"She's just a bus, and I've heard that ex-boyfriends are enough to form a football team, and none of them can last more than a month."

"What bus, don't you talk nonsense?"

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs. In your words, there is a reason for nothing. ”

"Besides, the bus isn't very good!" Looking at his yearning expression, there was no frivolous contempt at all.

"Thank you! Thank you for using the right 'out of nowhere'. "I felt a little unhappy in my heart, and I had a feeling of being applauded in public but helpless, so I had to divert the topic.

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e welcome, but I always feel weird. Qian Duo is not entangled, but it is a rare generosity.

"Of course, when everyone is habitually wrong, insisting on being right becomes an outlier. It's like some things in people, most people have characteristics called diseases, and only a few people have them.

I'm really worried that one day, in order to follow the trend caused by mistakes, idioms such as "unfounded", "not distempered", and "beautiful" will be forcibly changed. "I could feel that Qian Duo was already a little impatient with my preaching, so he immediately stopped talking about it.

"Watch out for falling!" I saw Qian Duo reach out and press the play button next to the table to listen to the sound, and then reminded.

"A tattered second-hand thing, look at you nervous." Qian Duo paused, not only did he not care, but pressed it harder.

I was caught off guard, and when I saw the Walkman fall to the ground with a "snap" on my head, I hurriedly picked it up, took it in my hand and tried again and again, but there was no sound, so I had to give up. At this time, I found that Qian Duo was long gone. To be honest, I was so angry that I had nothing to say.

The next day, at lunchtime, I ran a long way to find a store, and after the Walkman was repaired, not only was the sound distorted, but it broke down again within a few days. Later, I simply stopped repairing it, and after some ideological struggle, I finally decided to buy a new one.

As Qian Duo said, Yunduo is indeed quite "abusive", with a lot of ex-boyfriends. But the time she spent dating Sun Qiong easily broke through the shackles of no more than a month in some people's mouths.

I've always been curious about a mysterious woman like Yunduo, but I never opened my mouth to find it, and then she took the initiative to click on me, "If you don't have a girlfriend, I'll agree if you chase me." ”

Although it was in my natural nature to be suspicious, that time, I really persuaded myself in my heart to believe that she could read minds. Many years later, one evening, when I opened the dusty and discolored photo album and saw her again, poppies suddenly came to mind.

Having said that, many miracles in this world that cannot be explained for a while, once they take root in their hearts, weak-willed people will become its supporters; Others who want to explain it with reason, and who diligently seek it but cannot understand it, will be driven crazy by it - the morning hears that it is okay to die at night.

These two kinds of people have one thing in common, that is, obsession, like Fei'e to a fire. And the clouds are the fire, and we are the moths that hear or don't.

Clouds, we met on the home-to-school minibus. That time, she sat next to me after Xiaohongqi got into the car. At that time, I was reading a book about antique appraisal for Sun Qiong, the book was given to me by Zhao Min, and after seeing the title of the book, I was very puzzled - could it be that Sun Qiong's father wanted to open an antique store?

If I had to lay the groundwork for our encounter, I just remember that it was a beautiful day. As for how she attracts attention, everyone will make up for it by themselves. If you have to refer to it, then refer to Luo Fu in "Mo Shang Sang".

Yun Duo started to talk (I think she might be curious), at the beginning, I said something about what you didn't say, chatting and chatting about the people and things around her, only to see her dancing and foaming, that is called an unscrupulous.

So much so that I thought she was a crazy girl with big breasts and no brains, but later I learned that she had another side to talking and doing things.

Now that I think about it, she is really a bit schizophrenic, and then again, who doesn't have schizophrenia?

Human beings are inherently contradictory complexes of multiple personalities, and what kind of character they embody depends entirely on the dominance of the subconscious. The subconscious mind that seems to be the king is shaped in the environment, and the environment is formed under the multiple personalities of many people.

It's like a circle that connects the beginning and the end, but our thinking will only move forward forever, in fact, the truth is always behind you.

I suddenly remembered the saying "the ultra-microscopic determines the microscopic, and the microscopic determines the macroscopic", which caused countless scientists to bend their waists and fall into the quagmire of searching for the smallest indivisible particle. Maybe all the matter we encounter is the so-called smallest particle, but we just forget to look back!

Speaking of schizophrenia, I can't help but think of the god-level intermittent psychopath in my memory - the "little prince of science".

As for the mentally ill, in my childhood memory, adults are usually divided into two categories: crazy and stupid. The little prince of science seems to be a little greedy, and he has both.

He usually picks up garbage around our school for a living, and occasionally sneaks into the school to brush up on his presence, although they all know him, but no one knows where he comes from, whether he has any family, and what his name is. The nickname "Little Prince of Science" easily reminds me of my father's saying that "if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to go all over the world".

I don't know who or when it was called, anyway, everyone has always called it that, and he gladly accepted it, as if the banter in the mouths of others has become a compliment in his ears.

The "little prince" was actually not young, he was twenty-five or sixteen years old at the time. He was not tall, with a thin figure, and from the back he looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with an irregular hairstyle that changed from short to long and then from long to short, and his dark and round face was always smiling.

It's rare to see him wearing clothes that fit well, presumably all well-wishers pity him, I wonder if there are clouds among these people? Occasionally, he would wear a school uniform in a sportswear, shabby but neat and well-fitted, but it looked weird, only to learn later that it was actually his hospital gown.

The "Little Prince of Science" is very honest, even if he is sick, he is as gentle as jade, he has no aggression towards others, and he has no masochistic tendencies, and he still smiles on his face, but he also smiles when he doesn't show others.

Most people who are familiar with him turn a blind eye, but those who are not familiar with him will mutter, "Is there a brain disease"? Yes, he was indeed sick, perhaps by someone who thought he was.