I am not you
She cast a glance at him across a long period of time.
It is contempt, ridicule, pity and sadness.
It was like watching his tragic life.
Lin Nanyan suddenly clenched his fists.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Qing noticed his abnormality and turned around.
As far as the eye could see, at the end of the street, pedestrians were hurrying under the traffic lights, and there was nothing unusual. She looked at him in confusion.
The girl's voice startled Lin Nanyan. He blinked and said with a smile, "It's okay. I thought I saw an acquaintance. I was wrong."
"Yeah." Jiang Qing didn't care. She looked at Lin Nanyan's face: "You haven't told me how you got the scar on your face."
She reached out and carefully poked the Band-Aid: "Does it hurt?"
Lin Nanyan: "I just accidentally cut myself when I broke a glass while drinking water."
"Why are you so careless? Let me take a look." Jiang Qing reached out to peel off the Band-Aid to take a look at the wound.
"It's a minor injury, it will heal in two days." Lin Nanyan turned his face away, avoiding the girl's fair fingers: "If we delay any longer, we will be late."
"This time, the old class teacher will not let us go easily."
"That's right!" Jiang Qing's attention was instantly diverted. "We need to hurry."
They had just been taught a lesson, so they couldn't make the same mistake again. Thinking of this, she grabbed the boy's hand and ran quickly towards the school.
"It's over. If we're late again, our teacher will definitely complain to our parents. We'd better avoid being scolded if we can."
In the summer morning, the wind still carries a hint of spring gentleness, blowing on all the pedestrians.
The girl's black hair fluttered in the wind, playfully playing with the sunlight, accompanied by trivial warmth, overflowing with happiness, vitality and freedom.
Lin Nanyan's gaze unconsciously fell on the girl.
Jiang Jiang, if one day, I really leave,
If one day I have to make a choice,
I hope you are still you, still happy, and still free.
You will have a happy life, right?
Even if I'm not here, even if... someone else is by your side.
No one replied to him.
He turned to look at the intersection behind him, but there was no one there.
Lin Nanyan, you shouldn't have come back.
You shouldn't... give me hope and then deal me a fatal blow.
I am not you.
But you are my future self.
Jiang Jiang once asked him a question: Is destiny a path predetermined by your feet?
He said at that time that destiny lies in the past, not in the future.
Today, Lin Nanyan still gives the same answer.
The moment I can see you in the future, you have already become my past, right?
You are in the past, and I am in the future.
I am in a future that you cannot reach, and I am also trapped in a past that you cannot see.
If I fail—
Looking at the girl holding his hand tightly, his eyes were filled with dark tides.
Then please, you loser, please help me protect her well.
Along with my share.
A bell rang in the distance, and Jiang Qing finally arrived at the classroom panting at the last second before the bell rang.
"Hey, I'm so tired." She let go of Lin Nanyan's hand, hung her schoolbag aside, and poked Song Shuang in front of her. "What's wrong with you? You look listless. Did your mother scold you?"
"I told you guys not to skip class, look, you're going to get scolded."
Song Shuang, who had been slumped over the table, turned around with dark circles under his eyes and weakly denied, "No, I spent half the night copying the self-criticism."
She collapsed and said, "Five thousand words! Five thousand words! You don't even know how I felt like I was drifting off after copying it. I don't even know how I finished it."
"Luckily, I have Wang Huacheng and my brother. Otherwise, I would have to add time for conception, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to finish it by tomorrow."
As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Qing's face in shock and said, "How come you don't look like you stayed up late at all? You look so rosy."
"Tell me, did someone help you cheat secretly?" As she said this, she glanced at Lin Nanyan who was standing beside her.
The boy's face was pale, and there were a few red bloodshot in his eyes, as if Jiang Qing, the female ghost, had sucked all his energy away by staying up late.
Jiang Qing understood what she meant, but she.
"I would like to, but he can't copy my handwriting. The teacher will recognize it at a glance."
Song Shuang lay down again: "That's true, even a top student can't do anything."
"Thanks for your hard work," she hugged herself distressedly, "Thanks for my hard work too."
After finally making it to the end of the get out of class, several troublemakers lined up in front of the teacher awaiting trial.
Zhang Kuo flipped through the thick paper in his hand, reading it carefully, page by page.
Among the few people, only Jiang Qing was a little nervous. Her plagiarism skills should be pretty good, and it should not be obvious that she plagiarized. After all, Lin Nanyan had looked at it and said there was no problem.
The clock hanging in the office ticked away.
After a long time, Zhang Kuo finally raised his head and looked from right to left.
The good and the bad are all tucked together, it’s a headache to see.
"After this incident, I believe you have reflected deeply on it. I hope this situation will not happen again next time."
That’s great, no one noticed. Jiang Qing felt relieved.
Zhang Kuo: "If you have something to do, I hope you can go through the formal procedures to ask for leave instead of skipping classes again and again."
Jiang Qing's eyes lit up when she heard this. She believed it and was eager to try: "Teacher, will you approve our request for leave?"
Zhang Kuo's face darkened instantly: "No."
"It's already this late, and you're still thinking about taking leave. Have your grades improved? You just want to play every day."
"At the last parent-teacher conference, I told you that you've been studying hard lately, and that even though your grades have dropped, it's understandable. I didn't expect that after just two days of pretending, you'd revert to your old ways, even worse."
"You're about to enter your third year of high school. The next step is the college entrance examination, the most important exam in your life. It determines your future. Everything you have has come to this point, and you're still thinking of asking for leave."
"Please, please, please. What kind of invitations are you making? If they are not necessary or proper, no one will be allowed to apply. Just go to class and study hard."
One sentence brought a severe scolding. Jiang Qing retracted her head like a quail, knowing that it would not be easy.
I don’t want to listen, it’s just a turtle chanting.
Zhang Kuo's gaze fell on the boy on the far right. After a pause, he looked away.
"I'll accept the letter of apology, and take the confiscated snacks."
Jiang Qing obediently came forward to take the snacks away. Zhang Kuo looked at her and couldn't help but remind her: "Don't eat so much junk food. Only by eating can you grow taller."
"I understand, teacher."
Looking at the students' backs as they walked out, his eyes fell on the table.
At the bottom was the self-criticism from transfer student Chen Heng. There was not a single word written on it, but a beating heart was drawn on the snow-white paper.
He recalled the words of his head teacher, Li Feng, in his mind: "Don't worry about him. No matter what Chen Heng does, don't interfere. His current condition, as his parents would say, is already very good."
"As long as he doesn't cause trouble, everything else doesn't matter." Li Feng said calmly. She held the teacup and took a sip.
Looking up and seeing Zhang Kuo still standing before her, she said, "Go out and take care of the students in your class. Pay more attention to them and don't let me lose face in front of the first-year head teacher."
"I understand, Director Li." Zhang Kuo walked out and closed the door behind him.
He was puzzled. You know, as the only female grade director among the three high school grades, Li Feng has always been decisive and strict in enforcing discipline.
Now, first they use the back door to stuff Chen Heng into their Class Nine, and then they don't let him take care of Chen Heng's affairs. This is very abnormal.
Zhang Kuo got angry when he thought about this. How come, as the class teacher, he didn’t have the right to know the specific situation of the students?
They threw him a hot potato and didn't care about his life or death. This time, because the student was caught skipping class, he was fined a hundred yuan.
That’s a hundred dollars!
If Chen Heng gets into trouble again next time, you can just not tell me and don’t deduct my money!
In the office, after Zhang Kuo left, Li Feng picked up the phone on the desk and made a call.
"Currently, Chen Heng is very well behaved in our school and hasn't done anything out of line."
"Yes, there was no swearing, no fighting, and certainly no isolating or bullying others."
"It's just him... It's nothing. If there are any questions, I will communicate with you again."
"Okay, thank you for your support of our school. I thank you on behalf of our students."
After hearing what was said on the other end, Li Feng put down the phone and looked at the information in her hand. She sighed deeply.
A few thin pages of paper recorded Chen Heng's past misdeeds. According to her idea, she did not want to accept this student.
Although Chen Heng's performance in recent days has not been a big problem and he does not seem to be the terrible bad student described in the information, but empty learning does not bring wind, and it is unknown how long he can maintain this peaceful state.
But who made her too greedy?
You've brought this upon yourself, so you'll have to bear the consequences.
In a corner of the school playground, Jiang Qing was silent and didn't dare to speak. She didn't know why a few people suddenly came to the playground while walking.
Looking up to the left, it was Lin Nanyan. Turning to the right, Chen Heng was also there.
The two men were sandwiched around her like two door gods. She couldn't turn left or right, and could only walk straight ahead with an empty mind.
Jiang Qing seemed to be able to hear the social dead scene of Song Shuang and Ye Meiyan whispering crickets behind her.
Oh my god! Help!
You two guys who are just watching the show! Stop watching!
Jiang Qing, who was originally embarrassed about what happened yesterday, was used to being embarrassed. At this moment, facing the two boys, she was left speechless.
She stopped and lay there in a mess.
Love is what it is.
Chen Heng and Lin Nanyan looked at each other above the girl's head, and he seemed to understand something.
Looking down at the girl, he said, "You haven't finished the rest of my confession yesterday."
Jiang Qing didn't expect Chen Heng to bring up this topic again in front of everyone.
Yes, matters of the heart should be made clear.
"Let's go over there and talk alone," she turned around and looked at the people behind her, "You guys go back first."
"Okay." Lin Nanyan stood where he was and watched Jiang Qing walk away.
Song Shuang walked leisurely and stopped beside him, looking at the backs of the two people. She exclaimed in admiration: "Look, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, what a perfect match."
Glancing at the seemingly calm boy, she continued, "Our Jiang Jiang is such a good girl, but there are many people who like her. For some people, it will be too late if they don't take the initiative now."
Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes without saying a word, then turned and went back to the classroom.
Song Shuang: ...
She complained to Ye Meiyan from behind: "Hey! Why are you pretending to be so cool? He'll regret it when Jiang Jiang gets chased away by someone else."
Ye Meiyan, who had been listening to Song Shuang's chattering all the way without saying a word, said: "..."
She turned and left too.
"Hey! Wait for me, let's go back together." Song Shuang hurriedly followed.
Chen Heng and Jiang Qing ran along the playground track and finally arrived at the stands.
Chen Heng unbuttoned his coat and casually placed it on the steps: "Sit here, the ground is cold."
"Thank you." Jiang Qing sat down.
Birds flew by in the distance, and green tree branches clung to the wall, peeking out.
Chen Heng turned to look at the girl: "Jiang Qing, I like you, and I'm serious."
The boy's upper body leaned back, his hands supported behind his back. His clothes clung to his body due to gravity during the movement, and his full and smooth muscle lines were faintly visible. His messy black hair covered one eyebrow, revealing vitality and boldness everywhere.
He looked up at the sky, lost in memories.
"When we first met, you were wearing a white hat, a small person picking up something in the surging crowd. I noticed you right away."
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