637 Stop 2 STOP-2: "Memories of the Hand" of New Purgatory City

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

"In short, it's a typical good student. The people are also exceptional. Mi Zhuo emphasized the latter sentence, and Xiuxiang instantly understood what he meant.

Xiuxiang said, "Character and learning are two different things. ”

It doesn't seem very pleasant to say this, Xiuxiang somewhat understands the reason why she "can't chat", this is undoubted, it's too much, too clumsy, isn't the situation just now a very obvious manifestation.

However, Xiuxiang will not change, she thinks that learning and character, just like the wind and snow, are two unrelated things, these are completely two logical things, for example, no one will think that students who study well must have good character, and in the same way, no one will think that as long as you are good enough, you will definitely be able to have proud results.

Let go of our pride in this life and focus on doing our own thing. So whether the academic performance is really good or not is not very important, and for Xiuxiang, it is not an important criterion, so Xiuxiang has not taken it to heart.

She didn't understand what was wrong with Mi Zhuo, why she had linked these two together, and she had to mention them side by side at this time, what was the meaning of this.

Xiuxiang was ready not to think about it.

"Character and academic performance are two different things, but I think character is also very important. Mi Zhuo said cautiously.

Xiuxiang thought that maybe her tone was too strong, causing Mi Zhuo to be a little cautious, whether this would leave a bad impression on him, although for Xiuxiang, it didn't matter what impression she left, but she still wanted to struggle at the end, as much as possible not to leave a bad impression on others.

"It's not 'it's important', it's very important. Xiuxiang smiled and said, "Just imagine, a smart person with a bad character, such a person is always more intimidating than the kind of person who is stupid but has a good heart, and he may use his knowledge to do bad things." ”

"Haha, that's true. However, 'stupid-good' people are not necessarily any better, they are all the same. Midra said.

......

The air froze at this point.

Xiuxiang saw the deep blue night sky suddenly streak through the meteor, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't seen a meteor in this place.

Mi Zhuo's side face, fresh and distinct, with prominent edges and corners, sat beside her, as if sitting next to a statue, without feeling the slightest human breath.

Probably he's so upright that it's hard for you to associate this sitting posture with the human body.

Midra is too thin.

So thin that it seems to fall apart at the touch of it.

It can even be described as skinny.

When he didn't speak, he was also sitting upright, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, Xiuxiang secretly looked at it, it was a pair of hands like a work of art, artists must like such hands, whether it is a painter, a sculptor, a writer or even a performer, without exception.

Story, a person with a story, has such a pair of hands with a story.

Fair and delicate, it doesn't look like a man's hand at all, and if it is a little plumper, you can even make a hand model, which is probably more suitable.

Xiuxiang stared at Mi Zhuo's hand, there was a feeling of being near and far away, as if there was nothing, she only felt a dizziness on the top of her head, like a tape that had been quickly rewinded, and she was not very comfortable after turning back to this position, and it was the same when braking and stopping suddenly, and her body had to have a process of adaptation.

"Why?" said Hideka in a voice so small that even mosquitoes couldn't hear it.

Mi Zhuo looked at Xiuxiang sensitively, only to see her mouth moving, but she couldn't hear her voice clearly, wondering if she had said something she shouldn't have said.

And Xiuxiang has adapted to the frequency after rewinding.

The image of these hands stirred up waves in my heart.

The waves do not stop, and the waves are higher than the waves.

Just when the waves had reached their highest point and hit Xiuxiang's heart, Xiuxiang discovered that a fragment of memory was finally brought up by the waves from the bottom of the sea, and it no longer became a dusty memory, but simply as a memory, it appeared in the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly remembered the other pair of hands, so fair-skinned, so angular, so artistic, Xiuxiang's eyes were suddenly blurred, she felt as if she had fallen into the clouds, and her heart was unconsciously raised, even to the position of her throat, she exhaled deeply, calming her heart.

"What's wrong?" Mi Zhuo asked with concern, and Xiuka realized that neither of them had spoken for a while.

"Minshuo he?" Hideka finally asked.

"I'm not saying that Minshuo's character is not good. Mi Zhuo said, "Oh, you fans are too fragile in your hearts." If you dare to say a few words online, it will be ......"

"Oh, no, you're mistaken. ”

"I'm not mistaken. Mi Zhuo laughed, "I don't mean anything else, I just feel heartache." ”

"Heartache?"

"Yes, you don't have a good life, and you fall in love every day. ”

"Love brain?" Xiuxiang smiled, although cruel, but a very apt metaphor.