A Monday that is the same, an early morning that is the same.

It was the same thing that I loved so much, but after my fate with Ellie disappeared, it also became inexplicably irritable.

"Snap"

Walking down the streets with the early morning mist, my impetuous steps seemed to tell the mood of wanting to see Elle as soon as possible.

I want to tell her exactly what I want in my heart. Tell the girl who shines as brightly as the sun and always has a fearless smile.

Hey, Ellie?

Hey, big sister?

Hey, Uncle Ellie?

What should I start with?

How do I say what I want to say?

If only someone could tell me about this.

Speaking of which...

Will I meet her around the corner on the street?

It's like in a love comic, where two people accidentally bump into each other and then look at each other speechlessly.

Or, will I meet her at the school gate?

Then I raised my hand and said, 'Hey, Ellie, what a coincidence.'"

Or will I meet her on the stairs leading to the classroom?

She walked in front of me and I walked behind her. Then at the end of the stairs, gently stop her. In the midst of my classmates' discussions, I told her what I thought.

I do not know.

No matter which one starts, no matter which kind of encounter, it is not bad. If only I could see her and let me say those words.

。。。。。

On the corner of the street, there is an aunt who sells breakfast.

。。。。。

At the school gate in the early morning, Watson stood shyly waiting for me.

。。。。。

On the stairs leading to the classroom, there were classmates who were secretly pointing at me.

。。。。。

The illusion that was ten minutes ago was completely shattered after ten minutes.

The dream bubbles in my head lasted longer than those colorful bubbles blown with soapy water.

Comforting, right? Ha ha.

Staying in the classroom and powerless, I can only enlighten myself with this kind of Ah Q thought.

Why don't fantasies always happen? Why, exactly?

It's like picking up a dollar on the floor on the way to school, and then fantasizing about picking up a dollar at the end of the night.

It's happened once, so why can't it happen a second time?

I don't understand.

If I fantasize about being the number one in the world, if I fantasize about becoming a heartthrob.

It's okay if I don't reach these fantasies, because they are unrealistic things.

But even a small illusion is too much, right? People are not iron-clad, so they will be very disappointed. What if even the upright stick is bent severely?! Damn it!!

"Ugh."

Lying on the windowsill next to the table, looking at the big banyan tree outside the window, I sighed leisurely.

The branch where Elle once stood, and there were still traces of breakage. But these wounds on the branches of the tree have been covered with a faint white liquid.

After a few days, these scars will not be visible at all, right?

This is true of trees, but what about people? Is it like a wounded tree, and after a while, you won't be able to see the scars?

As time went on, the number of students in the classroom gradually increased. They rush to do their homework, or discuss interesting things with friends they haven't seen in two days, but in short, they have their own things to do.

For some reason, I felt like I had become a different person from them. After meeting Ellie, this feeling became even stronger. The way of life is different, the world I see is different, and I have parted ways with ordinary life slightly.

"Hey, have you heard? What's been a lot of trouble lately? ”

The gossip team in the classroom began to talk about the gossip collected over the weekend again.

Unlike in the past, it was a group of girls, and now there are a lot of boys. Among them is my front table, the sissy version of Rambo.

"You know the one at my back table, right?"

He huddled with the girls, whispering, glancing at me cautiously from time to time.

“。。。”

Frowning, I continued to look at the banyan tree in a daze. I knew he was talking about me at the back table, but so what? Do you want to rush up and press him to the floor when you hear someone talking about me?

Let's not say that this is unreasonable, even if it does, it is estimated that Rambo will only moan and moan happily on the floor. After all, he has played father and son with others.

As soon as I thought of this, I shuddered again. The goosebumps are about to fall, and the sound of beans falling to the ground is sound.

"That Zongzheng Si Chen. Now he is wanted on the road!! ”

Rambo pretended to be mysterious, his face was terrifyingly black, and he covered his face with all the scarepy girls.

Hum.. Rambo, do you still need to be deliberately scary? All you have to do is stand in front of me, and I'll be able to roll out a hundred meters automatically. And it's fully automatic! You don't even have to speak!

What else is on the road? Are high school gangsters also on the road? Is your way really all-encompassing? Why don't you add two chickens in? Running on the road with a grunt feels pretty cool.

"Click"

He clenched his fist, and the knuckles made a squeezing sound of air. The trauma sustained on Friday night was cured after two days of sleep. It's just a wound in the heart, but there are no good signs at all.

As for why did the injury heal so quickly? Now even I don't think about it. After all, I didn't even break my forearm when I was hit by an iron pipe, and I probably already lived in the second dimension.

I don't know if Rambo heard my warning sound, but in short, he lowered his voice a little and said cautiously:

"You'd better stay away from that person. I heard that the bad people in the whole school are looking for him.。。 ”

“。。。”

Listening to Rambo's unreal gossip, I once again fell into deep thought.

Get away from me? Do you disassociate yourself with me? It's someone else who wants to find me, it's not that I'm looking for someone else, and I haven't done anything wrong.

And what do I do with the bad school? Did I kneel and lick and beat an adult? Hum.. But if you want to hit me.

I'll call the police.

Some things need to rely on fists, and some things need to rely on reason. Although there is light mixed with darkness, do not forget that there is still light mixed with darkness. There are two sides to everything, and seeing only one side will only plunge people into a dark vortex.

So in order to keep myself from getting into trouble, I will definitely call the police resolutely.

"Why are you looking for Si Chen?"

An untimely sweet voice sounded from the side of the gossip team, and Watson was looking at Rambo with a confused expression.

Your sister! Watson, don't get involved with them! If Watson knew that I was going to fight or something, Watson would definitely be so worried that he couldn't sleep.

Although I don't like Watson like this, the friendship between old friends is still there. I don't want my old friends to worry about me either.

"Wang Huasheng, don't you know yet?"

Rambo paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at Watson suspiciously, and said:

"On Friday night, Zongzheng Sichen seriously injured a big brother outside, and I heard that people outside were looking for him."

“！！”

When I heard what Rambo said, my head was clouded for a moment.

Ahh Beat the big brother outside to a serious injury?! The big brother who stabbed me with a knife? Isn't that bad enough to explode?!

You won't be hunted down by the Black SE, right?! Seventeen years of my peaceful daily life!

"No, no. Gotta call the police. ”

Covered in cold sweat, I stiffly took out a straight phone from my pocket.

Being chased and killed by the black SE is not a joke, it is a matter of breaking your hands and feet if you are not careful! When you encounter this kind of thing in reality, it is estimated that you have the heart to smuggle abroad, right?!

Just when I looked at my phone in a cold sweat, I saw a desk flying in front of my eyes outside the window in front of me.

"Three years of high school group fights!!"

The hallway was crowded with students, screaming and shouting with great interest, and squeezed towards the floor where the senior year of high school was.

“？！”

I was taken aback, and subconsciously turned my head. And the phone in my hand also slipped from my hand and fell to the floor with a snapping sound, like a heartbreak sound.