Altair and Vega are moving away from each other at a rate of more than 300 million kilometers per year, and ancient love legends have been premised on separation from the beginning; Therefore, the essence of love is poignant, there is no story of life and death, and it is not even as good as a few hairs combed in the morning.

At this time, Yan Jingzhou wished that he was a turtle, and he would never come out of the turtle shell for the rest of his life.

A moment ago, she read Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin" aloud in class, but she cried halfway, she tried her best to restrain herself, but the tears and choking could not be stopped, as if there was another person living in her body, all these were that person's emotions.

A balding Chinese teacher in her forties hurriedly called the psychological counselor, and called several female teachers who were chatting in the office.

Yan Jingzhou was taken to the infirmary, and her tears and choking continued for more than ten minutes, and now her mood has stabilized. She felt like Jesus was crucified in the face of the pillar of shame, and she was going to be ridiculed for the rest of her life, and when she thought of it, she could only tighten her neck to prevent others from seeing her face.

The counselor sat across from her, and the dean sat a little behind the teacher. On Yan Jingzhou's left are two female teachers who have just graduated from college and are still in the internship period, and on the right are her tablemates, who are holding her hands tightly.

After she stabilized emotionally, the dean of students and the two female teachers left. The counsellor asks:

"Let her stay with you? Or do we talk about it separately? ”

Yan Jingzhou clenched the same table, wanting to hide behind the same table, but he didn't dare to make it too obvious.

"Parents have not been notified by the school; As for whether or not to notify, it depends on the seriousness of the matter and your attitude. ”

The same table turned her elbow and told her to hurry up, but Yan Jingzhou hid it tighter.

After secretly competing for a while, the table finally lost:

"Teacher, can I talk to her?"

The psychological counselor looked at the same table, looked at Yan Jingzhou behind her, and agreed:

"I'm going to buy a drink."

After a piercing 'bang', the infirmary was left with Yan Jingzhou and the two people at the same table. The tablemate rudely pushed her away, got up and walked towards the door.

Leaning on the door frame and peeking outside, he closed the door and plugged in the deadbolt.

"I don't know why. Maybe there's another soul living in my body. Yan Jingzhou said her feelings, although it was ridiculous, it was already the closest thing she could think of to the truth.

The table mate sat down across from her:

"If you're not in your brain, that's the only convincing explanation."

"You believe me?" Yan Jingzhou asked weakly. If this happened to her tablemate, she would never believe what her table told her.

But the same table is not the same stupid as her after all:

"The important thing now is how to pass the psychology teacher, if you are called a parent, my mother will also interrogate me if I have a puppy love and whether I have studied seriously at school.

So, what is the reason to interrogate you later, now that you have listened, I will push all the questions on your heart later. ”

Yan Jingzhou suffers from congenital heart disease, which is indeed a plausible reason.

It took almost an hour for the counselor to come back, carrying three cups of milk tea in her hand.

Yan Jingzhou and her table mates were still sitting as before, and the psychological counselor seemed to be in a better mood than before, and asked very gently, "Can we talk?" ”

"She has congenital heart disease, and when she was examined a few days ago, she said that she had a tendency to deteriorate, and she has been thinking about it for the past few days, and she didn't hold back in class today." Although this is not the real reason, it is true, so the table is very confident.

The psychological counselor obviously didn't believe it, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Yan Jingzhou.

Yan Jingzhou nodded, 'um'. Barely enough for the psychiatric teacher to hear.

The psychological counselor thought for a while and called Yan Jingzhou: "This is not a trivial matter, let parents have time to come to school when they remember to bring the diagnosis certificate issued by the hospital." ”

In the end, I still have to call the parents, and the banquet is 10,000 unwilling, and I don't say 'yes', nor do I say anything against it.

The counselor comforted her: "Don't worry, calling your parents is just a responsibility as a teacher to understand the situation, and this is also to protect and take care of you." ”

Yan Jingzhou agreed: "I know the teacher." ”

The counselor wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips and he didn't say it.

The tablemate seized the opportunity to speak: "Teacher, if there is nothing else, we will go back." ”

The psychological counselor also felt that there was no need to continue talking, and pointed to the milk tea on the table: "Study hard, don't think too much." ”

Coming out of the infirmary, the sun was already very high, and it was a rare good weather.

Yan Jingzhou stood at the top of the stairs, took a sip of milk tea, and stretched out before walking into the sun: "What's the next class?" "A little absent-minded. She was still thinking about the first lesson: What was that emotion? Why is it born suddenly? These questions bothered her.

One of the more troubling things is the big question of how to explain what happened this morning compared to what has been so much rumoured.

She didn't want to have a virtual boyfriend and give away a child who died before she was born.

Thinking about it, it seems that only the 'heart' makes sense.

"Geography class, do you want to go back to class?" The same table answered her, and she was also a little absent-minded. I must have been thinking about it.

Yan Jingzhou shook his head: "I'm a little hungry, let's go eat." ”

The students in front of the school walked into the restaurant where they were contracted to eat three meals. The cafeteria mainly serves student meals, and there are no meals out of the pot yet. Although the boss said that they could do it alone, both of them said that they would wait for a while, and the boss didn't care about them anymore.

In an inconspicuous corner, the same table condescendingly interrogated Yan Jingzhou: "Confess leniently and resist strictly, don't let me ask one by one." ”

Yan Jingzhou raised his hands: "I guarantee that what I said is true." I'm also curious to know why. ”

The table mate did not show suspicion, but laughed at her: "Also, if it weren't for the ghost possession, who would have cried reading poetry in class." After a pause, he added, "There is another explanation." ”

Yan Jingzhou pricked up her ears to listen to her analysis, but she stopped abruptly. Yan Jingzhou urged her: "What explanation do you say?" ”

"In "Dream of Red Mansions", others don't understand why Lin Daiyu is crying, and she probably doesn't understand it herself."

Yan Jingzhou took out his mobile phone to record a video: "November 6th, Friday, fine, affected by an inexplicable mood, I changed my mood with my friend Mei Yu at the same table in the student cafeteria at eleven o'clock; However, as a small hair, she gave merciless ridicule to everything in the morning, and used "Dream of Red Mansions" to mock herself for being too pretentious, as evidenced by this video. ”