In the noisy classroom, Song Zhen pulled the books left and right, quickly stacked them into a pile, and then stuffed them into a turquoise bag - this is a canvas bag, it is obviously not new, and the fading marks in several places are very obvious, and they are all a little white, but it can also be seen from this that the owner of this bag cherishes this bag very much, and it is often washed at a glance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After putting all the books and stationery in his bag, Song Zhen stood up.

She was surrounded by students in front of her, sitting and standing, laughing and playing, and she heard people even start discussing what to eat for dinner—it was the end of the second class in the afternoon, and it was already past four o'clock and almost five o'clock, and if it wasn't too early, it would indeed be possible to go to dinner.

Song Zhen put the bag on his shoulder, turned around and stepped out of his seat.

"Zhen Zhen,"

The girl in the seat in front of her stood up and asked aloud, "Would you like to bring you breakfast tomorrow?"

Song Zhen shook his head, "No need. ”

The girl nodded, "Okay." ”

Song Zhen then turned around and walked towards the back of the teacher, about to leave, but just after taking two steps, he heard a voice behind him, "Song Zhen." ”

Song Zhen stopped again, hesitated for a moment, but turned around.

I saw a handsome boy with a sunny smile standing behind her, in the aisle between the two desks.

The boy leaned slightly, slightly against the table on the left, propped up on the table with one hand, and held two ticket-like things in the other.

The sunset came in from the window, dyeing the boy golden, making people feel as if they felt warmth from him just by looking at it, and because of the angle of light, the boy's eyes flickered in the sun, as if they were glowing, with his handsome face and warm smile, there was a feeling of "wow", and the girl killer described it was about this kind of person.

"I have two tickets for tonight's movie, "Aspirin,"

The boy raised the movie ticket in his hand and said this. As if he noticed that he was a little abrupt like this, he grabbed his hair, smiled, and explained: "Originally, I went to see it with Ah Xiong, but he had something to accompany his girlfriend temporarily, so he couldn't go, and then I heard that you like to watch movies, so I thought I shouldn't waste it, so I might as well invite you to watch it." ”

"So, how?"

The noise in the classroom has been lowered a bit.

Some of the boys looked at the room happily and then ignored it, and left the classroom with their friends on their shoulders; there were girls who were still exchanging gossip as if they were intimately, but it could be seen from their unconsciously lowered voices, pricked up ears and glances from time to time that their minds were completely focused here; and there were boys sitting behind the sunny boy, who were gently beating the sunny boy's back with their fists at the moment, silently cheering him on.

Song Zhen knows the boy in front of him - isn't this nonsense, they are all classmates, and they have all been together for a semester, can they not know each other?

This boy's name is Yan Jun, he is a class grass, he has good academic performance, strong athletic ability, and he is still in the basketball club, and he is very sought-after - it is said that there are at least seven or eight girls in the class who have a crush on him, let alone other classes.

As for why Song Zhen was able to learn this information...... Although she usually doesn't pay special attention to anything except study and work, but girls, gossip is nature, and it can't be wiped out, and when she gets along with other girls, she also hears a lot of gossip in the school, of which Yan Jun accounts for a large part.

"I'm sorry,"

Song Zhen looked at him and said, "I still have something to do, you can find someone else." ”

After speaking, he turned around directly and left through the back door, leaving Yan Jun alone in the sunset, the smile that was full of warmth just now looked very bitter at the moment, and there was still some confusion in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he would be rejected so cleanly.

The other people who watched the excitement also looked stunned, looking at each other, as if they couldn't believe that Yan Jun would be rejected, especially in this way of refusing without giving her the slightest chance, except for the girl who asked Song Zhen just now if she wanted to bring her breakfast, with an expression of "I know".

"If you dare to make a move without understanding the situation clearly, you deserve to be rejected, hum,"

The girl muttered in a low voice, and then muttered to herself, "But Yan Jun actually likes Zhen Zhen......?

Song Zhen didn't know the reaction of everyone in the classroom at this moment--she didn't want to know--she just buried her head and walked forward, went downstairs, got the car, and then rode out of the A4 floor, out of the South District, out of the campus, and in the direction of home.

It may be that there are fewer people off work in the entire Nanyang City today, it may be that the road conditions have improved, it may be that the competitive state is better, anyway, Song Zhen rode home ten minutes faster than usual.

After arriving at Xujia Lane, Song Zhen got out of the car and was about to push the cart in, but she stopped and turned her head to the side.

There was a car parked on the side of the street, and it was covered with a film that reflected the person's face.

Song Zhen just held the handlebar in one hand, stood next to the car, twisted his head, and looked at the girl reflected in the car window through the sunlight.

She just watched quietly, for a long time, she suddenly stretched out her right hand and flicked her bangs, then turned around and pushed the cart inside.

"Uncle Wang," "Grandma Li," "Grandpa Zhang," ......

She walked all the way and greeted each other, and finally reached the door of her own house.

The door was open.

She pushed the car into the small garage on the side, locked it, took the rucksack from the basket again, put it on her back, came to the door, and stood still.

The light in the room is not very good, but Song Zhen has been used to it for more than ten years, so this does not prevent her from seeing the scene inside the house - a man is sitting on the sofa in her house, his head bowed, and he is writing something on the coffee table.

She stood in the doorway blocking the light, and the change in light was felt by the man sitting on the couch in a few moments.

The man looked up, saw her, stood up with a little restraint, and said hello, "Come back." ”

Song Zhen looked away, walked straight into the room, turned his head and looked left and right, "Where is my mother?"

"I went grocery shopping. ”

The man said this, his gaze swept over Song Zhen's canvas bag and paused, then turned away and sat down again.

Song Zhen went into his room and put down his schoolbag, then came out, turned on the TV casually, and walked around the coffee table and sat down on the other side of the sofa where the man was sitting, almost a distance of one person in between.

There was silence between the two, and after a long time, Song Zhen glanced at the coffee table and said, "What is this?"

"This?"

The man pointed to the notebook he was spreading out on the coffee table, and when he saw Song Zhen nodding, he said, "New script." Recently, I've been running around a lot, so I'll take the script with me, and I'll write it for a while when I'm free, and make good use of the fragmented time. ”

Song Zhen didn't say anything about his words, but just asked again, "What's your name?"

The man closed the notebook and showed her the cover—only to see two words written on the cover of the notebook, "Truman."

"Truman's World, if there are no accidents, it should be this name. ”

The man is none other than Duane.

After reading the cover to Song Zhen, he spread out the book again to the place he had just written, only to see two sentences at the end of the book.

"Is anything real?"

"You're real, that's why everyone loves you so much......"

Here's what he just wrote. (To be continued.) )