"What do Zhan Zai think, are you hungry and thirsty, go to the toilet to vent?" A laugh sounded next to him, and the person who came was one of the few classmates of Zhan Zao who was willing to talk to him, Si Keman.

The school prohibits students from smoking, but after all, they are college students, not to mention that the school is still in the middle and bottom of the national rankings, as long as the situation is not particularly bad, the school will turn a blind eye.

However, Zhan Zai shook his head and said helplessly: "Lao Chen asked me to go to his office, and when the time comes, I will have to add another sum to my case record." "Lao Chen is the head teacher of Zhan Zai, his real name is Chen Jianqing, an old teacher in his fifties, because Zhan Zai is lonely, so he is often called to do ideological work, and Zhan Zai, who has come and gone, gave Chen Jianqing this title. And Lao Chen himself was also from a poor family when he was a child, perhaps it was this kind of empathy that he acquiesced to Zhan Zheng's spoof.

"It's something that I got up with Zhang Yi and Zhang Jun just now, don't worry, just these two brothers who are full of filth, Lao Chen will definitely not embarrass you. "Scoman said. And Si Keman is an old smoker, and he is also a frequent visitor to Lao Chen's office, so he naturally knows that although Lao Chen is usually fierce to them, he is also a calf protector, especially for poor students like Zhan Zheng.

Hearing this, Zhan Zheng also smiled, and he was also a fallen person at the end of the world.

"Zhan Zai, let's talk about the recent mental state. After dealing with the dispute, Lao Chen asked.

As educators, many teachers have studied psychology to a greater or lesser extent. They know that when there is a lot of emotional ups and downs and they have just calmed down, it is easiest to understand what students are not usually willing to say.

However, Zhan Zheng shook his head and said, "Old Chen, why do you like to ask me these questions more and more now?"

"You are my student, and it is naturally my duty to help you. When Chen Jianqing was talking just now, he found that Zhan Zheng seemed to have changed today, and deliberately put Zhan Zheng on an equal level with himself, hoping that Zhan Zheng would let down his vigilance.

Because he knew that Zhan Zai's growth environment from childhood to adulthood was too depressing, and there was no guidance. Until now, Zhan Zheng's heart is no longer as simple as closing himself.

His sense of security has become particularly weak, so his sense of self-protection is very strong, and communicating with him requires enduring the discomfort of being choked by him, in the end, this job is not so easy to accept, and many teachers have emotional incoherence when talking to Zhan Zai. The image of Zhan Zai's situation is that sharp thorns have grown on Zhan Zao's heart, protecting himself and isolating anyone from harming him.

"I believe that Lao Chen, you are so kind to care about me so much, but I'm really tired now, let's slow down the conversation. Zhan Zai's impression of his homeroom teacher is quite good, but after today's incident, his mind has completely changed, and now what he wants to do is to lie down and smoke a cigarette and be quiet.

"Okay" After speaking, Lao Chen handed over a cigarette. "The lad is very smart, but you are not good at heart. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, you really need to get some rest right now"

After all, he has been an educator for decades, and Lao Chen instantly saw Zhan Zheng's spiritual outlook.

Perhaps this in this world itself is like what Emperor Chendong recorded in the book, abandoned by heaven and left behind by the world.

'Ah, only cigarettes can accompany me at this time.' This momentary feeling happened extremely quickly in Zhan Zai's heart.

After passing Lao Chen's cigarettes, he said hello and walked out of the teaching area. Looking at the flow of people downstairs, Zhan Zai's heart suddenly became uncomfortable. I don't want to be like this, but who wants to help me. Who has paid attention to my feelings, and who is willing to kiss my wounds?

The young man's departure was accompanied only by tears. The figure that followed the trend was only his own sigh. No one can predict the future, and this is the only reason to try to live.

Sunset is always Zhan Zai's favorite time of day. After experiencing the scorching sun, people's moods can be calmed down a lot in the twilight, and Zhan Zheng can also enjoy a rare peace during this time.

The east is remnant, and the west wind is cool. The full moon is lacking, full of resentment, who is listening and who is pouring out the gods. The south wind is dead, and the north wind is sad. At the cold moment, the figure of Zhan Zheng, a lonely soul in the city, looked particularly slender under the afterglow of the setting sun......

At this time, Zhan Zheng got rid of the tension of the day and turned into an old man who had gone through vicissitudes, he seemed so confused and lonely, like a leaf drifting in the wind, not knowing where to fall.

Zhan Zao stretched out his hand to grab a yellowed leaf, and at the moment when Zhan Zai put the leaf on his mouth, his temperament changed dramatically in an instant, and even the entire aura around him changed significantly, a faint sense of loneliness seemed to sprout out of a seed, and then became more and more intense, the feeling of loneliness, and sadness were blurred at this moment.

A note was blown out of the leaves, very light and light, and even this note seemed so lonely and lonely, like the yellow leaves of the big tree in autumn, like a child who has been scattered, like a lonely goose that has been separated from a flock of geese.

Another short, slight note blows, and it's still so lonely and lonely. Until the notes finally come together, converging into a poignant and heartbreaking piece of music that reaches the sky.

The lonely movement, as if you can see a person in it, groping and walking in a dark, cold, and lonely place, looking for an ice pick that suddenly fell from the sky, and the figure was like a small boat in a tsunami that was beaten all over the body. For example, Prometheus, who endured the torture of disembowelment every day, felt in pain and loneliness that perhaps death would be a better relief......

The dark night, the bright lights, the traffic, the neon sun, one story after another was staged. A wide variety of characters, a variety of protagonists, a variety of scenes...... The lights are about to illuminate this beautiful world. Zhan Zai, who had one hand in his pocket, didn't know where he should go in the future, maybe he would walk aimlessly on the street. Even though it was night, the streets were more lively, but the excitement belonged to someone else, not to Zhan Zheng. Zhan Zheng was accompanied only by desolation and pain.

It seemed that Zhan Zai's feeling was pitiful, and suddenly countless butterflies, birds, and fireflies appeared in the sky, swarming and flying to Zhan Zao's side.

All the butterflies and birds came together to make a miraculous scene. Two young girls appeared in the sky, surrounded by fireflies, making them look like elves.

The two girls danced in the music played by Zhan Zai, they were full of enthusiasm, and they followed Zhan Zao's music with elegant steps, like graceful wicker writhing, and the beauty was intoxicating.

Gradually, Zhan Zheng's heart gradually emptied, and the long-lost sunshine shone into his heart. There was a man with a disheveled head, a pale complexion, and a ragged garment. It seemed that his cheeks were a bloody color as the sun shone in.