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After tedious and complicated folding, turning an ordinary piece of white paper into a beautiful origami handicraft is a very wonderful process, which is simply turning decay into magic, which makes me a little addicted.

I have folded many styles, but not all of them are smooth, the proportion of the creases reserved, the depth of the creases, to a large extent determines whether you can fold something decent, which requires a certain amount of experience to make a correct prediction in advance. When folding a violin, I tried several times, but I couldn't get a decent finished product, which made my mind bored, and I put down the paper in my hand. The math teacher on the podium was talking about a bunch of esoteric formulas for high numbers, and I didn't want to listen to them, because I was afraid that my thoughts would be more bored after listening to them, so I tore up the high math textbook directly, so I looked out the window, as usual, in a state of hesitation, and I didn't know exactly what I was looking at.

The snow outside the window has been falling intermittently for three or four days, there is no wind, the quiet snowflakes are falling very seriously, neatly covering all the open places, the white and flawless scenery stretches to the end of the view, and the outside world becomes one. The snow is soft and thick, giving a chilly warmth.

Eventually, my eyes were fixed on a snowflake falling and I kept watching it follow its falling trajectory. It seemed to be interested in me, trying to get closer to the window with the help of air buoyancy, and as I got closer, I could see more and more clearly. This is the first time I have looked at a snowflake so intently, I can clearly see its six protruding horns, it is not a simple hexagon, the actual structure is very complicated, there are many icy spikes, and there are spikes on the spikes, very regular, like the kind of prickly antennae that the colorful caterpillars grow, but the snowflake has six "antennae", perhaps, these are the organs of the snowflake to feel the world.

It's so beautiful that it falls like a whirling dancer in the air, as if it really uses its body language to communicate with its surroundings. It was so tenacious, dancing from thousands of miles from the sky all the way to the ground, unscathed, to meet me! It was so tiny and delicate that as it got closer and closer to me, the glass blocked its path, quickly turning into droplets and disappearing into the wet glass.

I suddenly remembered the name "Tian Xiaorou", and suddenly remembered the girl I bumped into that day, if she was wearing the white dress of the day and standing in the middle of the snow playing the violin, it must be so beautiful that it must be impeccable, so beautiful that I can't help myself! It's like a girl who grew up in Hayao Miyazaki's manga and suddenly pops out of the manga and comes into the world.

I suddenly wanted to meet that girl again, I wanted to hold her and ask why she gave Jean to me that day, her answer was not very important, in fact the question was meaningless, that day was just a sudden trust between two strangers, but I just wanted to ask, just to ask.

In the hesitation, anticipation, and contemplation, I seem to be able to see a girl carrying a violin case on her back, with her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she left her back to me, walking alone in the snow, deep and shallow, her walking posture is relaxed and cheerful, it seems that she is in a good mood, and from time to time she looks up at her surroundings to determine the path to take......

I blinked my dry eyes, pulled my mind away from my wanderings, and took a second look at the world outside the window - wait! The picture just now is not out of my imagination, there is a girl in the snow, a girl with a violin case on her back, walking briskly on the snow of the schoolyard, oh my God!

My eyes were fixed on her, and the more I looked at her, the more I looked like her, but she never looked back, so I wasn't sure if it was really her. If it's really her, I don't know whether to be excited or frightened, I just think about it, she suddenly fell from the sky, she can't be a monster! It's incredible!

She still didn't look back, even if it was a side face, but no, I wanted to jump from the classroom on the 8th floor to catch up with her, but I didn't do it, I would die. It's really annoying, when I see Kishimoto Saishi in the future, I will take a kitchen knife and put it around his neck, forcing him to tell him where he learned the ninjutsu of "Flying Duan", and I will also learn it. I watched from afar as she walked farther and farther away, turned behind a school building, and disappeared. The thirst for truth was like a catalyst for anticipation, expanding my curiosity dozens of times, whether she was really her or not, I looked forward to meeting her again!

In the days and months that followed, I would often sit in the classroom and look out the window, even walking down the street, and I would pay attention to the people with musical instruments, no matter what the instrument was, whether it was a flute or a trumpet, anyway, I felt that these instruments were inextricably linked to her, but I never saw that back that day again, I was a little disappointed, but I also had a lingering heart, because maybe the next second she would appear in front of me, I kept thinking so in my heart......

What should I say or do if she suddenly appears, I don't know! I may be overwhelmed, I may be incoherent and rude, so it is better not to say anything, not to do anything, and just watch her quietly. But I'm not too reconciled, then she will definitely forget me, just like the countless strangers she meets every day, I am just one of all the strangers she meets, that would be too miserable! I'm still going to try to say something...... I was caught in a deep conflict.

She seems to have always existed only in my fantasies, what is the meaning of my fantasies all the time, I don't want to delve into it, the meaning of life cannot be concretized in the first place, if you have to concretize it, set a specific goal, then when the goal is achieved, the rest of life will become meaningless, right?

Whether or not I was wasting my time thinking about these things, all I knew was that I had come to enjoy going to the classroom for those two math classes a week, and even if I saw the dense mass of high-math equations on the blackboard and still felt dizzy, my brain was broken, and I was about to bleed to death, I would, maybe I leaned out the window and happened to see her again......

When I think about it, even the math book in front of me becomes so cute!

A lot of the time I'm a quiet person, and when I'm quiet, I think I'm dumb, I don't want to talk, and someone else doesn't want to pry a "word" out of my mouth with a crowbar. Occasionally standing in a crowd of people, in order not to be mistaken for air, I will more or less say some key words at critical moments, but it also depends on the mood.

I don't think I like to talk anymore, but now I have a person in front of me who doesn't like to talk more than me, he is the most naked person I've ever seen, not only the clothes are off, but even the skin of the whole body has been peeled off, and the bright red muscle tissue is exposed all over the body, and the muscle fibers are clearly visible, he is a human specimen soaked in formalin liquid in our physiology laboratory, and in layman's terms, he is a "dead man"!

Through the glass, I was less than 10 centimeters away from him, and I had been staring at him for almost half an hour, this was the first time I had stared at a skinned corpse so closely and for so long! Want to know what I'm thinking? I've been thinking: don't speak, if you dare to speak to me, I'll pass out to show you immediately! I swear to God, I'm not just joking!

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