The most beautiful things are often the purest and heartfelt, such as hibiscus out of the water without mud, like a fairy in the dust without touching the dust, but often many times, people are always accustomed to ignoring this pure emotion, until they lose it, it hurts their hearts and lungs.

Wen Xiao's tears never stopped, his voice seemed to be very choked, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Yang Yi stood beside Wen Xiao, with a deep sense of remorse on his face, looking very uneasy, and his whole eyes were all focused on Wen Xiao's body.

The breeze blew lightly, bringing up Wen Xiao's short hair, which should have belonged to a beautiful picture, but was wet with tears.

Yang Yi was like a child who had done something wrong, silently lowering his head.

Maybe it was the wind that dried Wen Xiao's tears, or maybe it was the sun that evaporated Wen Xiao's tears, Wen Xiao slowly turned his head, bit his lip tightly, and stared at Yang Yi tightly.

"Do you know? I have always taken you as an example, desperately trying to catch up behind you, I know that I am not as smart as you, and I also know that you have been silently letting me, but I have never given up, I keep telling myself, maybe if I work harder, I can catch up with you, but what have you done, what have you done with your talent? Who are you worthy of? Worthy of yourself, worthy of me? Do you want to live an idle life with whom you will live in the future? Yang Yi: I really misread you. ”

Wen Xiao's words were like a sharp sword inserted into Yang Yi's heart, and a heart-rending pain came from the trembling and convulsions of Yang Yi's whole soul.

The more Wen Xiao spoke, the more excited he became, and the tears that had been dry surged out again.

After Wen Xiao finished saying this, he ran away without looking back, leaving Yang Yi alone to stand in the breeze.

The sun was very big, and the temperature on the ground was very high, but Yang Yi felt very cold.

Yang also wanted to chase Wen Xiao's figure, but found that he couldn't move his legs.

The greatest tragedy in the world is that you can't do anything about it when you see it happening, and the farthest distance in the world is that the person is by your side, but you can no longer reach out to keep it.

It seems that this time Yang Yi also realized his mistake, after Wen Xiao left, the fatigue originally caused by the past few days may be because of Wen Xiao, and the fatigue is lost.

Life is a long time, and there is providence in the dark, and for Yang Yi, Wen Xiao is providence, correcting Yang Yi's wrong life trajectory, perhaps this is also what others say, some things will not disappear with time.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and there is no truth that has been covered up without being discovered, and Yang Yi has never gone out to the Internet since that time.

But for other classmates, Cui Ming and others are still addicted to the world of online games, and their circumvention of the wall has not been covered up after all.

Under the teacher's "severe torture", Cui Ming came out of the tray like shaking his own pearls, and Yang Yi's name was also known to the teacher.

It was an evening when the sunset was sloping to the earth, with the sound of birds and the gentle breeze, and the junior high school teachers were still habitually playing basketball on the basketball court, enjoying perhaps the best time they felt.

But today's evening is a little different from the past, the basketball court is empty, and all the teachers are gathered around the court, as if teasing, as if teasing, as if the protagonist in this group of people.

There is no doubt that the protagonist is Yang Yi, and the biggest difference between Yang Yi and Cui Ming and others is his top-notch grades, so that many teachers who have not taught Yang Yi know his name well.

A man in his thirties, standing directly opposite Yang Yi, stared at Yang Yi tightly with his eyes full of coldness, and the two strands of beard in his mouth rose and fell slightly because of the atmosphere.

This is Yang Yi's homeroom teacher, Mr. Hu, and Yang Yi's math teacher.

"Come, tell me how long you've been out on the Internet?"

Yang Yi had been keeping his head down before, avoiding Teacher Hu's gaze, and now when he heard Teacher Hu's words, he had to raise his head, but he never looked at Teacher Hu's gaze.

Perhaps many people have experienced this feeling when they were students, doing wrong things, and having an inexplicable fear of teachers.

Yang Yi didn't hide anything, and told everything about the incident in 1510.

"Then why didn't you suddenly go out over the wall and go out to surf the Internet?" Mr. Hu continued.

"Because I don't want to. Yang Yi did not avoid Mr. Hu's gaze this time, and his eyes looked at Mr. Hu's gaze firmly.

Maybe behind this determined look, I just don't want to disappoint that girl.

Of course, Yang will definitely not say it, because early love was also a "crime" at that time, and it is more likely to involve Wen Xiao.

"Oh, did you suddenly come to your senses?" said Yang Yi's Chinese teacher, Mr. Tang, with a smile on his face.

"Teacher Tang, this is Yang Yi in your class? I heard that he is a little talent in our school. Another history teacher who teaches other classes said.

"Yes, Yang Yi, this student is terrible, Mr. Hu, don't frighten people. Teacher Chen, the Chinese teacher of another class, said.

"Now that you've realized your mistake, it's not hard for me to call your parents next week. Teacher Hu said with a slightly softened face.

When Yang Yidi heard Mr. Hu's words, his face turned pale, and a sense of powerlessness quietly appeared, his hands clenched into fists, and his face showed a trace of pain.

Yang Yi's expression changed, and all the teachers around him saw it, although inviting parents is also a more serious matter, but the teachers still didn't expect Yang Yi to have such a big reaction.

"Teacher Hu, don't always invite parents at every turn, look at the scared others so that their faces turn pale, doesn't it mean that this child's literary talent is good? I think it's better to let Yang Yi show me the spot. Teacher Chen smiled and pleaded with Yang Yi.

"Teacher Chen will have to make sense, in ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps, and now we will let Yang Yi write a book, if he can really say an article that we are all satisfied with, we will let him go. The history teacher continued.

(Note: During the Three Kingdoms period, after Cao Cao's death, his son Cao Pi succeeded to the throne, Cao Pi wanted to kill his brother Cao Zhi in order to consolidate his royal power, but there was no excuse, so he asked Cao Zhi to write a poem in seven steps in the main hall, otherwise he would be executed. ）

Teacher Hu probably wanted to give himself a step down, so he nodded and agreed to the seemingly absurd requests of other teachers.

This story has also been praised by the teachers of Yang Yi's middle school, and Baixi Chengwen has always been used as a story by the teachers to inspire the students behind Yang Yi.

An essay entitled "Autumn" that Yang Yi read at that time.

"Fallen leaves can be accompanied by the wind, and the branches hang horizontally with cold shoots. ”

"In the early morning, the slightly delicate brightness spreads the earth, but it can't cover the cold air of autumn, and the dead leaves of the branches are tossing and turning, as if they are looking for the way home, messy and overwhelmed.................."

Many years later, this evening has also become Yang Yi's best memory, but no one would have thought that the autumn leaves referred to in Yang Yiwen's article are actually himself, maybe this is what the ancients called "melting in the scene".