Wang Zhaoyang was so good to me, so good that I was a little carried away and a little self-inflicted.

I think there's always a little bit of a way for him to look the other way to me. At noon, when my classmates were taking a lunch break, I sat on the top bunk and treated my wounds with Yunnan Baiyao. The stitches on my wrists and arms had been removed, and now the scars were crawling hideously on my arms.

I know that one day they will become very faint and light, so I am not very worried.

But this chest injury, because I didn't seek medical treatment, made a mess by myself, and there has been no sign of improvement. It doesn't hurt, but it doesn't grow well, and the yellow scab is knotted, I know I can't pick it, and I always can't help but pick it twice.

Every day, it is sprinkled with Yunnan Baiyao, and then it is wrapped with fast gauze by itself. If you can't afford gauze, you can only use toilet paper.

When dealing with the wound, I couldn't help but think about what Xie Tingting said, whether men would care or not, and whether Wang Zhaoyang would dislike it.

I always have a hunch that one day I will meet Wang Zhaoyang naked, probably because I always YY him. I will also recall the hug when I cried that day, and the little contact I had with him.

Sweet, panicked.

And Wang Zhaoyang's girlfriend, because she didn't appear, I automatically blocked this link in my heart. If you have someone you like, you will be willing to dress up, and on this day I wore a ponytail and a white shirt.

This white shirt was originally Wu Yuqing's, because she disliked her arms, and there was a strap that pulled up the long sleeves into short sleeves, which was very troublesome, so she didn't wear it and gave it to me.

I'm wearing it, it's a little bigger.

I wore this dress to the photo studio, last time Wu Yuqing gave me 200 yuan, I think it is enough to cope with the next days, and it is enough to take some pictures.

I don't plan to wash as many photos as other students, just a few, I'll keep one for myself, one for Wang Zhaoyang, two for the class leader, and two for the other two classmates who gave me photos.

My sister who made up makeup gave me makeup, followed the trend, shaved my head with a comb, and injected a lot of styling water. I looked at myself in the mirror with heavy makeup, and I was completely different.

There are two sets of clothes in total, one is your own and the other is from the photo studio. The photographer gave me a look, thought my dress was too long and cumbersome, and then crossed the corners of the shirt and tied it into a bow like that, and let me shoot like this.

After the filming of this set, I changed into a set of clothes that I thought were a little sexy, a black halterneck vest, sleeveless, and a small bare half of the back.

In fact, it was also more open in those days, and there were people who dared to wear it like this on the road. The photographer said to take pictures, of course, it is more pretty.

I listened to their words and posed for expressions, and finally chose two. One is sitting on the ground with a smile on the front, and the other is taken from the back, with the side face facing the ground, which is very deep.

At that time, I thought it was just a back, but two days later I got the photo, which was stupid. Why am I obviously wearing clothes, this back can be photographed with a feeling of not wearing clothes.

But whether it's the front or the side, it's really good-looking.

Although I was a little embarrassed, I still packed all four photos into an envelope, which was prepared separately for Wang Zhaoyang. Let the students pick the rest.

On this day, I was still wearing the same shirt, with a ponytail, and I learned from the photographer to teach me, and I was not knotted or not. When I arrived at school, I went to Wang Zhaoyang's office first and was embarrassed to send the photos.

I was not the only one who left him a photo by his classmates, and that's fine.

Wang Zhaoyang was looking down at the test paper at the time, and he didn't pay much attention to me, so he opened the small envelope and took a brief look at it, but fortunately he didn't see the Lubei. I ran away in a hurry.

I'm so happy in my heart, do you think it's a seduction, because I think my pictures are the most beautiful.

When I entered the classroom, he stood on the podium, glanced at the clothes on my body, and said in front of the whole class, "You either give me this dress to wear, or go to the dormitory to change, and that hair, you won't be tied and cut, like a student!"

My heart twitched, and I found that my classmates were looking at me with strange eyes, and I instantly felt like I couldn't raise my head, and my face darkened, "Okay, I'll change." ”

I'm not a good-natured man, and I don't miss the good of others. You are good to me today, I will laugh at you today, you are not good to me today, and all the love points will be written off.

So Wu Yuqing said that I am a white-eyed wolf, which is also true.

I walked slowly on the quiet campus, I was not afraid of missing class time at all, and the exams didn't matter to me anyway.

Recalling Wang Zhaoyang's attitude towards me just now, I laughed at myself.

What's the big deal.

I changed into old clothes, just went to the dormitory, I rubbed for an hour, went back after class, and continued to study in the evening of the next session.

When Wang Zhaoyang came to the window to inspect, Tete glanced at me, and I found out in my spare eye.

I'm angry with Wang Zhaoyang, and I don't want to give him a good face. And the only way I can get revenge on him is that I don't study hard. I really don't blame me, who let me know that the college entrance examination is completely meaningless to me.

In Wang Zhaoyang's class, I wrote my thoughts on the paper: there are still two weeks to take the college entrance examination, and it will be three years in a blink of an eye. I can't remember how many fights I've had with Wu Yuqing in the past three years, and she hasn't spoken to me since she ran away from home. Guo Jingming said, youth is a bright sadness, fart, my youth has never been bright. I like Z......

I was writing this, and there was still one English letter left, Wang Zhaoyang had already walked up to me with a textbook in one hand, and directly reached out and pulled out the paper I had hidden under the book, I looked up at him, he glanced at the paper, sandwiched it into his own textbook, didn't look at me, and continued to class.

I pretended to go to class, my face was not good-looking, and after class, Wang Zhaoyang asked me to go to the office to get this piece of torn paper.

I really don't care if I get this broken paper back, what I care about is the last two letters, should I make him think of anything, let him know that I have a crush on him, how faceless I am.

I entered the office, Wang Zhaoyang didn't look at my broken paper, sat on his stool, looked up at me slightly, frowned, and said, "Do you know what youth is?"

"I don't know. "I don't have a good face.

Wang Zhaoyang said, "How old are you, you are young, let me tell you, your youth has not yet begun, if you continue to do this, Yan Xiaochang, you will have no youth." ”

I don't know what he's talking about.

Wang Zhaoyang didn't seem to be bothered to train me today, and it is estimated that he was not very satisfied with my recent performance, and he would take the college entrance examination immediately, and he didn't have the energy to focus on any student.

Returning this piece of paper to me, Wang Zhaoyang took out a paper bag from under the stool and handed it to me, I took a look, and it was clothes.

I said I don't want to.

Wang Zhaoyang lowered his eyes, "My girlfriend loves to buy clothes, she buys them and doesn't wear them, they're all new, keep them." ”

My heart moved slightly, and the corners of my mouth pulled out a sneer that only I could detect, and nodded, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Wang Zhaoyang didn't speak, and I left with the bag.

What girl doesn't like clothes, even old clothes. But this bag of clothes, I was not curious at all, and I didn't have the spirit to open it and look at it, so I threw it away for a long time.

Wang Zhaoyang didn't ask me either.

Two weeks later, on the last day before the college entrance examination, in the last class, in the last five minutes, Wang Zhaoyang wrote four words and two punctuation marks on the blackboard.

"Goodbye!

Looking at us, he did not smile, but his expression was calm and solemn, and he said, "You are the first students I brought with me, and maybe you may be the last." Speaking of which, the classroom was in an uproar, what is the last batch?

Wang Zhaoyang ignored the uproar and continued: "In the past three years, I don't know how much I have taught you, but you have taught me a lot. You have made me grow and let me know how to be a teacher, what is the responsibility of being a teacher, and I would like to say thank you here. ”

As he spoke, he bowed to us under the podium.

The atmosphere was very serious, everyone didn't speak, and our squad leader was moved to tears.

Wang Zhaoyang swept all the students in the audience very generously, "I won't say more words of encouragement, I believe that every teacher has told you, and you yourself are confident enough." From today onwards, you will graduate, and I hope you will remember me as a former teacher or friend, but from now on, you can stop calling me teacher, call me Wang Zhaoyang. ”

I kept staring at the shape of his mouth as he spat out those three words, and I will never forget it.

Looking at everyone again, he smiled and said in a very cheering tone, "Get out of school!"

After saying that, he finally gave me a special look, turned around and walked out of the classroom. Some of the students screamed with excitement, and some secretly cried like the class leader.

I've always felt that separation is not a big deal, because I'm the one who has killed my parents, and I'm used to seeing life and death. So I'm apathetic.

But at this moment, I also want to cry, not crying about the three years of ignorant youth, not crying about the upcoming separation, maybe crying, my first love that I can't say.

It's over, and I may never see Wang Zhaoyang again, although I've been angry with him.

But I didn't cry after all, silently packed up my things, silently poured out with the flow of people, silently looked at the campus, and watched everything that happened in it.

Gently spit out two words, "Goodbye." ”