In the sports room, I was still racking my brains to design the dance moves of the competition, while Fang Wenke, who was lying on the side, was already asleep, and Fang Wenke's snoring and quiet dance music echoed in the room.

I looked out the window, the sunlight was no longer so warm, it had slowly shaded, but there was still a slightly soft light shrouded in Fang Wenke's face, it was a delicate and impeccable face. I often think that Weishenme would be so unfair that he would dump a series of the most haode things on one person.

I crept to the floor for fear of waking up the sleeping Fang Wenke, and after two yawns, I also lay on the floor.

Looking at the ceiling above my head, I put my hands together on my chest, but I don't know when I fell asleep.

During this nap of less than an hour, I had a very short dream. The people in the dream are very clear, there are Zhu Yang, Zhu Yang's girlfriend Li Yue, and Fang Wenke.

In the dream, we seem to have a more awkward relationship than reality, in the dream, Li Yue is holding Zhu Yang with his left hand and Fang Wenke with his right hand, and I am standing opposite the three of them. I watched the three of them laugh in front of me, it felt like I had lost all my shijie, I wanted to break free from the dream, but I couldn't wake up, and Li Yue's laughter in the dream became more and more piercing.

"Hey! Li Weiming! Wake up! Under Fang Wenke's roar and strong shaking, I suddenly opened my eyes and woke up.

I looked at Fang Wenke in front of me vaguely, but Li Yue's sneering face was still lingering in my mind.

"What's wrong with you, baby, are you having a nightmare? You've been beating your hands in the air all the time. "Fang Wenke stroked my hair as if he were comforting an injured puppy.

"Well, I had a nightmare, I might be too tired." I rubbed my sleepy eyes, got up and turned off the repertoire that was still looping the single.

I sat on the floor in a daze, staring at the mirror in front of me, and my mind was empty at that moment.

Fang Wenke saw my dejected appearance, and rushed to my side in an orderly manner, he gently put his right hand around my shoulder, and gently leaned my forehead on his right shoulder. At this moment, Fang Wenke didn't say anything, and he didn't amuse me with a hippie smile like before. At this moment, he seemed to understand my heart, and just silently accompanied me in a daze, and accompanied me not to speak.

I suddenly felt that Fang Wenke at this moment was as familiar as Zhu Yang in the past, and even the rhythm of breathing was the same when he was silent. and the eyes when I was in a daze, he, like Zhu Yang, just looked at me in the mirror blankly. We saw each other's truest expressions through the mirror, but what I missed was Zhu Yang.

I have a sense of guilt in my heart, a sense of injustice to Fang Wenke, and a sense of powerlessness that I still don't give up. I'm still living in my memories, in my memories of those years in high school.

If anyone can tell me how to let go of the past and how to let go of unwillingness, then how happy I should be. I wanted to devote myself to the sweetness that Fang Wenke brought me, but no one told me how to free myself, and even time did not take away this sense of powerlessness.