Chapter 387

Serana doesn't like this man very much. He is impetuous. She also goes to school by car. The day when women ride bicycles is still yesterday. She remembers clearly the feeling at that time. The breeze blows, the hair on her forehead is stirred, and the sky is slowly brightening. Everything is good. Although the schoolbag under her buttocks is very rough, the lunch inside is delicious.

Now she is sitting in this strange car. The cushion is soft and comfortable, and there is a lime smell of air freshener. The car is moving in the street, dull and windless. The black new book bag is put aside, and the stomach is bulging. She leans on the seat like a passenger. The man looks at the deer head in her hand from the rearview mirror, and the deer head's eyes are dim.

Serena turns to look at the world outside the car. She can't help feeling that the times have changed. The forest in the city has become more and more luxuriant, and there are more and more tall trees. Everything is running towards rules and order. Another aesthetic feeling different from wild interest is highlighted. However, the animals living in it are becoming more and more restless, which makes Serena dislike.

When the school arrived, it was high school. Serena got out of the car with a deer head and a schoolbag and walked into the school gate. There was a shady corridor with lush camphor trees on both sides, and fallen leaves piled up under the trees. She looked back and saw the man in the car talking with a black box, glancing at the deer's head in a hurry, waving, then raising the window and leaving.

A big boy came up to Serena and said, "Lu Zhengkang, have you finished your homework? Copy it for me." He is the child yesterday. It seems that he is very predestined.

Serena saw her partner's eyes staring at the schoolbag, so she handed it to him. With a smile, she fished it out, opened it, and exclaimed, "you didn't write it. I'm afraid you're not going to copy from the school committee in the classroom now Oh, just write a math, Chinese, empty, shit, you don't write English, so good English you are blind

It was like yesterday. The big boy led Serena to the classroom. They were at the same table.

In the morning self-study time, most of the students are secretly eating breakfast, and some of them are secretly copying homework, or even copying homework while eating breakfast, so that the sound of reading is very small. Only when a pair of cold eyes appear outside the window, can we hold up the textbook and read aloud, and be careful not to spray out the rice in our mouth.

This has nothing to do with Serena. She sat in the classroom. At noon, she thought that she could take out the lunch box from her schoolbag and eat a delicious pickled rice ball, just like yesterday. But there were only books in her schoolbag. She emptied the bag and didn't find the ugly white iron box, which made her suspect that the boy had taken the lunch box away when he turned the book in the morning.

It wasn't until everyone left that she realized that the dining place had changed. Waiting for her to rush into the canteen along with the crowd, there was already a packed posture.

There is no electric light in such a big canteen. It's only by the light of the sky that it brings a weak vision. Many places are still dark, so in the dark, there are rustling, grunting and chirping, as if it's a spring. In the corner of the canteen, small animals are full of vitality.

Serena looked at the long dragon in front of the dish window in a daze. Finally, the big boy at the same table gave her a bun. To be exact, it was a bun for Lu tou.

It seems that Lu Zhengkang's popularity is good. She was gnawing at the greasy meat bun. Although the skin was cold, the stuffing was hot.

Back in the classroom, there are only two or three people in it. Their seats are relatively front. According to some tacit rule, they really like to learn.

Serena was in a daze in her seat, thinking that it would be afternoon soon, but she didn't. a girl in a white shirt and grey trousers came to the table and secretly handed him a small box containing some cakes.

It happened that some hungry serana was enjoying herself, but the girl sat down at the same table, put her beautiful ponytail on the table, and spoke gently to the deer head with her head on her side.

Serena finished her pastry and looked at the girl. Her eyes were bright, her eyelashes were long, her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if a kitten was dozing, and her smile could not be hidden.

So, what's the relationship between this little girl and Baishan?

After the deskmate came back, he honestly looked out for the little girl until the bell rang, and the two returned to their respective places.

Serena heard a lot of whispers. At this time, the deer's head and eyes reflected the light of noon.

When the bell rings in the afternoon, Serena mentions the deer head and goes out to leave, but she has to study in the evening. She puts the deer head in an empty bag, crosses the guard and leaves.

It's hard for people to see the setting sun in the woods, and it's the same in cities, especially in the countless mountains on the horizon, which will block the Sun ahead of time, so that people can't see the scene of fireball falling into the other side of the world.

Serena, dressed in a golden evening dress, sable coat and Miyagi, wanders around the big city. Neon flashing is not as dazzling as her posture. Endless lights of traffic flow past her without any surprise. She is a forgotten person with a deer head forgotten by the world.

She didn't know where the way home was. When she took the bus in the morning, she made a detour in front of the same building. It was like walking in a maze. But the road to the outskirts is still there, and she is familiar with it. As she walks along the road, it gets darker and darker.Home, to the home.

The door was open. Out of it came a woman, dressed simply and in an apron. She was Lu Zhengkang's mother.

Looking around, the woman seemed to be in a state of uneasiness. Serena quickly takes out the deer's head from her schoolbag. The woman and the deer's head look at each other. After three or four seconds, the woman trots over and hugs Serena.

Serena froze.

She felt her silent tears, and she dropped them on her shoulders.

Serena hesitated and reached for the woman.

"Come, come, eat, eat."

Obviously, the woman didn't expect her son to come here. Her dining table is very simple, with two dishes and one soup, one of which is left at noon. When she saw the dirty long green lacquer wooden table, Serena was a little happy, as if she had found a stable and warm reef in this turbulent torrent of memory.

After dinner, the woman made up the bedroom for Serena.

"Did you bring your homework?"

Serena couldn't understand. She put the deer's head on the desk and got into the bed by herself.

The woman continued to nag, "homework still needs to be written. Your head teacher has called me. Even today, you still have to go to your father tomorrow Mom, it's very poor here. Don't follow me. "

Serena, with her head on her side, the woman leaning on the doorframe, the deer's head on the desk, and the light of the desk lamp cold and bright, was monotonous. She turned her head to the other side. There was a window opened at some time, and the dark blue dusk with the breeze blowing the curtain came into view again and again.

Before long, the woman left, closed the door, and Serena went to turn off the desk lamp on her desk, and then put the deer's head into the bed, just as she used to.

On the road outside the house, the traffic was speeding.

Good night.