Ye Zhan said: "You don't want to say that you are this boy?"
"…My taste isn't that strong, is it?"
I felt speechless. "That's good."
Ye Zhan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's ok that you used the beauty trick on Zhou Mo and Bai Qing, but if you use the same trick on He Juan, I will really admire your love for all. What kind of girl is this?"
You can do it, too."
"Hey, I never used any beauty tricks. I impressed them both with my sincerity."
"So, you want to impress He Juan with your sincerity now?"
"Actually, I want to help her."
I said, "After listening to your story, I feel that she is also a pitiful person. I want to try to get close to her heart and see if I can help her get out of the shadow of three years ago."
"He Juan probably won't give you the chance to get close to her."
Ye Zhan smiled and said, "If you get too close to her, you'll only be greeted by the steel pipe."
"How do you know if you don't try?"
I smiled and said, "Besides, I have legs. If she insists on hitting me, then I will just run away."
After I said this, Ye Zhan looked at me seriously.
I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Ye Zhan said: "Sometimes I don't think you are a jerk."
"What do I look like?"
"Like a hero who cares about the people."
Ye Zhan said: "I always want to use the sword in my hand to cut off all the injustices in the world."
I laughed. “Wouldn’t that be great?”
"It is very good."
Ye Zhan said: "But I'm worried that your sword is not sharp enough."
"It's okay, just take your time."
I stretched myself and said, "Maybe it's because I've experienced injustice myself, so I'm always particularly angry when I see 'injustice'. Since I've tasted the pain and now
Once you have come out of it, you have an obligation to help more people come out of their pain.”
Ye Zhan smiled: "Okay, I'll help you sharpen your sword."
On the way home from school in the afternoon, He Juan was surrounded by many people, both boys and girls. There was no need to worry about the "ten-person" rule outside the school, so her brothers could go home together. As everyone went their own way, fewer and fewer people walked with He Juan, and finally she was the only one left, slowly turning into her own neighborhood.
Maybe life is like this. Maybe you will have companions in the early stages, but in the end you will always have to walk alone.
After walking such a long distance, He Juan was already exhausted and out of breath.
Since she gained weight, she has been too lazy to walk, even on the way home. Every extra step is like torture.
Go like a man.
When He Juan walked downstairs to her house, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath for a while before taking out her key to open the security door of her unit.
When she inserted the key into the hole, her eyes froze. On the security door, there was a photo. The girl in the photo was beautiful, but to He Juan it was a painful memory.
He tore the photo off and looked around angrily: "Who, who is it?"!
I walked out from the corner, looked at He Juan and said, "It's me."
When He Juan saw that it was me, she immediately looked around cautiously and pretended to touch the sleeve. In fact, I knew there was no steel pipe inside, and no one would bring that kind of thing home.
I spread my hands: "I have no ill intentions, and I am the only one here."
Then I patted myself, to tell her that I didn't bring any weapons.
"hey-hey."
He Juan laughed: "You want to attack me by yourself? You really don't take me seriously."
As he spoke, he walked over with his fingers pinched. I took two steps back and said with a wry smile: "I'm not here to fight with you, I just want to have a good talk with you."
"What to talk about? What do I have to talk about with you?"!
He Juan stood in front of me, looking at me fiercely, like a tiger staring at its prey. I was ready to run away, and said, "Let's talk
The photo I just posted on the door."
He Juan's face suddenly darkened: "Where did you get this photo?"
Then he tore the photo into powder in front of me, while looking at me fiercely.
"Actually it's useless even if you tear it up."
I pulled out a stack of papers from my pocket: "I copied a lot of them."
"Are you sick?"!
When He Juan saw the stack of photos of herself from three years ago, she became mentally unwell and punched me.
The person playing the piano said: I’m a little stuck…
Bad Youth
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