1.
All along, it has been an ordinary girl like a water molecule, with a natural stable and reassuring balance, but also has the disadvantage of blending into the crowd and can no longer be highlighted.
And countless molecules with similar structures, regardless of each other, do the same actions every day, show the same expression, use the same voice and tone, open a mouth, words like ink droplets melt into the water and disappear in an instant, it is never possible to make a splash.
All that comes out is the air.
Possess superpowers that were only fantasized about at a very young age.
As the age accumulates, until it understands the criticality of the weight of reality, without anyone's guidance, I learn to cope with all kinds of dissatisfaction with helpless sighs and bitter smiles.
The measure is just right, so there is a small thing called "laughing through" often happens.
The former classmate let go of the hand holding the door of the teaching building, and the iron door bounced back, wiping the sleeve of Wen Ying's white school uniform.
The girl leaned her head sideways, and a little rust stayed in the middle of the large white, too eye-catching.
Wen Ying still just smiled and passed, and after the whiskers, she re-entered the crowd to participate in the flag-raising ceremony.
At that time, Wen Ying never had the luxury of expecting a miracle to happen to her.
I couldn't imagine, nor did I notice that a "whoosh" behind me opened a beautiful sky light.
It had rained last night, the temperature was low enough to allow the water vapor to evaporate, the grassland remained damp, and shoes made a "crunching" sound when they stepped on it.
The sunlight flows still above the large light gray clouds, and when it finds the thinness of the uneven clouds, it pours out.
The human spirit is invigorated.
The director of education was nagging about "how to welcome the arrival of the Civilized Demonstration School Assessment Team", which was nothing more than a trick.
The students were so irritable that they wanted to go to the ground immediately.
Wen Ying looked aimlessly.
Suddenly, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a little boy about five or six years old standing on the viewing platform in addition to the director of teaching.
How could a child be in such a place?
Wen Ying rubbed her eyes vigorously, and looking further ahead, the mysterious little boy still did not disappear.
It's not an illusion, it's still weird.
The next situation was even more unexpected, and the little boy jumped behind the director of the teaching and made small movements, making a grimace, and comically circling around his legs.
Wen Ying "poofed" and laughed out loud.
But everyone around them was expressionless as if they hadn't seen anything, and their faces were cold and impatient.
It is more reasonable to say that the group lacks interest than to say that there is no seeing at all.
What the hell is going on?
Wen Ying was confused, unable to understand whether it was someone else's collective problem or her own problem.
It is more likely that the latter is the case.
In any case, inexplicably seeing something that others can't see is definitely not something that can be calmly handled.
The boy's movements on the stage are getting bigger and bigger.
Along with the observation of the students around her, Wen Ying's heart gradually sank.
Where a wave of fear grew, haunting each blood vessel and growing to the ends.
It is not unheard of the existence of people with such superpowers as yin and yang eyes.
But since I was born, there has been nothing unusual, and I have grown up peacefully and calmly.
Suddenly having some kind of superpower is like a fairy tale, as if the originally straight line segment has a turn from the middle, and the left and right sides bend out of a completely different path.
Wen Ying clenched her fists nervously, and her palms were full of sweat.
Nor is it exactly nervous, can not say there is no excitement.
Yin and yang eyes.
Can see the undead of other time and space that others can't see.
Without warning, he descended from the sky and stood before him.
Sounds like a miracle.
Wen Ying's K class was sparsely staffed, much shorter than the length of other classes.
The girl turned her head in the inertia of looking east and west, and her eyes quickly landed on an abnormal face.
At the end of the A class team, a tall, thin boy with a dark complexion and a handsome face did not matter.
The most crucial issue at this point was his expression.
Mixed in the middle of the infinitely spreading indifferent faces around him—wanting to laugh and force himself to endure, squeezing his mouth hard.
After half a day, I had to move my eyes from the viewing platform to the lawn at my feet.
The distance was very close, so Wen Ying's gaze still caught the movement of his face line changing slightly after he lowered his head.
2.
I wanted to find out the boy's name.
However, this is more difficult for Wen Ying, whose interpersonal relationship is so simple that the whole school is familiar with the only uncle of the janitor, than ascending to the sky.
A smiling face that tried its best to conceal it became a vague and illusory existence, stranded in memory.
Seven days have passed.
After class that day, Wen Ying walked in the direction of home with a heavy school bag.
Suddenly, a bunch of people who were noisy on the side of the road slowed down.
A couple of guys in their twenties pushed a kid around the middle.
Wen Ying probed the probe and was surprised to find that the "little friend" in the middle was the little ghost head who was playing with the teaching director on the viewing platform last week.
Girls face creatures in the unknown world, and their courage is greater than usual.
A little closer, a voice like a mosquito's cry, "Now, don't bully him."
The noise quickly dissipated.
In the suffocating silence, several ghosts looked back at Wen Sakura at the same time.
Although he had done his best to straighten his waist, his miserable white face still showed a weak horse's feet.
Wen Ying plucked up enough courage to stay where he was and did not retreat, even if the other party gave up the little boy and came around him, even if the other party's eyes could not find any friendliness.
In the current situation, is it about to change from "living to seeing ghosts" to "hauntings"?
Invisible, passers-by can't see them, not even for help.
The girl swallowed nervously.
The leading ghost seemed to smile for a moment, and finally slowly began to speak, "What do we see if he is not pleasing to you?"
The girl wanted to talk back, but she couldn't find a rebuttal.
It was also true that the other party and themselves were not people of the same world at all.
Seeing righteousness and courage is a virtue of human society, but can ghosts understand it?
Fear and helplessness coupled with lack of confidence, rarely did a courageous thing, but in exchange for the result that even breathing became difficult.
The ghost saw the flaw, and even more brazenly stepped forward and repeatedly asked, "What is the matter with you?"
It is said that the unlucky will continue to be unlucky.
This statement is not false at all applied to Wen Ying.
Suddenly there is a little more excitement in life, to be able to see the wandering soul, but there is no slightest ability to protect itself, it is better not to see.
Suppose that if the boy who was helping at that time did not appear in time, it was difficult to know what fate he would be tortured by those evil spirits.
Wen Ying's face finally recovered, and in the face of the boy who had just skillfully chanted the spell and cast the spell to drive away the wandering soul, it took half a day to squeeze out a sentence almost adoringly: "So powerful!" The voice was so faint that it was more like talking to itself.
The boy could hear clearly, turned his head sideways toward the girl, and was not comfortable being praised.
The atmosphere was a bit stiff.
The little ghost who had not noticed suddenly jumped out of the corner of the wall, looked at Wen Ying gratefully, turned his eyes to the boy, and panicked again, and quickly escaped from the sight of the two people.
"He..." The boy didn't quite understand, pointing to the place where the little boy had disappeared.
The girl reacted, "Ah, so does he." Instead, he immediately became curious, "How could you..."
The boy's nerves also relaxed, and he explained without much concern: "Our family, it sounds a little ridiculous, but it is indeed a psychic family." This skill is still necessary."
Psychic family?
The girl's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't find any other words, so she had to sigh again: "It's so powerful!"
Directly and completely embarrassing, the boy subconsciously scratched his head: "It's not very powerful." I'm not good at learning, and as you just saw, I can't tell the difference between people and ghosts."
"But how do you know that the previous group was a ghost?"
"Obvious, huh?" The boy was a little weak in his heart, "Who would wear Ming Dynasty clothes to go shopping in the daytime?"
After reminding Wen Ying, she suddenly remembered that there was indeed a strange costumed person mixed in.
The girl was stunned, and the boy had already walked past her: "But you will still have less friction with them in the future." Some ghosts are still very dangerous, otherwise there would be no psychic."
Wen Ying followed up with the curiosity, "Does the psychic also have the magic to deal with exams?"
The boy was a little helpless: "You think too much."
"Because the last time I saw you in Class A."
This is actually a doubt about the boy's intelligence, but he doesn't seem to care much, but laughs: "Are you in the K class right?"
The girl nodded her head in agreement while secretly sighing, "What an easy-going person."
"What's your name?"
"Wen Ying."
"My name is Qiu Yi, you have to remember."
"Huh?" Why?" The girl unconsciously stopped.
The boy looked back at her.
The sky was still hazy, heavy clouds rolling overhead, and occasionally a ray of light fell at the junction of clouds and clouds.
But if you really felt like you were entangled in a plant with thick branches and vines, and your heart hurt fiercely, you would never suspect that the light was a faint imagination.
You'll remember him looking back at you, squinting slightly, smiling softly, and telling you, "Because the name is the shortest spell."
3.
Even if a small corner of life flashed a happy and warm shredded light, a large area of deserted areas was still as cold as ever.
Although Wen Ying has the misfortune of her father's death and her mother's remarriage, it is difficult for such an introverted and dull and unpleasant girl to be sympathetic. Her distasteful stepfather often described her as "yin and yang weirdness".
In fact, Wen Ying was just ignored for too long, forgetting how to talk to people after opening her mouth.
Because there are people around you who hate yourself, you must carefully maintain your almost non-existent existence and try not to do anything to affect the lives of others.
When she returned home from class, Wen Ying would never be able to knock on the door and shout at someone.
But today the situation is a little special, and the hand reaches into the side pocket of the bag but cannot touch the key.
The thorn suddenly poked out from under the skin, and sat down at the last step of the stairs in the doorway with a blank mind.
After thinking about it for a long time, if the stepfather came to open the door after shouting, he would definitely have to look at the face for a long time.
So I decided that I might as well turn around and see where the key had fallen on the road.
Anyway, no one will care if they don't go home on time.
After entering the autumn, it always rained for several days in a row, and the girls tried to avoid the stagnant water, but they still could not avoid wetting the tip of their shoes. A small piece of coolness is transmitted throughout the body along with the nerve endings.
A bigger and broader coolness comes from the heart.
The reflection of the street lamp reflected on the ground in front of it, a golden shining patch, but it maintained the same speed as walking forward, staying in a place that could never be reached.
Since when, whether at home or at school, it has become a neglected existence.
The math teacher occasionally called himself up to speak.
But he was too angry, and his voice was not enough for the whole class to hear.
More often, because I didn't know the answer, I was embarrassed to look down at the seat and blush.
Over time, the teacher knew that she was not good enough to be thin-skinned, and out of kindness, she did not name her.
In this way, there was no longer any evidence that he survived in this class.
Going to school, school, class, and home every day, I can't say a word.
Nor did anyone's gaze stay on her for a brief moment.
The man who once loved him the most in the world left.
When the father left, he took his mother's hand in front of Wen Ying and said that he must raise his daughter well.
Her mother cried and agreed, but then she reneged on her word.
She remarried and had children again.
It's a boy, pampered.
Father is in heaven, he can see everything, will he feel sorry for such a daughter?
Wen Ying squatted down to pick up the key that had fallen to the side of the road.
Looking around, I remembered that two hours ago, here, there was a boy smiling at himself.
He told himself his name in a magical voice, the safest, shortest and warmest incantation.
With just one thought, he can appear to protect himself.
Two hours ago, my arm suddenly couldn't hold back, causing my school bag to fall into the dirty muddy water.
4.
The PE teacher asked the two of them to do stretch recovery exercises in groups, but they did not think that the class size was exactly odd.
Wen Ying must have become the extra one.
Bored, I wandered around the gymnasium and finally shook out the door.
Like an invisible man, no one notices when he is missing.
"Ah, you're here too, PE class?" The boy who was waiting at the door of the equipment room to return the basketball suddenly turned to himself, startled the girl, and slowed down to find that it was Qiu Yi.
Wen Ying was happy, "Well, it's almost time for class."
"Let's go home after class." There is a period of the same road, I am afraid that you will encounter something bad again."
Wen Ying's face was hot, "Hmm. Having yin and yang eyes is really not a good thing."
The boy laughed, "Do you know how much effort some psychics have to do without this talent to see?"
"Then I don't care, who wants who takes it." Girls are outspoken.
Qiu Yi thought this girl was very interesting.
By the time the leaves on the tree had almost completely fallen, the connection between the two people was far more than just having some kind of superpower in common.
Qiu Yi's home is between Wen Ying's house and the school, but it takes An hour for Wen Ying to go home, and it takes an hour and a half for Qiu Yi to go home.
The reason is all because of the boy's warm desire to protect people' hearts.
"Actually, you don't have to send me back."
The abnormal care makes the girl a little unaccustomed.
"I'll be grateful if you say this a few times less."
"Are you a Pisces boy?" Whim.
"No, it's not." I'm a Scorpio. What's the problem?"
"That's weird, there's no reason why people are so good."
"Oh. Do you believe this?"
"Aaaah!" The girl suddenly grasped the crux of the matter, "Isn't Scorpio's birthday coming soon?"
"It's over." Last week."
"Huh?" Why don't you tell me?"
"You didn't ask."
Wen Ying was stunned.
Things that were originally thought to be important were missed unconsciously.
It has a lot to do with my too quiet personality.
Didn't ask about it.
Qiu Yi sensed that the girl had not followed up in time, and turned back to comfort her: "What's it! Anyway, I hate birthdays."
"Why?" Girls can't understand.
"When you grow up, you have to take on a lot of responsibilities. In addition to the work and family that normal people have to do, our boys also have to deal with this ghost and that demon. The future is all up to you, so there's nothing to look forward to."
"Oh, you think so much..." Wen Ying didn't know what to say.
"You're a Cancer, right?"
"Well, how do you know?"
"Guess what." It is said that Cancer people and Scorpio are a perfect match. I think you and I'm in tune with each other."
"Yes, yes?" The girl lowered her head and did not dare to look at people, and she was afraid of being seen to see her face that was already red to the root of her ear.
The boy smiled and took the bag she had struggled with: "Most people listen to me saying this and will advise me to 'want to open everything', 'have ideals' and so on." It's all preaching."
「...... I'm just not good at eloquence." Wen Ying narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy.
In fact, it is not entirely understandable how such a good person can have the idea of "not expecting the future".
Contrary to Qiu Yi, Wen Ying was extremely eager to escape from the present.
No one loves, no one cares, no one even realizes their existence, such a helpless and desperate situation, who wants to stay here?
But even if she fled, Wen Ying could foresee that her future self might not be better than her current situation.
Even if it doesn't get any worse, it can't be relieved.
I think about how other people enjoyed happiness in high school, and how I lived like a year in high school.
Not reconciled.
In the future, I will definitely feel unwilling.
On the day when autumn was coming to an end, Qiu Yi parted the weight of Wen Ying's school bag, and his almost spoiled gaze fell on her, and he shook his head slightly: "You are completely different from them."
5.
In fact, there is a way to completely freeze time, and it is very simple.
But everyone hardly thinks about it, and even if they know, they won't have the courage to practice it.
After possessing superpowers for a long time, he gradually learned to distinguish between people and ghosts.
Every time we meet, it's a slight difference from the last time, it's people.
And the image is forever frozen in the ghost.
This sometimes doesn't work in schools, because students wear school uniforms day after day and don't dare to engage in exaggerated styling.
He has a cookie-cutter face and a cookie-cutter expression.
Coupled with the fact that Shenghua Middle School did not have yin qi to attract many ghosts, the potential training for Wen Ying was greatly reduced.
Wen Ying slowly understood the reason why Qiu Yi was still only a half-hanging psychic.
There are other ways to judge.
For example, people are always busy and ghosts are always wandering.
But accuracy is debatable, and there are also people in human beings who have become excellent because they are extremely neglected and have nothing to do passively.
Wen Ying herself is a perfectly sufficient example.
Would it be happier to stop time with death?
Wen Ying sometimes wanted to ask, but she was afraid of admitting that humans were wrong, and she never found the opportunity.
As for the only identified little ghost head, it was often seen far away on campus, and when it ran closer, it was gone.
Answered that word — out of the blue.
"What do you think of those ghosts?" Wen Ying, who was waiting for him to go to school downstairs at the boy's house, asked.
Qiu Yi bit the milk bag in his mouth and tied his shoelaces tightly and straightened up: "No idea, it's not a world."
"Huh?" Haven't you ever made friends with them?"
"Huh?" Make friends with ghosts?" The boy sneered, "Your idea is too sci-fi, right?"
"What's the science fiction?" Ghosts can also talk, have feelings, will be happy and sad, and will not casually tell others your secrets, why can't you be friends with them?" 」
The boy was suddenly stunned by the girl's rhetorical question.
An issue that had never been considered before.
Finally, the outline of the boy's face curved a little, "You have a point."
Science fiction?
Not at all.
A lot of things we don't believe in are just because we are shallow or incompetent.
How dare Wen Ying, who was almost mediocre at the beginning, imagine that she would one day have superpowers?
Not to mention fantasies and making friends with ghosts.
However, when mentioning it like this, Wen Ying thought again that since she had such an ability, she should not waste it in vain.
Why not be friends with ghosts?
They are as laid back as you are, with large chunks of free time.
Most of them are as kind as you, but they just don't know what has pulled them around you.
They can see you and sometimes smile at you from a distance as a greeting, and you can see them.
Wen Ying suddenly felt that her life was lit up by an inch of light from nowhere.
If you see the little devil head again, be sure to talk to him.
6.
"Have you ever expected a miracle?"
This question is far more important than "what do you think of those ghosts?"
Wen Ying naturally asked Qiu Yi earlier.
The boy hesitated for half a moment to give an answer: "I don't know what kind of miracle you are referring to."
"For example, things like having yin and yang eyes that can't be explained by common sense."
"Yin and yang eyes or whatever, it's not what I want." So I don't think I'm expecting anything."
"You're a strange person too."
I didn't expect anything, but I got everything that was enviable.
A good family, a great mind, exceptional talents, and more advantages that cannot be measured at first glance.
Sometimes he couldn't go home together after school because the boys called him to play ball, or the girls blocked him for hospitality.
Wen Ying gradually realized that Qiu Yi was still a different person from himself.
If it weren't for the same superpowers, even if two classes were next to each other when doing exercises in the same grade on the same campus, maybe they wouldn't be able to say a word until graduation.
Maybe when you grow up on the street, you won't react at all, "Well, this guy is in the same school as me in high school."
When my father was alive, he said that man came into this world as the result of a series of miraculous actions.
Standing out from every one in 10,000 possibilities and finally becoming a unique individual is a blessing that is more cherished than the lottery.
After her father's death, Wen Ying always thought that maybe he was wrong.
Perhaps finding the only one among the six billion people on this planet who is willing to love and care for himself is a miracle more worthy of cherishing than being born.
One day, after class, I ran out of the back door of the classroom and saw a beautiful girl from Class C walking toward Qiu Yi, who was waiting at the door of the teaching building. Wen Ying hesitated for a moment, stopped, and quietly looked at the boy's location.
"What's going on with you lately, you're so lonely, you can't deny your relatives because you want to take the college entrance examination." Let's get together this weekend, just the ones who are better in the class. Haruka is about to go abroad, so let's give him a ride."
"..." Qiu Yi didn't make a sound and glanced at the K class classroom.
Wen Ying quickly shrank back inside.
The girl in Class C also looked back at Wen Ying curiously, "Who are you looking at?"
"Nothing. Recently, my studies have been too heavy, and I can't do anything to beat the spirits. That's it, this weekend."
"Don't tie the strings too tightly, beware of breaking them." There are still half a year, don't collapse yourself first," the girl said goodbye to him by waving her hand, "pay attention to the body."
When Wen Ying quickly walked a few steps to the boy's side, he asked, "What did you hide just now?"
"Luckily I wasn't seen."
The boy asked, "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm sorry." Girls still talk to themselves in another way.
"What's sorry?"
"Because I always stay with me, I am also infected and withdrawn."
The boy was amused: "I have never heard that loneliness can be contagious."
Half a day later, he said, "It has nothing to do with you." Before, I didn't like to mess with them, tired and bored, and my friends said that they could insert knives in both ribs, but I felt that there were very few sincere ones. Although I don't like it, only in this way is it a normal state, so I have to deal with it. I think it's good now."
Seeing that the girl was in a daze again, Qiu Yi turned his head sideways and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Wen Ying shook her head, and her voice was a little jerky: "Nothing."
I was thinking about making a pact with myself.
New Year's Day all-night garden festival, if you can successfully find Qiu Yi in the vast sea of people before the New Year's bell rings, you must summon up the courage to confess to him.
Because......
Meeting you is the most beautiful and best miracle of my life.
7.
In fact, Wen Ying still did not have the courage and courage to find herself the most difficult challenge.
It's really hard to find someone when it comes to the all-night garden festival.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Wen Ying had to finish checking the playground area and preparing to transfer to the teaching area, only to suddenly realize that Qiu Yi was also a living person and would change directions.
It is impossible to settle in a place and wait for yourself to find it.
Thinking that I was a little discouraged, it seemed that the confession was about to become an impossible event.
Wen Ying sat down depressed at the steps, not far away a beating figure trajectory was a little strange, the girl repeatedly rubbed her eyes to find that it was not her own problem, it was the little ghost head.
The girl was a little excited and out of control, completely ignoring the classmates around her, shouting, "Hey! feed! Wait a minute."
When I came back to God, I felt ashamed.
Fortunately, the whole school is soaked up in the festive atmosphere, noisy and noisy, even if it is shouted loudly, it will not attract attention.
However, the little devil's head heard it this time, and ran over happily: "Ah, it's you!" Thank you last time!"
"I didn't help much." Wen Ying spread her hands helplessly, "I myself am useless."
"Hmm. I see it." The little devil's head was telling the truth and sat down next to her.
"What's your name?"
"Can't tell you."
"Huh?"
"It's not easy for us ghosts to tell people their names casually, and if you always scream, I'll be fixed in place and can't move."
"Really?" That's the way it is."
"What is the way it is?"
"Qiu Yi told me that 'the name is the shortest spell' originally meant this."
"Hmm. He was right. Was it the boy last time?"
"Yes."
"You two are a good match." You like him, don't you?"
"Huh?" Do ghosts like to talk like this to the point?
Wen Ying's heart was very empty, and she wanted to cover up carelessly: "You little child, don't worry about this heart." You don't understand."
"What child?" Don't look at me like this. I didn't have this school when I died!"
Wen Ying reacted, "Ah! Forgot! So you're more than ten years older than me. How did you die?"
"I went to the beach to swim and drowned in a typhoon." The boy said it lightly.
"Oh, I thought it had something to do with this school."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I always see you hanging around in school."
As soon as Wen Ying said this, the little devil's head immediately changed his face, and his face sank down and pulled the elder, "I hate your school!"
"Why?"
"Hold my grave down."
Wen Ying was startled, "Yes, I did hear earlier that the school used to be a cemetery, but I thought it was a rumor." Because every school has similar rumors."
"The reason why ghosts wander around in the human world and don't rush to reincarnate is probably because they are unwilling, they have very strong wishes that have not been fulfilled, my situation is a little special, and it cannot be considered completely special, the stone is pressing on me all day long, and I am not willing to remove it." 」
Wen Ying laughed, "Your 'strong wish' is really easy to fulfill." Then remove it."
"You can say it easily, how could I move away when I was so young when I died?"
Wen Ying stopped laughing and wondered, "Which stone?"
"That's a big piece of writing."
After half a day, the girl still didn't want to understand which piece it was, and the little devil's head simply pulled her directly to the school gate, and when she arrived, Wen Ying suddenly woke up: "Oh, it is the piece that wrote 'Respect the Teacher's Heavy Way'." I'll help you, I think I should move this away."
Wen Ying had never overestimated her abilities, and this time was no exception.
It was easy to move the stones to the lawn next to it.
The little devil head looked much happier than before, but it still became a little strange.
Wen Ying reached out to pull him, ready to take him back, but pounced and passed through his body.
The girl was so frightened that she unconsciously took two steps back: "What's wrong with you?"
The little devil's head was still very happy: "Not much, ready to go back."
"Go back?"
"Didn't my wish come true?" Finally relieved." As he spoke, his body became more and more transparent.
This is also true, although it is a good thing, but Wen Ying still can't help but be sad.
It wasn't until he finally disappeared completely, dissipating in the dark night sky, that the girl came back from her trance.
Be sure to go find Qiu Yi.
Be sure to find him.
I also don't want to leave regrets, nor do I want to be unhappy after death.
8.
It is also an unintentional glance upwards, with a bit of the meaning of "depressed to look at the sky".
In the last five minutes of the year, Wen Ying saw Qiu Yi leaning on the railing on the fourth floor and chatting with her classmates.
For an instant, the whole world was suddenly silent, and there was not a single string sound.
All visible and invisible light flows through the air.
It seemed to be all the warmth that came out of the teenager's face.
Although the distance is very far, with the knowledge of him accumulated little by little every hour of the usual day, I know every look, every tone, every pause when he speaks.
Know everything about him as he knows everything about himself.
He had told himself the most important name of the psychic, meaning that he was someone he was willing to protect.
He would say, "You're right, when you think about it, instead of laughing at yourself for being different."
The mere fact that he had one look on himself made people feel warm.
Even if he doesn't open his mouth, he can understand what he wants to say.
It's such a person.
It is a person who seems to stop as long as he is with him for a long time.
He is the only person in the whole world who cares about himself and the person who cares most about himself.
It is a person that must not be missed.
Wen Ying took a deep breath, ran through the patio in the middle of the teaching building to the Yongdao, and ran all the way down the Yongdao into the teaching building.
However, I heard those fragmented conversations at the door.
"The pressure is so great that they want to jump off the building, and the people in the first and second years of high school still play such a happy game, which is really 'the businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country'." 」 The girl who passed by herself sighed loudly.
"Didn't anyone in our school in the last class not be able to stand falling off the list and jumping off the building?"
"What! She jumped off the building after being recorded by F, and God knows what's going on. I think it's a nervous breakdown."
"Huh?" Is it? Didn't it fall out? What's your name?"
"What a cherry blossom." Oh, Wen Ying."
「……」
Wen Ying suddenly froze in place, unable to take another step.
Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, nothing is felt.
The whole person fell into numbness, and it took a long time before he gradually felt a relentless dull pain.
I couldn't move, only the whistling wind of winter echoed in my ears.
He had said, and they had all said it, and the name was the shortest spell.
He didn't get anyone's love before he died, and he didn't have it after he died.
At school, at home, everywhere is a neglected presence.
The turning force of the jump was so meager that because of the little hope of the miracle that remained, it was completely forgotten.
If you think about it, this warm dream is actually full of loopholes.
How can someone like me have superpowers?
If not dead.
If two years later he really became a classmate with him.
If you had met someone who could resonate with your soul.
Even if there is no superpower, it can be very happy and happy without regrets.
If there are too many things.
Unwillingly, very, very unwillingly.
9.
I thought that when I met you, it was the most beautiful and best miracle.
In fact, it is just a fragment of a miracle.
The end of the dream.
No one saw the festive campus.
And the only person who could see it didn't notice — there was a girl who was squatting on her knees and buried her head in the crook of her arm.
Fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the sky but were fleeting, and the huge noise accompanied by the ringing of the zero o'clock bell turned the earth upside down, completely obliterating the sobs that were too small to be captured.
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Author | Xia Mingyou
Edit | Mei
Editor-in-Chief | Chel-chi
Producer | Water grid