My name is Zhang Fan, a veritable ordinary person, with an ordinary birth, ordinary appearance, ordinary body, and ordinary head. I often wonder www.biquge.info when God created my character, did he run out of ideas, so he would come up with such a boring and boring setting, turning me into a product on the assembly line, not giving me a special production number, not putting a little more effort into it and not using a little less material, completely in line with the production rules, with a life that was thrown into the crowd and didn't know what workshop was produced, heh, it's really boring.

After lamenting the boredom of life again and mourning for his ordinariness, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and sure enough, it was another dreamless night. He stared at the second hand of the alarm clock beating one by one, watched the minute hand approach the position of "12" step by step, and watched the minute hand and the hour hand gradually form an angle of 180 degrees......

The cacophony of "jingle bells......" pierced the silence of the night. There is always something to prove its worth by shouting loudly, like an alarm clock, like ...... "It's time to get up, Fanfan!" "Well, well, like Mommy.

Zhang Fan lazily rolled over his body, pressed the alarm clock that jumped angrily, and the boring day was about to start again.

Slowly paced to the bathroom, accompanied by the call of his mother.

"The washing water is put away, the toothpaste is on the table, the towel is washed and hung up, while it is hot, hurry up." "Don't be slow, you're going to be late!" "The day is in the morning, hurry up."

Zhang Fan felt a little irritable, and every morning he always had to make it look like a war.

Although my mother was in the kitchen, she had already seen through Zhang Fan's impatience, poked her head out, and glared at Zhang Fan fiercely. Zhang Fan looked at this charming face, unconsciously loosened his frowning brows, and sighed, "Got it"

"Parents call ......" but my mother didn't let Zhang Fan go.

"Don't delay." Zhang Fan was a little helpless, the family rules of the old Zhang family.

Mom nodded in satisfaction and retracted her head, leaving only a wisp of echo, "Hurry up, you're going to be late." ”

Zhang Fan slowly poked the toothbrush into his mouth, looking at his ordinary-looking self in the mirror, he sometimes wondered if he was born, because Mao's father was handsome and chic, and his mother was beautiful and enchanting, but he was born extremely ordinary. I remembered my father's joke again, genetically selective expression, your mother and I seem to have been perfectly avoided by you.

Alas...... sighed silently, ugly people have to live.

Zhang Fan quietly brushed his teeth, was forced into a stomach by his mother for breakfast, stuffed into the back seat of the car, and safely transported to school.

An ordinary boring day has begun again.

That's right, Zhang Fan is an ordinary student, and he is a glorious senior party in high school, with average grades, and he looks the same, so it is difficult to attract the attention of others. Therefore, the attitude of the teachers of various subjects towards him is also lukewarm, after all, like his, the results belong to the average line up and down, and they are unusually stable, so no one pays more attention to him.

Someone once tried in vain to please his mother, who was the director of the school, and gave him half an hour of overtime every afternoon to make up for the lessons, but not only did his grades not improve much, but he was also severely warned by his mother, saying that the teacher treated the students differently. Since then, very few teachers have asked him about his grades.

Zhang Fan strongly supported this, he would rather spend two classes in a daze than face the teacher who had bad breath and fox smell together. In fact, he understands the teacher's thoughts, on the one hand, for his own evaluation of special teachers, on the other hand, it is indeed for the purpose of helping himself, but he just can't improve his grades, he always learns this and forgets that, learns the front and forgets the back, and works hard but can only get an average score, otherwise he would have been dedicated to learning with the advantage that his mother is a high school teacher and his father is a university teacher.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan is more and more grateful to his parents, they never force him to do anything, so he doesn't have to participate in all kinds of annoying cram schools since he was a child, he doesn't have to read at night, he just needs to repeat the boring time step by step. The strange thing is that even if Zhang Fan doesn't review, doesn't read, or does not write homework, his grades still haven't dropped, and he stays on the average line steadily, never moving half a point. Thinking of the troubles caused by this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Anyone with higher grades than the boss is excellent; Anyone whose grades are not as good as the boss has pulled back. ”

You don't need to look at it to know that it is Qian Ye's dead fat man who has come over, this product is Zhang Fan's hair small, it is he who discovered the secret of Zhang Fan's achievements, and it is he who put forward the above two "everything" slogans. Every time the two met, he always had to shout a few slogans, and he was now known to everyone, calling him "a barometer of grades in the class, and an average grade of an unknown prophet".

Zhang Fan couldn't help but glance at him, "You can't live in peace, three fat,"

"Boss, I won't give you advertising, how can I make money if I don't have some popularity." Qian San Fat Man waved his meaty big hands, like inciting two pu fans, making an expression that was all good for you.

"The benefit is to call me a barometer when people say hello?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but raise his voice, wanting to theorize with the dead fat man.

But he stopped, not because he had given up on theoretical ideas, but because something more important had interrupted him and made him give up this insignificant little emotion.

It was a faint fragrance, like a millet orchid in a deep valley, even in the dark valley where there was no light, people had to pay attention to her nobility and arrogance. Then there was a cold spring, clear and clear like the chirping of a nightingale.

"Morning, barometer."

After the clear spring, there was the first snow, but the first snow did not flutter but condensed into a white figure, standing beside Zhang Fan. This forced him to turn his face slightly and squint slightly to face the snowflake.

"Morning, Mo Yu."

Obviously, appreciating beauty is more important than arguing with a piece of fat. Zhang Fan was satisfied with his wisdom, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he quietly stared at the white figure, watching the snowflakes drift away and the clear spring flowed away, until he could no longer smell the fragrance.

"The income is the school flower called you barometer." The obscene voice of the three fats broke through the last touch of fragrance, as if he just wanted to breathe a breath of fresh air, but found that someone had secretly farted.

"Three fat, didn't brush your teeth in the morning?"

"Boss, smell it?"

Zhang Fan looked deeply at the dead fat man who pretended to be twisted, flew up with a kick, and sighed with his forehead.

"Shadowless Feet."

"I'm hiding...... Ahh ”

"Dead fat, less disgusting."

Don't look at Zhang Fan and Sanfat in a profligate form, but they just treat each other as ordinary classmates, there is nothing in common between the two sides, just say hello, and take an appreciative attitude towards beauty. Therefore, they only appreciate the school flower, and they are not like others, worshipping as goddesses and entangled with dead faces. Just like the three fat people know Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan also knows the bottom line about the three fat people, fat people, it's not that simple.

……。

The two of them entered the classroom laughing, just in time to step on the bell. The head teacher glanced at the two of them dissatisfied, but didn't say anything, after all, they are two unusually stable grades, so I really don't bother to ask, just don't go too far.

"Class."

Finally, the boring day began again. Zhang Fan silently added in his heart, as usual.

Looking at Qian Ye, who was sleeping like a dead pig, Zhang Fan sighed in his heart, why is this product the first in age, what should this do with those students who have bad grades and work hard? He didn't notice that he was no better than Qian Ye, and he was also a master who could keep his grades stable even in a boring daze.

His gaze slowly moved away from Qian San's fat man and drifted out of the window.

The color of the grass is greener than yesterday, and a few new flower bones have sprung up in the flowers, attracting more butterflies to make noise in the bushes. It's early summer again, this is Zhang Fan's favorite time, the sun is lazy but not strong, the breeze is warm but not hot, it will not be as hot and sticky as midsummer, not as cold and biting as midwinter, and not as lazy and lazy as early spring, it is a day suitable for daze.

Although being in a daze is an activity that does not distinguish between seasons, Zhang Fan insists that only early summer is the most suitable time to be in a daze, and it is a day when you can abandon all your feelings and be in a daze.

Yes, being in a daze is the most attentive thing Zhang Fan does. He can walk in a daze, eat in a daze, sleep in a daze, all kinds of fancy daze, not only in a daze The time is uncertain, the location is not limited, the event is not limited, and he has never delayed the business in a daze, once the head teacher took advantage of his daze to ask him a question, wanted to make him ugly, but after he answered the question simply and clearly, he continued to be in a daze, and the angry old class jumped but there was no way.

When Zhang Fan was in a daze, he felt as if he was floating out of his body, watching his body move mechanically with absolutely indifferent eyes, without thinking about anything, like an old monk who had settled down, and was as comfortable and detached as an old monk.

Qian San Fat Man was envious of his skill, always said that Zhang Fan was more handsome when he was in a daze, and always encouraged him to participate in the Daze World Series to win glory for the country. Zhang Fan always disagreed, this thing is hurting himself in a different way, and only when he falls asleep can he stop hurting others.

"Boss...... Barometer, flutter, whirring ......"

Well, I didn't say that just now, Zhang Fan was a little helpless, the three fat people were really lively when they slept, grinding their teeth, snoring, and farting like a symphony.

In the distance, the old class's face was pale, and he coughed heavily, which translates to mean that you two don't go too far, call the dead fat man up, and go to class.

Zhang Fan pretended not to see it, turned his head and continued to look out the window. You can do it, you can come, it's so disgusting to have saliva.

He and the old class both knew that this thing was the master who couldn't wake up as soon as he fell asleep, so the old class could only give up, automatically block out the annoying voices, and continue to class.

Zhang Fan continued to look out the window, and was about to continue his great career in a daze, when suddenly a beautiful butterfly caught his attention.

This is a butterfly with a black body, the wings are dotted with dotted patterns, and it is a little far away to see what kind of pattern is behind it, it stands to reason that such a butterfly with a monotonous pattern is not prominent, it is difficult to afford the word beauty, but when the sun shines on the wings with a jewel-like light, all the beautiful words are not enough to describe the beauty of that moment.

For a person like Zhang Fan, who lacks words, it is difficult to think of other words to describe that kind of beauty except beauty, just like the moment he saw Mo Yu, there was no other thought in his mind except beauty. This fact will make people feel embarrassed, but they are more and more sure of their inner thoughts, beauty must be words prepared for people like Mo Yu and this butterfly.

Butterflies flutter in the air, stretching their bodies to their heart's content, like elves who have not seen the light of day for a long time and release their suppressed vitality.

Somehow, Zhang Fan began to feel that this butterfly was a little strange, as if it was ....... It's like it's getting bigger.

The butterfly flickered slowly from side to side and stopped at the minute hand of the old bell tower. It was the oldest building in this small city, and it had not been seen since Zhang Fan had been timekeeping, and he had moved the needle. It is like an old man who has exhausted the last of his strength for mankind, and can no longer remind those who have wasted their lives of the importance of time, and has been forever forgotten in the cracks of time, like a sculpture, unable to move, forever stuck at 11:59.

When the butterfly landed on the hour hand, a faint blue light suddenly flashed, and with this light Zhang Fan finally saw the original appearance of this "butterfly", which was a cat, a cat with a dark body but butterfly wings.

Zhang Fan felt a cold air rushing to his head, and cold sweat flowed out, it ...... It's smiling at me.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but rub his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't see any cats anymore, it disappeared as if it had never appeared, and a melodious bell rang here, the bell rang, and the sleeping bell tower was resurrected......