chilling

People who have never experienced pain will never know repentance; people who have never experienced loss will never know how to cherish.

Yu Qiuliang's hand holding the pen is very beautiful, and the handwriting flowing from the tip of his pen is even more beautiful. Song Ciran held his chin beside him and watched him write, and was stunned for a while.This is not the first time Song Ciran has seen Yu Qiuliang write. They have been at the same table for so long, and he has no reason to ignore Yu Qiuliang's writing, but he just feels that Yu Qiuliang's writing today is very serious and beautiful. .

They are writing.

The Chinese teacher didn't know what to think. It was an ordinary weekly test, but she asked the students to write the composition as well, saying that everyone usually only does the questions and ignores the practice of composition writing, so we must seize the great opportunity. Improve your writing skills.She should also know that the level of writing is not so easy to improve, cramming and writing once or twice will not have much effect, but she still does it stubbornly, as if this time the students have finished the composition and will go back to the college entrance examination It seems that you can get an ideal good grade in the exam.

She was right. Everyone usually only does multiple-choice questions and reading comprehension, and then recites ancient poems and essays. They really rarely come into contact with such things as composition.Writing essays is actually very random, Yu Qiuliang thinks this way, if there is no story in the stomach and mind to tell, no words to write, then no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to make up a complete essay.

There are still few people who speak well, and those who use their pens like flying essays without adding points are legends. The most common sentence that Chinese teachers say is, "Good articles are all edited out", which means that students are advised to type a letter before writing an article. draft.However, the actual situation is slightly different from her idea. Some students are too lazy to draft, and some students take too long to draft, so that they can't finish writing the content on the answer sheet.

Song Ciran is the kind who is too lazy to make drafts, he doesn't even have a decent draft paper.Yu Qiuliang was fortunate enough to observe his math test paper for three years. The handwriting on the answer sheet was neat, but it was different on the test paper. The jet-black ink balls and countless calculation formulas made Yu Qiuliang feel like he was Cheek hurts.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to make such a messy draft paper, Song Ciran is really a strange person.

High school composition generally requires writing argumentative essays, although most students don't like argumentative essays.Yu Qiuliang secretly scolded the people in the Education Bureau to Song Ciran, saying that they are full of sour stomachs and only engage in stereotyped selection of scholars all day long. As for the college entrance examination, it is a legacy of the imperial examination, a rotten root that should be eradicated.Song Ciran thought about it for a while, and felt that what he said made some sense, so he added another sentence: "Forcing students to practice calligraphy is completely suppressing nature."

Although what the two of them said at the time had nothing to do with each other, the communication between the donkey's lips and the horse's mouth can still continue.However, Yu Qiuliang didn't want to reason with Song Ciran, all he needed was someone to listen to his constant complaints about. Obviously, Song Ciran was a qualified tree hole, and Yu Qiuliang was very happy.

But there is still a little difference between living people and real tree holes. The biggest difference is that living people can talk and ask questions, while real tree holes can't.Song Ciran is not a real tree hole, he is panting, so when he found that Yu Qiuliang was writing a paragraph that seemed to have nothing to do with the main text, he wanted to be a curious baby who loves to ask questions.

Yu Qiuliang glanced at him with a good temper, and explained to him: "Write it casually."

Song Ciran glanced at the untouched composition paper at the same table, feeling complicated and hard to express.He only knew that Yu Qiuliang didn't like to write math papers, and he handed in blank papers every time he returned to the weekly test, and sometimes he didn't even write comprehensive essays and English, but he had never seen Yu Qiuliang not write Chinese test papers or Chinese homework.

Uncharacteristically, uncharacteristically scary.

Bewitched at the same table?

Uneasy to observe the same table, Song Ciran soon found out that something was wrong.Yu Qiuliang doesn't like to button up his shirt, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, as long as he wears a shirt, the top two buttons must be undone, but now his neckline is open, revealing a crystal clear thing inside.

A pendant that looks like a crystal.

A token of love...?Song Ciran was startled suddenly, and opened his eyes wide to look at Yu Qiuliang. He never thought that this good man, who was saddened by beauty, would start a puppy love life just like himself.

Some people fall in love by themselves, and they are eager to be a matchmaker, regardless of whether they are willing or not, they insist on pulling the red line, but Song Ciran is not like this.He is well aware of Yu Qiuliang's contempt for dating. After all, this person once swore to the sky that he would never get married in his life, and wanted to be a free and unfettered man like the wind.If Yu Qiuliang slapped himself in the face, Song Ciran didn't quite believe it, because he had played with Yu Qiuliang for three years, and he had never seen Yu Qiuliang slapped in the face.It seems that everything is under Qiu Liang's control. He said that the ending is one, and the ending is really one;

Therefore, after discovering that Yu Qiuliang had a delicate crystal pendant on his neck, Song Ciran's first reaction was that his tablemate was fascinated by the vixen, and he offered to sacrifice himself to the ghost of the mountain spirit.

He has a rich imagination, and when he was placed in the teahouse and wine shop in the past, he was a storyteller who talked eloquently. After telling a story, he won the applause and applause of all the guests.But modern society doesn't believe in imagination, or stories based on imagination, those stories are too unrealistic.

For example, they lived in a big city with a lot of traffic, and it was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the stretching mountains. Besides, there were no wild animals in the mountains, even squirrels could not be seen, so where could they see foxes?After groping alone for a while, Song Ciran vaguely grasped some clues. He seemed to be staring intently at the Chinese exercise book in front of him, but in fact, his eyes could not help but glanced at his deskmate countless times.

After Yu Qiuliang finished writing that sentence, he was still in a trance, holding the pen subconsciously, turning it from time to time.He supported his head, and closed his eyes not long after. After 10 minutes, he slowly lay down, pressing the back of his hand on the crystal through the cloth material.Peace of mind like never before.

This series of movements were done in one go, as if they had been rehearsed countless times in advance, but this was indeed Yu Qiuliang's first day hanging the crystal around his neck.He stroked the polished and smooth surface of the crystal, and suddenly remembered the rough crystal that he had seen in textbooks. It was a proud ore with edges and corners, but it turned into such a round and smooth appearance in the hands of the world.

If it has not been polished smooth and its edges and corners have not been removed, probably no one would want to wear it on the body.Everyone is afraid that things that are too sharp will scratch themselves, and it is a biological instinct to stay away from things that pose a threat to themselves.

The original Yu Qiuliang was very similar to an unpolished crystal. He had sharp edges and corners, and he was covered with thorns. All the brilliance was hidden in his body, and no one had ever seen the brilliance inside him.But Yu Xiasheng appeared, and the man cut him in half so that he could see his heart clearly.The loneliness and hesitation brought by the thick black mountain to the crystal stone disappeared suddenly, and what remained was a finely crafted work of art.

artwork.People are works of art.Infatuated, cold-blooded, gentle, violent, sunny, gloomy, all kinds of people, all kinds of works of art.The huge world is a kingdom built by precious works of art, the earth is the shelf, the sky is the window, and the art itself is also the purchaser.

The crystal stone did prevent Yu Qiuliang from slipping into a nightmare, but it could never control Yu Qiuliang's mind.It is a dead thing, it will never know what people are thinking, it does not even know the meaning of its own existence, it has no consciousness at all, and it has no heart.Yu Qiuliang suddenly patted his chest, feeling a little tight.

He touched something bouncing and sat up abruptly.

That heart... that heart... that heart that should have been shattered without a sound, it actually moved!

My heart is beating, am I still alive?Yu Qiuliang lowered his head in disbelief, and opened his palms to look at the lines on his palms.He didn't know how to read palmistry, he randomly picked the shortest line, thinking that line represented his life.With such a short lifeline, he must have died early, with no chance of survival.

It's Yu Xiasheng, what is sealed in the crystal!is anything other than blood—

"Uh..." Song Ciran saw that he was holding the crystal, his face was cloudy, and he wanted to ask him what was going on, but he felt unable to speak, so he opened his mouth and spit out a single syllable that didn't make much sense.Yu Qiuliang accurately caught the monosyllabic exclamation, his sharp eyes swept over, and he let go of the hand that was clenched on the crystal. He looked at Song Ciran, and Song Ciran also looked at him. After a long time, Song Ciran breathed a sigh of relief, Pretend to be relaxed and say: "You continue to write the composition, this class is due after class."

write shit.Yu Qiuliang thought to himself, what is there to write about this kind of composition in the examination room?His face was even more ugly. He didn't know why he would be angry. If it were someone else who found out that he was not dead, they would probably be happy, instead of his gloomy face, like the one who helped him change from a ghost back to a living person. The debt owed to him for hundreds of lifetimes has not been repaid.

After a while, he understood why he was angry.He was angry that Yu Xiasheng treated him like a child, and never asked his opinion when implementing the plan; Isn't it the same kind?Yu Xiasheng was alone for so many years, and all the old friends around him died long ago. Du Xiaoyuan, who was left, often had opposite views and styles, and Du Xiaoyuan had to leave anyway.Doesn't he want someone who can stay by his side for a long time?Is he so willing to live alone?

Look down on me?

Such a terrible idea suddenly appeared in Yu Qiuliang's heart.He valued Yu Xiasheng's attitude too much, so the other party's behavior made him a little bit unpredictable, so he started to speculate wildly, always thinking in the worst direction.Never being optimistic is a habit of Yu Qiuliang, which started in his elementary school.

Good students should not only learn how to do the questions, but also learn to check and estimate scores.Yu Qiuliang has been inseparable from the test scores since he became a companion with the test. In fact, he is not so confident that he can get a high score in the test, so every time the test scores are estimated, the scores he estimated are far from the actual situation. It is not uncommon for the actual score to be thirty or forty points higher than his estimated score.He is good at pessimism. He believes that as long as he is pessimistic in advance and takes the worst into account, the pressure on him will be reduced a lot, but what he does is to add pressure to himself.

Half of people's pressure comes from the outside world, and half comes from themselves. The most difficult monster to overcome is not the actual suffering, but the inner cloud.

Yu Qiuliang glanced at the composition paper on the table, and grinned: "I won't hand it in."