Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 16

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After finishing the exercises between classes, a huge crowd of students is like water flowing from all directions after a summer rainstorm. Divert into one stream after another, from different places to the same low place.

Qi Ming looked at Yi Yao, who was walking beside him. The long trouser legs had been trampled on the hem of the trousers, leaving a few thin black cloths covered with gray. Qi Ming frowned, and under the clear sunlight, only dark, narrow shadows remained on the eye sockets, "Don't you need to change your pants?"

Yi Yao raised his head, looked at him, then looked down at the trousers, and said, "You still have time to care about this."

"Don't you care?"

"Don't care."

Qi Ming stopped talking. As she walked towards the classroom together, the silence made his back look open.

"Why do you care about this." After a while, Yi Yao picked up the topic again.

Qi Ming did not speak any more.

He raised his head, and there was still a long and narrow shadow in his eyes.

When I walked into the classroom, Yi Yao happened to meet Tang Xiaomi standing up from her seat, holding the thermos cup in her hand to pour water, and seeing Yi Yao walking in, she stopped, and then smiled and stretched out her hand. The cup was handed to Yi Yao, "Pour me a glass of water."

The voice is neither loud nor small, neither light nor heavy, just enough for the people around to hear it, without appearing abrupt. With a good grasp, most of the people around looked at them.

Yi Yao stood facing her without speaking, just raised his eyes to look at her, put his hands on the edge of the table, and yanked off a piece of lacquer with his nails.

Tang Xiaomi also looked at Yi Yao, and took a piece of Meimei from the tin can on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, smiling girly and sweet. Huamei bulged up on her cheek, like a tumor growing out.

Yi Yao reached out to take the cup, turned and walked outside the door.

"Now, Yi Yao," Tang Xiaomi called her from behind, Yi Yao turned her head, saw her spit out Huamei's core, and said with a smile, "Don't be too hot."

A sparse line of two or three people lined up at the end of the corridor where hot water was poured.

The winter is almost over. The temperature is no longer as terribly low as some time ago. So hot water is not as popular as it was a while ago. Yi Yao quickly poured a glass and walked back to the classroom.

Halfway, Yi Yao stopped, unscrewed the lid, poured half of the water into the sink next to him, and then turned on the tap to pour cold water into it.

After tightening the lid, I still felt that it was not enough, so Yi Yao took a sip from the cup, then vomited it back inside.

Yi Yao took the cup and walked quickly towards the classroom on the other side of the corridor.

After walking a few steps, Yiyao stopped, put his hand on the lid, and finally unscrewed it and poured all the water into the sink on the side. Suddenly, the white steam burst up from the edge of the sink.

Yi Yao walked back to the white aluminum bucket at the end of the corridor, turned on the hot water faucet, and put the cup underneath.

The sound of gurgling water came from the mouth of the bottle.

Yi Yao lifted the back of his hand and wiped his eyes moistened with the hot steam. Then put the lid on and walked back to the classroom.

Tang Xiaomi took the cup with a smile, opened the lid and was about to drink, but was stopped by a girl who had just entered the classroom.

"Oh, don't drink it. I thought it was Yi Yao's own water cup just now, because I saw that she took a sip and spit it in. I just wanted to ask what she was doing."

Yi Yao turned his head to look at the girl who had just come in, and then when he looked back, he saw Tang Xiaomi's surprised face. Regardless of whether it is really surprised or acting expression, no matter what kind of expression, the expression of this face can be described as "being unburdened and wonderful."

Sure enough, there were "tsk tsk" sounds around.

Yi Yao turned around and sat down quietly. Without saying anything, he slowly pulled out the textbook for the next lesson from his schoolbag.

When she finished the text, Tang Xiaomi's belated sigh came from behind, "How could you do this, Yi Yao?"

I can imagine such an innocent and beautiful face.

The bright flowers in full bloom make people want to trample into dust.

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The miasma flowers blooming in the dark, although invisible, can still depict the bright Phnom Penh by feeling and imagination. The strong fishy smell will still spread from the huge petals dripping with mucus and breathe into the chest cavity.

Circulation melts into life and becomes evil and insidious that cannot be replaced and disintegrated.

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The sunlight in winter, even at noon, will not fall vertically like summer sunlight, condensing the shadow of a person into a heavy black ink dot. The winter sun, at noon, came in obliquely from outside the window, and pulled the shape of the window into a narrower rectangular bright spot on the ground of the canteen.

At noon in winter, it feels like a summer evening, vaguely and sadly beautiful.

A boy kicked the ball and ran by behind him. Some dust floated from the ground like slow motion, floating in a bright beam of light.

"Are you really vomiting in?" Qi Ming put down the bowl and looked at Yi Yao, with a smile or a serious expression on his face.

"He's vomiting." Yi Yao replied without raising his head while drinking the soup.

Qi Ming frowned slightly in surprise.

"But I dumped it and took her a cup again," Yi Yao raised his head, gritted his teeth, "I knew it would not fall."

Qi Ming turned his head and couldn't help but smile softly.

Yi Yao turned a cold face and stared at him, "Is it funny?"

Qi Ming held back his smile and shook his head, raised his hand and gently rubbed Yi Yao's head, and said, "You, you still have less of the wickedness of being a wicked person."

"Criticize me?"

"No. It's a compliment." Qi Ming smiled, his eyes were bright in the bright light, his teeth were white and beautiful. Yi Yao heard several girls at the table next door whispering about him.

"I would rather look at it as your criticism. Criticism makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind." Yi Yao closed the lid of the lunch box and said, "I'm finished."

The bright sun at noon in winter did not shine through the long and dark shadow that solidified under Qi Ming's eyes. It was the shadow cast by his thick black eyebrows and long eyelashes, and it was the beauty that the whole school girls were obsessed with.

Yi Yao looked at Qi Ming, who was looking at him. He slowly gathered the expression on his face in the daylight, like a white epiphyllum after midnight blooming, gathering all the goodness before sunrise.

The faint candle in my heart swayed again and went out.

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Just as Yi Yao had expected, Tang Xiaomi's tricks did not stop.

It can even be said that it is much more vicious than I thought. Just like her delicate face, in the eyes of others, it is much more beautiful and innocent.

Just like to tear down a sweater, you need to find the first thread, and then pull it little by little, which will pull a warm piece of clothing into a bunch of tangled threads.

The beginning of the matter was that this afternoon, a boy handed Yi Yao a hundred yuan.

So it was like pulling a sweater, unstoppably pulling it down.

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In the morning, the school broadcast has been repeating the whole school cleaning in the afternoon. Because next Monday will welcome the inspection by the city's health department, the city's key evaluations and assessments, the health situation has always been an important indicator.

So throughout the morning, I kept repeating the cleaning in the afternoon. The sickly female voice in the morning exercise music was replaced by a sharp kiss from the dean of the dean Huo Liao Liao. From the loudspeakers hung around the school, flames sprayed outward.

The whole school was toasted by this anxious atmosphere as if it was about to catch fire.

After the last self-study class in the afternoon, the school was cleaned up vigorously.

"It's so hot, how come this winter is like summer."

"It's endless, why doesn't the dean of academic affairs go to death." The vicious girl said impatiently.

"Cleaning a school is as nervous as cleaning his ancestral grave. As for what." This one is obviously more vicious.

Yi Yao propped his arm, lying on the desk listening to the conversation of the girls around, the sun was shining outside the window. It seemed that the pale and cold winter was about to pass. Everything began to regain heat, water vapor slowly rose from the ground, and the whole world was surrounded by warm water vapor.

A large area on the left side of the blackboard is used to write the division of labor for this cleaning.

East Garden: Li Zhedong, Mao Jian'an, Liu Yue, Ju Yunxia

Classroom: Chen Jia, Wu Liang, Liu Beili, Jin Nan.

Corridor: Chen Jie, An Youming, Xu Yaohua, Lin Hui.

……

Stairs: Yi Yao.

Yi Yao quietly stared at his name on the blackboard, occupying a line alone. There was a beam of sunlight shining diagonally on his name, and a little chalk dust floated in the bright light. Yi Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth, and laughed unclearly.

With a "pop", the girl's textbook in the side seat across a walkway fell to the ground and landed at his feet. Yi Yao turned his head, and just about to bend down to pick it up, he heard Tang Xiaomi's voice behind him.

"Yi Yao, help her pick up the book." Tang Xiaomi's voice is so sweet.

Yi Yao's waist that originally wanted to bend down slowly straightened up, his entire back stiffened.

The girl next to me felt embarrassed, smiled awkwardly, and got up to pick it by herself.

"No, ask her to pick it for you. It's at her feet, what are you doing." Tang Xiaomi's voice raised a little.

Yi Yao turned his head this time and stared at Tang Xiaomi in the back row. Familiar confrontation, the air was strained to rattle. Tang Xiaomi’s beautiful crystal nails tapped "ta-ta" on the tin can full of plums. They looked a little idle, but in Yi Yao's eyes, they looked like five short daggers soaked in venom. , Poke the depth on his back.

The same familiar "tsk tsk" sound came out around. Yi Yao could even clearly feel the nausea of ​​the viscous saliva in his mouth.

Yi Yao bent down, picked up the book, patted the dust, and then put it back on the table of the girl next to her, "It's a beautiful cover, so beautiful." Yi Yao smiled at the girl, in the sun Squinted eyes.

The girl's expression is unspeakably embarrassing.

Behind him, Tang Xiaomi gathered a beautiful expression.

On the radio outside the window, the sound of the dean of academic affairs was still scorching fire.

The wind blows the white clouds, and big flowers fly across the blue sky above them behind their heads.

There are also huge and colorful flowers blooming in the coming time of winter and spring. They can't wait for spring, they are scrambling to open up.

Sweet fragrance all over the world. Swept back and forth. Surrounded by every young and beautiful face.

Actually, I am happy to be free.

There are no other people on the entire staircase, and occasionally boys from other classes ran over while carrying a bucket and broom and saying "Sorry".

Yi Yao took a long broom and swept across each step.

The dust rises almost as high as someone. So Yi Yao turned back to the classroom and took some water to sprinkle on it.

Most of the other people went home after finishing their own area, and there were fewer and fewer people left in the school. In the end, the brushing sound of the broom rubbing against the ground actually echoed in the campus. At first it was just a little bit, and then it gradually became clear.

One click. Brush the floor. It reverberates in a campus where people are dwindling.

Yi Yao straightened up and looked out from the tall window in the corridor. The sky is a brilliant cloud, which is rare in winter. It seems that the pale winter has passed. Yi Yao put on a warm smile at the corner of his mouth.

In the past, words like feeling lonely or lonely~IndoMTL.com~ are always associated with sadness. But in fact, it was like this quiet afternoon, with only twos and threes left on the campus, and the blurry light of the setting sun wiped every inch of the ground and walls like water. It smears out the thick and furry feeling, weakening the cold and sharpness in most of the winter.

Empty loneliness, or desolate loneliness, these words are actually much warmer than noisy crowds and various faces.

When it was about to finish the last floor, Yi Yaocao suddenly thought of Qi Ming, so he took out his cell phone and wanted to send him a message, telling him not to wait for himself, and go home first. When I turned on the screen, an unread message from Qi Ming appeared.

"The teacher told me to go and have something to do. I won't wait for you to go home today. You go first."

When Yi Yao closed the screen, a boy stood in front of him, one meter away, and handed him a one hundred banknote.

"Hey, here."

The boy's face in the light is completely strange.

Yi Yao grasped the broom tightly and faced him without speaking.