Private school two or three things

"You're the only one coming back..." The man above had a low and hoarse voice, which seemed to be an inadvertent murmur, but firmly held the people below under pressure.

"Subordinates, subordinates are incompetent..." The people below trembled.

"The other party is Yoshida Matsuyo, so it's reasonable to miss, don't you think?"

"...Huh?" The person below raised his head in surprise, then lowered his head suddenly as if realizing something, "Master Mingjian..."

"Okay, okay, I won't pursue it this time." The man in the upper position waved his hand and walked down the seat unsteadily, waving his hand in the void, as if stroking a lover's face.

When he came back to his senses, the man slowly retracted a cold sword in his hand.

The person at the foot opened a pair of confused eyes and was not breathing.

"Leader." A ghostly figure appeared next to the man. Judging from the voice, it seemed that he was still very young.

"...Hazy?" The man smiled lowly, "Don't worry, it's not your turn to act this time."

"Do you want to go in person?" Obscure asked blankly.

"Are you worried?" The man turned his head.

"...No, I just care a little bit."

"Heh... don't worry, Yoshida Shoyang can't run away... That stupid man has already put shackles on himself, so I don't need to do it."

"Yes."

"But maybe those few students of his can be left for you to play with. Hey..." The man rubbed his chin, smiled grimly, and disappeared in a flash.

Oboro stood there motionless, Gujing Wubo's eyes stared at something, as if his soul had come out of his body.Until finally a voice came: "Hao, where are the donuts you promised to buy me?"

Turning around, she sighed faintly: "Mu, can you wipe off the cream on the corner of your mouth before asking me?"

Who said fairy tales are beautiful?

Didn't you see the queen kill the hunter?Didn't you see the stepmother cut off her daughter's feet?Didn't you see the mermaid turned into foam, and Peter Pan was the last man guarding Neverland?Didn't see the witch in the candy house smiling, and the corpses in Bluebeard's small room?

Who can pat his chest and say that life will always be as good as before.

Not wigs, not purple hair, not curly hair, not even Songyang.

But why do we still like to read fairy tales?

Isn't it because of the light and hope in that?So no matter how lonely and desperate, you can still move forward with your hands and feet, so no matter how painful or tired you have to tear your throat in the dark, you have to fight with the sky.

Those dazzling sadness, anger, and pain will not be the end.

All the bad and unhappy will not be the end.

Those who can mark the two words [End] must be happy and complete.

………………

Curly put his nose-picking little finger under his eyes for a look, puffed up his mouth and blew, his dead fish eyes glanced at Hei Changzhi on the opposite side: "So what? What do you want to explain with such a long paragraph?"

The wig was red and swollen, and the eyes were miserable, so he almost threw himself on it and cried loudly: "So this book must not be finished! The author must not have finished it yet! Yinshi, let's press the manuscript together!"

Si Yuyan ignored the "Andersen's Fairy Tales" in the wig's hand, and secretly beat the editor of the book in his heart.Why did Mao put the mermaid story last?Isn't this just looking for trouble?

Curly lay down directly and supported his head with his hands, his left foot curled up and scratched his right foot, with a decadent look of a retired old man: "The author died hundreds of years ago, forget about it, you brainless idiot. "

The wig with no brains was unmoved, tugging at the sleeves of the curly hair.Curly furiously looked up at Zimao, who was sitting peacefully in the front of the classroom, and waved his hand: "Hurry up and find Jinzhu with the wig! He must know the end of the story with his scheming and slick tongue."

"It's not the wig, it's Gui." The wig nodded, "It makes sense, I didn't expect you to be useful in Yinshi."

Curly wiped his nose [beep——] on the wig and clothes: "Is this a word of thanks? Is it itchy because I didn't make you kneel and kowtow?!"

The itchy wig ignored the curly hair, and Shi Shi ran to find Zimao.

then……

He was kicked out of the classroom.

Meatball testifies.

He really owed it to himself.

So he took the book and rolled to find the teacher.

Songyang drank tea in the dormitory as usual.It was not time for the afternoon class, and he closed his eyes to feel the thick and heavy taste of the end of summer.

The wig pushed the door open, handed over the book with a bitter face and asked the teacher, is there really no second part of the story?

Songyang smiled: "Of course there are."

The wig eyes sparkled: "Really? What kind of ending?"

"Everyone thinks of a different ending." Songyang brushed the paper lightly with his hand, and replied with a smile, "What kind of ending does Kotaro want?"

"Hmm..." the wig held her chin, "It's best... Yu Ji can come back to life... You can summon Yu Ji after collecting all seven bubbles! Then defeat the witch! Finally, go to the U continent with the prince!"

Songyang smiled: "It's a happy ending."

The wig thought for a while, then lowered his head a little dejectedly, "Death cannot be brought back to life..."

"Pfft..." Songyang laughed, "Little Taro knows a lot. Yes, people cannot be resurrected after death. And look, didn't Yu Ji go to heaven in the end?"

The wig blinked: "I'm still a little unwilling."

"Then cherish the time together. With the companions you have now."

Songyang picked up the teacup, curled the corners of his lips and wrinkled the water.

The wig was thoughtful, and his bright eyes looked at the distant mountains and sky outside the courtyard.

After a while, the wig stood up holding the book, bowed to Songyang and walked out.The footsteps are clank and powerful.

Songyang turned his head slightly, and called out: "Xiao Taro."

The footsteps stopped, and the ponytail turned half a circle.

"On the way to find, take everyone with you."

The voice is as gentle as before, with a jade-like crystal texture.

The wig nods, light and bright.

"Ok!"

Why do you like reading fairy tales?

Probably because...

Not reconciled.