I fell in love with my nemesis after rebirth

Fu Yiwen's father is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his face is radiant. The years have accumulated on him, making him look more attractive.

He talked eloquently, and his appropriate humor made the table full of laughter. He didn't look like a customer, but like a friend visiting.

"My son? My son is not good. My mother and I don't bother to care about him. We just let him learn a little about everything. He likes to mess around. This kid is also lucky. He gets good grades every time. He can Come back with a trophy."

The humble words, but the expression is full of pride, it can be seen that he is satisfied with Fu Yiwen.

Sheng Xuehe's parents smiled awkwardly. They used to talk to others, and they could always use Sheng Xuehe as a way to show off. They have an excellent son, who ranks in the front row with excellent grades, and is "other people's children".

Now there are even better people who can easily overshadow all the brilliance of their son.

Equestrian, racing, skiing, shooting, rugby, golf...Fu Yiwen has won awards in many events. They feel ashamed of themselves and cast their angry eyes on their son.

They praised Fu Yiwen, and Fu Yiwen responded politely.

They let the two communicate more in the future, whether it is academically or in life.As soon as Fu Yiwen and his son left, they changed their faces.

"At the same age, why are they so good, what about you? Besides good grades, do you have anything else to offer?"

"The key is that their academic performance is better than yours!"

Sheng Xuehe said calmly: "Didn't you withdraw from those interest classes?"

"You won't study if we quit? You can't study by yourself?"

"For the events he learns, he invests at least [-] yuan a year for each item. Participating in the competition requires a registration fee, and maintenance and replacement of protective gear are also an expense." Sheng Xuehe asked them, "His parents have this condition to provide him with resources and funds. Let him have no worries, can you?"

Sheng Xuehe failed the high school entrance examination, but he had the opportunity to go to a key high school, because his parents were not willing to spend the money.He is not a saint. Whenever he is targeted by Xue Wu, he always wonders if his parents gave him the money, would the result be different.

Will his high school life be a little more exciting.

The two of them didn't expect Sheng Xuehe to talk back, and they often said that about Sheng Xuehe in the past, but Sheng Xuehe remained silent.So he immediately scolded: "This is the attitude you should talk to your parents? What do you mean, resenting us for having no money? What's the use of going to school with your attitude? It's better to drop out of school directly, than we raise ungrateful children. White-eyed wolf."

"Okay."

Sheng Xuehe said: "I listen to you."

Under their surprised eyes, Sheng Xuehe called the head teacher and said that he would drop out of school.Surprised that the parents came to snatch the phone, and explained with a smile: "The child is under too much pressure, it's just a joke, it's just a joke."

They looked at Sheng Xuehe reproachfully: "Why do you take it so easily?"

"Are you kidding me?" Sheng Xuehe laughed, "I will take anything you say seriously."

"Stop kidding me."

How can a child hate his parents, how dare he hate his parents.

He came into the world because of the gift of his parents, and they provided all his food and clothing. Without them, he would not be able to survive and would be displaced.

The relationship between parents and children is extremely unbalanced. Parents don't care whether their children love them or not. They can decide their children's fate with a word.

He is afraid of being displaced, afraid of being alone, afraid of being abandoned, he spares no effort to meet their requirements, longing for a little love, but they are stingy with giving this little love.

Only the grades, the full marks on the test papers, and the certificates of merit can make them happy for a moment.But he always thought he would be praised and rewarded, like other children.

But what he got was, "Keep working hard next time, don't think you are great. There are many people who are better than you. Your grades are mediocre, and you are nothing."

A few words wiped out all his efforts, his smile froze on his face, and then he said cautiously: "Mom, will I be rewarded?"

Their faces changed, and they questioned his recent social contacts and asked who he had learned from.Later, his only friend disappeared, and he dared not mention the reward again.

It soon became clear to him that the other peers were the children of his parents, and he was just a financial product of his parents.Since it is financial management, it is natural not to care about the quality, and the income is the top priority.

When the K-line slips, they will yell, get angry, and vent. When the K line rises, they are complacent and self-satisfied, thinking that they are far-sighted and they deserve such achievements.

He quickly found his own position. His parents hoped that he would be mature and stable, and be better than anyone else. It would be the most successful stock in their hands to become their capital to show off their education.

He also did a good job, in fact, there is nothing difficult, as long as you bring in the corresponding roles, don't regard them as your own parents, but regard them as the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and there is nothing sad about it.

The appearance of Fu Yiwen made them jump. They used to be able to show off to their heart's content, but the sons of those rich wives were not as good as him.But Fu Yiwen's parents were not. Fu Yiwen's parents were rich, well-educated, and their children were first-class and outstanding.

The fantasy that had supported them for more than ten years was finally broken. They thought they were very successful people, but compared to each other, they were nothing.

His parents finally calmed down for a while. After the usual evening self-study, the dormitory students went to the cafeteria to buy a late-night snack. Sheng Xuehe was about to go home. When he passed the basketball court, he saw a basketball lying on the ground alone.

There was no one around, so he walked up, picked up the basketball, and wanted to try to shoot.

Missed, as expected.

He's not good at any sport, to put it bluntly, he's not good at anything except his studies.

Sheng Xuehe wanted to try again, but a voice suddenly came from behind: "The posture is wrong."

The ball fell from his hand, Sheng Xuehe turned his head and wanted to leave, the shadow fell to his side, picked up the basketball bouncing in the dim light.

"Scared you?"

"……No."

They stopped together, and Fu Yiwen smiled friendly with him: "You have a good sense of pitch."

"What?" Sheng Xuehe was stunned.

"I saw a piece of draft paper in your room with a score written on it. I have learned a little music, and your sense of pitch is very good."

"..."

"I saw it by accident. I didn't touch your things. Sorry if you mind."

Sheng Xuehe said: "No, I don't mind." It was just a little unexpected that Fu Yiwen would care about these things.

When he has nothing to do, or when he is in a bad mood, he will write notes on the draft paper as he likes, all of which are self-taught, without rules, let alone orthodox, more amateur than amateur.

As the best host, Fu Yiwen has learned a lot of knowledge in different worlds, and he is an expert in many aspects.

"Want to play basketball?"

"I do not know."

Fu Yiwen smiled: "It's okay, I can teach you."

He should have said no.

The warm light in the basketball court shone on Fu Yiwen's face, making his eyebrows and eyes particularly deep, and the eyes were gentle and full, like spring water on a spring night.

Sheng Xuehe agreed.

But Sheng Xuehe never made a shot. His movements were clumsy, and his repeated failures made him lose face and wanted to give up, but Fu Yiwen's patient guidance made him unable to say the words of giving up.

Why can Fu Yiwen hit the target easily, but he can't?

Sheng Xuehe was not happy.

Qing Juan's brows and eyes were full of tangles, and his overly slender face was full of dissatisfaction. Fu Yiwen had never seen him like this before, so he couldn't help but chuckle.

Sheng Xuehe thought it was a mockery, and turned to leave, but Fu Yiwen hurriedly grabbed his arm.

The two were stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. Fu Yiwen told him: "Next time you will make a shot, I promise."

Perhaps Fu Yiwen's overly sure tone convinced him, Sheng Xuehe tried to dribble again, his posture must be very stupid, like a fool, because Fu Yiwen's direct eyes kept falling on him, so he couldn't ignore it.

He was about to throw the ball, clasping his waist with both hands, he soared into the air, his pupils shrank suddenly and he lowered his head.

Fu Yiwen was also looking at him and smiling at him, indicating that it was time for him to throw the ball.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he threw the ball into the basket. The dull sound of bouncing after the basketball hit the ground continued, but another more rapid and more intense beating sound sounded in his body.

Tonight, the moon and stars were scarce, and the laughter of teenagers could be faintly heard in the distance. Fu Yiwen walked slowly in front of him in the dim streetlights.

The moonlight and warm light hit Fu Yiwen's face at the same time. He looked up, and Fu Yiwen also looked down at him: "I said, next time you will definitely hit the shot."

The system sensed that something was wrong with Fu Yiwen, so he began to collect photos of Sheng Xuehe, approaching him proactively, with a gentle attitude, like a friend.

【You didn't care too much about the protagonist before.You let yourself play, you never teach the other party, let alone please the other party...]

"You think I'm flattering him?"

【Is not it? 】

Fu Yiwen laughed, "That's right."

"I'm flattering him."

【…】

[You are breaking the rules and will be punished. You'd better give a reasonable explanation. 】

"I want to use a different way to cultivate the protagonist." Fu Yiwen closed his eyes and rested. He was a little tired recently. "Before you let me play freely and encourage the protagonist to grow by constantly pressing the protagonist. But I found that I am indeed better than him. 'Excellent', but that doesn't bother him at all. Don't you notice? He doesn't even look me in the eye."

"He doesn't care whether I'm better than him at all. He has a clear plan for himself and knows what he wants."

"He's mentally strong."

On the other side, Sheng Xuehe is asked by his parents every day to defeat Fu Yiwen, to trample Fu Yiwen under his feet, as if the meaning of his existence is to become No.1.

He had to listen to what his parents said and put him and Fu Yiwen in two opposing camps.

This is a big class break. The head teacher will go to the class to encourage the students according to the usual practice: "Don't beware of the students in the same class studying secretly. It is not shameful to study secretly. It means that you regard the students around you as They are competitors. But our competitors are our peers from across the province, not our classmates. We are comrades-in-arms, partners who make progress together and move towards a bright future together.”

"What you have to do is not to guard against each other, but to support each other, make progress hand in hand, and achieve your ideal goals. Instead of staring at each other's rankings."

In Chen Mian's words, Sheng Xuehe woke up suddenly, looked around, saw the familiar classroom venue, but his face was so pale that it was scary.

He had a dream.

The moment he turned his head, he happened to meet someone's eyes, and it was Fu Yiwen who appeared in his dream.

Sheng Xuehe pursed his lips, his face became more and more ugly, and he turned his head away.

"What's up with him?"

【What can he do, he just hates you.This is the first time you have surpassed him in the exam rankings. The students, especially Xue Wu, are going crazy, saying that he deserves it. 】

Some time ago, the school took single-inch photos uniformly. When the single-inch photos were distributed, Fu Yiwen's photos disappeared.The school committee said that it might have fallen on the way and was going back to look for it.

Sheng Xuehe happened to be on that section of the road. After picking up this photo, he inexplicably thought of that dream, and his fingertips felt a little hot.

He did a disgraceful act.

When this photo was returned to Fu Yiwen, a corner was missing, obviously it had been cropped.

"Why is there one missing?"

"I don't know, it was like this when I picked it up."

Sheng Xuehe was not good at lying, so he could only cover up his guilt with an indifferent expression, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Fu Yiwen: "No, thank you monitor."

Someone said to Fu Yiwen: "It can't be that he has a crush on you and secretly cut you off?"

"Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that it happened to be picked up by him, and one of them happened to be missing."

Fu Yiwen: "Squad leader is not such a person."

Sheng Xuehe was writing a test paper, the tip of his pen scratched the paper, he was in a daze, how could he be so dirty, and left a photo of Fu Yiwen in this way, what is the difference between him and a thief?

No one would know, he told himself.

Sheng Xuehe found many reasons for himself. He would pay back Fu Yiwen's money. Fu Yiwen's birthday was coming soon, so he would buy a very expensive gift to compensate him. He would not let Fu Yiwen suffer a loss by buying this one-inch photo.

He comforted himself feebly again, it was just one photo, Fu Yiwen had many, but he only had one.

Thinking about it, even he himself felt sad, no matter how many reasons he could find, it was nothing more than eight words——

He doesn't want to pay it back.

He wants to stay.

As a celebrity in high school, Fu Yiwen's birthday was a big event. As early as a month before his birthday, there were people discussing what to give him.

Fu Yiwen didn't accept any of these gifts, and returned them one by one. The only one that didn't have a signature, Fu Yiwen had no way to return it, and was even more embarrassed to throw it away, so he kept it on the table waiting for someone to claim it.

This is a small robot, not very attractive in appearance, but powerful in function and expensive in price, which cannot be afforded by ordinary high school students.

Some people say that this robot is really ugly, and the person who gave the gift has really bad eyesight.Fu Yiwen said, "Will you? It's cute."

Sheng Xuehe who was by the window twitched his ears slightly, and his eyelashes trembled unnaturally.

On Fu Yiwen's birthday, he invited his classmates to a dinner party, but Sheng Xuehe rejected him, saying that he had an appointment with a friend.Fu Yiwen was stunned, looking very disappointed: "Okay."

Where is Sheng Xuehe's friend? He just doesn't want to spoil other people's interest by going to the party.He can't speak, he's not good at socializing, and he always makes the lively atmosphere very awkward.

"Did you send that robot?"

Although Fu Yiwen didn't specify, Sheng Xuehe became vigilant: "It's not me."

"Why do you think I sent it?"

Fu Yiwen explained: "Because the whole class..."

"It's just that I didn't give you a gift, so I gave it to you?" Sheng Xuehe said calmly, "Not everyone wants to give you a birthday present."

Fu Yiwen was silent, and said, "That's right." Their relationship was not so good.

The regret of being late made Sheng Xuehe feel bored, sometimes he really hated himself like this, why he always said inappropriate words, why he always made the atmosphere difficult to end.Fu Yiwen just asked him why he was so mean.

Fu Yiwen must really hate himself.

"If you sent it, I want to tell you that I like it very much. Since it is not, there is no need for it."

Fu Yiwen smiled at him: "Goodbye."

Sheng Xuehe didn't go home right away, but went to the hospital. Seeing that there was less fruit in the ward, he went downstairs to buy some fruit.

When he came back, he saw that the schoolbag had been opened, and there was a stack of money on the table.

When grandma saw him, she panicked and explained: "I wanted to put money in it, I didn't mean to peek."

Sheng Xuehe knew, he put the money away in a drawer, and grandma asked cautiously, "Do you have someone you like?"

There is a photo in Sheng Xuehe's wallet, hidden in the innermost part, covered with wrinkles, apparently often taken out to look at it.

"No."

"Is it a boy?"

Sheng Xuehe was surprised, and grandma smiled: "It's okay, grandma is very open. And he looks very handsome, and you made money."

He smiled bitterly: "Yes, I earned it."

"But Zhenzhen is also excellent, and he also earned money."

Sheng Xuehe didn't know what to say, Fu Yiwen was really good, so good that he didn't dare to admit his feelings, as if such liking was a kind of tarnish to Fu Yiwen.

On New Year's Eve, he heard his parents arguing before he even entered the door.

Sheng Xuehe was already familiar with this way of life, and walked through the living room expressionlessly, pretending not to see this farce.It was also his indifferent attitude that made the husband and wife feel dissatisfied. They forgot to continue the quarrel for a while, but focused their firepower on their son.

Words are nothing more than a few sentences.

"Why are other people's children so sensible, but your son is so cold-blooded?"

"It's not your son, it's none of my business."

"That's also inherited from your despicable and disgusting genes. There is no good thing in your family."

"If I had known that such a thing would be born, it would be better not to be born."

Sheng Xuehe tried his best to restrain himself, and when he heard the last sentence, the depression that was still suppressed in his heart finally broke out.

Recently, he has been under a lot of academic pressure, and he can't breathe just by breathing. His world is a gloomy haze.

He stopped suddenly, threw the things at his hand all over the ground, and threw them hard at the husband and wife beside the tea table.

These two familiar faces went from disgust, to surprise, to disbelief, and finally back to disgust. It was extremely wonderful, just like changing faces in Peking opera.

The father, with a dark face, tried to grab Sheng Xuehe's arm, but was slammed away. An adult was frightened by the minor and did not dare to move forward, so he could only look at his wife for help.

The wives stepped forward together, one pressed Sheng Xuehe's back and hands, and the other grabbed Sheng Xuehe's head, and ended everything violently.

No, it's not over yet, and Sheng Xuehe's brute force erupted out of nowhere. It's hard to imagine that a minor has such a strong explosive force.

His scalp was almost torn off, and he forcefully broke free. When the husband and wife were pushed to the ground and looked at each other in horror, Sheng Xuehe had already returned to the room and locked the door.

The moment the door was locked, he collapsed on the ground, leaning his back against the door, lifted his legs, his arms covered with bruises wrapped around his calves, and wept unceasingly.

But he didn't dare to cry out, he could only suppress all the surging emotions in his throat and swallow them into his stomach.

He is afraid, he is helpless, he is desperate.

His parents were the type to curse at each other, and such farces often happened since he was a child. He thought he had gotten used to it long ago, but he found that there were some things that he could never get used to.

Sheng Xuehe wiped away his tears, and took out the guitar that he had hidden for a long time from under the bed—this was a secret he bought secretly, and he dared not be discovered.

When he was about to jump out of the window and leave, there was a sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole on the door.It was too late for him to put away the guitar. He met his parents' disappointed eyes, tightened his grip on the guitar, and then gradually slipped down, as if some kind of powerless surrender.

His parents attributed Sheng Xuehe's violent behavior to rebellion, and the rebellion came from this guitar, and the reason for the decline in grades was also found.

They asked Sheng Xuehe to take care of the guitar, but he refused.

"You have to protect this thing, don't you? Don't think that you are so powerful just because you won an award. Do you understand how fierce the competition is now? I work hard with your mother every day, and we are making a living. You Reading and studying every day, how relaxed and comfortable, enjoying happiness at school every day. Why do you still touch these messes?"

"I don't miss Big T."

"what?"

"I don't want to participate in the competition. I don't like the recommended major. I don't want this place anymore."

"I think you're really fucking crazy! Do you want to die? If you want to die, tell me earlier, so we can spare you the trouble."

Suddenly, his father sneered: "Tell me what you want to learn."

"Music." Sheng Xuehe said, I want to learn music. "

As expected by Sheng Xuehe's ridicule and belittling: "Just you?"

A sense of powerlessness swept over Sheng Xuehe's body, he wanted to leave here, to leave this place where even breathing felt suffocating.

"If you dare to step out of this house, don't come back." He also said, "Grandma is dying."

Sheng Xuehe stopped in his tracks, clenched his fists, his eye circles turned red in an instant, and tears rolled in his eyes.After a long time of patience, he said softly: "I want to see grandma,"

"Get rid of this thing."

"it is good."

They said, "Good boy."

He always likes to avoid things that he doesn’t want to face in an evasive way. For example, when he was a child, when his parents quarreled and even started to fight, he silently drew in the corner. Soon he found that he could not calm down in painting Hearing the hysterical words in his ears would only make him want to smash the sketch paper with a paintbrush.

Noise is blocked only when listening to music with headphones on.

Sheng Xuehe carried the guitar far, far away, and there was a blizzard outside, but he forgot to put on his coat.

Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, all rushing home to reunite with their relatives and welcome the beautiful 2022 together.In the world of ice and snow, he is like a lonely retrograde in the flying snow, abandoned by the world, homeless, with nowhere to go.

When he arrived at the abandoned depot, the surrounding area was barren, and there was very little snow on the ground.

He sat down numbly and stared aimlessly for a long time.Thoughts diverged and became muddy, for a long time, a faint sobbing sound rose in the silent snowy sky.

It was like boiling water poured into ice cubes, because the ice cubes couldn't bear a certain heat, white steam suddenly floated up.

While crying, he hugged the guitar in his hand, fiddled with meaningless notes, and sang out of tune with his trembling voice, overflowing with sporadic and trembling English words.

The sound was intermittent, like broken glass exhibits, spreading in all directions uncontrollably.

He felt the endless cold, his fingers were unbearably stiff, and the snowstorm outside was getting worse. He took out his mobile phone, but did not receive any news.

After a while, his phone vibrated.

This is the default blessing from all major software. It is the new year of 2022, at 00:00, no one sends him any blessing messages, and no one wishes him a happy new year.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he was not so cold all of a sudden.

At the same time, his cell phone rang again, and he received a message, a blessing from a living person.

Happy 2022.

From his "rival", Fu Yiwen.

The surrounding temperature became more and more weird, it was too warm, not warm like a winter night, he couldn't help but go out to check the situation, but found a cardboard box.

Inside is not only a down jacket, but also a lily-of-the-valley that has just bloomed.

He was stunned for a long time, this scene was too weird, such a thing happened out of thin air in the dead of night in the suburbs, it could definitely be called a supernatural event.

He carefully took out the lily-of-the-valleys and brought them into the warm room, where the inside and the outside are like two worlds.

The chill outside is as cold as freezing your soul and thoughts into ice cubes; the interior is as warm as spring, as comfortable as crawling into bed.

Finally, he planted the lily-of-the-valley in the soil in the corner.

Fu Yiwen received a notification from the system, and the system told him that the plot had been greatly advanced. For the protagonist, it was enough to remember his lifelong growth.

He wanted to ask specific questions, but felt it was unnecessary.

Based on his many years of experience, it is really simple to create a protagonist.Take away everything from him, give him hope, shatter it, and force him to grow up in adversity.That's what this system is about.

Every protagonist has to go through endless pain and baptism in order to truly become a strong-willed person and an existence far beyond ordinary people.

Sometimes he wonders why the protagonist must go through all kinds of hardships to truly become the protagonist?In other words, only those who can endure what ordinary people cannot tolerate are the protagonists.If so, did the tribulation make the protagonist, or did the protagonist overcome the difficulty?

He didn't listen to the system's warning and came here without authorization.

The system keeps reminding him that he shouldn't appear here. This moment is the turning point of the protagonist's state of mind. Only by overcoming it by himself can he truly transform into the protagonist.

He was tired of hearing such words.

The system knows that Fu Yiwen has brought many protagonists, and there are many examples of typical protagonists under his command, which were publicly praised by the main god and circulated among colleagues as examples.Fu Yiwen knew better than anyone else that he shouldn't be here at this moment, let alone show love to him.

However, when Fu Yiwen listened to Sheng Xuehe's chanting mixed with sobbing, obviously his emotions had collapsed beyond words, he stubbornly played the guitar, even though the notes he dialed out were fragmented and couldn't be connected, and the wind and snow outside were violent, hitting the weak windows of the car factory, Let it crumble, as if it might fall and collapse at any moment.

This place is very dangerous, just like Sheng Xuehe's mood is dangerous at the moment, he and the bad snowstorm are like jugglers walking on a wire rope, a little carelessness can lead to catastrophe.

Sheng Xuehe suddenly plunged headlong between his legs, as if in terrible pain, his intermittent sobbing was suppressed very low.

This was the first time Fu Yiwen heard him cry.

Fu Yiwen chose to use his authority, risking being punished, even though the alarm sounded in his head, he turned a deaf ear to it.

Gu Zi adjusted the temperature to a suitable level, and at the same time left a cardboard box at the door, which contained a thicker down jacket.

After doing all this, he should go to the system to accept the punishment. However, before he left, he saw Sheng Xuehe's face was full of tears, unreasonably irritable and restless, and some uncontrollable emotions surged up, making him want to blame others. More is to blame yourself.

He decided to do one more thing, he would be punished anyway, more punishment for a while, less punishment for a while, it doesn't make any difference.

It was another test. Sheng Xuehe had promised his grandmother that he would get full marks in the test paper. This time he did achieve unexpected results. He scored full marks in all science subjects, and even got full marks for his extraordinary performance in Chinese composition.

It is a miracle that this ordinary middle school has become the first in the whole province.

But Sheng Xuehe couldn't feel happiness, he just felt numb. People who didn't like him before wouldn't change because of his good grades.

When he got home, he asked his parents, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The day of Sheng Xuehe's exam was the day when his grandmother was cremated, but he didn't know it, and he didn't even see his grandmother for the last time.

His parents were very surprised: "Is it useful to tell you? And she asked for it, and I don't want you to see her go. What are you insisting on? Now you have to focus on your studies. I heard from your teacher, you This competition..."

Sheng Xuehe hugged his head and knelt down in pain: "I beg you, please forgive me."

His parents watched him for a moment, choosing to let him calm down for a while.

He was in the corner of the room, breathing in pain, looking out the window, his consciousness was lax and shaking.

On the day of the Spring Festival, family dinner.

Women and children can only eat at the small table in the kitchen. Sheng Xuehe is an adult and sits outside with his father.

The father brags about him and tells them he's just like that, and if their kids have academic problems, they can ask him, whatever.

But they said he was not masculine, and his personality was not masculine, and men should be more masculine.

So they forced him to drink, and when he drank, he felt sick, and a bunch of people laughed at him.His father felt ashamed of him and asked him to go back to the small table.

"Brother, you are amazing." A little girl looked at him adoringly, "Number one in the province!"

Sheng Xuehe smiled and patted her head: "You will be better than me in the future."

"Really? My father doesn't care about my studies. He said it's good for a girl to get married, and her grades are useless." She said distressedly, "My brother's grades are poor, and my parents are very worried."

Sheng Xuehe: "Don't listen to them. Girls should study hard."

Only by learning can you escape from here and everything.

She looked at Sheng Xuehe and nodded: "Yes! Brother, I will study hard, and I will try to go to the same school as you in the future."

Later, when she thought about Sheng Xuehe's grades, she was very distressed: "Ah...it's so difficult. But I will work hard."

"I believe in you, you can do it." Sheng Xuehe smiled.

The smell of alcohol made him feel sick, and when he was about to go upstairs to rest, his mother accused him of being rude.He didn't speak, his grandma was gone, and he didn't want to care about anyone.

Lying in bed, the house is not well soundproofed, and the men laughing out loud makes him uncomfortable.

Sore eyes, nausea, nausea, abdominal cramps.

The fireworks are going off outside, and the children's laughter is very lively.

The card game started downstairs, and the women were playing mahjong to talk about their daily life. He looked at the ceiling, trying to sleep but couldn't.

He took out his mobile phone, at 23:40, he didn't know what he was doing, so he took out his mobile phone, opened a person's conversation box, and kept looking at it.

After watching it for more than ten minutes, I typed "Happy New Year" with difficulty, and accidentally sent it at 23:59.

He regretted it and wanted to withdraw, but was waiting again.

The other party didn't reply right away, and he wanted to withdraw it. He felt ridiculed and ashamed, and they didn't know each other at all.

And when he entered "Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person", the other party also sent "Happy New Year".

The time is exactly 00:00.

For a moment, tears inexplicably filled his eyes, he clenched his phone tightly and smiled inexplicably.He kept laughing, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

He couldn't wipe away his tears, so he let them flow.

The other party asked again: [What are you doing? ]

Sheng Xuehe: [Didn't do anything. ]

He added: [It's so noisy outside. ]

Fu Yiwen: [Fireworks? ]

Sheng Xuehe: [Yes. ]

[want to see. ] Fu Yiwen said, [I ban fireworks here. ]

Fu Yiwen's family is in the city center, so fireworks are not allowed, but the countryside where he lives is more relaxed.He wanted to say, wouldn't it be nice not to set off fireworks?Quiet at least.

But I felt it was inappropriate, this sentence was too lacking in EQ, so I deleted it one by one.

Fu Yiwen waited for a long time but did not get Sheng Xuehe's answer. The other party was always "inputting...", but there was no message to convey. It seemed that answering him was very difficult.

Looking at the night scene outside, the neon building is bright and bright, and it is endlessly gorgeous.Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and the other party sent a video.

Sheng Xuehe's voice was a little low, as if he was embarrassed, with a bit of restraint, his clear and pleasant voice traveled through the space and fell into his ears across the cold electronic products.

"Then I'll record it for you."

Sheng Xuehe actually doesn't like fireworks, he hates anything that is very noisy, many people say that fireworks are beautiful, but he thinks they are mediocre, nothing more than mediocre.

His heartbeat was fast and his voice was loud. He was afraid that it would be recorded, so he recorded it many times, listened to it many times, and sent it out after confirming that there were no mistakes.

Fortunately, he thought, there was enough noise outside to cover his heartbeat.

This is also the first time he likes fireworks.

Fu Yiwen didn't reply, he waited like an idiot, sitting by the window, he waited until the fireworks were over, and stretched out his hand to close the curtain.

After returning to the bed, Fu Yiwen asked him: [Should the fireworks be over? ]

Sheng Xuehe: [Just finished. ]

The phone was vibrating, and it was also a video, but it was a video call from the other party. Sheng Xuehe sat up from the bed in an instant, straightened his hair, and nervously pressed the answer button.

Fu Yiwen pointed the camera at the window, which was the beautiful scenery in the center of the city: "I can't return you a firework, because I don't have one."

Switching the camera to the front, he looks casual in home clothes, not as clear as before, black hair falls casually on his forehead, and his facial features are handsome and deep.

With his youthful look gone, he has a straight face and looks like an adult man's charm, making it impossible to avert his eyes.

Fu Yiwen suddenly shouted: "Sheng Xuehe."

Sheng Xuehe was inexplicably nervous: "What's wrong?"

"After thinking about it carefully, the text version of blessings is still not sincere enough. But I can't send blessings in person, so, Sheng Xuehe—"

The focused eyes fell on him as if across the screen, Fu Yiwen's thin lips moved slightly, with a faint smile on his face, he heard Fu Yiwen talking.

"Happy New Year."

The author has something to say: It feels like this part is almost over.

I think most of the readers who read the article are still young, maybe you will think that I am nosy, but I still have to say, I apologize first. :)

Don't believe what anyone says, reading is useless.

Reading is very useful, and it is also the most cost-effective way to shape yourself.Girls must study more, and don't believe in any "study is useless", which is harmful.

感谢在2022-02-1120:56:59~2022-02-1201:35:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to Xiaotian who irrigated the nutrient solution