Unlike the temporary resident population sooner or later, Sun Zekun is a native of Tanghu. It may be that the scenery of Tanghu Lake is too good-looking, and there have been several writers since ancient times, and the people of Tanghu are soft regardless of gender, age or child, and their accents are soft, not the softness of Wu Nong's soft language, but the wide heart of the idle days that have been too long.

Sun Zekun is the same.

A small child, usually always looks like an adult, does not cry or make trouble, but every time he opens his mouth, he must be soft and glutinous, like a soft and lying on his stomach.

Speaking of which, before the facial features grow, there is sometimes only one hairstyle difference between a little boy and a little girl, boys of the same age think that Sun Zekun is too delicate, a fake girl, and he doesn't like to talk, he looks very arrogant, very unpopular, so he is not willing to take him to play, and he is not very gregarious.

Sun Zekun didn't talk much when he was a child, and he preferred to sit quietly and read a book alone than rolling around with the boys and playing with mud or pulling the little girl's braids. After reading too many books, it is inevitable that he will understand a lot, and in his heart, he is not very fond of those mud monkeys. Since childhood, he has implemented the idea of "I see that all the kings are sick, and I expect all the kings to be the same", coexist peacefully, seek common ground while reserving differences, and have always maintained the crumbling peace between the two parties.

Sun Zekun was in this kind of quiet where his parents acquiesced and his peers disdained, and he guarded the world built by books in his heart all the way until he was eleven years old, without illness or pain, without surprise or joy.

Sun Zekun is precocious than his peers, so his family is also relieved to let him run around, he likes to run to the edge of Tanghu Lake very much when he is in the fourth or fifth grade of primary school, and he sits for a long time.

However, for him, Tanghu Lake is just a place to read books, and compared with his home, it is at most an open-air cheaper, and there is nothing very unique.

Until he meets sooner or later.

Sooner or later, there is no family by the Tang Lake.

Boys are eleven or twelve years old, and the concept of gender is not very obvious, and there are not as many dirty thoughts as in adolescence that are easy to grow disabled, and it is the age when it is easiest to fall in love at first sight when they are ignorant.

In his memory, sooner or later he always sat quietly beside him, flipping through a book he couldn't read, full of strange formula numbers, and occasionally looking back at him, whether he was smiling or not, his eyes were wet.

He actually wanted to ask if someone was bullying you. But at that time, Sun Zekun was still a little shy boy after the beginning of love, and he was completely different from the old fritter who had been honed several times. He always thought, "Why should I ask?" Won't she find me annoying? I rashly asked her if she wasn't good. So after such a back and forth entanglement, he missed the opportunity and disappeared sooner or later.

Sun Zekun was suspected by his family of a natural lack of emotion when he was seven years old, and he didn't need it until he was eleven years old, as if he had suddenly changed as a person, like an old robot with rusty joints, and suddenly was lubricated and pressed the switch, and the whole person began to 'crunch' and move.

He stiffened his naturally expressionless face, ran around, and even condescended to talk to the group of thugs, just to inquire about his whereabouts sooner or later.

When he was in elementary school, he was catching up with the frenzy of teenagers imitating Japanese visual kei, but the half-grown children usually didn't look much like each other, and they often had a more affectionate and down-to-earth title than the glamorous and wild stars known as 'visual kei' - killing Matt.

It's hard to say how Sun Zekun felt when he heard the truth from the mouths of the group of killers who didn't know how to die, he just nodded when he learned that sooner or later it was a boy's sense of being deceived, and it was not enough to taste it all the way through his mouth, and he was suddenly swept away by the anger generated after learning another fact - they bullied sooner or later.

Sun Zekun thought at the time: "So his eyes are wet because he is crying?" Because you mud monkeys always bully him? ”

His still young and immature heart felt like a pinprick in the prick, but he was not old enough for him to know that it was distress, and he didn't even think that his ignorant liking would really go to the grave.

Sun Zekun let the group of killers laugh at himself and sooner or later as big and small sissies, and did not make any response, but only looked at them deeply when he was about to leave, as if he wanted to engrave all their arrogance and malice at this moment into his heart.

Then Sun Zekun gave the group of thugs a very unique riposte after that night's spring dream - beating, robbing the leading girlfriend, and forcing the group of killers who wore skirts like pigs to sing and dance.

Although the group of killers could strangle themselves with their skirts at any time, they didn't dare to fight back. Why did the little boy who was quiet and calm in the past become the current demon king, they all felt like a mirror in their hearts, and they didn't want to be made worse so they could only knock out their teeth and swallow blood, and they didn't dare to mention it.

There are more junior high school sophomores, and Sun Zekun is not much better.

Sun Zekun, who had his sleeves on his elbows in his school uniform, leaned in front of the bald pear tree, and opened a junior high school physics stall under a pear tree, and he took advantage of the darkness of the night, no one left and right, and he also sat aside, and took out a photo from his pocket after a long time, and he slowly pasted the photo in his heart, but through the school uniform and thick sweater, he couldn't feel anything.

Sun Zekun looked at the calm Tanghu Lake in front of him in that posture, and said softly: "I'll help you take revenge, will you come back?" ”

"Sun Zekun, Sun Zekun!"

Sun Zekun, who was lying on the table, woke up suddenly, thick reference books and several stacks of mathematics, physics and chemistry papers were placed on the other side of the table, and the female squad leader of their class was standing in the corridor and kicking his desk.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, you didn't borrow me to copy it for a while after you finished your homework."

Sun Zekun looked at the time, and it was almost class, so he woke up, took out a sheet from the scroll and handed it over.

"Thank you, I'll pay you back after class. I misremembered the time yesterday and didn't make this one. Yang Guangtou knows that he can't kill me. ”

Yang Guangtou is the math teacher of their class, in addition to the fact that the top of his head is like the six major sects besieging Guangmingding, he is a very decent serious person from top to bottom, and he can't look down on students who don't stay up late to study in the third year of high school.

Sun Zekun yawned and waved his hand: "Okay, go copy it." ”

The female squad leader glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Okay, okay, Young Master Sun." Your grades are good enough, and you still stay up all night studying, where are we people putting their faces? ”

Sun Zekun looked inexplicable: "Who told you that I stayed up late to study?" ”

At this age, when they see others who haven't slept all night, their first reaction is to stay up late to study, stupid and naïve, but it is a beautiful teenage time.

The female squad leader showed an expression of 'you don't come', and said very distractedly: "Okay, okay, you don't have it." The body is the capital of revolution/life, Comrade Sun, rest well. ”

Sun Zekun smiled, noncommittal, yawned again, leaned against the window and looked at the playground downstairs.

It was the first class in the afternoon, and the first-year high school students had not yet been deprived of the right to attend physical education classes, and were running around blindly, very carefree. At a distance of dozens of meters, there is a strong smell of salted fish in the third year of high school, and it is either to make a roll or to correct a mistake.

There are 47 days left before the college entrance examination.

The class bell rang, and their homeroom teacher walked in. Approaching the college entrance examination, each class is eager to break one minute into ten minutes, but their homeroom teacher seems to be born without knowing what nervousness is, at this time, he still chewed the steamed buns that were hurriedly stuffed into his mouth before entering the classroom, and swallowed it at the risk of choking to death before he said slowly: "The college entrance examination is approaching, and everyone is under great emotional pressure." I believe in everyone's ability to grasp Chinese knowledge, so we will not have classes in this class, let's talk about life. ”

The anachronistic life of this talk started when they were still embryos, passed through the college entrance examination they were about to face, and went straight to a hundred years later.

What their head teacher said was full of emotion, and the emotional part was full of sighs, did he move his classmates by sighing Sun Zekun didn't know, he only knew that goosebumps were about to pop up on his and his tablemates.

The head teacher, who was probably born to give speeches, finally sighed his closing remarks when the bell rang for the end of class: "After the college entrance examination is completed in forty-nine days, your entire middle school career will be over." What awaits you is a relaxing and colorful university life and multiple choices. I hope that no matter what environment you are in, you will not forget the perseverance and hardship during this time, because this is the greatest wealth that the grinding thing of the college entrance examination can bring us. ”

The whole class cheered, not knowing whether it was to cheer him for his not-so-successful chicken soup encouragement or the bell for the end of class. The head teacher copied the other half of the snack that he hadn't eaten yet, Shi Shiran left, Sun Zekun still maintained the posture of leaning against the window before class, and did not move at all, at this time, the teachers would no longer criticize them for such a trivial matter as sitting.

Sun Zekun's tablemate was a handsome young man who wore glasses and could go to the Bilibili ghost animal area when he smiled, and as soon as the teacher left, he stabbed Sun Zekun and asked, "Sun Zekun, where are you going to take the exam?" ”

"Stay in the city."

"Oh?" The boy let out a strange exclamation, "I thought you were ....... Then you are with Lin Ziyang? ”

It happened that the squad leader came to return the papers, and he came over in an instant: "What? Comrade Sun stayed in the city? Is it big? F big score is so high...... But I thought you were going to further your education. ”

Sun Zekun smiled without saying a word, pulled the roll back from her hand, folded it a few times and stuffed it back into a pile of rolls.

"What are you doing, squad leader, you want to go with Sun Zekun." The yin and yang weirdness on the side of the table successfully exchanged for a very strong kick from their squad leader.

"you! Shall I go with you? ”

Approaching the college entrance examination, many of the commonplace slapsticks in the class have changed their flavor after thinking about it, Sun Zekun yawned, and then leaned down on the table: "You continue, the movement is a little smaller, and I will sleep for a while." ”

It's unusually strange for him to be sleepy. The squad leader and his table mates lowered their voices at the same time, and the squad leader compared his mouth and asked silently, "What's wrong with Sun Zekun?" ”

The same table replied more silently with the expression of a ghost animal: "Sichun." ”

The female squad leader directly kicked his desk and walked away without looking back.

Sun Zekun buried his head in the crook of his arm, tilted his head slightly, and looked out the window at the sky that looked exceptionally clear in early summer, and moved the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression of wanting to smile or not.

When he used to read books, he always felt that the protagonist was struggling in one place, and even after death, his soul remained in the same place, and it was very unnecessary, and it was very incomprehensible. It wasn't until I walked through it that I realized what kind of feelings it was - I was afraid that as soon as I left here, the last bit of contact with you would be cut off.

I'm afraid I won't find you.

He read the inexplicable formulas and symbols he saw under the pear tree and read science, the third year of high school was so busy that people wanted to commit suicide, most of his thoughts were divided into his studies and future, only in such a sunny afternoon, or the weather where the sun and dust can coexist peacefully, he would dig out the memory under the pear tree from his heart, and pray that person can fall asleep.

Speaking of which, it is indeed a spring dream that has no beginning and no end, and ends without a problem.

Sun Zekun gradually closed his eyes, and in the dream that seemed to be true and false, he returned to his childhood.

Later, he peeked at the kung fu practice sooner or later, but it was inevitable that there would be times when he was caught. He stiffened like a mallet, and sooner or later he didn't say anything, just smiled, reached out and helped him remove the petals that had fallen on top of his head, placed them in the middle of his book, and asked in a light voice, "What's wrong with you?" ”

In the famous book that seems deep and depressing when talking about love, a pink and white petal was suddenly put on it, and the lifeless black and white words seemed vivid. Centered on the place where the petals fell, it seemed to slowly ripple into the little boy's heart.

Sun Zekun fell in love with it sooner or later from that time.

Sun Zekun opened his eyes, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside and glanced at it, it was already six o'clock in the morning. There are blackout curtains in the bedrooms, so in winter the day comes late and the early morning looks like late at night.

Today is Saturday, he doesn't have to go to work sooner or later, sooner or later he is sleeping next to him, the quilt slides down a little when he sits up, sooner or later he is naked, and there are still some unknown red marks on his shoulders. The cold air poured in, and sooner or later he shrank into the quilt, as if he felt cold, Sun Zekun hurriedly tucked the quilt back for him lightly.

Sooner or later, he opened his eyes in a daze, he made too much trouble last night, and his voice was still hoarse: "What time is it?" ”

Sun Zekun leaned on the head of the bed, stroked his scattered forehead, and said softly: "It's still early, it's only six o'clock, let's sleep for a while." ”

"Hmm......" Sooner or later, he answered in a daze, and reached out from the quilt and pulled Sun Zekun, "Why did you get up so early." ”

Sun Zekun smiled, leaned over and kissed his hair, and said, "It's okay, it's just a dream." 166 Reading Network