Time is a worn-out old tape recorder that fast-forwards with a hint of surrounding noise.

Gradually, Xu Zhiyuan began to not know how to get along with others, especially his biological parents.

Nine-year-old Xu Zhiyuan faced Xu Ji's concern and Shen Nan's encouragement.

Xu Zhiyuan began to be at a loss.

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In the morning, as usual, Xu Zhiyuan got up, dressed, washed, had breakfast, changed shoes at the entrance, and went to school.

Class 211 of the fifth grade transferred a new classmate, a boy, named Ru Cishuo, Yan Cishuo is white and pure, it is the existence of 211 that stands out from the crowd, and Xu Zhiyuan is also.

Yan Cishuo stood on the podium and saw Xu Zhiyuan almost at a glance.

When he was a child, Xu Zhiyuan was very well-behaved, with fair skin, big eyes, very curious about what he saw, thin and thin, Yan Cishuo saw him at a glance, and Ru Cishuo's eyes never left Xu Zhiyuan.

The Chinese teacher stood on the podium and gave Ru Cishuo a brief introduction to himself, and then let Ru Cishuo choose his own position.

Yan Cishuo pointed to the position behind Xu Zhiyuan, "Teacher, I want to sit there," Yan Cishuo said, "Teacher, is it okay?" ”

Yan Cishuo's voice was simply unspeakable.

And the position behind Xu Zhiyuan was someone, and when the little boy saw that the new classmate was going to grab his place, he was so anxious that he was about to cry, "Teacher...... I just wanted to sit here, if I could put my new classmates in the empty seats, I was already familiar with them. ”

Boys in the fifth grade are generally angry and dare not speak out, because in elementary school, when the class leader tells the teacher what happened in the class, the classmates will say that they are "making a small report" and "things are annoying", but they are invisibly enjoying the benefits brought to them by the class leader.

In the end, the Chinese teacher made a final decision, and said in a high-sounding manner, "Yan Cishuo has just transferred to this class, someone should take him to better familiarize himself with the situation in the class, Zhou Shuai, you can go there if you are wronged," The Chinese teacher pointed to the last row, and there was an empty position where no one sits, this position was originally for the teacher to sit on, and the teacher would generally guard them, and then make a lesson plan in this position.

Zhou Shuai wanted to cry without tears.

Because this position is at the door of the head teacher's office, as long as he says something, the head teacher can hear it all, the key is that the head teacher is also very willing to guard them, basically a day of class, the head teacher will not go back in advance.

Zhou Shuai finally wanted to struggle, "Teacher, I really like to be at the same table with Donald Duck, and Donald Duck and I can also help each other in learning, if there is anything I don't understand in class, I can also ask him ...... after class."

The Chinese teacher insisted that Yan Cishuo sit behind Xu Zhiyuan.

The time of a class may have passed very quickly for Xu Zhiyuan before, but now, Xu Zhiyuan only feels that the presence of someone behind him is extremely strong.

Zhou Shuai's tablemate "Donald Duck" is a girl, and girls will always deliberately brush up on some presence when they see a handsome boy who has a good impression.

Xu Zhiyuan listened silently to the conversation between the two people in front.

Donald Duck said, "Has anyone ever complimented you on how good-looking?" ”

Yan Cishuo said, "No," Yan Cishuo said and pinched his eyebrows, "They all praise my brother for his good looks." ”

"Then you have it now." Donald said with a grin.

Donald Duck and Zhou Shuai are both living treasures.

Although the genders are different, their personalities are very compatible, so they have been at the same table for several years, and as soon as Yan Cishuo came, this rule of the same table was also broken by him.

"Do you think that Zhou Shuai is better," Yan Cishuo said, "or am I better?" ”

Yan Cishuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was afraid to hear the answer, but he was looking forward to answering, and he was afraid that he was afraid that "Donald Duck" blurted out a sentence, "Zhou Shuai." "I'm looking forward to hoping that Donald Duck will say, "Yan Cishuo is good." ”

Yan Cishuo went to apologize to Zhou Shuai at the end of class, expressing his apology, "My eyes are a little short-sighted, sitting there is the last place I can see clearly, I'm sorry." ”

Zhou Shuai snorted with a cold face, and turned his head to indicate that he didn't want to talk to you.

Yan Cishuo shrugged his shoulders at Xu Zhiyuan, "He doesn't care much about me. ”

What made Xu Zhiyuan strange was that Yan Cishuo shrugged his shoulders on the first day he came, and he was very friendly.

Later, Xu Zhiyuan learned that Yan Cishuo's family was very rich, which was a bit similar to the kind of "bringing capital into the group" in the entertainment industry.

Even the teacher has to stammer, the family conditions can be imagined.

The Chinese teacher is not kind and kind at all to the point of hoping that the new students can get along well with the boys in Class 211, because the Chinese teacher is indifferent to anyone and everything.

You won't be in my hands when I'm done.

How can there be a heart that thinks about people everywhere.

He takes the salary paid by the state and does the most careless things.

Xu Zhiyuan knew some things about the Chinese teacher, because the Chinese teacher used to take care of a lot of things, and he was hated, he was fine, and his mother was frightened when he was in another school.

After receiving the notice that his mother was critically ill, he hurried to the hospital, but only saw his mother for the last time.

After that, this Chinese teacher is no longer nosy in school, and when others ask him for help, he will push it to other teachers if he can push it to other teachers.

"There will be pity for those who hate them."

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During the lunch break, Xu Zhiyuan came out to go to the toilet.

Xu Zhiyuan bumped into Yan Cishuo kissing "Donald Duck".

"Donald Duck" was obviously kissing for the first time, she couldn't even breathe the simplest breath, "Donald Duck" was smacked by Yan Ci, and her face was flushed.

Xu Zhiyuan was not interested in reading it.

Xu Zhiyuan was not interested in knowing what would happen next, whether they would go for a walk in the playground holding hands or write a topic together in the classroom in the afternoon.

Shen Nan also sank into Xu Ji's gentleness like this.

Xu Zhiyuan turned his head and left.

Yan Cishuo chuckled, this chuckle was particularly clear when everyone was sleeping on this floor, "Ah~" Yan Cishuo said, "It seems to have been seen." ”

"Donald Duck" blushed and did not dare to speak.

Xu Zhiyuan turned around, "It's quite precocious." ”

Men and women in the fifth grade of primary school have gradually begun to have a vague conception of the gender as long as you are constantly with a person of the opposite sex, and the person next to you is half of the face.

Yan Cishuo didn't pay attention to it, and whistled at Xu Zhiyuan

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After this episode, Xu Zhiyuan lived a simple life of two points and one line every day.

School, home.

School, home.

Eight hours at school and one hour at home for the piano.

Xu Zhiyuan was gradually able to grasp the strength and volume, as well as the length of the pause.

In fact, any seemingly ordinary person around us has another side behind him that no one knows.

Shen Nan intensified.

began to let Xu Zhiyuan learn other musical instruments, but after Xu Zhiyuan understood the piano, other musical instruments also understood a little.

I won't be as stupid as I was at the beginning.

Xu Zhiyuan began to wander around various cram schools on weekends.

Flute, piano, guitar.

Shen Nan decided to let Xu Zhiyuan take a piano grade 5 first.

Of course, other aspects can't be bad, because this is her Shen Nan's son!

Shen Nan's hand-making often found at home that Mr. Luo's efforts were too high.

The blue bucket in the kitchen can almost fill a bucket of water every day for Xu Zhiyuan to soak his hands.

In the fifth grade, Xu Zhiyuan's only wish every day is to take the piano test for grade 5, and not to play a wrong note when practicing every day.

He lives according to Shen Nan's rhythm.

Man is a pendulum between happiness and suffering, the sun rises and sets, and the cycle repeats.

Shen Nan saw that Xu Zhiyuan's piano grade 5 was admitted, and just wanted to take Xu Zhiyuan out to have a good time, but saw that Xu Zhiyuan's final exam results had regressed!

"Mom......" Xu Zhiyuan's voice was a little cautious.

Xu Zhiyuan waited for Shen Nan's answer, and dragged out his last words: "My classmates want me to go out to play together." ”

And Shen Nan looked at the report card and was furious, "What's the matter with you?" Do you go to school every day by the light to eat? Regressed so much? What's the use of me raising you? You've let me down! I studied one month before the summer vacation, and I went to learn sketching the next month, I saw that the son of the Zhang family sketched very well. ”

“……”

Yan Cishuo asked him to go to the movies......

Why don't you listen to yourself......

Shen Nan began to kidnap morally, "Who am I doing this for?" For your own good! Otherwise, what am I staying in this house for? Be a babysitter for you and Xu Ji? It's free, isn't it? With a 9.9 marriage certificate, I still have to be a nanny for you two for life? Oh, funny. The more Shen Nan said, the higher the volume was raised, and the voice became colder and colder, "Xu Ji's dog derailed five months ago!" You don't know yet, do you? Do you really think he's a good dad for you? Funny! He cheated on a woman who was very much like her but didn't love him at all! Did he take me seriously? Am I working as a coolie in this house?! Yes?! Tell me, ......! If you let me die, you can let me die, can you understand a little bit? ”

“……”

After Shen Nan finished venting, there was silence.

Permanent silence.

The sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard.

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Xu Zhiyuan was lying on the bed, with a pair of cold eyes, staring at the ceiling light.

Like a dead man shot by a gunshot, he lay motionless on his back with his arms outstretched, the back of the silk cotton spreading countless folds along the contours of his body.

His head was buzzing, and he couldn't tell if it was reality or illusion.

It turned out that he had worked hard for so long, practicing the piano wholeheartedly every day, for fear that playing a wrong note would make Mr. Luo angry and his mother disappointed.

And Shen Nan didn't care about these at all, she just used him as her own vent, beat him up if his family didn't go well, and scolded him if his career didn't go well.

The heartbeat was uncontrollable, the sourness spread, and even the fingertips were cold.

So what's the use of him trying so long.

Before and since, no one helped him in any difficulties, and he survived it alone.