Zeus, the first woman on earth made of clay, was given to mankind as punishment for prometheus's maker and fire theft. The gods also joined in to give her a more seductive charm. When Pandora opens the box, she unleashes all the evil in the world
Greed, hypocrisy, slander, jealousy, pain, etc., only hope is forever locked in a magic box.
It's late autumn, and school is a week old. The new homeroom teacher was a physics teacher, and Wen Yan didn't feel a sense of admiration rising in his heart when he looked at the way he was lecturing in class, and it felt like he had been waiting for an ice cream that he had just received for a long time, and he took a sweet bite.
After school, he slowly packed up his school bag, and casually Wen Yan walked to the bicycle shed to see Wu Yue, who was looking at Wen Yan with a smile on his face, nagging like an old woman who kept saying that Wen Yan knew that Wu Yue liked her, but Wu Yue would always be Wu Yue, not the moon in the sky, and Wen Yan rode away on a displeased face.
The most beautiful age meets the purest love, those young boys and girls who do not know what seems to know something, they whisper something, laugh loudly from time to time, and are happy from time to time. But in Wen Yan's eyes, they were like a transparent mirror, really boring and tight.
In the late autumn, Wen Yan sat in the classroom wearing a plaid shirt, and she was like a miniature version of Zhou Huimin on the screen of that era. It was so bright and moving that even the chemistry teacher answered the questions by the first name every time. Standing tall, with a nervous, slightly shy expression, this is perhaps the best age.
Winters in the north are long and dark, and the road to school is like a long march away. Whenever it snowed, Wen Yan walked to the school wearing thick cotton shoes one foot deep and one foot shallow, and her heart was filled with a lamp, and that lamp was the eyes of the class teacher, and those eyes were like wolves looking for prey in the dark, and Wen Yan mistakenly thought it was a warm light.
In one physics class, I listened very carefully to the text. The teacher said that he wanted to take the test to see how well the students mastered, subconsciously glanced at Wen Yan, and for a moment Wen Yan lowered his head, "Wen Yan, you answer, is the circuit diagram connected in series or parallel?" Wen Yan, who had long been familiar with the answer, sat down smoothly and still did not dare to look into the teacher's eyes, as if the burning heat could burn a person.
At night, she returned home to keep a diary. She remembered that when she first entered the class, the class teacher did not stay on her too much. Suddenly, one day, it was as if she had stumbled upon her during the lecture, and then because she had listened too carefully, there were only two of them left in the classroom where the lecture was given in an instant. From that day, Wen Yan knew that his efforts had entered the teacher's heart and was seen by him.
This is tantamount to playing with fire, and Wen Yan knows it clearly in his heart. But at the same time, she told herself that I had done nothing, and what could others know? Adoration couldn't be more normal. If the future text goes back to the past, she will definitely say don't try those forbidden areas, you can't afford the consequences.
The old wenyan only knew how to study, and knew that his world was like Daiyu's world, so fine and dusty. I listened to it over and over again, but in reality it was still unfazed.
Wen Yan knows where he appears, and he will generally appear unconsciously, and even when he plays basketball, he will think he is very handsome. Even his occasional soaring English would find it funny, revealing a strong taste.
Finally, when it was time to finish, on the eve of graduation, the exam precautions were repeated to everyone, and when I said goodbye, Wen Yan stopped the class teacher and asked if I could leave his phone number. A number was imprinted on her mind, and perhaps the phone number would never be used, she thought.
Things in the world are always between yin and yang, and what Wen Yan thinks is not what the world thinks. The world still follows its established procedures, and the literary language is just a pawn in this world.
Zha Sifen did not enter the focus, and Wen Yan was beaten to a rural high school. She complained to her former class teacher like a degraded official like a former boss asking for help, but Wen Yan did not know that no one could help her, just like a drowning person grasping the last straw.
When she thought he could help her, she made a cognitive mistake. It took her fifteen years to eliminate this mistake. No one in this world can help anyone, everyone is an island.
When that summer vacation was waiting for the answer in his heart, that Pandora's box had been sneering in the dark. Wen Yan Ah Wen Yan, thin you, pure mind you, lonely and arrogant you, do you know where you stepped into?
On that hot and dry summer afternoon, I walked into the empty campus. Seeing the familiar faces that had been separated for a long time, Wen Yan's heart settled down. Telling her story of her own encounter, she couldn't help but cry, only to see that hand clapped her head, at first like her father's hand, so warm, so familiar, slowly Wen Yan no longer cried. The hands slid down the shoulders and slid down to the armpits. The girl's innate sensitivity has triggered the alarm, the brain can not respond in a short time, the stuck words like a wooden chicken do not dare to move, the hand is not doing the action. When someone called him, Wen Yan excused that her parents wanted to call her and then immediately pulled out her leg and left. When she went downstairs, she looked at the second floor and looked at the man who was waving to her.
Pandora's box is closed in time by Wen Yan, but Hope is also locked up at the same time.
When the box was reopened, Wen Yan could be reborn, but that was fifteen years later.