"Hey, hey, hey, why did Brother Xia sleep again, I remember that you wouldn't sleep in zoology class. ”

Even if you are so angry that you want to hit someone, you still smile in return, after all, you have to maintain your demeanor at all times, don't you?

"Maybe the teacher's teaching level has regressed, haven't you listened carefully?"

I've been sleeping in class, so I don't know if she's listening carefully, anyway, it's right to ask. Even if he is a top student, under the "impressive" lectures of university professors, and with the atmosphere of "serious study" in our school, he dare not say that he has been listening carefully in class, whether it is because of modesty or weakness.

"Have you stayed up late again, your eyes are so dark, and you go to sleep when you enter the classroom, don't you know that this is not conducive to wound recovery?

"How do you know if I chose to stay up late or choose me at night? If you don't want me to sleep in the next class, then give me a quiet space, after all, I sleep now to prepare for the next class!"

"Don't be hippie and smiley, I don't know if you're smiling like this?"

I didn't answer again, and then I would definitely be unable to figure it out for a while, this kind of girl who has nothing to do with it just hangs it, and I don't explain too much, what? What does it matter to me, and it's not my girlfriend, how can I lose my temper unreasonably, who I love, who is who, sleep is the most important, Lan is still waiting for me?

The second class is still sleeping, maybe the preparation is not enough, the energy is still not enough, just continue to prepare for the afternoon serious lectures, if it doesn't work, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

"Hey, Liu Pengju (softly), it's time to go!

"Hmm!"

I took out my handkerchief and rubbed my eyes, looked around, and everyone was gone, so that one or two classmates were still engrossed in playing with their phones. Luo Yixuan stood aside with his schoolbag on his back, looking at me suspiciously.

"Are you sick, I see that you have been languishing all morning, you have been sleeping, I remember as if the trauma would cause fever and lack of energy, did you not sleep well last night?"

"It's okay! It's always been like this, and you don't know my situation!"

"The president organized everyone to have a plant cognition on campus at noon today, and called a few botany professors, are you still going? ”

"It's okay, I'm fine, I can't trouble you anymore, you've helped me a lot, I don't know how to thank you. ”

"It's all trivial things, I don't need to talk to me about it, it's not that I'm not unfamiliar with it. ”

"No thanks. Let's go!"

Her original smile made my words become gloomy, as if I was angry, I don't know if it was intentional, and it wasn't the first time I joked like this, it shouldn't be!

Dozens of people with pens and notebooks followed the teacher in the various green areas of the school, and from time to time walked to some flowers and trees that bloomed and sprouted, and a large group of people pointed around, and from time to time wrote down some of the content of the teacher's speech, hanging the name of research and study, as if the lawn was trampled on as a matter of course. It also makes countless couples basking in the sun on the bench and lawn and showing their affection very embarrassed, and the thin-skinned ones even run away, which is very interesting.

"There's no need to laugh all the time, you're always showing your big white teeth!

"My mom used to say, 'A cold heart needs a warm smile,' so even if I was crying secretly, I wouldn't show it. ”

"And don't you think your 'smile' is a little chilling, and it feels sinister when you look too much?"

"Is it because you have something in your heart? If it's really such an exaggeration, I'll pay attention next time. ”

I think only people who know me well enough will know why I keep "smiling", maybe not only for physical reasons, but also to hide my fear and sadness psychologically.

The teacher's explanation was very interesting, and I listened to it with relish, and I didn't take notes, and I couldn't keep up with the speed of writing, if the speed kept up for ten minutes, I might not be able to understand it again. Whether I write or paint, I follow the style of Picasso (more like a comic). I can't read anyone but myself, it's like adding a layer of password. Although my family has been forcing me to practice calligraphy when I have nothing to do when I was a child, more than ten years have passed, and the characters are getting uglier and uglier.

When everyone left, I borrowed a note from her, and then went back to write slowly (the phone was out of battery, and there was no other idea), the little girl's words are delicate, and the overall look is beautiful.

Breathe in some fresh air, feel much better, my head is no longer so dizzy, basking in the sun, my mood is no longer so depressed, I went to Minghu, maybe my heart is not quiet, I can't see anything, even the flocks of goldfish, and the black swans playing in both hands are so dazzling, my heart is shouting:

"Lan, where the hell are you? Come out. I miss you. ”

The vision gradually blurred, he couldn't see clearly, and leaned weakly against the guardrail. In the end, I don't know how to get back to the dormitory.