Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 22

The phone on the table vibrated buzzingly.

A hand painted with colorful nail polishes stretched out and picked it up, hanging on the mobile phone with all kinds of complicated hangings clinking together.

"Person: Tang Xiaomi." is displayed on the phone screen.

When the message is opened, three simple words are clearly reflected on the light screen.

"Fuck her!"

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I don’t remember whether they said that people’s dreams were colorless or soundless.

If there is no color--

In my dreams, there are often the spherical symbols of colorful bars that appear at the end of all TV shows late at night. In other words, I often dream of watching TV by myself and seeing it late at night, always seeing the whole world dormant, and even the TV has typed this symbol to tell you that I am going to rest.

And if there is no sound--

In my dreams, I often see the rustle of textbooks in the classroom when they are turned by countless hands. The cicadas outside the window are broken and broken by the electric fan above the head, and sparsely hit the eyelids, intermittently, endless . The air is constantly steaming in summer. Frustrated. Even the blackboard seemed to have grown a layer of gray spots in such humid and sultry weather. Duty students always complain after class. Then wave the blackboard eraser harder. The sound of brushing, brushing, brushing.

And those crying sounds of unknown origin. Sometimes it is choked. Sometimes it is whimpering. Sometimes it is weeping. Sometimes it is weeping. Then day by day, it slowly turned into a shout.

Is that so?

Is it true?

Is everything in the dream?

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Qi Ming took home the homework approved by the teacher yesterday from the office, and then walked towards the classroom. As soon as I went up the stairs and walked into the hallway, a large pile of white plastic bags floated through the windows.

He didn't fall, but was blown to a higher sky by the wind.

In fact, I don’t know why they fly so high. No wings, no feathers.

Just because it is light? Is it just because there is no weight?

So can we just keep drifting in the wind like this?

There are countless tiny grasses in the spring wind.

They are also like those fluttering white plastic bags, blown to countless unknown places.

Death in a cold city, flourish in a humid wilderness.

Then dye time and space into thousands of indistinguishable greens.

I used to have such a scene in my dream. I pushed aside the lush soft tall grass with my hands, and there was a dark corpse below.

As I walked to the door of the classroom, the preparation bell rang at the end of the corridor.

The rare sunlight in winter shone into the tall windows and cast a huge spot of light on the ground.

Dust floats in the air, moving in slow motion into countless tiny galaxies.

Like those tiny universes in the slides I saw in a geography class.

A loud noise in the classroom.

When I walked in, I saw the crowd gathered together. Through the gap between shoulders and shoulders, I saw Tang Xiaomi standing in the middle of the crowd. It is still that innocent and beautiful face.

Qi Ming squeezed through the crowd and walked towards his seat. When passing by Tang Xiaomi's seat, he saw her unrecognizable table. The chalk heads of various lengths and the sticky white powder are all fixed on the table with air-dried glue. The boy who has something good uses a pen to poke, "Oh, it is so sticky, this table is scrapped."

"Who did you offend Tang Xiaomi?" A girl cast a sympathetic look.

"I don't know..." It is still that innocent and beautiful tone and expression, like the purest white soft flower, which blooms crystal clear in the first light of the morning.

Qi Ming turned his head, put a stack of workbooks on the podium, then sat back in his seat, took out the textbook for the first class, and put the gashapon into his school bag. He raised his head and looked at Yi Yao's seat. It was still empty by the leaky window, as if no one had ever sat. A beam of light was thrown from the gap between the leaves outside the window, shining fixedly on a small area of ​​the tabletop.

I didn't sleep well last night. Or to be more precise, I didn't sleep last night.

Qi Ming raised his hand and rubbed his red eye sockets. Everything in the line of sight is superimposed on a transparent phantom. Like a lens out of focus.

The class bell disperses the noisy crowd that gathers together, returns to his position and sits again. Only Tang Xiaomi is still standing in his seat, with an innocent face upturned.

"Tang Xiaomi, it's in class." The head teacher reminded him by pushing his glasses.

"Teacher, my desk..."

The head teacher turned around, and after seeing her messy desktop, her chest was obviously bigger, "How could this be? Who did it?"

Tang Xiaomi shook her head.

"Yesterday was the door locked by Yi Yao", the labor committee sitting behind leaned back in his chair, turned the mechanical pencil in his hand, "Ask Yi Yao should know, but..." Then he turned his head to Yi Yao Empty seats.

It looks like a worm crawled into the blood vessel, moving disgustingly toward the heart inch by inch.

"Yi Yao didn't come to class?" The head teacher's face became difficult to look.

The classroom is silent. No one answered.

It's just that various expressions emerge from everyone's face. With their own ideas, they vividly and vividly express their hearts.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, it shouldn't be deliberate. I can clean it myself after class." Tang Xiaomi raised his hand and put the head that fell to his face back behind his ear.

——Forget it.

——It doesn't matter.

——It shouldn't be intentional.

——I can clean it myself after class.

Every sentence is like a dagger shining green in the dark. Swipely and accurately stab at a certain target.

The smell of blood permeating the darkness. It's so sweet and suffocating.

"Then teacher, I will come to make this table after school. Can I use Yiyao's table first?" Tang Xiaomi raised her head and asked seriously, "Anyway, she didn't come to class today, let me borrow it first. ?"

"Well, you move in first." The head teacher turned over the handout, and the small accident was over. But at the end he still added, "It's so shameless."

A boy volunteered to move Yi Yao's table over, carefully helped Tang Xiaomi set it up, and then dragged the unrecognizable table to the window and placed it heavily.

Tang Xiaomin sat down, smiled at the boy and said "thank you", her beautiful expression seemed transparent and soft in the sunlight.

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Finally crawled into the heart. That fat, disgusting bug.

The tingling sensation of being bitten. It travels along the blood to the scalp, beating suddenly on the sun.

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"He didn't lead! Why didn't the dean of academic affairs arrest him? It's not fair!"

"His eyes are so beautiful, his eyelashes look like fake ones."

"He has a pretty nose."

"You are horny~"

"Huh?"

Such dialogue sessions are born every day in the group of girls gathered in schools, whether in Shanghai or any other city in the country. The target of the above dialogue is Gu Senxi, who is now leaning against the door of the classroom and looking inward.

He put a hand on the edge of the door frame, leaned half of his body and looked into the classroom. After searching for a long time, he finally gave up. He reached out and caught a girl next to him who was walking into the classroom with her head down, because she was too hard. , The girl screamed with her mouth open. Gu Senxi was also taken aback, and quickly let go, spreading his hands to express his "harmlessness", and asked: "Is Yi Yao there?"

Tang Xiaomi, who was gathering with a bunch of girls on the blackboard to talk, turned her head, squinted her eyes and looked at Gu Senxi for a while, then smiled, "She didn't come to class."

"Huh? Why?" Gu Senxi frowned.

"How do I know, maybe at home..." Tang Xiaomi paused and said with a brighter smile, "Take care of yourself."

Sneaking laughter came from all over the classroom. Like snakes, insects, rats and ants swimming in the dark.

But even more unscrupulous than them. Whether it's raising your hand to cover your mouth, or lowering your voice and squeezing your throat, they all presumptuously play up a sense of deliberateness for fear that others might not see it or that others might not hear it.

——Just laugh for you.

——I just wanted to laugh to you on purpose.

Gu Senxi gathered his expression and quietly looked at Tang Xiaomi, who was smiling brightly in front of him. Tang Xiaomi still smiled and stared at him. The delicate eyebrows, eyes, and bright lips all used something like a peacock. The proud and beautiful posture conveys the message of "how".

Gu Senxi grinned slowly, revealing good-looking teeth, white as a row of ceramics, smiling intently at Tang Xiaomi. On the contrary, Tang Xiaomi was a little scalp when he laughed, leaving behind a sentence of "madness" and walked back to his seat.

Gu Senxi wickedly tugged at the corner of one side of her mouth, looking at Tang Xiaomi, who was irritated by herself, and was about to put some fuel on the fire. When she turned around, she saw the boy standing in front of her.

Holding a stack of workbooks, neatly tied black tie around the neckline, clean white shirt, and straight heads neatly arranged into soft bangs.

"Your squad leader?" Gu Senxi gave this definition to the talented boy in front of him.

However, he didn't get an answer. Qi Ming changed the heavy workbook to the other hand and said, "Why are you looking for Yi Yao?"

Gu Senxi shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer. She bared her teeth and smiled, then turned and left.

After two steps, he turned his head back and said with a smile, "Why are you asking this?"

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It was the last class in the morning when Yi Yao rushed to school. Yi Yao struggled to park his bicycle in the carport full of Dangdang and almost jumped out, and took off the key to rush to the classroom.

All the students are in class, only the teacher's explanations scattered from the classroom echoes in the empty campus. I have had this experience before. In a quiet campus, even the leaves are shaking, and a clear echo can be heard.

The entire campus is like an abandoned white hospital.

Yi Yao walked to the door of the classroom and called a report.

The teacher turned his face and realized from the schoolbag that Yi Yao carried on his back that it turned out that this was not a "student who was late for this class" but a student who was "absent from class today". So his face became particularly ugly. After stopping to say a few words, Yi Yao came in to the class.

Yi Yao walked to the seat, half of his hands that just wanted to remove the schoolbag from his shoulders stopped, his eyes firmly nailed to the desk and couldn't move away. After a while, Yi Yao suddenly turned around and shouted at Tang Xiaomi, "Tang Xiaomi, give me your table back!"

Everyone, including the teacher, was startled by Yi Yao’s voice. After the first few seconds of consternation passed, the teacher’s face turned red and said, "Yi Yao, sit down for me! Now in class you shout What!"

Tang Xiaomi hurriedly stood up and explained in a vague way: "Sorry, teacher, it was my fault. I thought Yi Yao didn't come to class today, so I temporarily changed my dirty table with her." Then he turned his head and nodded to Yi Yao, apologetic, "I will exchange it with you now."

Tang Xiaomi dragged the dirty table back to his seat, and was about to sit down, then suddenly raised his head like an enlightenment: "Huh? How do you know this table is mine?"

Sitting down, Yi Yao suddenly stiffened his back.

No way to turn his head. In other words, you can imagine that face full of innocence and doubt without turning your head.

You can also imagine how such a face slowly changes in the monosyllable words of various emotions of "Oh...", "Huh?", "En..." Become a proud and proud face, like a banner of victory, fluttering in the wind on a certain commanding height, hunting and hunting.

Qi Ming lowered his head, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

Outside the window is the cold spring sky. The sound of howling wind, through the glass, blew clearly across the ear.

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"Broiled pork! Master add a spoonful, don't be so stingy!"

"I hate vegetables most."

"Fat meat is disgusting."

The line in front of the cafeteria window lined up to the door, like this every noon. The students who move slowly can only choose the remaining unpalatable dishes.

Qi Ming and Yi Yao stand at the back of the team. Qi Ming leaned out and looked at the still long line in front of him, and sighed slightly. It was Yi Yao, standing indifferently, with no expression on his face.

Tang Xiaomi stood in a row about the same distance.

Because of the twists and turns in the last class, the teacher can only delay the class to make up for the lost time. It is also natural to lead to such a situation where the group is far behind the team.

But a few minutes later, Tang Xiaomi smiled brightly and handed the lunch box to the boy in the very front of the team. I don't know which class it is from, but he took it with a smile, and asked in detail what kind of dishes he needed.

Yi Yao turned his face away and met Qi Ming's gaze.

The big wall clock on the canteen wall points to one point.

The crowd is getting scarce. The master in the window cleaned up the hollowed out huge aluminum basin, and the sound of clanging echoed a little lonely in the huge space of the canteen.

"By the way, Gu Senxi came to you this morning."

"Who?"

"Gu Senxiang's brother, didn't you fall into the pool with him that day?"

"Oh." I remembered who it was, "Why did he look for me?"

"I asked, he didn't say."

"Oh." Yi Yao promised~IndoMTL.com~ while picking out the uneatable fat and eggplant from the lunch box.

"Would you like beef," Qi Ming pushed his lunch box towards Yiyao, "I brought it from home."

"Well, no need." Yi Yao shook his head, and then just bent over to say something. After a while, he lifted up and pulled a stack of thick tissues over his mouth.

"What are you going to do!" Qi Ming lowered his voice, and asked a little annoyed.

"Leave it alone," Yi Yao closed the lunch box, "I can do it myself."

"You have a way to fart!" Qi Ming resisted not wanting to get angry, and turned his head aside, "You want money but no money, and experience and no experience... I tell you, don't be stupid! If you plan to give birth... "

"Don't be stupid," Yi Yao waved his hand and didn't want to discuss with him anymore. After all, it is not something that can be put on the table to talk about, and who knows how many ears are standing in the air, "You want me to I will not give birth either."

Yi Yao stood up and walked towards the sink behind the canteen with the lunch box. After taking two steps, turning around, smiling slightly mockingly, "What you said, as if you are very experienced."