chilling

As expected, the winter vacation of the senior year was skipped. In the past, the vacation after the final exam was suddenly swallowed up by a big mouth called the senior year, leaving only a piece of air, which attracted people's imagination.Yu Qiuliang was lying on the table, his thoughts drifted hundreds of miles away, he felt that his soul was gradually separating from his body, his soul wanted to escape from the net first, and rushed into the vast world outside the cage.

Of course, this was just an illusion on his part.The math teacher passed by his desk and coughed inadvertently. It was this cough that pulled back Yu Qiuliang's soul.Yu Qiuliang sighed, his soul came back, but he didn't want to wake up.

A person who pretends to be asleep can never be woken up.Yu Qiuliang pretended to be asleep, so of course the math teacher couldn't wake him up.I don't know if the teacher saw that he was awake.Because he couldn't see the math teacher's expression, Yu Qiuliang couldn't use his ability to figure out people's hearts, but no matter what, the math teacher finally left and wandered around other students.

That's right.Yu Qiuliang thought.He is a hopeless slacker. Instead of wasting time on him, teachers should care about students who really love learning.The time in the third year of high school is very precious, and this precious time should be used on the right way.

As soon as the math teacher left, Yu Qiuliang groaned and fell asleep again.

Just a few days ago, the final exam had just ended. As a glorious partial subject player, Yu Qiuliang once again showed his advantages in his field of expertise.This time, he was more biased than last time. He scored zero in mathematics, but still topped the list in comprehensive literature.

His total score has not changed, because the extra score in his comprehensive essay is exactly the score he lost in mathematics.This can be regarded as a disguised balance.

This kind of wonderful balance, Yu Qiuliang is used to it, the rest of the students are not surprised, but the teachers are getting more and more headaches, especially Yu Qiuliang's class teacher.Obviously, it is not difficult for Yu Qiuliang to improve his grades, but he is still unwilling to improve his math.The head teacher talked to him several times, and he made a solemn promise. However, after the promise was over, he didn't keep his promise.Just because you don't talk, doesn't mean you don't worry. The head teacher's worry has become a habit. Every time there is an exam, you have to pay special attention to Qiu Liang's math.

Yu Qiuliang was very casual when it came to dealing with math grades.He wanted to do better, but his plan didn't include math at all.Let the math go on like this rubbish, the last one is more compelling than the middle one.

The most special is the most attractive. If you want to get special attention from others, you must either do the best or the worst, and it is still the kind of difference that has never been seen before or since.Yu Qiuliang didn't intend to attract the attention of others, but he did so unintentionally.

Yu Qiuliang scribbled on the paper, but after a long time, the originally clean math paper became a black mess.His handwriting is very small, if you don't look closely, you can't see what he wrote.

"It's amazing." Song Ciran squeezed over, looked at Yu Qiuliang's math paper and answer sheet, and praised him sincerely.This is of course not talking about Yu Qiuliang's math grades, Song Ciran is not interested in exposing people's scars, he is just lamenting that Yu Qiuliang can write all over the paper every time he finishes the math test, and he is always cursing differently.

Cursed is poor high school math.

Yu Qiuliang had had enough tossing around, and stuffed the math papers into the garbage bag hanging by the table. The topics he hated were kept with garbage, and when class was over, he threw the full bag of garbage into the garbage bin next to the playground.

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to his mother.

"I got the second place in the class in the final exam." He wrote like this.

No title, no signature.Both he and his mother knew who each other was, so there was no need to talk nonsense.It's just a piece of information, and it's useless to make it too formal. If the communication between relatives is too formal, it will appear rusty.Yu Qiuliang thought that the relationship between himself and his mother hadn't reached that irretrievable level, and it was okay to speak casually.

The other party seemed to have been guarding the phone, waiting for her son to send her a message.The reply came soon, and it was a simpler word.Yu Qiuliang read those two words many times before putting down the phone.

In fact, he was not satisfied with taking the second place in the exam. He was too competitive and always wanted to stand on the top of the tower.He wanted to do his best, but due to various constraints, he could not achieve the expected goal.When others look at him, they think he is idle all day long and indifferent to the surrounding things, but only he himself understands how much paranoia and madness are hidden in his heart.

If you talk about one thing for too long, it becomes a heart disease.The so-called heart disease is the heart disease of the speaker and the heart disease of the listener; the dissatisfaction with the "second" is the heart disease of Yu Qiuliang's parents, and it is also the heart disease of Yu Qiuliang.

Is it too late to remedy the situation?Standing at different angles, there are different viewpoints.

If you are obsessed with what you have lost, it is of course too late to make up for it after you lose it.However, if you no longer care about what you have already lost, but only focus on what you have now, so as not to lose what you have now, then it is not too late for this kind of remedy, at least the host has not lost everything.

However, no matter what, what has been lost can never come back.Even if you try to repair it, you can't get back the long-lost things, and it is difficult to forcibly reverse some formed concepts.For Qiu Liang, even if his parents repeatedly reiterated that grades are not important, he still couldn't eradicate his original ideas, and he still valued his grades so much.

When someone wants something badly and never gets it, he is going to be sick.

Yu Qiuliang's chest was tight, and he lay down on the table and took a deep breath.He wanted to sleep well, but the grievance that came from nowhere swallowed him again.Negative emotions are like an irregular spring, and no one knows when it will appear and when it will subside.He doesn't really want to take medicine, he just wants to go home quickly and be a hibernating little turtle under the quilt.

He doesn't want to be salted fish anymore.Salted fish has no shell, so salted fish is dangerous.

Yu Qiuliang's mother is nothing like him.

She can't clearly describe her mood, can't explain her views systematically, she has lived for decades, only learned to express clumsily.Introversion seems to be a good quality passed down in the family. Yu Qiuliang's mother doesn't communicate with him very much, and they rarely talk.In the past two years, the things she has done that can best reflect her love are only delivering medicines and the usual greetings.

Oh, and maybe a "very good".

When she received the message from her son, she was looking at her mobile phone. A message from Moments was stuck for a long time and had not been released yet.She is a naive woman who always likes to upload photos of her son to various places. Of course, there are only second sons, and there are very few older sons.

Her eldest son doesn't like to take pictures, and he has been withdrawn since he was a child.With a withdrawn personality, it's not that annoying, as long as his grades are good enough.She thought so, but later, after more than ten years, she found that she was wrong.The older child with a withdrawn personality doesn't like to talk. No matter what the pressure is, he keeps it in his heart and never speaks out.It wasn't until he was tired, sick, and unable to hold on any longer, that others were able to peep a little trace of sadness from the edge of his protective shell.

It was very cold, she slept in the second bedroom, and the heater in the second bedroom was still quite hot.The higher floors seemed to be colder than the lower floors. She was lying under the quilt with a warm water bag in her arms, and felt that the heat hadn't really entered her body.The warmth only lingers on the surface of her skin, as for the bones and blood hidden under the skin, why do they seem to be cold?

Why is it so cold this winter?She put down her phone, her eyelids clenched.After a day's work, she was also tired.

The youngest son was taken by his father to play at his grandma's house, and it should take a few more hours before he can come back.There was no light on at home, it was dark and eerie.She was the only one in the whole house, but she soon fell asleep.In the face of extreme fatigue, people will forget fear and panic, and even all other emotions.Summoned by her dream, she wrapped the warm water bag in her abdomen and fell asleep like that.Before falling asleep, she thought drowsily: Will the older child come back during the Chinese New Year this year?

Every child should be the treasure of their parents, if they look forward to their children coming to the world very much, if they have true love.However, this world is made up of sincerity and hypocrisy. Where there is truth, there is falsehood. Where there is light, there is darkness. Where there is passion, there is capriciousness.Some people, they are ruthless and unrighteous, but they still pretend to be affectionate. They have done bad things, but they still want to erect a memorial archway.

In the darkness, a small hand poked out from the toilet, and blood gushed out.The abandoned child grunted under his breath, repeating the last words it heard.

"I'm sorry" - who is sorry for whom? "sorry"?It crawled out of the toilet with difficulty, and its deformed and broken body dragged a trail of blood on the floor.It crawled out of the bathroom and went to the bedroom closest to it, where it knew that there was a woman lying there.Although this woman is not its mother, it thinks that there is nothing wrong with taking revenge on her as its own mother.Evil ghosts are unreasonable and illogical, they don't need this kind of thing.

It struggled to crawl on the ground, and was about to climb close to the bed where the woman was lying, but at this moment, the lights in the living room were brightly lit, and the children's laughter sounded, it was startled, and turned into a ball of pink on the spot. fog.Pink is a very lovely color, but the pink on its body is the diluted blood, so it looks hideous and terrifying.

The little boy is like a chirping sparrow, singing cheerfully and loudly.His father followed behind him, and suddenly picked him up, and the father and son moved from the bedroom door back to the living room.

"Mom is sleeping." The man raised his index finger and gave a "shh", signaling his son to keep quiet.It is basic courtesy to keep quiet when someone is sleeping.

The mother was sleeping, but she had been awakened by the noise of the child.Hearing that her husband was teaching the children outside, she couldn't help but think of her eldest son again.It is said that the first child is smarter and more sensible than the second, and in her opinion, this seems to be true.Her youngest son was always making noise like a puppy barking, how could his brother be as quiet as he was back then?Quiet children are indeed more likable.

No.2... her clever child, every time she takes the exam, she gets very good grades.

"Sleep as soon as you come back? You sleep in school and come home, are you a pig?" Yu Xiasheng grabbed Yu Qiuliang's ankle and dragged half of his body off the bed.Yu Qiuliang was sleeping comfortably wrapped in the quilt, but suddenly he was told to pull him like this, and when he got up, he jumped up angrily. He raised his foot resentfully, and kicked Yu Xiasheng's hands away.

"Oh, you have a really big temper. Don't you do well in the exam? Why aren't you happy?" After being kicked twice by the brat, Yu Xiasheng was neither angry nor annoyed. I can't get angry.Yu Qiuliang was angry with himself at first, but when he saw Yu Xia smiled, the little flame that was still simmering in his heart just now dissipated with a "swoosh".He turned around again, trying to sulk for a while, but found that the anger was gone.

Yu Qiuliang thought for a while, found a suitable reason, and said viciously: "I have to make up lessons during the winter vacation!"

Yeah?Is this the reason?Yu Xiasheng blinked and didn't say much.He knew that Yu Qiuliang was definitely not angry. After all, Yu Qiuliang could skip class when the head teacher was not around.

Probably because he couldn't stand being stared at, not long after, Yu Qiuliang said again: "What's there to be happy about getting No. 2?"

"Then why are you unhappy?" Yu Xiasheng laughed again.

"I..." Yu Qiuliang got stuck.He "I" for a long time, without saying a word, had to lie back in silence.

What to say?what can i sayHe was lying on the bed, his mind was in a mess.

It's all because Du Xiaoyuan reminded him last time.

He misses his mother.

"I'm hungry, go cook." Yu Qiuliang kicked Yu Xiasheng angrily.