Seeing that Chu Ning was said to be in a hurry, Xia Yan couldn't help but laugh at him and said: "Look at the two or five or eighty thousand you usually pretend, now you are in a hurry as soon as I say it! If you have the ability, you can go to Lingxi to explain things clearly, don't be an obscure infatuation here." ”

Knowing that he wouldn't do this, Xia Yan deliberately said this, Chu Ning couldn't help but glared at him, and said viciously: "I should really poison this wine, so that you can't see the sun tomorrow now." ”

"You won't, after all, I love you so much, right? You said how good it would be if you were a woman? If you were a woman, no matter who you liked, I would marry you with a cheeky face, and I would never let you be wronged. Seeing Chu Ning turn his face, Xia Yan couldn't help laughing, and pulled Chu Ning's arm and said deliberately 'ambiguously'.

"If I were a woman, I would castrate you as soon as possible. Chu Ning pushed him away in disgust, and warned him with a smile.

In autumn, the nailed room was still hotter in the middle of the night than outside.

The voltage in the village was unstable, and it suddenly tripped in the middle of the night, and there was no electric fan, and DingNail was really hot and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and prepared to go to the courtyard outside to cool off.

I thought that Annan, who lived in the next room, was already asleep and didn't want to make noise with others, so when DingTalk came out, he tiptoed and put his movements very lightly.

As soon as she walked out of the room, before she could close the door, she heard Annan's voice not far away: "Can't you sleep in the heat too?"

Following the prestige, DingTalk found that Annan came out earlier than himself, and was lying on the haystack piled up in the yard at this time.

It's rare that Annan didn't fall asleep, and DingTalk didn't have to be careful for fear of arguing him, so he strode to the side of the haystack, jumped on the haystack with a quick movement, and sat down next to Annan.

"It's too hot in the house, it's not as cool as outside, so come out and shake it. Why, you can't sleep in the heat?" DingTalk asked rhetorically.

"Yes, although it seems that I am used to life here on weekdays, but when there is no electricity, all the details are revealed. If you look at the whole village, everyone else slept well except for the two of us, who couldn't sleep in the heat. After all, it's still squeamish, are you right?" Annan generously admitted, not forgetting to tease himself a few words.

DingTalk was noncommittal, only propped his hands on his sides, looked up at the stars in the sky, and was silent for a moment before he asked Annan: "By the way, I haven't asked you for so long, why did you come here to teach in the first place?" Although I think you are very good, but you don't look like someone who will come to teach. ”

"Why?" Annan said with some curiosity about DingTalk's opinion of himself.

"Because you look like you're six uncleansed. DingTalk was not polite and bluntly said.

"Six roots are not purified?" seemed to hear an interesting judgment, Annan, who was lying on the side, couldn't help laughing, and said: "Your description is also considerate, I do have six roots unclean." But you don't look like someone who would come here to teach, so why are you here?"

Why did she come?

Hearing Annan ask himself, DingTalk was in a trance.

In fact, the reason why she ran to such a barren mountain was simply to escape from herself in reality.

Tan Zimo became a vegetative person for her, she didn't know how she could continue her life in the outside world with such a sin on her back.

This small mountain village is like a paradise with enchantment for DingTalk, where she hides to cultivate, and hides here to atone and repent for the mistakes she has made.

Of course, she came here to avoid Lin Zifeng.

After so many things happened, she didn't know how to face Lin Zifeng, she was afraid, so she would rather shrink into a ball and hide.

Everything echoed in DingTalk's mind, her face gradually darkened, and finally slowly spoke: "The reason why I came here is a secret. ”

This secret had been pressing her for many, many years, and she was almost out of breath, and she wanted to share it with anyone, but she didn't dare to tell anyone......

"Since it's a secret, it's something that can't be easily said to others. But I see that you are very depressed, so it is better to tell you a secret of mine, and then you will tell me your secret. In this way, we all have each other's secrets, and we are not afraid of who will betray whom. "It's always easy to have a desire to talk at night, and Annan tonight is no exception.

Annan's suggestion may sound ridiculous, but it seems to have a fatal appeal to people like DingTalk.

After hesitating for a while, DingTalk finally nodded and said, "Your suggestion is good, then let's exchange with each other." Now you can tell me why the hell you're here, and does it have something to do with the little prince you painted?"

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, DingTalk still remembered the little prince he drew on the blackboard newspaper at that time.

Annan pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "It's a little related, but it's not very related." You just said that I am a good person, but in fact, you are wrong. Before I came here again, I wasn't just a good person, I was a scumbag. ”

"It's the first time I've heard someone willing to admit that they're scumbags. Looking at Annan now, DingTalk really can't imagine what he used to be like a scumbag.

Knowing that DingTalk was hard to believe, Annan continued: "Our family is very rich, and I can easily get whatever I want from childhood to adulthood, including any woman I want. But a few years ago, I fell in love with someone, but she didn't like me. ”

Hearing this, DingTalk thought it was some kind of old-fashioned love story, and couldn't help but laugh: "So did you spend a lot of time chasing her, and she rejected you, and in the end you were heartbroken, so you hid here to heal your emotional wounds?"

DingTalk's guess is reasonable, and according to the old-fashioned love story, it really should develop like this.

But Annan is a scumbag, how could he let the other party go so easily.

Recalling everything at the beginning, Annan's eyes suddenly brought a hint of self-deprecating smile, and he shook his head and said: "You are wrong, although she has always rejected me, but I finally got her, and I got her by very despicable means." ”

It wasn't until he heard Annan say the last sentence that the smile on DingTalk's face gradually faded, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became a little stiff: "What the hell is going on?"

DingTalk listened a little confused, and it seemed that this was a very complicated story.

Sure enough, hearing DingTalk's question, Annan sighed with emotion: "If you want to talk about it in detail, it is actually the love story between her and others, and I am just a despicable third party." The story is a bit long, do you really want to hear it?"

"I can't sleep tonight anyway, and it's nice to have a story to listen to after such a long night. DingTalk exhaled deeply, indicating his interest.

Since DingTalk expressed interest, Annan continued: "The person I like is called Meng Qingge, and the person Qingge likes is not me, but a person named Han Zhe......"

That was only a few years ago, but now that Annan recalls it, it feels like a lifetime ago......

Before entering the door of the classroom, Han Zhe heard the sound of 'oh, bang, bang, ......' from inside, like a ball being smashed against the wall at once, making a dull sound.

Apparently, there were still people in the classroom who hadn't left.

Finding that someone had left later than himself, Han Zhe was surprised.

Today is Saturday, and the senior high school students are like a group of trapped beasts in a cage, and they cherish every opportunity to open the floodgates.

Even I left school so late because I made an appointment with boys from other classes to play basketball together.

Perhaps out of curiosity, Han Zhe deliberately slowed down his steps when he entered the door, so that Meng Qingge, who was sitting in the seat, did not notice that anyone had come in.

Douda's cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead, and the already sultry weather made Meng Qingge uncomfortably sticky.

The broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and his left brain hurt so badly that it seemed to be torn by someone.

She closed her eyes in agony, and with a single instinct, she banged her head against the wall on her left, trying to distract herself with other pains.

Meng Qingge's almost masochistic way obviously frightened Han Zhe, the two were students who were only assigned to this top class in the third year of high school, and they had not said a word in the same class for more than a semester, and the relationship was not even a general acquaintance, so they were already strangers.

In addition, Meng Qingge has always been low-key, although his grades are excellent and his appearance is also very beautiful, he is almost indifferent to others.

From the same class to the present, Han Zhe only knows her name, and almost nothing else.

The sudden intersection caught Han Zhe off guard, because he seemed to have accidentally snooped on someone else's secret, which made him very embarrassed.

No one likes their privacy to be prying eyes, and while Meng Qingge didn't find himself, Han Zhe wanted to slip away quietly like this, as if he had never seen this embarrassing scene.

It's a pity that it backfired, as soon as Han Zhe moved, the basketball in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.

The basketball on the ground made a loud noise in the quiet classroom, which naturally alarmed Meng Qingge, who was sitting in the corner.

Hearing the movement, Meng Qingge instinctively raised his head, and his eyes as sharp as ice shot straight at Han Zhe like a cold arrow, shooting straight into his heart, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

At this moment, Han Zhe discovered that the girl who was withdrawn and boring in everyone's mouth was not as weak and deceitful as she appeared on the surface. From her cold gaze, he saw only wariness and contempt, as if there was no value in this world worthy of her more glances.

"Does your head hurt?" should have left quietly, but in the face of Meng Qingge's ice-like gaze, Han Zhe couldn't help but stay.

Just an inconsequential person, Meng Qingge didn't answer, closed his eyes again and continued to hit the wall.

Her head really hurt, and if there was a knife in front of her, she thought she wouldn't hesitate to cut it down on her head to see if there was a tumor like her heart.