Chapter 12 Bitter (1)

At the age of 16, Chen Yan asked Xiang Yu if he had seen a movie, and he shook his head. "If you watch movies, you can know many, many other things. Movies can take you to many other places, Chinese movies, and foreign movies. You can see things you haven't seen before." The elephant fish was very interested, but still a little puzzled. It asked Chen Yan: "What kind of thing is that? I still don't know. How can I really watch a movie?" "Actually, I seldom go to theaters. Real movies should be shown in movie theaters, but there are so few movies in Chinese theaters that I don't have anything I want to see. Fortunately, pirated DVDs are now available, and they only cost 7 yuan. One piece, you can find many good films!"

So Xiangyu often flew to the window of Chen Yan's house and watched DVDs with him.But its huge body did not allow it to enter the room, so it put its head on the window and watched quietly.It watched the pictures dance on the screen and saw things it had never seen before.Its thin and light scales vibrate slightly, which is a sign of high concentration and excitement. Gradually, it started flying to more people's windows, peeking at the movies they were watching.It sees New York, it sees Paris, it sees Tokyo and Madrid... and it realizes that the world is bigger than it thought.It sees the scorching desert, where the sand has no end, and the bottom beach has no end.It sees the unfathomable ocean, where towering waves meet man and sky.It saw the frozen Antarctic, where there were icebergs hundreds of millions of times larger than the small ice cubes in Coke, floating on the water.

So one day, Xiang Yu solemnly said to Chen Yan: "I have made a decision!" "What decision?" "I want to get out of here, it's time for a change!" "Where are you going?" "I'm still thinking about the route, maybe not going to any special place, just leave here, go to places I haven't seen before, and meet some new friends." The words "meet some new friends" made Chen Yan's heart sink. She thought that she was Xiangyu's only friend. She lowered her head and asked Xiangyu in a green voice: "Then how do you meet new friends?"

"Just like you, in the dream, there must be other people who are haunted by hallucinations and dreams like you..." "I'm not the only one..." At the age of 16, these words followed Chen Yan obsessively. From time to time, elephant fish plunge into other people's dreams and never seem to return.Only Dinosaur Bubbles faithfully appear periodically, and the little dinosaur always floats away with a smile. At 8:15 p.m., the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the chaos was opened.There is always someone who wants to be the first to rush out of the classroom, and the passage is instantly blocked.Chen Yan went upstream, walked back to the sixth floor, and packed his schoolbag.

When he got home, Chen Yan was not in the mood to do his homework, and the place on his head where he was hit by the ball was swollen.It was dark outside the window as usual, the new building hadn't been built yet, and there were no human lights.She was holding the pen, but she didn't know where it should land, and her vision was painted with Vaseline. Cheng Ke came to Chen Yan's home with a bunch of homework in his arms, and it was going to be checked tomorrow, so he couldn't finish it by himself. "Help, Chen Yan, I didn't even do the inspection tomorrow." People and people are doomed to keep missing each other, there can be no intersection.The emotions of the two people can never completely correspond. Looking at Cheng Ke who was holding a pile of books, Chen Yan wanted to say something, but she knew that if she said it, she would only be misunderstood.No one cares about the bigness that doesn't exist in other people's worlds. Everyone has their own world, which is sealed and insulated.

Although a little depressed, Chen Yan still took over the homework, somehow trying to pretend he didn't care. She counted all kinds of information, and made a rough calculation, at least to do 2 points. "Why didn't you do it? You can't finish it today!" "I just ask you for help if I can't finish it!" Chen Yan kept most of it, and threw the other half to Cheng Ke: "You can do these yourself, copy what I do..." Cheng Ke took the words: "If they are all the same, the teacher will find out. I can't do it, and I won't even copy it."

"You don't know how to change a few words?" "It's really not!" Chen Yan didn't say anything more, sat down in his seat, and started to help Cheng Ke with his homework. Cheng Ke stood blankly in Chen Yan's room, only the desk lamp was on, and Chen Yan's face was magnified under the light.Golden skin, tiny fine hairs standing up slightly... Her breath fell on his homework, and she would always imitate his handwriting.She will also imitate his parents' handwriting, and every time she meets to check the parents' signature, it is mostly her ghostwriting.

"What are you still standing here for?" Cheng Ke didn't know why he continued to stand here, he walked up to Chen Yan, lifted her soft and yellow hair with his hands, and touched her golden skin.What is he going to do?What was he thinking about?His hands were a little hot, and the ring-shaped lines on his fingers were not in harmony with the fine lines on Chen Yan's face.He increased the intensity, getting closer.Does he have something to say?His eyes were unintelligible.Is his movement stroking?His hands were getting hotter and hotter, expecting Chen Yan's skin to receive the heat.

"Is your head okay?" Cheng Ke asked. Is this question explaining the previous action?Chen Yan didn't have the energy to think about such questions that had no answer or value, so she shook her head and said, "It's all right!" The heat that was almost burning just now disappeared all of a sudden, Chen Yan turned around and sat down, spread out his book to do his homework, and didn't pay any attention to Cheng Ke. He left, walked downstairs alone, but didn't want to go home, sat on the steps and stomped on the voice-activated lights again and again.He even stuck to the door of her house and listened attentively, as if he heard the sound of her writing.

She always falls asleep on the bus, her peaceful breathing interrupted by the jolts of the car.Her neck was limp, shaking with the rhythm.He looked at her, she might hit the glass at any moment, and he was ready to hold her back anytime.Before he handed in his homework, he flipped through it page by page. She was so good at imitating, he almost mistakenly thought it was written by himself.