Chapter 3 Chapter 1

She felt as if there was a beast lurking in the dark, quietly eroding their lives bit by bit when they were unaware. Mo Xiaoyue is an extremely crazy woman.This is manifested in the fact that she rushed over angrily just after seeing me finish writing the opening sentence.Regardless of his face still being stretched by the weaving nutritional mask, he yelled loudly: "This girl will always be eighteen years old. I'm an innocent little girl." A gentle punch to the back of the head. This is also reflected in the fact that she can almost spend a whole month's living expenses in a week.Including sacks of rock CDs from the original disc market. Once I was curious and took a look at it.Then it was very heartbreaking to find that my English grades must have regressed, and the English letters on the entire CD were combined in ways that I couldn't figure out.I sighed with great sadness: "I can't understand it at all!" Mo Xiaoyue immediately said, "That's in Hebrew."

In fact, the original disc is still a small case. If you see Mo Xiaoyue's red eyes when she walks into Henglong and Jiuguang, you will definitely have a better understanding of her madness.It's just that Mo Xiaoyue never buys those tacky miniskirts and high heels, her beauty doesn't need embellishment.She only buys some tinkling little accessories, but there are two attributives before these little accessories, namely "not at all useful" and "nearly sky-high prices".So far, Mo Xiaoyue has brought back more than a dozen umbrellas of different designs and varieties from Vivienne Westwood's specialty store, and she is also obsessed with Anna Sui's strangely shaped perfume bottles.I was dumbfounded when she brought home her entire collection of holiday dolls.And when she beautifully arranged the perfume set in the glass case and planned to immortalize them in the wooden compartment, I admit that at that moment, I really wanted to hit her in the face with a tennis racket.

Mo Xiaoyue's madness is also reflected in her extremely unpredictable and erratic behavior.She would watch some old black and white movies in the middle of the night, and of course, sometimes she would watch some pure romantic literary films.She often sat on the floor in her thin pajamas when she couldn't sleep at night.Smoking Zhongnanhai one by one, or listening to Ringo Shiina, listening to the noisy and chaotic sound in the earphones, it dawned all night. Mo Xiaoyue is beautiful, although she always wears jeans with holes and dirty canvas shoes, wandering around without any scruples.Her cascading beige curls were perpetually untouched down her spine.But when you see her smile as clear as a calla lily blooming gently under the clear sunlight, and when you see her calm posture like a cat when she falls asleep.When you see her singing ghostly on the stage with the lights out, her eyes are as pure as a child's.You won't be able to avoid or hold back from thinking she's an angel.The wings are still stained with water, and the smile is like an angel in the softest cloud.

Lu Zixia was not spared either.When he saw Mo Xiaoyue's cherry blossom-like face in BBF, hiding behind the alcohol-filled bottles and cans, her eyelids were drooping, and her eyelashes seemed to be covered with trembling teardrops.Lu Zixia was very uncertain whether what he saw was an illusion or reality. The light in the PUB seems to have a body, shuttles ambiguously among the crowd.Lu Zixia walked around the noisy dance floor, he wanted to find the woman with an angelic demeanor.But he failed, and Mo Xiaoyue disappeared.The first time they met, Mo Xiaoyue was lost in the world like a ghost that hides by day and night.

Ghosts are drunken angels. Lu Zixia clenched his fists, his palms were covered with fine sweat. Lu Zixia waited in the BBF for several days in a row. He was making a bet with himself that had no chance of winning. If that girl came to the world again, then he would capture her.Lu Zixia had full confidence in herself. But love requires no faith at all.Just test. The test of love for Lu Zixia is that he cannot easily find her.Originally, there was no sense of belonging between a woman like Mo Xiaoyue and a PUB like BBF.Mo Xiaoyue belongs to the spotless paradise. April passed, and Lu Zixia never saw Mo Xiaoyue again.He began to go to the studio to paint for a whole day every day, and went home early in the evening to rest.He began to believe that Mo Xiaoyue was just a dream, an illusion.How could an angel get involved in the world?However, when he finally gave up looking, he met her again.He didn't know whether it was a gift from heaven or a catastrophe.

When my brother called in the morning, I was still rolling around in bed enjoying a lucid dream.Mo Xiaoyue got up early, she was watering the newly planted roses, and looked at the sky in confusion by the way. Having said that, she is a crazy woman. Brother said: "You and Xiaoyue have dinner together at night." I said, "If I want to eat you two, I won't be a light bulb." Brother said: "No, I want to introduce a friend to you, a very nice person, let's come together." I barely let out a "huh".At the end, he asked a crucial question: "Aren't you going to introduce me to a boyfriend?"

Brother gave me an explosive answer.He said, "Little girl, you are getting smarter and smarter." I said, "Go to hell." After Mo Xiaoyue knew that tonight's dinner was to find a partner for me, she was very excited.Helping me with makeup and hair.After she took a curling iron and gave me a doll-like curl, her crazy nature was revealed again. She took out her pink Prada leopard-print dress and LV moccasin boots with 10cm heels, and said with a smile like a flower: "Wear this, my sister will lose her money." I want to find you a boyfriend." I said, "Are you crazy? Has anyone dressed like this to eat at a food stall?"

She immediately retorted and left me speechless. She said, "Let's go to Palando to eat today." I thought to myself, these two are too crazy.My life was ruined by the two of them. When I went out, I saw Mo Xiaoyue in the mirror, still wearing her ripped jeans and Converse canvas shoes.Her shirt is still my brother's, the old model of G-STAR.She tied up the excess with a thin leather belt, and it looked much more flavorful than before.The shirt is warm yellow, as if it has been in the sun for a long time. I walked into Palando with a trembling heart, and kept praying along the way, not to have a pockmarked face and yellow teeth.Wouldn't it be Hong Kong feet?If this is the case, let the car go straight into an accident.

I found that after staying with Mo Xiaoyue for a long time, my thinking became crazy. But I was still surprised when I saw Lu Zixia.He is handsomer than I imagined.The hair is slightly long, and the eyes are as clean as a small animal injured in the forest, but the smile is very mysterious.He's a bit like Torujo Oda whom I like, only much taller. Lu Zixia is at least 1.85 meters tall. Sitting together, Lu Zixia and my brother could form a boy group, and they will make records with their cheeks, and they will definitely sell like crazy. Mo Xiaoyue and I walked to the table, intending to say hello to him under the introduction of my brother.But the kid froze when he saw us.I thought to myself, Mo Xiaoyue really contributed a lot this time, for dressing me up so shockingly that even the once-in-a-century handsome guy was fascinated by me.

After concentrating on it for a while, Lu Zixia stretched out his hand to me, bent over in a gentlemanly manner, and said, "You are deep, right? I am a partner of your brother's studio, and my name is Lu Zixia." Then he smiled politely at Mo Xiaoyue. It was a very pleasant meal, Lu Zixia is a very interesting person.He told us about the robbers he met when he went to Laos, like a Hollywood blockbuster.He also said that when he went to Lijiang, he met a very magical old man, and he told his past and present life by touching the lines on his palm.The old man said that he would encounter a girl like an angel in his life, and he was doomed.

My brother asked him: "Then do you think my sister is like an angel?" After drinking several glasses of red wine, Lu Zixia squinted his slightly drunken eyes and had an unpredictable smile on his face. He said, "It's not like that. It's like an angel is alive." After speaking, he laughed heartily.I was blushed by the words, thinking that I must reward Mo Xiaoyue well when I go back. Mo Xiaoyue sat beside me without saying a word.She is always like this, becoming quiet and indifferent when meeting strangers.As if lost, there are some cautious and compromising eyes. After that day was over, my brother insisted on entrusting me to Zixia, and went to have fun with Mo Xiaoyue by himself. On the way home, I asked Lu Zixia, "How did you tell that I was deeply attached at a glance?" He just laughed and didn't answer.But it would be nice to have his smile. I was probably drunk. After Lu Zixia met Mo Xiaoyue again that night.His heart gradually sank to the bottom.He thought he would just fall asleep and not wake up.Mo Xiaoyue, who was thinking about her heart and soul, was actually the woman of her best friend.He began to numb himself, the one he met in BBF that day was not Mo Xiaoyue, it was simply an unreal illusion.Not Mo Xiaoyue, not Mo Xiaoyue. Lu Zixia still paints every day.He started to daub on the walls of his studio, so absorbed in finishing the painting that he almost forgot the passage of time.Constantly manipulating the hand holding the paintbrush.His eyes were as firm as a beast. I often go to see Lu Zixia in the studio, but when he sees me coming, he always pulls up the curtain on the wall.I always laugh at him playing mystery. After that day, our relationship seemed to be settled.It's just that I don't dare to say for sure, because Zixia never made any promises.But it doesn't matter anymore to me.I'm willing to gamble with myself, I don't know, I've already embarked on the road that Zixia lost in the first place. When I go to the studio, Mo Xiaoyue will also come with me.She always brings a lot of homemade blueberry cakes for Zixia and my brother to eat. Every time brother will eat to his heart's content.In fact, I know that my brother doesn't like sweets at all.Looking at my brother's happy smiling face, I reaffirmed the powerful power of love in my heart. Deadly enough. Mo Xiaoyue has recently started to stay up all night frequently.She listens to Placebo rock and roll all night long.I never listen to them lightly, their music can make people fall into the abyss.Mo Xiaoyue's Zhongnanhai smoked more and more fiercely. After I got up several times, I found that there were scattered cigarette butts around her.And she fell asleep barefoot in this mess. Mo Xiaoyue began to dress herself up.She wears heavy smoky makeup and wears high heels with thin straps.She never touches those ripped jeans and old T-shirts again. I thought Mo Xiaoyue was a little abnormal, so I asked her what was wrong. She said: "It's nothing, the money is not enough. I'm going to BBF to be a PUB girl." I said, "You buy so many expensive dresses, how can you have enough?" I said, "Xiaoyue, you better not go. Ask my brother, he will give you everything." Mo Xiaoyue suddenly stopped talking, and she looked at me with terrifying eyes.She opened her mouth, but said nothing.After a while, she took a gorgeous Lesportac bag and walked away. I know she's going to BBF and she'll do a flirtatious dance on the dance floor and make fun of a lot of guys.That way the boss will be happy and give her a lot of money. I called my brother and told him to take care of Mo Xiaoyue.But brother really loves Mo Xiaoyue too much. Brother said: "I can't restrain Xiaoyue, I don't have the power." So can I also restrain Lu Zixia?I don't even have this power. The bright and turbulent life began to go astray. Mo Xiaoyue didn't come back until midnight. She smelled of alcohol and her makeup was gone.But she is still beautiful.No matter how dirty and filthy she is, her pure eyes cannot be concealed.She is like a lovely and pitiful angel with broken wings. I suddenly couldn't bear it.I said: "Xiaoyue, what happened to you? Tell me, please?" Mo Xiaoyue sat in the dark for a long time.She seems to be crying.But she tried to hold back the sound of sobbing. I walked over and hugged her gently in the dark. Mo Xiaoyue began to say intermittently: "Shen Shen, do you know? A long time ago, there was a man who loved me very much. He almost gave me everything I wanted. But I killed him. Her wife knew After he was with me, he killed himself. He had a three-year-old daughter. No mother. No more mother." I know that Mo Xiaoyue has no mother since she was a child, and she even broke down for a while because of this.She knows the pain of it.So Mo Xiaoyue must be extremely blaming herself. I touched Mo Xiaoyue's soft hair, and I said, "Xiaoyue, don't cry. It's okay, it's okay. It's okay now, isn't it?" Mo Xiaoyue broke free from my embrace suddenly, she kept wiping the tears on her face, and then cried in a way that almost exhausted herself. Mo Xiaoyue said, "I'm deeply sorry." Lu Zixia saw Mo Xiaoyue again in BBF. He saw her twisting her angelic and weak body in the psychedelic lamp shadow, her eyes were daubed with enchanting eyeshadow.Her eyelashes were still shining, as if she had cried. Lu Zixia walked over, he tried to overwhelm the music that was about to explode in the PUB with the loudest volume, he shouted at Mo Xiaoyue: "Come on, I'll buy you a drink." Then he grabbed her arm. Mo Xiaoyue shook off his hand, she said, "Go away." "He is very worried about you, and deeply worried about you. Go back, okay?" Mo Xiaoyue stopped her movements suddenly, she looked at Lu Zixia as if it had been a century. She asked him, "What about you? Are you worried about me?" Lu Zixia didn't speak. He still held her, trying to pull her out of this hell.She doesn't belong here. But Mo Xiaoyue didn't listen to him at all.Mo Xiaoyue stubbornly wanted to break free from him. The flames are confused, and the figures are crowded.A dark red streamer surged around, and the alcohol slowly evaporated in the air.The world can't tell the truth from the fake.Satan sends out little demons on patrol to live in Zixia's body. Lu Zixia embraced Mo Xiaoyue's shoulder, and kissed it hard I went to the studio to find Zixia. I opened the door to find that the studio was empty. One corner of the curtain covering the mural was loose.I went forward to try to straighten it, but accidentally, the whole curtain fell off. The light and heat from the boundless and distant universe ransacked the entire wall.So bright and beautiful, as if falling from the sky into the world.The flames from that painting nearly burned me. I covered my mouth and opened my eyes wide in disbelief. Mo Xiaoyue is an extremely crazy woman.She likes famous brands and changes her mind when she sees something different.She snatched away my beloved Lu Zixia, and even scarred my dearest brother.I decided to write it all down, to record her most heinous crimes. I decided to write all this down. From the beginning, the angel in Lu Zixia's life was not me, but Mo Xiaoyue.She was barefoot and her eyes were full of bright light spots.She walked towards Lu Zixia, this encounter was inevitable. I decided to write it all down, just write it down.Because I couldn't bear to hurt her.Mo Xiaoyue is an angel who fell from heaven to earth.It was a gift that she came to me. Love is possession, and love is fulfillment. There is an angel named Mo Xiaoyue.When she woke up, she found that everyone around her was gone.She couldn't remember what she had done last night.She recalled it carefully, but there was still a blank picture in her mind. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have made a small mistake.But it doesn't matter, she is the most beautiful angel in heaven, and everyone will forgive her.She decided to ask God for forgiveness. She came to the door of God's house, but God did not seem to be on His throne.God loves to be lazy.Mo Xiaoyue thought to herself. Mo Xiaoyue found that there seemed to be a mural hidden behind the throne of God.She stepped forward and drew down the scarlet curtain that concealed it. With her innocent eyes, she discovered that the mural was not exactly her.But the person in this painting seems to be more beautiful than her. She is painted like a newborn calla lily.All the light is focused in her eyes.She was smiling without hesitation.It seems that there are no disasters and defilements in this world. There is nothing in this world, because this is heaven. Mo Xiaoyue turned her head and found that Lu Zixia was right behind her. He reached out and rubbed her hair, smiled and said to her, you are too bad, Mo Xiaoyue, how can you peek at God's love letter? Evening, approaching night.The dim moon hangs in the sky, and the moonlight is like water.The water-like moonlight shines on the water-colored lake. Street shadows also hesitate. It's just an artificial lake, inside the school.The meadow is covered in front, and the lake is invisible to ordinary people.The lake is very, very shallow.Shallow enough to see the stone platform at the bottom of the lake.There are spots on the stone platform, which seems to be rust.It also seems to be a hard unknown substance formed by lime powder.After all, I can see a lot of things I don't want to see.Don't want to see something. I don't know whether the lake in our school was built to beautify the environment, or to feed the eyes of those poor students who squeezed a single-plank bridge.After all it was built.Or maybe they accidentally made a big hole when the school was building the foundation or something.Anyway, there is less than half of the water in it.It's a dead lake. Next to the lake is a road paved with soil.Someone occasionally walked over it, and the dust was flying.Rolling up the flying sand all over the sky, charming eyes are common.Therefore, few people come here, but some people come here to play badminton in their free time.After playing for half an hour, I returned home sweating profusely. My high school career is the second half.Play badminton, but not by the lake, I don't like it there.So the front of the teaching building is often our training ground, the training ground for amateur players.The person who fights with me is different every time, but I must fight every day.Maybe it's Xiaotong today, maybe it's her tomorrow, or maybe it's her the day after tomorrow.But she played with me for a purpose, she wanted to lose weight.In fact, I fight for a purpose, and I also want to lose weight.I think losing weight is to be more confident, to be able to stand proudly in front of someone.Thinking about it now, I was really despicable at the time, but I was still very sincere in front of someone, at least she was despicable and hypocritical than me.This is a fact. I still played every afternoon for a summer.Xiaotong didn't see much weight loss, because she had to eat after playing.I didn't lose much weight either, because I had to have dinner with them when I went back to the dormitory at night.I think I played for nothing all summer.And the mean man was getting thinner and thinner, eye-catching and eye-catching. "Clip, homework... quickly bring me a copy..." Bell shouted at me in a rough voice. "Here it comes!" I threw it over casually, I just finished copying someone else's.Continue to bury my head in the rumbling heat of my instant noodles. "Oh! Who, wicked!!!" A despicable voice. God!When my eyes were blinded by the heat, I heard such a soft voice that touched my heart.The cheeks on both sides were suddenly scorched by instant noodles, and I vomited indiscriminately.A bowl of instant noodles was ruined by a despicable person.I turn back.Just saw this scene. My homework slipped out of her grubby, ape-like head covered in thick, thick hair, sunken eye sockets, into her hand.There was a crisp sound, Chi la... I did not say anything.I don't have to say.But Ling Dang didn't want to, and cursed in Dongping dialect that I couldn't understand in a rough voice.After sitting down reluctantly with his face flushed and angry, he was still saying something. I don't hear shitty say those sorry words again.The fake feeling is that a peony flower made of silk is mixed in a basket of enchantingly blooming flowers, which is more fragrant than fresh flowers.In the end, I threw away the bowl of instant noodles in a daze.Because the inside is filthy from my vomit, the broken pieces of instant noodles swelled in the red and yellow brown liquid, and the bubbles got bigger and bigger.Like a plastic bag in the lake behind the playground, floating on the water.Sometimes when the wind comes, it will flutter with it, which is much more flexible than instant noodles. The days are still ticking away in the clock above the teacher's head above the blackboard.I have been skating like skating from September when I entered school to November, which is close to winter. This winter.My face has always been blue-gray.I neither lost weight nor found a backer.There is also a purpose to find a backer, because I thought about it when I saw the despicable face getting more and more rampant.She must find a backer, a backer stronger than the despicable brother, so that she will soften.It was from then on that I discovered that everything I did had a purpose, and it was really utilitarian.Certainly not with my mother.In fact, I am not the kind of person who is particularly utilitarian, and maybe I am really forced to be despicable.This is the only way to go. November is still slowly moving forward.I sometimes walk in that clearing behind the playground.There are people growing vegetables here.There are many kinds of carrots, cabbage, cotton, onions, leeks, lentils, and peppers.Bell and I once stole sweet potatoes, and the sweet potatoes here occupy the largest area.The entire sweet potato field is 10 meters long and 8 meters wide. Although it is incomparable to the three 100-meter-long and wide-growing fields in Lingdang’s house, it is already very eye-opening for me.Under the explanation of the bell, and under my temptation, we finally couldn't help it.Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he dug and planed with his hands to get out two big sweet potatoes.Later, I didn't dare to go through the main entrance, so I got out from the small low gate on the basketball court, which was only half my height.The two of them looked like they were holding cannonballs, and their faces were as red as the backs of monkeys.Turn back three times after every step, for fear that the old man will come after him.Pidianpidian ran back to the classroom. I remember the sweet potatoes that time, and I divided the bells.It was unpalatable.It's like firewood in your mouth, dry and waxy, just like chewing wax, but I haven't chewed wax.I wanted to take mine home and cook it, but after eating the bell one, my thoughts were immediately dispelled.Three days later, the sweet potato disappeared. November finally passed in a dastardly swing love show.The fiery fight between despicable and opposite-sex compatriots continues unabated.I don’t know how many people will be charmed by that slender waist. The sweater will always only reach the navel, the belt will always be exposed, and the cold weather will always only wear a sweater.I admire this very much.Even though I was trembling with cold, it was still forever and ever.Coupled with her eternal smile to others and her indifference to me. One day I was depressed.I've been thinking about it ever since that smile came, and I've been thinking about it and thinking about it until I lost a pound.I finally found a shortcut to losing weight. That day was like this: I stood for a long time in front of the window outside our classroom.Before evening self-study, the wind was very strong, so I opened the window to let the wind blow in.Down my neck, although it wanted to, but I didn't let it go because I was wearing a scarf.Just when I was triumphant.I felt a gust of cold wind go straight through my scarf and reach my throat.so real. Turn your head, look sideways, and click. I seem to see the plastic bags in the lake, scattered and scattered.In the big mirror of the lake, it blooms like a flower.Weird illusion. The despicable face that is always indifferent to me, I still remember that its angle is 180 degrees on the plane, which is straight and straight.But now, 180 degrees has become a 60-degree smile, which is better than the usual signature smile.I froze for a moment, the wind gradually reached my stomach from my throat, I don't know if my stomach can digest the wind.It would be great if I could, so I don't have to rack my brains so much.I don't know how we stopped making eye contact, or maybe she's gone, or maybe I'm gone.But I guess it's unlikely that it was me, because my leg didn't have anything to control it at the time.The brain is stagnant.It's like a gear that hasn't been used for a long time and can't turn.Because it is joint. I thought like that for three days.Think of the illusory flowers in the mirror, so beautiful.The peony made of silk has become a plastic perfume lily, which is just as beautiful, but fake.Later, after losing a pound, I finally stopped thinking.I'm afraid I'll be skinny.That's not as good as the current triangular rice dumpling. Since.Meanness often laughs at me.I also gradually got used to the upward arc of that 60-degree angle.He also began to slowly reveal pastels to her from the blue-gray face. Since then, I've been to Dead Lake more often, often by myself.I just stood motionless by the lake looking at the plastic bags floating inside.The only difference from some time ago is that the plastic bags are now frozen.Frozen so solid.The pattern of that flower became more and more clear, motionless, just like me by the lake.I always feel that the mean smile is so similar to this flower.They are all motionless, they are all gradual, and they all make me feel weird.it's all... It's January and it's getting colder.The north wind is blowing, meanness is still the same as before.I don't see it that badly anymore.Sometimes she wears a white sweater with puff sleeves, with big red circles and big red bows on it, which I think is pretty.But at the same time I was feeling disgusted with myself.It may also be that my yin and yang eyes always see things differently. Colder January.I am, despicable is.all there.Look. It seems that the weather is cold, and the teachers are not willing to give lectures.I lie on the table reading novels all day, or I just sleep, but I don’t sleep often, because it will be very cold when I open my eyes.I thought that people with slightly thick subcutaneous fat like me should be less afraid of the cold, but I never thought that I was the person who was most afraid of the cold.Wrapped in a coat, I fantasize about the day I can change seats and I will be next to the heater.That feeling, in a word, is really good.After the whimsy, continue to live the cold days of January. Fortunately, I still have a warm water bag, and I change the water several times a day, sometimes even once a class, to maintain my low body temperature. But despicableness seems to be not afraid of the cold. Although I have learned about this a long time ago, I now have a new feeling.She is simply a strong person, a strong person who is not afraid of the hurricane.In such a cold day, we occasionally meet each other, and her smile is still 60 degrees.Without a trace of addition or subtraction. I sometimes see Despicable walking with Xin.Despicable is very good to Xin, it can't be better, this is a place I have to admire.Honestly, I never dreamed that meanness could be so good to a person.The same sex is a thousand times better than her friends of the opposite sex.Desperate and Xin went to and from school together, went back to the dormitory together, ate the meals brought by their parents when they visited on Sundays, carried water together, stood in line together, and sat together.together, go down together... I am also accompanied by someone, although I still haven't found a backer.But I think it doesn't matter if I can find the backer or not, I have the bell to accompany me.I haven't been to the lake for a long time, because the bell is with me, I don't want to let her go too.I am afraid that she will think more, maybe she will think that there are lake monsters at the bottom of the lake.Nonsense. Half of January has passed, how could it be so long.It only has a head and no tail, like a gecko with a broken tail, but at least it still has the hope of growing a tail and seeing a tail.But I have no hope.When there is no hope and I am about to despair, I will think of flowers, the flowers frozen on the lake.Are you still there?Is it still the same attitude?Which direction?Or it has changed so that I can no longer find it or recognize it.I thought, one day I must go to see it again. I lost weight, a lot of weight, because I didn't eat.I found that as long as people eat too much, they will get fat, and as long as they don't eat, they will lose weight.Faster than reading a text.I'm kind of happy.In fact, to be honest, it is not a little bit, I am very happy.Although I don't think it's necessary to compete with despicability, I still yearn for beautiful clothes after all.After being happy for many days, I finally remembered that I still have one important thing to do, the lakeside. Today is January 31st, the last day of January.In order to commemorate this coldest season, I came to the lake today.The plastic flowers are still there, but much dirtier.It's covered with a lot of things that I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly.It's not white anymore, it's a hybrid now.There's so much genetics controlling it that it's overwhelmed and can only swallow it.I'm a little disappointed.I thought the cold would make it clearer.But it brought filth.I sat down by the lake.The stone next to it was very cold, so I didn't sit on it.I was sitting on weeds, not warm but soft.I put my legs up and put them on my thighs, like someone meditating. I held a weed in my hand and swayed back and forth.Eyes moved with it, dizzy, eye pain.It's time to go back, the sun is almost setting.Before I left, I took another look at the flowers, they were still so real.Night fell quickly. Tonight's evening self-study is Chinese and English.Read the papers by yourself, the monthly test papers.I usually pass the boring time by reading novels. Some students pass notes, some send text messages, and some students just read papers honestly.Looking at it, my eyes hurt.Lie down and want to rest for a while.But after this rest, I fell asleep and dreamed. I dreamed mean.I dreamed of her, holding the paper in her hand, with a look of emptiness and innocence in her eyes. Ding Lingling... get out of class is over, and I dreamed about that piece of paper right away.What a disappointment, I just imagined that I could continue to dream in the next class.God help me, the English teacher didn't come, so I studied by myself. I lay down and tried to see if I could go back to that dream. Note, go in. After reading it, Despicable clenched the paper into a ball and threw it out of the window.I see it seems to be falling in the direction of the lake... I ran to the lake and saw the ball of paper just fell on the flower.I found branches and coat hooks and connected them together.Stretching out his hand to reach for the ball of paper, he finally brought it up.I opened it and it said: Fei: I hate Huang, I hate her hypocrisy, fake... The signature is - Xin. The despicable surname is Huang. I understood immediately. For Xin, meanness is a mirror image, but Fei is not. Xin is not a mirror image for meanness, and neither is Fei.And I am. Meanness is a mirror image to me, Xin—I don't know if it is.