An Zishan is famous again, and he is very distressed.

Pretended, Seinfeld said.

This time it was because of a song, a Chinese song that was named and sung by the teacher in English class.

Later, the teacher asked the name of the song, and An Zishan said "Li Lei and Han Meimei", and soon the song was sung throughout Shanyang Junior High School.

An Zishan didn't even know that soon after this song quickly spread all over the country through Zhang Hua, and his name, a junior high school student in an ordinary township junior high school, gradually made waves.

That afternoon, the Gang of Three got together again and leaned against the iron railing by the river to chat and eat.

"Zishan, I don't understand, how did you write that song?" Zhang Hua said with a suspicious sigh, this song made Zhang Hua shocked An Zishan.

"Brother is talented, you don't understand. "A group of masters are lonely, and the expression of the high place is unbearable, An Zishan enjoys it very much.

", disgusting... Zhang Hua and Seinfeld laughed and scolded together, it's not okay to be modest.

Recently, the topics around the three of them are either songs written by An Zishan, or gossip about the relationship between An Zishan and Zhang Lingling.

Although after the fight passed, the two of them coerced and lured many times, but An Zishan kept his mouth shut, insisting that he just couldn't see it, and he was impulsive, he and Zhang Lingling had nothing, innocent, just an ordinary relationship between the same table and classmates.

This disgusted Zhang Hua and Seinfeld, and viciously threatened, "You fool the ghost, we are enough brothers, if you don't say anything, we will fight with you, you are still hiding from us, do you have a conscience, if you don't confess, we won't be in trouble in the future!"

Then, one day, An Zishan suddenly recruited, and as a result, the two of them were angry and held him down, and he was beaten fat.

Of course, no slap in the face.

That day, under the unremitting efforts of Seinfeld and Zhang Hua to extract a confession, An Zishan sighed, his face full of nostalgia, sadness, and loneliness.

Said faintly: "Since you must know, I will tell you the truth, in fact, Zhang Lingling and I were lovers in our previous lives, we love each other very much, although we broke up in the end, but although the relationship is not the same, do you say that I can watch her being bullied by other men?"

"Can you bear this for you?"

Zhang Hua's jaw almost dropped, and he stammered, "In your previous life, Zishan, are you now reincarnated?"

Seinfeld pouted, fool, you also believe this, he is a big fool.

An Zishan's face was solemn, and he nodded seriously, "Yes, I am reincarnated, I haven't said anything about this, as far as the two of you know, you must keep it a secret for me, you are my best brother, I believe in you." ”

Then, there is no then.

An Zishan was beaten very badly by two humanoid beasts that instantly turned on the berserk mode, and he was covered in bruises.

It's too much, it's just too much, I can't bear it!

In the past, he used to find some reliable reason to prevaricate us, but now he is so blatantly deceiving us.

Your aunt can bear it, and I can't bear it, uncle, I really took us for fools, and after the berserk duo beat people, they were extremely arrogant and swaggered away.

An Zishan's face was full of resentment, his two hands kept rubbing the bruises on his body, and his eyes were a little confused, "What the hell is this world, to be honest, no one believes it, and it will be beaten." ”

This man has been forced to learn to lie.

April 30th, the last class in the afternoon.

Tomorrow is the holiday, May Day.

Before I knew it, a month had passed since I was reborn.

An Zishan remembered that in his previous life, it should be in September this year, and the State Council reformed and promulgated a new statutory leave system, with the National Day, Spring Festival and "May Day" statutory holidays added to the national holiday of 7 days every year.

Since then, the tourism consumption fever set off by the three "Golden Weeks" has become a new bright spot in China's economic life, and the holiday economy has become a new topic that people are talking about.

At this time, Labor Day is a day off.

It's just right to do something.

Before I knew it, when the last class was over and the bell rang, the classroom was boiling and noisy.

At this time, the head teacher Wen Min walked in.

In junior high school, being able to be a class teacher is not based on men and women, but on the subjects taught.

"Bang bang" Wen Min picked up the blackboard and knocked on the podium, looked down, and instantly fell silent.

"The following announcement of the holiday notice, tomorrow is May Day, a day off, but it is just in time for the weekend, so there are two days off in total. ”

"Next Monday classes will be normal, remember not to be late. In addition, during the holidays, pay attention to personal safety, don't go to places with high mountains and deep rivers alone, and give me serious homework at home, do you understand?" Wen Min said word by word with a majestic face, a tense face.

"Understood. There was a shout from the audience, in this state, how many people are reviewing their homework at home?

"Okay, school. After simply announcing, Wen Min turned around and left, without delay.

"Oye" A bunch of school bags flew over the classroom.

"An Zishan, are there any arrangements for tomorrow's holiday?" Zhang Lingling stood aside prettyly, looking hesitant for a long time, and asked nervously, with hope and nervousness in her eyes.

An Zishan looked at her suspiciously, a little unsure of what medicine she was selling in her gourd, thought about it and said casually: "There is no arrangement, review your homework at home, what's wrong?"

"No... It's okay, I'm just asking. Facing An Zishan's scrutiny, Zhang Lingling suddenly panicked like a lost deer, her cheeks were slightly red, and her voice was like a mosquito and a fly.

"I... I'll go first. Picking up the schoolbag, Zhang Lingling ran out in a panic, leaving An Zishan sitting in the seat with a sluggish face, I don't know why, does this girl have thoughts about herself.

Alas, how good this is, I blame myself for being too good.

Swollen and broken, online, etc., it's urgent.

Where An Zishan couldn't see, Zhang Lingling ran out of the classroom in a panic, dragging her schoolbag with one hand and putting the other hand behind her, clutching it tightly, and she could vaguely see two strips of paper inside, with a 'black' character.

Those were two movie tickets, which were given to her by Zhang Lingling's cousin who lives in the county, originally her cousin was going to watch it with her friends, and her classmates went to see the just-released "The Matrix", which is said to be very popular.

But unfortunately, the ticket was bought but there was something temporary, so I gave it to Zhang Lingling who was on the side, and told her that she could bring her friends to see it, leaving Zhang Lingling stunned, but An Zishan's appearance appeared in her mind for the first time.

Today, I finally mustered up the courage to ask An Zishan, but I ran away after the other party's reply.

A girl's heart was pounding, almost jumping out, her delicate face was red, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her brows were slightly wrinkled together, and the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were about to disperse.

An Zishan was stunned for a while, shook his head with a wry smile, stopped thinking about it, slowly packed his schoolbag, lifted his schoolbag and turned his head to shout to Seinfeld, who was packing up behind, "Fatty, I'll go first, see you on Monday." ”

"Get out, get out" The fat man glanced at An Zishan with disgust, and shouted fiercely.

Yo, I'm still angry, my heart is so small, I've been beaten and bruised, I haven't seen it like you, am I honest?

An Zishan muttered and walked out with his bag, and he was not annoyed.

。。。。。

May 1

Saturday

6 a.m

"When"

A calm voice without a trace of emotion sounded in An Zishan's ears, "19 years and 19 days left."

An Zishan, who got up early, stood in the courtyard, looking expressionlessly at the enlarged blood-colored life clock in front of his field of vision.

Sure enough, 12 scales represent 12 months, and the sound just now is that the hour hand jumped a scale, and a month has passed.

This kind of feeling, the most terrible feeling in the world is not the real death, but the feeling when you know the date of death in advance, but for An Zishan, when the remaining time is emptied, it is not yet known whether it will be death or another new life.

Until now, he had limited knowledge of the life clock, and although he had studied it many times, he had found nothing.

That being the case, he wants to cherish every day of the moment, do what he wants to do, take advantage of his youth, take advantage of his physical strength, and don't leave regrets for his youth and life, it is not wrong.