Milky Way silent

I am Lin Yu.

Now in the second year of high school, I went back and forth and went back to Class [-].

It is my elder brother who runs through my future life.

Lin Yang.

My parents are not my parents, they are Lin Yang's parents.

But my brother is my brother, and Lin Yang is Lin Yu's brother.

I seldom mentioned my father, even less his punishment for me.

The last time he hit me was last year.

Two slaps.

A slap across the face, left cheek.

Another slap on the head.

Then he said "I tell you, you're a useless trumpet"

"If it weren't for the laws of this country, I would have kicked you out a long time ago."

"As soon as you arrive, you will get out by yourself."

After that, I completely became a useless trumpet.

Fortunately, my brother, Lin Yang is still with me.

I'm still his brother, no matter what.

Even if I am a useless trumpet, a useless salted fish.

Therefore, as long as it is given by him, as long as it is given by Lin Yang, I will accept both punishment and love.

No regrets.

Because he is Lin Yang and my brother.

If there is no stick and punishment, I think I would like this kind of life a little more.

I like my brother more.

Every time I see my own face in the mirror, every time I see my pair of hands that are different from Lin Yang's white and slender but fat, every time I write my name on the title page of the book.

I find it ironic.

All this is telling me that I am redundant and should not be there.

Let's not mention these for now.

I have been away from Su Qin's world for a year, or rather, Su Qin has been out of my world for a year.

From high school to high school, from nine subjects to liberal arts.

From sixteen to nineteen, to sixteen.

Too bad everyone is different.

However, the most important one is already far away from me.

I always believe that the total amount of all good luck and bad luck is constant, and I probably spent it all so good luck.

So, all that's left is bad luck.

Lin Yang has a lot of leisure time. At least every Sunday, he waits for me to go home and calculates the accounts for a week, watching my homework and studying.

By the way, I also signed up for an English cram school.

Regarding these, I have tried to resist, yes, I have tried, but before Lin Yang took out the stick, I was already persuaded.

For two weeks after school started, nothing happened. I changed to a new class.

Late, one hundred up and down squats.

The homework was not completed, and I squatted up and down a hundred times.

The homework was not handed in, and I squatted up and down a hundred times.

I didn't memorize the book, squatting up and down a hundred times.

It seems that there are no things that cannot be solved by squatting up and down a hundred times. If there are, then two hundred.

The reasons why I don't like him have nothing to do with this.

As mentioned in the three thought sections of our history compulsory course, the love of Confucianism and Confucius has a difference.

I don't want any of them.

What he likes is the kind of girl who doesn't get too good grades but who wants to be obedient.

I?Not at all.

Besides, I'm still a boy.

I am no longer the representative of the Chinese class.

Because their class, oh, our class.There are too many representatives of the Chinese class in our class, and there will be four with me.

I'm really not in the mood to mess around with a bunch of girls all day.

Moreover, the Chinese teacher has also changed, and it is a woman.

In his prime, he is good at messing around.

I don't dare to skin anymore every day, because no one is manipulating me anymore.

So he sits upright and earnestly learns to be a useless salted fish.

We have a trashy school here, why do we have to hold a school opening ceremony after a month of school?

Still going all the way to get people from the branch school?

I think, I will definitely remember this school for the rest of my life, and I remember that he demolished our second class in order to provide resources for the premium class in the first year of senior high school.

What he dismantled was a class, a collective.

It's my bear big with us.

But he didn't know, he just felt that the average score of mathematics and English in our class was poor.

I will remember this school dearly for the rest of my life.

Whether it is mediocrity or shocking in the future, I will remember him forever.

Regarding this matter, Lin Yang made many phone calls, and finally hugged me who was crying in a mess.

He said "Yuyu, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do"

I lost my temper at Lin Yang, curled up on the sofa, and kept crying.

Knocking off the hand he stretched out, crying to death.

I'm really sad, very sad, hugging the ipad, tightly circled into a ball_ipad's edges and corners poked me in pain.

Thinking about it later, I still feel more courageous.

Dare to fight Lin Yang to the death.

Of course, I felt that I was too desperate at that time.

So it doesn't matter anymore.

Lin Yang came out with a stick, such a thin bamboo stick.

"Yuyu, get up, let's go down to eat"

I ignored it and continued to cry.

As if the ipad in my arms is everything.

And Lin Yang knows that the stick is everything.

However, when Lin Yang's stick came down, I didn't even hide.

It hurts.

He played indiscriminately and with little strength, but he couldn't stand up to a large number.

On the back, on the forearms, on the hands, on the shoulders, there are lines of warm stunners everywhere.

Instead of hiding, I reached out instead.

Almost self-harm.

When I think about it later, I don't quite understand what I did at that time, but I think it should be.

I'm sorry, I'm really broken, it's better to kill me and treat it as redemption.I told myself this in my heart.

Then Lin Yang stopped.

He dropped the stick, reached out, and hugged me.

Very gentle, very light.

I trembled in pain and continued to cry.

"Yuyu, you might as well let yourself go, and I will let you go," he said.

Lin Yang said, I might as well let myself go, and he let me go too.

But I can't, I'm really sad.

it is true.

Lin Yang didn't do anything anymore, and I didn't cry anymore.

We went downstairs quietly for lunch, and when I came back, I went to my room to write Chinese.

I remember that the reason why I got the first place in the Chinese language test in the first monthly test of the first year of high school was because I finished writing two Chinese exercise books that I looked down upon the most during the summer vacation.

The connection of the initial rise.

Because at that time, I always felt that I was born good at Chinese, and that without much effort, I could surpass others by a large margin and achieve results that others could not achieve after a long time of hard work.

I can tell the turning point that others will never be able to tell at a glance. I can translate classical Chinese vocabulary without learning it, and they are all correct.

Later I remembered that I had no TV, no computer and mobile phone in my childhood, and all my time before the age of 11 was given to books and literature.

Therefore, I suddenly knew at that moment that giving would pay off.

No matter how far and how long, there will be.

And now, I really want a return.

That's what happened afterward.

This is how I started school with my heart and soul in mind.

nothing left.

No way, I still inserted everything in Sixteen.

However, when I encountered anything about Nineteen in Sixteen, it would make me sad for a long time.

I remember coming back from the rain one night, I never had the habit of bringing an umbrella, and walked home alone with a book in my arms.

When I walked out of the teaching building, I ran into my history teacher from last semester. He was a very good teacher.

One of the highest comments I ever received was from her, she said I had a great personality.

I still remember the diary I wrote that night, in the last semester, or in the summer.

"Today is May 2018th, 5, the May 4th Youth Day. The college entrance examination is [-] days away. The school has a speech for senior three.

Received a gift from someone I like, and a big laugh.

Fortunately, I heard a speech from Teacher Yu Yun.Fortunately, I received a compliment from my history teacher.

Very nice day”

Then we walked to the playground together, which was a badminton court.

The school bus stopped there, she held an umbrella for me, and we walked together for a while.

In fact, she is much shorter than me, but she still holds an umbrella.

I thought about taking the umbrella over, but felt impolite and embarrassed, so we left like this.

It rained for a long time.

He also said some random words.

Just ask which class I was assigned to, and then others.

Later, when I walked on the bridge when I went home, I felt so warm with the lights on.

With such a teacher, even though we have only been together for half a year, we feel very lucky.

There were two Chinese lessons that morning, the second and fourth.

The Chinese teacher teaches our class and the 15th class next door.

After the third class, I happened to go to the next door to help my friend borrow books. The cutie from class [-] told me that their last class was Chinese taught by Xiong Da.