the boys playing football and the girls hanging out in their class.

It happened that some classmates were passing downstairs to buy water, so Tangling heard them start calling her name: Tangling Tangling, come down to play football.

An inexplicable emotion floated up from the bottom of Tang Ling's heart. It was a long time away, but it also followed him like a shadow. He began to realize that no matter how he persuaded himself, he hated parting so much.

Because of this extreme attitude, he couldn't forgive those who left him, nor could he forgive himself who left others early.

Tang Ling regained her composure and began to pack her things.In fact, even at this time, he didn't have much real feeling. Until the end of get out of class, the whole class returned to the classroom together, surrounded him, and sang to him nervously.

The classroom was full of those off-key endings, those lyrics that didn't quite fit.

Standing in the crowd, Tang Ling suddenly felt as if he had had a big dream. The moment he heard "You know, I will be with you all my life", he believed in it for a short time, and gained long-term strength from it.

Ah Qiu, who has always been reticent, was the first to stand in front of him, as if his throat was choked, and Ah Qiu paused for a while before saying that they heard about the transfer from the head teacher, but they didn't know what he was. Which school to transfer to.

Tangling pronounced the unfamiliar name, and as soon as the words finished, the boys around him began to boo as usual, asking whether Aqiu also wanted to transfer to another school.

Tang Ling thought it was a bit funny, when the preparatory bell rang first, he said thank you and asked all the students to go back to their seats, but just as soon as he carried his schoolbag, Aqiu grabbed his schoolbag belt.

He turned around and looked at her in a good-tempered manner, but this glance made Aqiu almost lose his voice, and after a while he managed to say nonsensical "Then what should you do with the aloe you raise?"

Tang Ling blinked: "Will you help me water it?"

Ah Qiu still opened his mouth slightly and couldn't utter a complete sentence, so he nodded slowly.

"Then it's yours."

There was a rare rainstorm that night, and the yellow mud on both sides of the road was blown up. The whole county seemed to be in a fluid state, and it began to have the ability to drift with the tide like duckweed.

Tangling carried two bags and walked towards the car parked downstairs. The man sitting in the driver's seat quickly got out of the car to help. When he took one of them, he realized later: "Is there any more upstairs? I go get it."

Tang Ling looked at Tang Mo who was walking in the dark corridor, and shook her head.That was all his luggage, and Tang Mo didn't take anything with him, just as resolutely as she did when she came to the county seat.

The driver was unexpectedly talkative. As soon as he got in the car, he began to talk about Liang Pingjiang and his son Liang Jiarong. The dramatic conflict mainly fell on Liang Jiarong, talking about how he got into trouble at school and how he messed up at home.Tang Mo would respond politely to this, but Tang Ling only felt annoyed.

The noisy school, the sugar stand that he often patronizes alone, the mountains and rivers that he hasn't had time to appreciate, the Guanyin Temple where he worships the master every year, everything is left behind by him.

He suddenly felt a sinful sense of betrayal.

After bypassing the winding mountain road, the sweltering county town gradually flew out of Tang Ling's field of vision like a hydrogen balloon with a broken rope. He stood up stubbornly, put his hands on the rear window and tried to find it, but Tang Mo jumped from his seat. I pulled it down hard.

Then he heard Tang Mo lightly instruct him to look forward in the future.