Chapter 52 Chapter 51 Willing to Bet (No.279 - No.283)

The simple name is like mine, a combination of her parents' last names.Of course, the difference from me is that her parents have always been good and loving. "My parents have always doted on me. They let me do whatever I want. But I am also very obedient and never mess around. When I was young, I thought that when I grow up, I have to find someone who is better than my dad. A good boy, and then marry this boy at first love, and grow old like my parents." Simple really simple.She believes in forever and ever.So she met β in elementary school, and β will be her good friend for life; so she met Han Xu before elementary school, Han Xu...

My train of thought was broken on the word "Han Xu". "Usually, do you think I'm shameless chasing him around?" Jian Jian stopped crying a long time ago, and still laughed when he said this. She is no longer the little girl who blushes and hits people everywhere when we are ashamed of Han Xu. I shook my head: "how come." Jian Jian never thought wildly, never worried about gains and losses, never said I like you, never asked Han Xu to do anything for her, but never doubted or wavered. Her kindness to Han Xu can only be envied. Jian Jian's parents never forced Jian Jian to learn any talents: dancing, singing, Mathematical Olympiad, English... However, they will strongly support anything Jian Jian is interested in.

For example, when I was in preschool, I saw an ancient talented woman in a TV series holding ink in her hand and raising her wrist lightly. The next second, the camera moved to a beautiful small script, and the flirtatious scholar next to her couldn't help nodding, good words, good words... She immediately jumped up from the sofa and shouted, Mom, I want to learn calligraphy too! A truth that Jian Jian never understood when he was a child is that what a talented person often values ​​is not the words, but the face of the girl who writes. So Jian Jian happily went to the Children's Palace to learn calligraphy. After two days of sandbags tied to his wrists, he was so tired that he cried and vowed never to go again.Parents persuaded her to persevere for a few more days. There is always a process in learning, so don't be afraid of hardship.

In the past few days, Jian Jian met Han Xu. While crouching in front of the glass cabinet to browse the award-winning works of the students of the Children's Palace, the little boy pointed to a piece of flying and phoenix dancing characters and said that this was his award-winning work. Good word!good word! A simple long tone, completely like a flirtatious young man who wants to pick up everyone's ladies. The young boy gave him a simple look, as if it would be a shameful thing to be praised by a girl like her who has no taste or appreciation at first glance. If this is the case, why did you tell the strange little girl that you wrote that picture?

Han Xu really wasn't cute since he was a child.I wonder. In short, Jian Jian came here to learn Miss Boudoir's handwriting, but on this day, she met the lady in her life who could write. What is so good about Han Xu? One relationship cannot understand another.For example, I understand why I like Yu Huai, but I don't understand why Jian Jian likes Han Xu. A little follower who never spares his compliments, and a "big lady" who never cares to listen to the little follower's praise, when did Jian Jian's relationship with Han Xu begin?I'm completely clueless.

It seems to be a certain day when puberty started, and I was made a few jokes; it was another day, I fantasized that the sloppy hero in an idol drama was Han Xu... Everyone's life has a special texture, a simple texture In the book, all the details about Han Xu are inlaid. Some things will be scolded as cheap by the audience when they are spoken out.For example, he simply gritted his teeth and decided that he should study liberal arts for his future, but Han Xu didn't try to persuade him to stay, but when he said goodbye after eating barbecue and drinking wine, he said that no one will treat me as well as you in the future.

So on that summer night last year, when I simply went home, I told my parents that she didn't want to study literature. Do all people have a potential for Stockholm Syndrome?Paying 11 million and only getting a sigh, I feel that everything is worth it. Jian Jian has long been used to thinking about Han Xu first in everything he does.Maybe it was because I knew Yu Huai only in my freshman year of high school, so I still feel dissatisfied when I see his take-for-granted attitude occasionally.And Jian Jian has been following Han Xu since she was a child, and "being good for him" has formed a habit, which is a part of her growth, so natural, there is no need to stop and think about it.

There is no need for Han Xu to respond.Seeing Han Xu's happiness when everything went smoothly, she was also happy.She regards her own happiness as the reward for this relationship. "Later I understood," Jian Jian said with a smile, "He likes me to treat him well, but he doesn't like me." "Why wouldn't he..." I instinctively blurted out to comfort her. "I know." Simply lowered his head and said softly. I always laugh at movies and idol dramas, where conversations that shouldn't be heard are always heard, and encounters that shouldn't be seen are always seen...

I don't know if Simplicity thinks the same way. She skipped the physical education class, slept on the table, and found that the whole class had left when she woke up.Han Xu's precious exercise book fell on the floor, she picked it up, and accidentally shook off a few notes sandwiched inside.That was Han Xuping's chat with Bei Lin.After sitting beside Han Xu for so long, Jian Jian never found any communication between Han Xu and Bei Lin. Briefly, when Bei Lin first came to the class, she said that this person is not as indifferent as I and β dislike, and he would talk to her occasionally.

It was Han Xu who spoke. Jian Jian is a guy with such a simple mind. She thought that Bei Lin, like me and β, had discovered her petty thoughts about Han Xu, and purposely used this kind of topic to get closer to him, so she put everything she knew about Han Xu All the glorious and embarrassing things that I talked about were given to Bei Lin. What a smart girl Belling is. In the dense chat records, she pretended to know nothing about Han Xu, but every word she said "unintentionally" hit Han Xu's preferences and past events. The so-called instant hit. As if God was afraid that simplicity would not be enough, when she walked around the shade of the stadium, she saw Han Xu and Bei Lin, sitting on the steps chatting away from the freely moving crowd.

Bei Lin said that she envied simplicity. Jian Jian doesn't know how bad Bei Lin's real life is, so even she can be envied. "She and β are both very enviable. I envy these people who are unique in certain aspects. Yu Huai is smart, simple and happy, and the family is simple. β can go to Beijing to take advantage of the score line. Geng Geng's family seems to be very rich. Me and you I say this not to complain about fate. But, sometimes, I am really envious. When I am tired, I always want to talk to someone, as if I have the courage to continue to work hard alone. Thanks to you." Bei Lin doesn't like to talk, but it doesn't mean she can't talk. Jian Jian saw Han Xu gently pat Bei Lin's shoulder. Han Xu said: "I'm the same person as you. I can't be envious of their simple life. You and I, we can only rely on ourselves." "They" and "us". It was simply discovered that she had never known Han Xu before. She knew that Han Xu was obsessed with cleanliness, and that her obsession with cleanliness came from being wet and forcibly "French kissed" by a relative's bulldog when she was a child, but she didn't know that relative was rich and powerful. He cried for a long time, and his parents argued hard, But my aunt ignored her contemptuously, and only cared about comforting her dog; she knew that Han Xu could learn everything well, but she didn't know that she was playing tickets in the calligraphy class of the Children's Palace, and she would stop learning if she didn't want to learn, but Han Xu didn't dare to waste a penny The tuition fee... I used to simply think that Han Xu didn't like to talk. Later she found out that Han Xu just didn't like to talk to her. Jian Jian watched quietly from behind, and the two of them never looked back until she left. Sometimes there is only so much love in this world, some people get it, and some people lose it. Simply sitting alone in the shade of a tree, reading through the densely packed notes. The blue handwriting is Han Xu's, which can be easily recognized at a glance. It's really a good word, a good word. "Is there still time for you to study literature in the third year of high school?" Jian Jian tilted his head, stared at the tree outside the window, and said, "There is nothing we can do if it's too late." "You don't have to go to study literature just to avoid the two of them. Just tell Zhang Ping, can't you switch seats? If you change seats with Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao must be very happy to be closer to Bei Lin. She is very concerned about Bei Lin." How did Lin learn Chinese..." I was still thinking of a way. "I really regret that I chose science," Jian smiled, "so I studied very hard, and I hope I can make up for it. I feel very sorry for my parents. They trust me so much, and I always rank in the forties in every exam. , They never scolded me." Simple effort me and beta for all to see.It was the two of us who went to the school gate to negotiate with small vendors at noon, just to help Jian Jian squeeze out a little more time during lunch break, just a little bit. She didn't realize that she would step into the basin with one foot, but her grades didn't improve at all.We all know that simplicity is not the material, and sitting beside Han Xu will only make her life worse. One can imagine how much she has learned in the 45-minute self-study class. "Dog men and women." I was still angry. Although β and I have known about Han Xu and Bei Lin for a long time, and we have always avoided mentioning it in front of Jian Jian, but at this moment, I still can't help but feel angry. "That's not true." Simply shaking his head, he said seriously, "I've always shaved my head and got hot, so I don't blame anyone. He didn't promise that he would marry me if I treated him well. What's wrong with him? " Who of us is not like this. "If you wishful thinking, you have to be willing to gamble and admit defeat." Simply put. To her, studying liberal arts is like a living doctor. Simply patted her butt and stood up and said that she wanted to go for a walk by herself.I sat on the steps and watched her leave. Halfway through the walk, Jian Jian suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "Geng Geng, I'm in a liberal arts class, and we will always be good friends." "Nonsense." I frowned. She smiled and ran away without a trace. I remember this sentence.A year ago, in Brazil Barbecue City, Jian Jian and β cried together after drinking too much, Jian Jian suddenly yelled at us like this, we will always be good friends. In a daze, I took out my phone and sent Yu Huai a text message. "You said, is it a mistake for me to study science?" After thinking about it, I deleted it word by word. This behavior is too hypocritical.The simplicity makes me feel sad, but she is right, it is our own pleasure. Willing to gamble and admit defeat. The top floor of the administration area was no cooler than the classrooms.I read three pages of example sentences, and my brain was really unwilling to work. I was so angry that I had to drop the book and stand up, moving my stiff buttocks.Distraught, I stood on the small platform and looked around, and I accidentally found a wall full of graffiti carved by the group of high school seniors who had just graduated. "Who can draw snow lotuses in full bloom, but can't draw the symmetrical axis of the hyperbola." "The landlord is really hypocritical." "Who knows how to draw snow lotus, I can too, look!" "Who doesn't know the hyperbolic axis of symmetry? I can too. Watch!" "What is that thing you drew upstairs? Where is the hyperbola?" "Didn't the poster just want to draw the axis of symmetry? What kind of watch do you want! What kind of bicycle do you want!" This doodle saved my mood. Some people are complaining about grades, some are naming and scolding someone in a certain class, some are following along, some are helping someone to scold back, some are saying that after graduation, they must go to the beach and get drunk, some are making wishes, some are making promises. Will they still remember after many years?Have those wishes come true?Wouldn't it be ridiculous to look back at those troubles? In the river of time, how many people carve their boats for their swords. No matter how much they left unfinished, time still moved forward steadily, driving them all out of Zhenhua.There is still a large blank space on the wall, perhaps left for us. I read with relish, from looking up to bending down, and finally squatting down. The large window behind has cross corners, and the setting sun shines in through the window, leaving long upside down cross shadows on the message wall.Those handwritings were all shining in the sun, and suddenly I saw a very light line of writing in the shadow of the corner. The handwriting is very new and new. "Luo Zhi loves Sheng Huainan, no one knows." In a flash, many moments were like photos that were accidentally knocked off in my mind. I didn't have time to pick them up, so I could only watch them fall from my eyes. During the flag-raising ceremony, the direction of Luo Zhi's eyes. At the school celebration, the sentence she suddenly cut off, and "Hello everyone, I'm Sheng Huainan from Class 3, Grade 2" came out from the broadcast on the rostrum above her head. The notebook she wanted to look at, with a slowly blooming expression on her face, tentatively "By the way, you...do you know how to get there? He's in shift three. Do you...do you want me to take you there? " And the sentence he said with a smile on the windowsill: "Geng Geng, I actually envy you very much." The tears in my eyes made it a little difficult for me to read the lonely line of words. Why should I cry for a senior I am not very familiar with yet? I don't know either, maybe it's because of her, maybe it's because of simplicity, maybe it's because of myself. We have received the love of our parents since we were young, which is taken for granted.Unconditional acquisition eventually spoils us. When we learn that some feelings need to be fought for by ourselves, and we need to resign ourselves to fate, or even get what we ask for, we all panic.