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After making a failed product, anyone would think of re-creating, and with the first experience, they have enough confidence to make the next work well.After Yu Qiuliang made a small clay figurine, he wiped his hands and felt dissatisfied, so he re-kneaded it into a ball of clay and made another one.He likes to make clay figurines, because it makes him feel like Nuwa made people, but making people is not that simple. If one fails, it is difficult to guarantee that the next one will not fail. Moreover, if you want to shape a child well, It is also very time-consuming and labor-intensive.

During this period of time, Yu Xiasheng was often at home, and the weather was getting colder. When it was not necessary, he would not go to the unit to work.His office, to be honest, is very warm and spacious, but he just doesn't want to go there, he would rather spend time at home with Yu Qiuliang.At this moment, Yu Qiuliang was making a little clay figurine on the balcony, and Yu Xiasheng was working in the adjacent room. No one spoke. The house was very quiet, except for the little black cat's soft purring.

The little black cat was lying in the nest, and the nest was brought to the balcony by Yu Qiuliang.The sun outside is warm, shining in through the glass window, as long as you don't get close to the window glass emitting air-conditioning, you will feel that the sun is very dazzling and warm.After Yu Qiuliang finished making the clay figurines, he put them in a milk box and placed them in a corner of the balcony. He was about to stand up to wash his hands when he found someone standing on the grass downstairs.

Yu Qiuliang suddenly became vigilant.The man outside wore a gray woolen hat and a big mask on his face, except for a pair of eyes, nose and mouth, all the big masks tightly covered them.From time to time, he stretched out his hand and pulled his hat. Yu Qiuliang's eyes were sharp, and he found that the man's hands were also wearing woolen gloves of the same color as the hat.Yu Qiuliang thought that he had a pair of green gloves. If the man downstairs also had green gloves, would he also change his hat to green?

Then again, who is this man?

This is not the first time Yu Qiuliang saw him downstairs.At first, he thought it was some man who didn't bring anything, and was too lazy to go upstairs to get it home, so he waited for his wife to drop the things on the lawn, but then he found that this man came every day and stood at the same place every day. position, but never held anything in his hand.

It appears that the initial guess was wrong.

It's not that I forgot to bring something, what could it be?Are you stalking?Yu Qiuliang took a few steps back and moved the cat's nest to the living room. The little black cat was woken up by him, opened its eyes in a daze, and licked the back of his hand.This time, Yu Qiuliang didn't give the little black cat his attention. He grabbed the curtain with one hand, and grabbed the corner of the clothes anxiously with the other hand, rubbing it constantly.He was always looking at that strange man downstairs, for some reason, he always felt that this strange man was here to stare at him.

No wonder he thought so, his family lived on the second floor, and from the strange person's position, the balcony of Yu Qiuliang's house could be seen most clearly.The sun is shining these few days, Yu Qiuliang often teases cats on the balcony, whenever he inadvertently looks at the lawn downstairs, he always sees strange figures.Once or twice is fine, but if it's too much, it's a bit scary. Yu Qiuliang was frightened and almost formed a conditioned reflex. Seeing people in this kind of attire makes him feel scared.

In winter, the cold wind is biting, blowing on people's faces like knives, as long as Yu Qiuliang walks out of the house, all he sees on the street are people who look like this, fully armed.Therefore, he went to school every day with fear and suspicion.He felt that there were shadows all around him, and these shadows had grown hands. If they seized the opportunity, they would drag him to the ground and deprive him of the opportunity to communicate with the world.

Once he left the balcony, the sunlight would not be able to shine on Yu Qiuliang's body. Although the heater was burning hot, he still shivered.Suddenly, Yu Xiasheng appeared behind him, and the man on the lawn downstairs lowered his head, turned and hurried away.Yu Qiuliang stared at his back steadfastly, thoughtful, and didn't even hear Yu Xiasheng's voice.

He could almost confirm that the weird man outside was staring at his house.The weirdo has been guarding here since the end of the New Year's Day holiday, and it has been a week now.During this week, if Yu Qiuliang appeared alone, the strange man would stand there, like a stone sculpture with no expression or movement, but as soon as Yu Xiasheng appeared, the strange man would immediately turn around and run away, never intruding into Yu Xiasheng's sight.Yu Qiuliang didn't know whether the watchers were afraid of Yu Xiasheng, or if they were afraid of being discovered by Yu Xiasheng and causing other troubles.At this moment, he only has one feeling left, which is called "creepy".

The man hid in the shadows next to the residential building and locked his eyes on a woman.This woman looks young, but she is actually middle-aged, her well-maintained face is slightly old-fashioned, and there are thin crow's feet on the corners of her eyes.No matter how young and beautiful she was in the past, she could not escape the erosion of time in the end. She is not a fairy, and she will grow old.

But, as a watcher, a man's focus is never on the appearance of the person being watched.He didn't pay attention to the woman's appearance or clothes anymore, he took out a small palm-sized machine from his arms, and scanned it at the woman from a distance.Not long after, the woman walked out of his sight and got into a car, and the machine in his hand beeped, and a vague ghost image appeared on the screen.

Using living people for testing is not allowed in all walks of life.This approach not only violates morality, but also violates the law and disrupts social order. However, lunatics don't pay so much attention to it. The lunatics only want the result, not the process.The man looked at the ghost on the screen, nodded in satisfaction, took out a pen and notebook from his pocket, and wrote a line crookedly.It was so cold outside that his hands were numb.Today's data collection is enough, he should leave.

Yu Qiuliang stood guard in front of the window, and saw the man in the woolen hat without any surprise.He picked up the little whistle his brother had left at home, took a deep breath, and blew out a sharp sound.Startled by the sound, the man turned his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Qiu Liang's sight.For some reason, he clearly wore a mask on his face, his true face was concealed, but he felt that he had nothing to hide under the other party's censoring eyes.

He hastily adjusted his mask and fled.

Yu Qiuliang wore glasses, which allowed him to see the man's eyes clearly.No matter how many times he did it, he would never admit that this strange man was the one who almost broke his neck.He squeezed the whistle tightly, looked back at Yu Xiasheng, but still didn't say anything.

With his back turned to him, Yu Xiasheng was pouring water over the dining table.The house is hot and dry, drinking cold water is actually okay, but Yu Xiasheng loves to drink hot water, the old ghost speaks plausibly, and Yu Qiuliang wants to keep in good health with him.

When he was still alive, Yu Qiuliang was too lazy to take care of his health, and after he died, he was even more lazy to take care of his health.If you are dead, how can you live?Eat so many nutritious things, do you want to grow vegetables on top of your head?Yu Qiuliang shrugged, threw the whistle away, and sneaked into the bedroom while Yu Xiasheng was not paying attention.

He had just seen his mother's car, and she was probably busy with work again.She is busy with work, and Yu Qiuliang is busy with school. No one's life is easy, and no one's life is easy.Yu Qiuliang put on his school uniform and suddenly found it funny: People are so tired and unhappy in life, since they are unhappy, why do they still live?

Can one ten-thousandth of happiness offset 99 pains?

In fact, human feelings are immeasurable.Whether it is one ten thousandth or nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, there will not be much difference between them in the hearts of those involved.Of course, if someone insists on using some self-created method to compare happiness and pain, he can get a result from the comparison, but the result obtained by this person is not the same as the result obtained by another person. It may be exactly the same, there are always subtle differences.

I didn't sleep at noon, and Yu Qiuliang was a little sleepy.He braced himself up and prepared to ring the class bell before falling asleep.During the period from the second year to the third year of high school, Yu Qiuliang formed a strange biological clock. As soon as the first class in the afternoon came, he wanted to sleep.It is afternoon reading time, the teacher in charge of the class did not enter the classroom, the head teacher standing in front of the podium, he specially picked this time to attack the students, no matter they were playing with mobile phones or sleeping, once they were caught, they would be punished to stand immediately.Yu Qiuliang had no choice but to endure it for the time being in order to sleep comfortably, he thought, making a big mistake for the sake of a moment of refreshment is really not worth the candle.

It was not easy until the class teacher left. As soon as he left, Yu Qiuliang suddenly fell forward, lying behind the trench made of books, sleeping in the dark, the sun and the moon were dark.He fell asleep and didn't like to wake up. The history teacher and political teacher came and went, and the English test started and ended, but he couldn't wake up; the English listening was played so loudly, but he couldn't wake him up.

It was the head teacher who really woke him up.Somehow, he was able to recognize the head teacher's footsteps accurately.Today's small evening self-study is the homeroom teacher's class, he just walked to the back door, Yu Qiuliang suddenly bounced off the table, startling Song Ciran next to him.He slept for too long, Song Ciran only regarded him as a dead person, unexpectedly the dead person came back to life suddenly, at the moment of resurrection, he knocked down a book on the table.

Song Ciran bent down, picked up the book, blew off a layer of dust on the book cover, and knocked Yu Qiuliang on the head with it: "When you wake up, you will make trouble in heaven, are you crazy?"

"You're making trouble in the Heavenly Palace." Yu Qiuliang grabbed the book angrily, and tug-of-war with Song Ciran, "You're making trouble in Gao Laozhuang."

The head teacher stepped onto the podium, and the whole class suddenly fell silent.Strange to say, when the other teachers were around, this group of students made noises whenever they wanted to, played when they wanted to play, and talked when they wanted to talk, as if the roof was going to be blown off. Silent as a mute.This is probably the inherent coercion of the head teacher.Yu Qiuliang can guarantee that if the head teacher is not the head teacher, but just a geography teacher, the current classroom must be in a different situation.

There are those who are afraid of the head teacher, and there are those who are not afraid of the head teacher.Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran sat in the last row, far away from the podium, covered by a large pile of books, the head teacher couldn't see them, so they were not afraid of anything, happily immersed in their own small world.Song Ciran hid behind the book stand and secretly took a sip of drink, then suddenly reached out and touched Yu Qiuliang's eyelids, exclaiming: "Hey! Your eye shadow is so beautiful!"

"You can donate your eyes if you don't need them." Yu Qiuliang said, "This is my dark circle, not eye shadow!"

Can recognize dark circles as eye shadow, Song Ciran is also the only heart in the world.He was careless, he said whatever he thought of, he was unrestrained, and he couldn't hold back his words. He didn't realize that Yu Qiuliang couldn't put eyeshadow on himself without makeup.

The heating in the classroom didn’t work very well, and the windows leaked air. Song Ciran’s brain and tongue were frozen together. He wrapped his padded clothes tightly, shivered for a while, and praised: “Then your dark circles are really special.”

It took Yu Qiuliang about 5 minutes to figure out that this guy was praising him, not being sarcastic.For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to this weird compliment, so he had to drink his saliva to cover up his embarrassment that he had nothing to say.

Fortunately, Song Ciran didn't feel any embarrassment. He rubbed his hands and winked at Yu Qiuliang: "We'll have geography class later, shall we origami airplanes?"

Going to the teacher's class, why fold a paper airplane?Yu Qiuliang thought he was going crazy again, but after a while, when the class teacher started to explain the paper, he glanced to the side, and was horrified to find that Song Ciran took out a large pack of colorful papers.The last time Yu Qiuliang saw this kind of paper was in junior high school. At that time, they still had art class and had to do handwork.

Looking at this posture, Song Ciran really wants to fold a class of paper.What does he do origami?Yu Qiuliang watched him for a long time, puzzled.Song Ciran concentrates on origami, as if he is cut off from the whole world, Yu Qiuliang looks at him after correcting the answer for a while, every time he looks at him, he is origami airplane.

If he folded a thousand paper cranes, made boats and wind chimes, Yu Qiuliang would still understand, after all, his little girlfriend likes these.But, who knows how to origami a plane to send a girl?Yu Qiuliang used his head as a guarantee. If Song Ciran gave these paper airplanes to that girl, the whole school would be famous the next day.If Song Ciran didn't become famous all over the world, Yu Qiuliang would take off his head and give Song Ciran a kick.

With an itchy heart, he beckoned Yu Qiuliang to find Song Ciran to inquire.After half a class, Yu Qiuliang couldn't hold back any longer, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you origami airplanes? Sending your girlfriend off?"

Song Ciran is not stupid, he is not that retarded.This plane was not given to his girlfriend. The reason why he stacked a lot of paper planes was because his childhood treasure was told by his father to throw it away as a waste product.Hearing his reason, Yu Qiuliang couldn't laugh or cry.Most of Yu Qiuliang's old things were thrown away by himself. He never imagined that there are still such nostalgic people in this world.

Things that have entrusted special feelings are always difficult to let go.Yu Qiuliang looked at the origami at the same table with his face propped up, and said, "I think the plane you folded now should look better than before."

"Actually, it's all the same. Origami, it's almost the same when you turn it out, what flowers can you turn out?" Song Ciran yawned, shook his head, lowered his head and continued to fold the plane.After he folded one, he threw one into the bag, and the colorful color blocks faintly peeked out from the plastic bag, which looked quite artistic at first glance.

The cheap colored paper they used when they were young was the kind that would break when touched with water, and the color would fade after being touched for a long time. Now the colored paper is different.Yu Qiuliang thought that new ones are generally better than old ones, except for antiques; the older the antiques, the more valuable they are, but no one regards a paper airplane that anyone can fold as an antique.Song Ciran cherished the paper airplanes he had stacked before as treasures, but if it was him, he would throw away all the old things before his father could do it.He probably makes a few new paper airplanes every once in a while and replaces the old ones with them.

Yu Qiuliang likes perfection, he doesn't allow old things to have defects, and he hates seeing wear and tear.He is not wasting, he is in this inexplicable place, with inexplicable paranoia.

In short, he has nothing to do and often goes crazy.

"I'm serious, if you see something flawed, don't you want to remake it?" Yu Qiuliang asked, "For example, if your paper airplane is destroyed, then you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "hiss", and a crack was torn out of the big red paper, like a big mouth, mercilessly mocking him.Song Ciran was speechless, he looked up at the head teacher, then looked away, looked up and down at the same table, rolled the waste paper into a ball, and threw it at Yu Qiuliang.If Yu Qiuliang had a crow's mouth, if he hadn't said that sentence, maybe this piece of paper wouldn't have broken.

Yu Qiuliang was stunned by the fact that the lethality of a casual sentence was so terrifying. He picked up the red ball of paper that had rolled to the ground, his face full of surprise that couldn't be concealed.

Song Ciran didn't really answer him, but he found the answer from the other party's actions.If the paper airplane is destroyed, there will never be another chance to stack it again, because, even if it happens again, the paper has already been torn and creases have been formed, and the remade thing cannot be so good.

Clay figurines and paper airplanes are also handmade, but one can be recreated and the other cannot.

Can people be recreated?

What kind of person will be recreated, and what will he look like after being recreated?

Yu Qiuliang patted his head.He felt that his thoughts were a little out of line, which was not the category he should consider.It's better for him to take his exams and study in a down-to-earth manner, and don't think so much about it.

"Beep beep—beep beep—" a strange sound came from outside the window, and Yu Qiuliang knew that it was Gu Jia's cell phone ringing.The senior sister didn't know what was going on recently, so she ran to their class every evening self-study, stared at him all night, and didn't let him play with his mobile phone.

Glance at your phone and pull out a hair.Yu Qiuliang touched the back of his head and felt that his hair was sparse.