That night, Jiang Xiaokui had insomnia.

Lately she has been suffering from insomnia.

After tossing and turning on the bed for almost an hour, she felt that her heart was in a mess, and she didn't know whether she was thinking about the division of arts and sciences or nervous about going out with Zhuang Ziping and them tomorrow.

It doesn't seem to be.

She didn't know what she was thinking.

Thoughts fly unscrupulously, thinking about the present, thinking about the future, and sometimes thinking about the past.

When people have insomnia, their minds will always become extremely active.

To stop her mind from thinking, she turned on her phone and looked at the chat app.

Two people sent her a message, one of which was Zhuang Ziping who had told her an hour earlier, "Don't release my pigeons tomorrow." ”

The place he and his friends set was a KTV, and Jiang Xiaokui had heard of it, because it was close to several schools, and it gradually became a small stronghold for fun-loving students to gather during the holidays. She had heard that it was a mess there. She never thought that she would be invited to play there one day, on the one hand, she was a little looking forward to it, and on the other hand, she was inevitably worried.

But she convinced herself that happiness is inherently risky, and since she wants to be happy, she might as well go and see it. Leave your fear behind for the time being, people who are free and easy will not be afraid.

She had just turned off her phone an hour ago and started sleeping, so she didn't reply to Zhuang Ziping's message, presumably he should have thought she had slept. So she didn't reply at this time, thinking that it would be good to reply to him before leaving tomorrow.

Another person who messaged her was Jing Pengze, who sent the message half an hour ago. He asked her, "Jiang Xiaokui, you tell the truth, don't you want to study anymore?" ”

Jiang Xiaokui was lying under the cover at this time, so the light on the mobile phone screen was very dazzling.

She squinted slightly at the words sent by Jing Pengze, a little surprised that he was the first to notice her transformation.

She thought for a moment and typed back: If I said yes, what would you do, tell my parents?

Jing Pengze even replied in seconds: Do you think I'm so boring?

Jiang Xiaokui thought to herself—isn't it?

But she didn't turn that thought into news and go back.

After a while, Jing Pengze sent her another message: Since you don't want to learn anymore, you shouldn't care about the selection of essays and theories.

Jiang Xiaokui replied: I said it on the bus during the day - whatever.

Jing Pengze: Then you can choose.

Jiang Xiaokui was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of his words.

She replied: Don't worry about it.

Then, Jing Pengze didn't reply to her.

Speaking of those subjects, Jiang Xiaokui really thinks that studying literature and science are the same. She doesn't like or is good at both literature and science, and the subjects she is good at are English and Chinese, which she will learn regardless of whether she studies literature and science. She also heard that candidates who are good at Chinese and English will be more popular, so she also has plans to study science.

However, that exam shattered many of her thoughts, and she felt that she was hopeless, and she didn't want to study or think about it.

INTERVIEWER If you don't think about it, you really don't think about it at all.

INTERVIEWER Do you really want to give up on "studying"?

Jiang Xiaokui asked herself. She didn't give herself an answer.

After another while, Jing Pengze still hadn't replied to her last message, and she hadn't been waiting for him for a long time. She faintly heard the sound of talking from her parents' bedroom, and then she realized that they hadn't slept so late.

Quietly pacing to the door, she listened intently to her parents' conversation, and vaguely caught her name from their words.

She sighed secretly and thought—sure enough, they couldn't really not care about my poor grades, and they couldn't really not see my poor grades. They also have insomnia, for my sake.

Jiang Xiaokui returned to the bed and sat silently, the moonlight slanted down the unclosed curtains, and the faint silver white made the temperature in the room appear very low. She rested her head on her knees and put her hand around herself.

The ticking of the clock became much more pronounced than during the day, and it was a bit noisy at this time. I don't know if it's an illusion, Jiang Xiaokui felt that her heartbeat was slowly synchronizing with the clock.

On the other side, in Jiang Xiangyang and Wen Xun's bedroom.

They haven't slept yet, just like Jiang Xiaokui just heard, they were chatting, talking about Jiang Xiaokui.

Wen Xun said, "I just said that she shouldn't have let her go to that variety show when she was young." Xiaokui's personality is not like you, she is timid and afraid of life, it was too difficult for her to take her to participate in that variety show at that time, so that for so many years later, she had a feeling that she was being stared at by everyone, and she was always too much in the eyes of the unexpected world. ”

"But she seems to be all right now, except for the poor grades this time—it's just one exam, and you don't want to extend too much. ”

Wen Xun glanced at Jiang Xiangyang, "You don't know anything about our daughter." ”

Jiang Xiangyang smiled, and really relented, "Yes, yes, I don't understand, my wife is hard, and I have to take care of us while working." ”

Wen Xun pinched his ear, "What a person, don't be serious, I'm talking to you about business!"

"Who is not serious!Wen Xun, everyone is forty years old, why do you still do it without saying a word?!"

Wen Xun was amused by him, let go of his hand, and said again, "I just think Xiaokui's psychological condition is not very good, we are always busy with work, and many times we can't take good care of her." In the past, she was young and faced less pressure and temptation, but now that she is in high school, I am afraid that she will not be able to stand the pressure and resist the temptation when she is not in a good state. ”

"Wouldn't it be better if we took the initiative to talk to her?"

"Xiaokui is the kind of child who will take the initiative to say his thoughts. ”

Jiang Xiangyang nodded in agreement, and then smiled helplessly, "This is like us, isn't it?"

Seeing that Wen Xun didn't have the intention of joking, Jiang Xiangyang said again, "But fortunately, there is Peng Ze in the same class as her, he is a reliable child, and he can help us take care of Xiaokui in everything." ”

"As soon as you say this, I get even more worried. This is immediately divided into classes in arts and sciences, Peng Ze's child must be a science, Xiaokui is not good at science, I let her choose by herself, she will learn literature. Now we don't even have someone who can help us take care of her. ”

“...... Blame me, I don't open which pot to mention. Jiang Xiangyang said, "But sometimes we are too worried about her, she is so old, she can take care of herself in everything, we always treat her as a child, and it is more difficult for her to grow up." ”

Wen Xun sighed, "Perhaps." Well, it's time to sleep, too. Oh yes, Aoi said that she was going out with her classmates tomorrow. ”

"Isn't that a good thing, you see, she used to rarely hang out with her friends. ”

"But I was a little uneasy. ”

Jiang Xiangyang raised his hand and patted Wen Xun on the shoulder, "That's why you're worrying too much, okay, let's sleep." ”

He extinguished the bedside lamp and moved to Wen Xun's side. After a tiring day, the two quickly fell asleep.