(I said everyone in the comment area, don't say anything that you can't support or anything, it's very painful.) Although I feel very painful when I see that the money in Alipay has not risen at all, I have waited for a day, hey, there is no one, and I am a little looking forward to it...... This is off-topic. Well,There's no money, but you can at least vote.,At least you can post a comment.,Click on the collection or something to support it.。 Isn't it true that those who have money and those who have no money have been like this since ancient times? Looking at the comments in the comment section, I really felt a pang of sadness. When will I get to the point where I can update 100 reviews a day? By the way, there are still too few clicks, ask for clicks to spread, thank you~ How to spread it is naturally to post and advertise and tell the people around you, which can be regarded as support for the author. If you don't have money, it's good to be able to support it. You don't have to worry too much about money, and I'm happy to support me in the future. I'm serious. Well. ）

How do you choose between the real thing and the fake? I believe there is no way to judge. If a fake has the same quality, the same brand, the same origin, and everything is the same as the real thing, then can it be said to be a fake? I believe that there is no way to call it a fake, but only another kind of real thing.

And when the quality of the fake is much higher than the real thing, then the name of the fake is replaced by a high-quality product, a high-end product. And when the quality of a fake is lower than that of the real thing, it is a low-end product, an inferior product, a fake. So this raises a question.

What you think is genuine, is it just a standard? Or is it just a trademark?

For you, the difference between a genuine and a fake is just whether or not you are speaking with that trademark, is that? Don't look at the quality, don't look at the connotation, don't look at the data, don't look at everything, just look at the difference in that trademark to judge the difference between the real and the fake. Even if it has the same origin and connotation, he still disdainfully publishes his own remarks.

So we can draw conclusions. There were no real goods and fakes in this world, but he was artificially labeled as genuine and fake, so there were real and fake. Because the real thing exists objectively, and the fake also exists objectively, no one can deny all this. Everyone enjoys the same sky, the same time, the same space. casually defines what is true and what is false, and this kind of emotion is too proud.

But this kind of remark is not wrong when used to evaluate one's own direction. Many people need to fool themselves with a fake excuse when making a choice. It is necessary to convince yourself that it is actually true.

For example, I convince myself of the reason.

It's true that there is a beautiful girl invited. It's true that there are beautiful beautiful girls who invite you to spend noon. There is a beautiful beautiful girl who takes the initiative to invite you to spend the noon time, which is undoubtedly true. Rather, this is the embodiment of the youth that high school boys expect, and it is a scene that everyone dreams of. But in it, dreams are fake.

Genuine goods are genuine only if everything is real. Something that is not adulterated with any impurities is the real thing. Something that doesn't have any clutter is the real thing. Otherwise, it is false, it is hypocritical, it is incorrect.

So my mood is also fake.

I don't really want to go upstairs with the snow at all.

“……”

In fact, just like all high schools in Japanese light novels and anime, all schools have balcony safety doors as if they didn't exist. The lock above them must be broken, and something must have happened on the balcony.

So when I pushed open the safety door on the roof, I was standing by the balcony under the snow, holding her long hair in one hand and looking into the distance. The wind blowing from high places blew her long hair up in the wind, and the corners of her skirt fluttered with it. With the black stockings on his feet, this can't help but remind people of a hint of youth.

If this guy had a normal personality, it would be perfect.

Looking at that beauty in the sun, I couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in my heart.

But it can't be. I'm going to be executed here. Maybe someone will push you off the balcony. It's like that famous movie. As long as I go on, I'll completely melt into the blue sky and white clouds, right?

It's a pity that I don't have a chattering dean by my side.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly turned my head under the snow that had been looking at the playground and looked at me quietly.

It's not like I imagined it to be a Shura demon, but just the opposite of what I expected, this beautiful girl's face is very calm. It seemed that he had adjusted his mental state, standing a few steps away from me, quietly watching me.

I guess she's waiting for me to apologize, right?

Looking at the soft snow, I closed the door with my hand, and my brain began to think at high speed.

This should be the only way for me to survive under the flawless snow. After all, she has always been on the right side, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a righteous HERO. So the girl who is a hero naturally has to leave time for the villain to repent. If I had fallen to my knees and wept bitterly to make sure I wouldn't make any more mistakes, I guess I would have survived, right?

But wouldn't it hurt too much to kneel on the ground? It's cold on the ground, and I don't know if someone has sprinkled a handful of sand on the ground, and if I kneel on it, I'll have blood on my knees. No, it's better to think about it the other way around, so that if your knees are covered with blood, it seems that you can reflect your sincere emotions. But how painful is that kneeling method? Why don't you open it again, oh no, a more realistic way of kneeling?

Just as I was thinking, the beautiful girl standing in the wind opened her mouth lightly with a look of pity on her face.

"I'll try to forget what you said last night, you don't have to care."

…… Huh?

I jerked my head up and stared at the snow in front of me.

What did she just say? The coach took the script backwards, right? Isn't that what I should have said? Why did it become what she said? Could it be that it's actually because I'm overly nervous and nervous, and I've been living in the Matrix before, and the world is not a feminist society on the surface?

She's going to forget what I said last night? What did I say last night?

I really really cared about what I said last night! How many things did I say to make her look like this, and she didn't even care if she was late?! Huh? Did I tell her all about the bedwetting in junior high school?! Because I can't remember the problem, I suddenly care about what I said!

And it didn't seem to be my delusion just now, I felt a pink dumpling head flash through the staircase behind me!

God, I'm not going to be dreaming right now, am I?

"Don't worry."

As if he could read minds, he stood in front of him under the snow, with a subtle expression on his face, and his eyes moved to the side.

"Actually, it doesn't have much to do with our relationship. I still think your twisted mindset is incorrect, and you look at me as incorrect. We can just be rightly hostile, right? ”

"Huh? Isn't it, you mean? ”

"I didn't say anything, that's it. We'll see you again in the afternoon. ”

The snow grabbed my mouth and left the rooftop with a gust of fresh breeze, leaving me alone in the wind.

…… What the hell did I do last night?

Looking at the back of the departing under the snow, I suddenly had a sense of foreboding.