Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: “Sad” Chapter 12

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"That," Tang Xiaomi stood up and pointed to the notebook in Yi Yao's hand, "I will use it during class in the afternoon, please copy it quickly."

Yi Yao raised his wrist to look at his watch. There was still half an hour before class. Obviously there is no way to finish the copy. And the afternoon is math and physics class. There is no chemistry at all.

She closed the notebook "pop" and handed it to Tang Xiaomi, then turned to Qi Ming and said, "What about the notes that fell in the morning?"

Qi Ming nodded and said, "I just borrowed the one from the same table. After copying it, I will give it to you."

Yi Yao turned his head and looked at Tang Xiaomi, who was flushed.

His eyes are tight, tangled and pulled like strings, from a mess to a straight line.

No one looked away.

Until Tang Xiaomi's eyes burst into tears. Yi Yao raised his mouth slightly.

The voice in my heart is, "I won."

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A young man wrapped in words such as gentleness, kindness, politeness, excellent grades, and sharp outlines, whether he is standing silently on an empty stand, or riding a bicycle with earphones through the crowd step by step Countless green lights, or wearing white vests, ran across the playground track painted with sad tones by the setting sun.

There will always be countless eyes around him spreading towards him like a tide, attached to his white down jacket, reflecting off. It is like various frequency-modulated radio waves, longing for the same wave rate as him, and then conveying it into his heart.

As soon as he walks toward and looks at a certain person, these electric waves will instantly turn into poisonous radiation, sweeping towards the person he is looking at.

Yi Yao felt that the gazes that were thrown at him turned into tentacles, and he slapped his face with loud slaps.

I was surrounded.

Swallowed.

Hated.

Because of being cared by him.

Looking at him from a distant place, he called from a distant place a long and gentle dialogue, "Hey, I have been looking at you."

Always be there.

In the distant and boundless sea of ​​people, the boy with the bicycle turned around and said in a low voice, hello, go home together?

The gentleness of infinitely long time.

Long time in infinite tenderness.

Always be there.

The girls are stayed after school. Because we need to measure the new uniform size. Yesterday the boys have all stayed and measured. Today it is the girls' turn.

So the boys rushed out of the classroom screaming, and of course they didn't forget to make gleeful faces at the girls who stayed in the classroom.

Of course not all.

There are still boys in twos and threes sitting on benches in the hallway, flipping through books or listening to mp3s, so as to eliminate the time waiting for a girl in the classroom.

The sun shone on their thick coats. Float your head bright.

Qi Ming flipped through a copy of "Time Floating", squinting his eyes from time to time, and following the light into the classroom.

The phone in my pocket vibrates.

Turning on the screen, it is a text message from Yi Yao.

"Don't wait for me. You go first. I have something to do after school."

Qi Ming closed the phone. Stand up and walk near the window. Yi Yao lowered his head, holding a borrowed measuring tape, and measuring his waist. The way she lowered her head to read the numbers was projected into Qi Ming's sight by the afternoon light.

Qi Ming put the book in his schoolbag, turned around and went downstairs to get the car.

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When I opened the door, my mother made an exception and didn't come up with a smile on her face. Instead, sit on the sand and watch TV. But obviously absent-minded. Because the channel is broadcasting international news.

She is interested in how the terminally ill sister in the Korean drama intertwined with her handsome brother. And where in the world a bomb was dropped or a country is facing famine, she doesn't care at all.

Qi Ming remembered that the whole family had a good meal and watched TV together. When it was broadcast on the news channel, it happened to be saying that the flooding situation in China was serious. At that time, his mother looked at the flies and said, "Here is again. , It’s endless, don’t you want to make us donate money again? They are pitiful, we are still pitiful!"

After a few minutes, she changed the channel to a Korean drama she was chasing. When she saw the hero in it crying more emotionally than girls because of a broken love, she sniffed Said, "It's too pitiful to do evil."

Qi Ming looked at her strangely.

It is still cotton wool lying in the veins.

Qi Ming changed his shoes, walked to Sha, and asked, Mom, what's the matter with you?

Mother put down the remote control, "Your teacher called this morning."

"What did you say?" Qi Ming picked up the cup on the coffee table and poured a glass of water.

"What did you say?" It may have been stabbed by the son's nonchalant tone. The mother's tone was obviously excited, "You haven't been to school all morning, so what else can you say?"

"Yi Yao fainted in the morning, I took her there

At the hospital, she couldn't leave her alone for IV drips, so she asked for leave from the school. "Qi Ming drank the water, paused, and said, "The teacher has to call after asking for leave, it's really annoying. "

My mother's tone softened, but her words became ugly. She said, "Oh, you really make mom hard to fuck, little ancestor. I thought you were doing something all morning. But then, she passed out. What's the matter with you, her mother doesn't want her, why do you want her, don't get involved with their family."

Qi Ming turned his head and frowned, "I went into the room to read."

Mother stood up and prepared to cook in the kitchen.

I just turned around, thinking of something, "Qi Ming, you didn't pay for her medical treatment, right?"

Qi Ming didn't turn his head back, and said: "Well, I will pay."

The mother's voice was obviously higher by an octave: "You paid? Why are you paying? She is not my daughter-in-law."

Qi Ming waved his hand, made an expression of "I don't want to argue anymore", and said casually, "Just treat her as your daughter-in-law."

Mother suddenly took a deep breath, and her bust suddenly widened.

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Lin Huafeng lay in bed all afternoon.

The unexplained headache made her feel like someone was digging on her sun with an awl. Until she finally distinguished that the sharp stimulus of the sun was not the pain in the hallucinations but the knocking on the door outside, her fire was suddenly lit.

She turned over and got out of bed without wearing any clothes, so she rushed outside.

"I definitely didn't bring the key! Force girl!"

She opened the door and was about to shout out when she saw the Qi family mother and son standing in the door.

"Oh yo! To die! Can you put on clothes, you! Even if you are not ashamed, this is a good cut in winter!"

Qi Ming's mother screamed, turning around and holding her hands to cover Qi Ming's eyes.

Lin Huafeng slammed the door.

After a while, she opened the door wrapped in a thick pajamas that was so washed out of color.

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The sky is dark early in winter.

Big clouds. The dark red silhouette floated slowly on the black sky.

The school is very close to the river. So the siren sound of those transport ships can be distinguished from thousands of noisy sounds floating over the river from afar, being blown by the wind. That sad siren sound.

At the top of a tall building in the distance, an airplane’s navigation flashing lights were on at a fixed frequency, moving through the night sky. Looks very lonely.

Yi Yao rode his bike through these tall buildings, towards the long lane where his home was.

In fact, when he handed the uniform size form to the deputy monitor, Yi Yao clearly saw that the deputy monitor turned around and quickly changed a few notes on his watch.

Yi Yao stood quietly behind her, without speaking.

The pen cap in my hand was unscrewed by myself~IndoMTL.com~ was screwed on again. Unscrew and screw on again.

If the gaze can turn into a dagger, Yi Yao will definitely stab her back hard.

The plane flashed brightly. Slowly disappeared to the edge of the sky.

The breathing became heavy in the dark. The stewardess turned off the yellow reading lights above her head one by one. The people of Yehang were sleeping in a vast world. Inside, there are all kinds of intricate puzzles. There is no such thing as loneliness or loneliness.

Just simply flying to the same distance in the night with different thoughts.

Actually, I thought so too, flashing lights lonely, flying across the dark night sky alone.

Fly to a place where no one can find it, whether it is submerged by weeds, covered by the sound of tides, or blown away by wind and sand.

Could it be that way. Let me be thrown into nothingness by time in a world no one knows.

Can you...?