The past of a dance
Foreword: Chapter 17 was revised by me, and some settings were left yesterday, and now old George has one more paragraph. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Lying on the desk in a daze, Mai felt that her thinking was a little drifting, she was so tired that she fell asleep......
Dream:
"The dim sight, the faint voice in the ear, who is speaking? What are you talking about? I couldn't hear clearly, I couldn't open my eyes, my head was dizzy, and my body was so hot...... No, I'm going to get up, I have something to do, but what is it? I can't remember, my head still hurts, it's hot and dizzy. No, my consciousness is getting more and more blurred, I want to get up, get up......"
"Well, my head doesn't hurt anymore, I'm a little sleepy, no, I can't sleep!" Suddenly, awakened by the persistence in his heart, Ren Lingwu opened his eyes suddenly.
"Familiar ceiling...... Am I hospitalized again? Ren Lingwu was lying on the pure white hospital bed, his left hand stretched out outside the quilt, and he was dripping as always. There was no one in the house, and on the cupboard next to the bed were flowers with water droplets on the petals. The beige wall, the white bed, the white quilt, the blue curtains, all these familiar things made Ren Lingwu's heart unfluctuating.
"I'm back in the hospital, is that to say I've failed again? Sure enough, the dizziness when I was doing the class plate preset was a fever...... So this time, because of my relationship, the class activities were not completed, right? Everyone is going to look at each other together...... Obviously, he has worked hard and has the ability to do those things, but because of this weak body, he failed again. Ren Lingwu lay motionless on the bed, obviously tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes, but his face was so stiff that there was no expression.
"Looking back now, my body has never been better. I have to run to the hospital every once in a while, and because my parents are frail and sick, I am very accommodating to myself and have developed a somewhat cowardly character. After school, I want to play with my classmates, but I don't know my classmates well because I am often sick and absent, and I can only talk to my classmates. When I was in junior high school, I often wanted to prove myself through various activities and get everyone's approval, but I failed the same this time. I guess everyone will be more alienated from themselves in the future, right? While saying, "Ren Lingwu, go and take a rest, let's do the rest." He looked at himself with pity, afraid that he would fall again. It's so annoying......" Ren Lingwu lifted the quilt covering his chest and covered his head, not wanting to think about these things anymore.
During Ren Lingwu's hospitalization, classmates came to visit one after another, but he was not happy. None of the students mentioned the situation of their own class about the cultural festival, but said that this year's cultural festival was also very exciting, which class had what program, and which student won what award. Ren Lingwu just had a feeling that he was out of reach, he was obviously a classmate, but he was like a person from two worlds with them.
After being discharged from the hospital, Ren Lingwu returned to school again as before. The classmates have long been accustomed to it, as if they had seen Ren Lingwu yesterday, they simply greeted each other, and then went back to do their own things.
After this incident happened again, Ren Lingwu never received a class assignment again, and he never took the initiative to ask for it. Just sitting in the classroom, silently looking at the projection of the courseware and doing homework. After that, Ren Lingwu didn't move much, his body was more steady, his grades were getting better and better, and the teacher praised him more and more, and his classmates also mentioned Ren Lingwu's name from time to time when discussing their studies. Ren Lingwu felt as if he had been recognized by everyone all of a sudden, so he worked harder, but what about the growing sense of isolation from the class? "No, it's just an illusion, no one doesn't know my name now, the number one name in the whole school, no one dares to ignore me, no one dares to underestimate me, it's just an illusion......"
With the increase of the grade and the results as always, Ren Lingwu seemed to have forgotten the hard work and cowardice he tried in the past, and his expression became resolute unconsciously. As if he deliberately worked hard to become a role model, Ren Lingwu began to pay attention to the words he used and others, began to learn to adjust his tone, began to learn to solve troubles, and began to exercise his dilapidated body. Everything has changed, as if everything in the past has been cut away, and it has become a statue standing at the top of the student's learning career, and it has become an unattainable role model......
"When did that change? Seems like when was your freshman year? I can't remember the specific time for a long time, but I only remember her appearance and changed herself again. I don't know when, Ren Lingwu already felt that something was wrong with his perspective, but his spirit was surprisingly calm, and he felt a little confused, "It's a dream, right?" I didn't expect to have dreams about the past......"
The picture in front of him jumped, Ren Lingwu was like a bystander, letting the things in front of him change, there was no emotion in his heart, and he didn't have any thoughts, but he could feel what was happening, as plain as warm water.
In his freshman year, Ren Lingwu chose to live on campus temporarily, in order to be able to better study and live and adapt to the pace of university learning. Until the second half of the semester, Ren Lingwu's grades had already become the first, but due to the different majors in the university, Ren Lingwu could only be regarded as the first in his department.
On an ordinary morning, Ren Lingwu stayed in the library as usual and looked at some books that were more out of the way. Without warning to Ren Lingwu, a soft female voice interrupted his train of thought, "Do you also like to read this book?" It's an interesting book, and I love the ......."
Ren Lingwu turned his head along the hair flowing by the field of vision, and saw a smiling and very beautiful girl standing on his right, pointing to the "Gentle Death" in his hand, talking to himself. The gentle appearance of the girl under the sunrise oblique still makes Ren Lingwu unforgettable, it was the first time he was accosted by someone, and it was also the first time that he had a heart-pounding feeling.
A gentle smile, soft and natural eyes, a comfortable voice, a simple and well-fitting dress, a dignified posture, and dazzling shiny hair reflected in the golden sun...... All this made Ren Lingwu feel sluggish, as if something had been touched in his heart, and naturally his plain face, which had been frozen for many years, showed a natural, heartfelt smile. "This book is really good......"
Ren Lingwu couldn't understand what it was like, he just felt that it was amazing, and his stagnant heart began to stir up one wave after another. I don't know the reason, and I don't plan to know the reason, as long as he has this feeling that he has never experienced, happy, and at ease.
This is the first encounter with her in Ren Lingwu's impression, only the young man who is left to learn and formula socialize to win that meager sense of identity and dignity finally ushered in his angel, a girl who is willing to understand him, contact him, and recognize him - Lin Youxi.
Under the mediation of Lin Youxi, Ren Lingwu once again tried to open his heart to the world and get to know his classmates again with his true side. At the same time, with greater passion to win everyone's recognition, real approval, to do those things that have never really succeeded, to become a strong and strong person.
Just when Ren Lingwu's heart was rippling, the picture in front of him changed sharply, and when he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the scene of confrontation with Non-Crying MT in the game. The harsh words of Don't Cry MT came into his ears, and his face was distorted, revealing a terrifying look, sticking to his own perspective, shouting, sarcastic, and laughing at his weakness. Ren Lingwu wanted to speak, wanted to say that he could solve the problem, wanted to say that he could hit all of you, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say it at all.
"Let's contact my cousin, after all, he is also the boss of our school, and with his connections, he should be able to help you deal with the family affairs without crying."
"It's a pity that your relationship with him is not very good, and you can only be regarded as an ordinary friend."
"No, this time is different, and it's not in reality, they have no reason to end this matter easily."
The gaze turned again, the non-crying MT in front of him had disappeared, and the words of Haoyue came from his ears, I don't know why, the voice that usually sounded very comfortable now only sounded extremely uncomfortable for Ren Lingwu. It seems to tell about his powerlessness and weakness, as before.
"But it's different! It's not the same as before! I've changed, I've tried, I've tried, I've been recognized, I've succeeded! I can become strong and strong like in reality, with the help of Lin Youxi! With the help of Lin Youxi...... In the ...... of the forest With the help of ...... Lin Youxi, she is Haoyue......"
In the game, Mai lies on the desk in the study, frowning. Tears fell silently......