Expectation

I knew the news when I was in class the next day.It may be that the information is blocked, and no one knows the real specific situation at all, but the little girl in the same seat whispered, "I heard from my aunt of my elementary school classmate,..."

Everyone expressed regret and shock, whispering about the death of the professor in such tones as "Oh my God" and "how could that be".I am no exception, but I am secretly more frightened than them.

...Could it be your hand?

I spent the day restlessly, and by the time school was over, there were already all kinds of rumors in our department in private.

What shredded documents are actually bribe bills, what professor's wife committed murder for cheating, what ghosts haunt the office in the middle of the night, and so on.Everyone talked carefully and sympathetically, but couldn't hide the pride and joy of "I know the truth" when they looked at each other.

That's why I don't like this world.A person always has a legitimate reason to hurt others.

Even the continuous rain in the evening did not improve my mood.I walked slowly on the small street next to my house in a somewhat distraught state.The three or two people passing by were in groups, discussing loudly and happily what to eat and drink, and which K hall to sing at night.And I am like a wandering soul dissolved in the rain, with no origin and no way back.

The inexplicable feeling of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow has been suppressing me. I sat on the small bench in the middle of the street and watched the cobblestone path gradually stained by the moonlight before I came back to my senses.Just as he was about to go home with a growling stomach, a person with a familiar aura sat beside the bench.He was wearing a raincoat and the hood was so tight that his face could not be seen, but at that moment, the hairs all over my body were about to stand on end, and cold sweat broke out from the palm of my hand holding the umbrella.I secretly clasped the hand holding the umbrella, slowly relaxed my stiff body, and sat as if nothing had happened.I secretly prayed that nothing would happen.

But I knew it was impossible, this guy wouldn't just sit here and watch the rain, right?

I secretly regret that I must have lost my composure today.I also don't know why I feel so sad and uncomfortable for someone I don't know very well at this moment.Residual influences from the past linger.

A suffocating silence continued.I think it's almost time, so I want to leave quickly.

In the end, he still spoke.

"...Che." He crushed my name in his mouth without beginning and end, and I could feel a bit of gnashing of teeth in his usual calm voice. "This is your new identity."

"..." I restrained my instinct to run away, and said without squinting, still inexplicably gloating in my heart.With a long sigh, I silently leaned back, "How did you find out?"

Even if I am really absent-minded today, it shouldn't be abnormal, right?How did he figure it out?

"...Heh." He sneered inexplicably through his nose.

...Maybe I am too arrogant, I have never really understood this man.I was really exhausted physically and mentally for a while, staring at the pattering rain curtain, said in a hoarse voice, "...then you can figure it out. I won't go back again."

I thought my resoluteness would definitely make him change a little bit, but he still remained calm and unmoved.Speaking of which, I haven't seen this guy change his face until now.It seems that everything is in his rhythm.

What a nasty guy.

"I'm not here to deal with traitors." Concise as always.

I really hated his indifferent appearance.I also hate my credulity to him. Since he said so, I think he will let me go.

How naive and stupid.Sooner or later I will kill myself.

"Oh. Then I'm leaving." I was upset, and I didn't want to give him any more attention, but I couldn't help it, and I still said with some eccentricity, "Thank you very much."

He just watched me walk into the rain curtain quietly, without saying a word.

Trash man.

So this night I was immersed in the pain of "what did he come for and when did he find out my identity".There is no chance to think about the loneliness of those alone.

After tossing and turning, he finally fell into a dream, but even the dream was a cage between his words.

... and only dare to carefully admit in the dream that he recognized me, which really made me ecstatic from the bottom of my heart.

The whole world seems to have its own color for the second time.

I was still awake when I opened my eyes, with a silly smile on my face.When he realized that he was just having a dream, he couldn't help but change his face, and was so angry at the idiot who was smiling like a flower at the cold man.

I know the truth of trying to cover up, so I have to admit that I have some special feelings for him.But this is definitely not a simple love affair between men and women, but some...

Alas, can't tell.

Feeling depressed, I got up and went to the early eighth class.However, when I got to the classroom and looked at the empty tables and chairs, I realized that this should be the professor's chemistry class.Because the chemistry teacher is gone, the school's academic affairs office let me withdraw, so there should be no classes.

In vain.

I feel that as soon as I meet Zhu Xingda, everything starts to go wrong.I rubbed my head and took out the class for self-study, but I had troubled dreams last night. I am not very energetic today, and I started to feel sleepy when I looked at the floating letters.

Of course, it is also possible that I am not compatible with learning.I still remember that when I was studying in the organization, I also wrote my homework late at night every day. I was so sleepy that ghosts didn’t know the words, and I forced my eyes to open like a puppet.

But then I still have to write.When my mother was still there, she was no exception. She would even sit next to me with a ruler, and I would snap the ruler whenever I felt sleepy.

My mother took me as long as I can remember.So when she died, the first thing the organization suspected was that I had taken away the materials she had back then.Please, this woman is a liar, you really believe it.Facing her, she didn't know if she was the only daughter, and she didn't know which ones were true and which ones were lies, that kind of vague "it's not me~" words...

What's more, you didn't even know whether she committed suicide or homicide.

madness.

I probably hated her to death at first, but I forgot after only two or three years.The habits she left me are still stubbornly engraved in my bones.

How ironic.

Maybe it was that woman who let me know what kind of complicated feelings hate and love are. After that, when I think about it carefully, a person's life is like a pool of stagnant water without waves.As conscientious and meticulous as those people expect...but what is the result.

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