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When I started school, he finally went to work. But he came back before noon, and then he got tangled up with me until night.

However, tomorrow is the first day of my first class, and I … Sleep early.

Yin Yijie never seemed to force others to do anything, at least to me.

I'm going to sleep, he …

No matter how deeply we kissed just now, he must have kissed me gently on the forehead before I went to sleep, giving me a very warm feeling, a very hypnotic feeling.

We're all following, locating the settings for the trace. Yesterday, he had said he would give it a try, and even went as far as he could to give it a try. However, there were always things that were delayed. And he was busy, so I stopped him.

Along the way, he kept singing, but the 'fire, fire, fire, fire …' It didn't ring because the school was less than twenty kilometers from our house.

I thought about it, and then I thought about yesterday's question to Brian.

Yin Yijie and I said, "If it's a normal school day and school day, I'll go somewhere. You just need to see blue or green and you'll be fine."

Yin Yi Kui held my hand and nodded, "Don't worry. "I am more at ease knowing of your movements."

I nodded, acquiescing.

He was a little worried for me, even a little too much.

But because it was sincere, it felt pretty good.

As for my safety at school, he seemed to have made some arrangements. In short, he was prepared for it.

As usual, the car stopped in front of the teaching building.

Yin Yijie held my bag, his black eyes shining as he watched me leave.

The school was very quiet.

Except for Miao Miao who didn't appear the day before yesterday, everything else was so quiet that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes I wonder if that happened, if something went wrong with my memory.

However, if you pay a little attention, you will notice that my memory is fine, but there are changes in other places.

On the other hand, the silence was eerie, and it made me feel a little strange.

It was as if a storm was coming, and it was only a cover up.

Student, the girl does not dare to talk about me, or must stop before I confirm that I was found out, panic can be seen.

Occasionally, there were also gazes that seemed to admire me, but most of them were looks of re-examination and investigation. Perhaps, they all suspected that the two moves I had the day before yesterday, had I specially practiced them before?

Otherwise, how could he have reached such a proficient and proficient level?

Whether or not, as long as I'm quiet around, it's fine.

I like it this way, living my life in peace.

Lan Hua didn't try to get close to me, nor did he distance himself from me. He was just like before, even the scene where he smoked never showed up in front of his classmates.

This made me wonder, how much determination did he put into that matter, or how much did he have to pay to tell me about it?

Or was the momentary gloom merely an accident, or was I dreaming?

I don't know. All that could be seen was that Ran Hua was still the same as before. His feet were always dancing, and his warm entrance and exit had become the most dazzling scenery of spring.

I never thought that people could blossom in the spring, and that it would be so beautiful!

Occasionally, Lan Lan would come to the classroom in bright clothes. It looked a bit like a dancer's professional attire, but also a bit like a sportswear, which prevented the teachers who examined the school's discipline from executing it.

Heh, how interesting.

However, Liao Liang, who was supposed to be bright, became silent.

However, a few times I met her during class exercises, she gave me a meaningful look, then politely nodded and left.

Heh … In this day and age, silent dramas began to be popular.

She was actually involved with that temper of hers. I really didn't understand it at all.

The only thing worth celebrating was that Liao Liang didn't have any hostility towards me, nor did he have any intention of deliberately avoiding me.

It was simple, like two separated man and woman friends, unable to return to being lovers. Perhaps, that was all that remained was this little bit of courtesy.

That's good, too, I thought. What I want is to be peaceful and quiet. If I can be a bit polite with him, it could be considered as an unexpected gain.

The only thing that I miss the most is the meaning behind her words. If it isn't enmity, then how can she be kind?

I dare not hope.

Sitting in my seat, Zhao Yun would always whisper a few words to me about the safety of my lessons.

He was willing to help me that day. Although I was unable to avoid the battle in the end, I was still grateful to him.

Although I also know that he was entrusted or threatened by Ran Hua, that's why he spent so much effort to help me, but he also had good intentions.

However, Zhao Yun didn't think that, and didn't have the slightest intention to claim credit.

Occasionally, I would think that he was incapable and had failed to help me at a critical moment.

For a week or so, the world was harmonious.

Yin Yijie always sent me to school in the morning and then went to work.

At noon it was the same, the same as always.

At night, Yin also occasionally picked me up, most of the Song University picked me up.

The only difference was that I had to keep an eye on the briefing, so I quickly stuck to my phone.

As long as you leave school and home, you have to remember to report.

I just forgot one time, within two minutes Yin Yijie called me. When I got home, I even apologized obediently.

This kind of life is very happy, so I think, in the future, I must grow up dedicated to the great cause of building a harmonious society.

But in fact, I have a faint feeling, as if the original spring water on a layer of ice, I dangerously walked on the thin surface of the ice. As if treading on thin ice, he felt really bad and always worried in his heart:

If the snow melts one day, I will fall back into the icy abyss.

It was a strange feeling, but it was real, as if I could reach out and touch it.

The happier I am, the more scared I am.

Soon, Miao Miao arrived on Tuesday.

Criminal detention for a week, the reason: framing others, gathering public trouble.

Miao Miao had admitted to it, and therefore, she was someone with a criminal record, someone who had entered the sect before.

From today onwards, she will probably be even more controversial than I am. If anything happens to her, she will probably be even more dangerous than I am.

After all, I was just the influence of my parents, not her own.

Miao Miao's arrival at the school caused a sensation. Heh, for those students who have been immersed in studying all day long, for someone to use such despicable methods to frame their classmates and then enter them, they undoubtedly laid a solid foundation for the top ten news stories of this year at the beginning of the year.

However, what was really eye-catching was a play that Miao concocted and directed by himself …

Yin Yijie sent me to school early in the morning, as usual. I opened the car door and handed the bag to me. I took the bag and got used to it …

"The makeup is really nice to look at, Director Yin …"

Miao Miao, wearing a dark green sweater, appeared pitifully in front of us. She lowered her head with a very careful, very pitiful and docile look. She was afraid to see me again.

She stayed away from Yin and said respectfully in a low voice, "Sorry. I will never do that again. I'm sorry. "

I looked at her.

After a week or so, she had rested at home for about two days. It seemed that she had lost a lot of weight and became even more petite. There were also some scars on her face and hands. It was light, but could be seen clearly.

Those who had been inside or visited the prison might know or have heard of it. Entering a police station or jail, the first lesson was to be trained, or to bow to the wharves and establish the rules.

Of course it wasn't organized by the police, but by the old people in the jail.

It had never been so obvious in other places. As long as one entered the high walls of the iron gate, one would have to first establish a big boss and then listen to him.

My father was a regular patron there, and his friends went in and out of it as often as they went to a café for tea.

Therefore, I also know that there should be another way to deal with a girl like Miao Miao: making friends.

There would probably be a certain boss who would set his eyes on her and then …

Err … Unfortunately, why do I hear so much about these evil things?

He remembered hearing his mother say that a girl being raped by a bunch of men was probably less painful than being molested by a bunch of women. Most of it was spiritual.

As a result, many people changed it after they went in because they were afraid of the wolves …

I didn't know why I was having such wild thoughts, but Miao Miao's vicissitudes told me that something must have happened.

Miao Miao's appearance had indeed changed a lot, from her skin color to her eyebrows, to her every action and speech, all of them looked exactly the same.

Add to that the fact that she came here, we had a slightly similar experience that was a lot richer than most of our classmates.

However, it was clear that Miao Miao had grown through hardships.

I stood in front of Yin Yijie and sized her up naturally and coldly. Miao Miao, on the other hand, continued to pitifully apologize to our little daughter-in-law.

My classmates were already used to seeing Yin Yijie's way of coming to school, but after seeing the fierce confrontation between the two parties not long ago, they stopped their footsteps and gathered over, forming a small circle around us.

The windows of the teaching building were crowded with heads, waiting for a good show to begin.

I could also see that someone was preparing to sing a song called "The Misery Theatre's Suffering — Miao Yuan."

I knew, of course, that she wasn't sincere in her apology. Her expression was too fake, her eyes too twinkling, and I couldn't believe her sincerity.

However, I never expected that her goal was to borrow our strength.

Such a sinister woman!

If Yin Yijie hadn't told me later, I would have been deceived by her. I would have thought that she was only afraid of being tormented in the detention center, so I decided to fix the matter with us so that we wouldn't have to sue her in the future and let her suffer.

In fact, Miao put on a very sincere attitude, pretending to be very pitiful, standing in front of us, sincerely apologizing.

We, Yin Yijie and I, were caught unprepared.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding students all felt that Miao Miao was a little girl after all. Now that she could rectify her mistake, it was very easy for her to be forgiven by everyone.

Furthermore, I didn't sustain any real injuries. Furthermore, with Yin Yijie's care and support, I look countless times better than Miao Miao. Thus, the scales of the kind-hearted and cheap human heart tilted towards her once again.

Yin Yijie hated her for hurting me so much that it was already difficult for him to let her go. How was he going to greet her with a smile? In his dreams!

As for me, heh, I felt nauseous when I saw Miao put on airs.

To be honest, she gave me a much worse feeling than Liao Liang's silly shout.

So, I just stood there coldly, watching, waiting to see what she was going to do.

Even though I wasn't physically injured, my heart was ruthlessly stabbed. From then on, I lost more and more trust in others.

The thought of losing your normal relationship with a friend, the kind of bland happiness that I yearn for, scared me out of my wits.

At this moment, Miao Miao's acting was very obvious. It was clear from one look that she had not seen the coffin before she had entered and would not shed a tear, not regretting it at all.

I … He had mixed feelings, but he was just forcefully enduring it.

"Nice makeup, sorry. I don't dare to be your friend in the future, so let's be classmates. " Miao Miao's eyes were brimming with tears as she pleaded for my forgiveness. From the looks of it, she was only missing the urge to kneel down and kowtow and beg for mercy.

I looked at him coldly, unable to understand what he meant.

At this moment, I was completely knocked down by her and passed out.

Yin Yijie looked at me worriedly, guarding himself against Miao Miao for fear that she would suddenly attack me.

Miao waited for a long time, but seeing that we didn't react, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears before heading to the classroom.

A frail figure was walking in the morning wind. The morning sun shines on her back. Her shadow is slanted to the side. It lies across the road, on the wall, stepped on by others …

Her slightly shriveled hair flew messily in the wind, like a broken butterfly wing, bringing with it a tattered beauty …

Very quickly, someone walked over to comfort her and accompany her.

Occasionally, the seedlings raised their sleeves and made a tear-wiping gesture.

One of her classmates handed her a tissue for wiping her tears.

There were also those who surrounded her, as if they were providing a support for the helpless her.

Only I knew that her tears were fake.

So I ignored it.

My heart is so cold that it freezes and I can't feel a ripple.

The words that she had said just now echoed in his mind:

"I'm sorry. I will never do that again. I'm sorry. "

She did not say that she was wrong, nor did she say where she was wrong. In that case, she was still not mistaken.

Yin Yijie lightly pressed on my shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Stay away from her. There's me. "

I nodded, cast him a sidelong glance, and headed back to the classroom.

But at this moment, I lost a match.

Many students watched, I "bullied Miao Miao to the point of crying," and then remained indifferent, flirting with Director Yan, the words of love.

The hearts of the people, solid, all came to Miao Miao's side, wrapping around her and looking at me with hatred.

Feeling countless sharp eyes, as if trying to scrape me alive, I found it laughable.

She was crying. I'm going, what does it matter?

Could it be that he had done something wrong … You aren't willing to apologize to me? You want to pass with just a lie and a trick?

He was somewhat speechless.

Behind the crowd, I walked slowly.

He couldn't stop thinking about what kind of grievances Miao Miao had suffered.

But the problem was that whatever happened to her, it was her own fault.

Do I need to feel sorry for her, or do I need to understand more?

Ah, I understand. This thing is too fucking bullshit.

How many times has a person understood who?

They were all thinking according to their own imaginations. Whoever they thought was very pitiful and pitiful, they would end up on the same side as her.

By the way, I, who caused her misery, would be sent to hell.

In this situation, they probably stepped on my foot in their hearts and saliva flew everywhere.

I frowned slightly and went to my classroom, to my seat.

After class, I go to the toilet, Liao Liang in front of me line up.

I …

Heh, how interesting. The two of them who were once friends seemed to have shared hardships with each other. However, they didn't expect it to be like this.

Now, how should we face it, or turn around? What about Miao Miao?

Standing behind Liao Liang, logically speaking, I should have greeted him first.

Apart from anything else, at least she's been rather nice to me lately, polite and polite.

So now that she was standing in front of me, there was no reason for her to come back and say hello to me.

But the question is, why should I say hello to her?

I've never done this before. Do I have to change it because of some stupid thing?

Of course, if I were to take the initiative to launch another round of attacks, would they think that I was trying to curry favor with them?

I thought it was a possibility, so, after some thought, I didn't say anything.

Coming out of the toilet, we were almost last.

Somehow, subjectively or objectively, Liao Liang walked next to me.

None of us spoke. The silent drama continued.

"A few days ago, my dad and colleague helped my mom find a job in the pharmaceutical factory. It's a formal job, cleaning staff, salary is not bad, and there's also three gold coins."

Liao Liang suddenly lowered his voice. In his calm voice, there was a slight sigh.

"Yes."

I mechanically replied. I didn't know what he meant.

I didn't know what Liao Liang meant by that, nor did I know what he meant by 'yea'.

Liao Liang moved a few steps faster and left.

However, it was much lighter than before.

I slowed down a few steps and thought, intentionally or not, what does she mean?

I don't understand. The only thing I can confirm is that she doesn't have any ill intentions. It seems that she has a faint … Relieved.

On the afternoon of the day that Miao Miao returned to school, the sky began to darken as a spring rain began to fall.

Spring arrived. Spring rain was as precious as oil. The rain was continuous and dense. If one didn't pay attention to it, they could get wet.

This type of rain was so small that it was completely soundless. Tens of thousands of threads of rain, falling on the ground, not a speck of dust;

It landed on the umbrella without hitting anything and made no sound; it floated into the water without causing any ripples.

Fine into silk, silky for water, gently, permeate into every corner, silent.

In a flash, several days had passed. The soundless spring rain nourished the land, and all living things were revived. Willow buds slightly spit, peach blossoms to be bloomed. The water in the pool came to life and the thin layer of ice floating on top of it melted …

Last night, Yin Yijie's words surprised me greatly.

When I opened the window, a light drizzle came in, wetting my face.

She had not expected that such a weak and weak Miao Miao would hide such a deep scheming. She would definitely win such a battle. What a good wrist.

At that time, Yin Yijie and I were completely unprepared, so we definitely wouldn't have shown his any goodwill.

However, I still don't understand. What does her turning over have anything to do with me?

It is only the first day since I returned to school, yet you want to tease me so highly. What do you mean by that?

Could it be that she will be able to expel me just by regaining the human heart and standing up again?

No solution. I sighed and followed Yinjie to the dining room for breakfast. Breakfast continued to be bountiful.

Then go to school. Listening to the different prompts on his phone, it seemed like he was slowly familiarizing himself with the voice.

I looked at him with some emotion and gratitude.

In the school, the once frozen pool was blown away by the spring wind. The momentary peace also disappeared.

When I carried my backpack upstairs, I could clearly feel the loathing and inquisitive gazes coming from the people around me. There were even people who stayed away from me. If the conditions allowed, I probably wanted to force them to back off.

Moreover, it was different this time around.

This look of contempt was no longer one of disdain towards a homeless and guardian girl.

Instead … How should he put it?

For example, now, uh... Just me.

For example, now that I accidentally found out that my father was a traitor, a person who was bribed by the RB to be a spy in our city, how would everyone look at him?

What do you think of me?

Of course, this metaphor was not very appropriate.

This was because everyone's attitude to the traitor was very firm. They must hate him to the bone and then move on.

However, in a sense, the attitude of my classmates towards me now is very much the same as before. I don't know why, so let's compare.

But they've never been nice to me, and who cares what they like?

What the hell?

However, even though he was being shooed away by countless machine gun eyes, he still didn't feel good, rather, it was not good at all.

I followed the stream of people to my classroom, sat down, and read early.

On the one hand, to shut out the audio and visual interference, to quiet down; on the other hand, to read diligently, let the new content occupy my time and place.

I knew all the lessons I needed to memorize, so I brought out the trump card I had once used: a relatively standard American pronunciation, Hemingway's Old Man and the Sea, which Blain had found for me.

The story is actually quite simple. The protagonist, Santiago, is an old fisherman who, after many hardships, captures "a huge marlin that weighs more than fifteen hundred pounds." On the way back, he encountered five attacks from sharks. The old man fought back bravely with a harpoon, a paddle, and a knife. When he took the boat back to the harbor, the marlin was left with only a huge white skeleton.

However, the lonely old people struggle in the heart of the journey, and face the defeat is still stubborn struggle, never to yield to the will moved me. An old man, under heavy pressure, still maintained his elegant demeanor, and was never defeated in spirit. Undoubtedly, it was extremely great.

So Hemingway won the Nobel Prize.

As for me, my current life is superior. The pressure is far from his and there are still many …

Oh, I have friends, don't I?

Ran Hua, Blain, Zhao Yun, haven't they been helping me all along?

There was also Liao Liang. Actually, he had already given me his support in another way.

Besides, I have a home, and a family. With such superior conditions, if I'm less than an old man, shouldn't I feel like Shame?

Bain used to say that word, and I thought it was pretty funny.

Actually, I usually read in a low voice early in the morning, said Blain. It's a psychological sign of inferiority.

So today, I read in my normal voice.

There are some words in the novel... The words I knew were far beyond the requirements of the textbook, and I was used to the jargon and the English language; therefore, there were some words that I thought I saw for the first time, but I could roughly guess from his brother's name, Tom, that he was probably called Sam or something. Anyway, it would be fine if he read it a few more times.

Of course, recognizing a character on one side is also a mistake. This isn't new, is it?

Standing next to me, the English teacher noticed that I was holding an English book in my hand. I was reading The OldManandTheSea and it seemed that I had not misread it.

Stand by my side and listen, pronounce accurately, hear clearly …

Oh, I guess, because I've already recited this passage several times, very skillfully, and I feel like I can hear it very clearly from the repeater.

But the teacher stood for a long time, holding on and looking thoughtful.

In the first English class, the teacher told me to stand up.

I stood up obediently.

"Your makeup is very nice. Please come up and silently write out the passage you recited earlier about 'The Old Man and the Sea' as today's homework."

Err … I left my seat and walked over to the lectern and looked at the teacher.

He's even more ruthless than I am. Could it be that he wants me to spell the wrong words …

Although his teacher had graduated from the English Department at the university, most of his contemporaries had studied English in the British style. Now, most of them were OUT.