I don't know what other students think about the seven days of a week.

On Friday, it's time for a break, and the other students seem to be very excited, as if there are a lot of interesting and new things to do on Saturday and Sunday.

But Hua Lonely is only lonely, and after school on weekdays, the unattractive "going home" for her is not as good as the mood of leaving home to go to school.

Despite all the pressures in school, such as what she had to wear the next day and whether she could wear something different, so as not to look too much like an ugly duckling, of course, the answer was often "no".

Maybe it's only the weekends at home where you can be an ugly duckling through and through?

But she also has her hesitations at home.

At school, I am more or less free, not like two days on the weekend, I don't dare to speak loudly, the low pressure at home, I don't dare to provoke my parents, I am always afraid that I will be beaten up if I touch the danger zone, and I am cautious and anxious to watch the passage of time.

However, for a high school student, especially a high school student who is about to enter the third year of high school, it stands to reason that Yuan Pingqing and Hua Pingjin are running around outside during the day, and no one disturbs them at home, which should be a good time to study hard.

But no matter how good the environment and the consciousness of reading, after all, it is no match for the talent that is far from enough to study science.

It's not that she doesn't want to brush up on the questions, and she often wants to sit in front of the stage for a long time, but every book that can be opened stimulates her comprehension and challenges her Huigen.

She often got up restlessly and paced back and forth in the empty room;

Calm down and try many times, but there is no way to ask for help, and under the title with small black letters, what remains unchanged is a large area of blankness.

Without the guidance of the teacher, she still couldn't get the hang of it.

This extreme anxiety would eventually turn into soulless frustration, and she lay blankly at her desk, her eyes vacant and letting what she was in front of her lose focus.

Actually, she doesn't want to be like this, she is not an unmotivated person.

So, it seems to be very leisurely, but if anyone has really experienced such a self-contained, worthless and wasted time, they may understand that the torment makes it very uncomfortable, because the space is empty.

At this moment, for Hua Lian, even if there is no teacher who can be kind to her, even if there is an extracurricular book, Hua Lin will read it greedily to enrich her knowledge and culture.

But in the bookcase at home, there are too few books, and she has even taught herself books like "The Country Barefoot Doctor" with yellowed and missing pages, but after all, it is too obscure, and the treatment methods in it are not things that can be obtained in daily contact.

In the end, in this whole empty room, what Hua Lin can really do and be good at has become to write her superficial diary.

It's just that the object has been transformed from Liang Che at the beginning to Zhang Ting.

Regarding Zhang Ting's name, before he put pen to paper, Hua Shan was still entangled.

She specially flipped through the Xinhua dictionary, took it seriously, took out the posture of an old pedant, and looked for the words with the pronunciation of "TING" word by word to study.

Then, she was attracted by the "珽" next to the word "珽" with her own extravagance, and she firmly believed that this was the reasonable name for this special boy.

With specific things to do, even if others seem to be extremely boring and unnutritious, but to the person concerned, the subjective spiritual world at this time is rich.

As a result, the running of the hour and minute hands seems to have meaning again.

Hua Lin buried her head, pinned all her enthusiasm on her pen, and wrote freely, reminiscing about her vague intersection with Zhang Ting at school.

What kind of intersection are they?

Like Chaplin's silent films, there is no dialogue between the people in the play;

It's like a broken comic, only for a single frame, and there is no upper and lower plot.

Encounters in the playground;

the encounter of the sink sink;

Encounters in the back garden of the school;

…

The repeated scenes, the repeated encounters, are so vivid and warm in her memory.

There was still a peak moment that always lingered in her mind.

It was a sunny, tree-lined afternoon with the scent of flowers.

She, Cen Lin, and Su Ya's "Rape Flower Combination" were clubbed outside the classroom.

Sometimes the girl chases and fights, sometimes chats with flowers in the flower garden, and sometimes gossips with the fat man who comes forward.

At that time, there was still a corner hidden in Hua Lian's mind, and in that corner she installed a remote voyeur lens, and quietly observed a position next to the pillar in the corridor of the residential class on the second floor, where Zhang Ting and his classmates were standing, and they were watching the scene happening downstairs.

It's not once or twice a day or two since he's standing there, and invisibly, it seems to have become his exclusive old place.

It is also for this reason that the rape flower combination can endure the boredom, and the two of them accompany Hua Lone, willing to wander in the old place where the afterglow can be swept downstairs, and strive for more possibilities for Hua Lone.

They felt that as if the hearts of these two people could form a tacit understanding, it would become a space for her and Zhang Ting's souls to intersect, and to ensure that they "saw each other".

This time on this day, the bell rang for class, and the three of them rushed into the classroom one after another.

Cen Lin runs slowly, she is always the last.

Subconsciously, Cen Lin glanced at the location of the old place in Hua Lone's heart, and immediately shouted, "Hua Hua Hua Hua~", and the last voice pulled the ground and stopped Hua Lin and Su Ya at the door of the classroom.

"What?" Hua Lin and Su Ya asked together.

Cen Lin was extremely excited, as if she knew some big secret, and she couldn't wait to share with Hua Lian:

"I saw it, I really saw it, I saw your Zhang Ting, when we ran in, he leaned on the fence and leaned out towards us, looking for you to see you!"

Cen Lin's excited expression made the other two people have no doubt that Zhang Ting leaned out to see what it was, maybe it was the teacher of his own class?

Maybe something else unusual intrigued him?

Maybe it's not Hua Lone, maybe it's Su Ya?

But the three of them don't question these at all.

Su Ya suddenly looked at Hua Lin with a smile.

And Hua Lonely, the bottom of his heart instantly flashed with real sweetness, and he couldn't help but pull the other two into the classroom a little shyly, and even when he tasted it in the interval between classes, he bred super joy, and he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Balzac's Disillusionment says:

"If a person talks too much, he will believe his own words."

In Hua Lonely, it purely belongs:

"A person dreams a lot, and he also believes in his dreams."

In addition, there is this dream, which is also real.

That night, Yuan Pingqing stayed at her aunt's stall to help and didn't go home, Hua Pingjin found an excuse after dinner and went out, leaving Hua Lin alone.

Hua Lin was originally lying in front of the desk to write her homework, writing and writing, but as soon as she stopped, this thought drifted away, and she thought of Zhang Ting again.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Hua Ting summed up, is Zhang Ting studying in the classroom at night, or resting in the dormitory?

While thinking about it, you can criticize her, but she is not a reader, and her sleepiness gradually came back after not writing a few pages.

Originally, she just wanted to rest her head on her arm and write again while lying on her stomach, but she accidentally fell asleep in this flower loneliness.

True answer to that verse:

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while."

This is the dream of flower loneliness, parallel space.

Just like the most real night in front of me, I have the impression that the sky is full of stars.

And she didn't know where she got the courage and timing, pedaling her bicycle, and in the dappled night, she arrived at the school smoothly, and she was full of clarity that there was only one goal, which was to go straight to the student dormitory building.

Standing in front of the building, she knew exactly what she was doing.

She clearly looked at the grass and trees downstairs in the dormitory, and the students around her came and went, in and out.

Without the slightest hesitation, without any twisting, as if just waiting for this moment, she grabbed a person, and the person turned his head, it was Zhang Ting.

Hua Lin was very happy, and immediately impulsively hugged him desperately.

That Zhang Ting didn't seem suspicious at all, and he smiled at her as if he was waiting for her.

At this time, Hua Lin could feel that she was very nervous, and she asked the question from the bottom of her heart nervously:

"You know me, right?"

It's just a pity that I haven't waited for an answer yet———

A loud bang came from outside the world, and the soul of Hua Lonely floated up.

In front of him, the original real and concrete dormitory building, Zhang Ting, the person, and the vivid background of his classmates all began to blur.

She stretched out her hand to grab it but couldn't catch it, she drifted farther and farther, and finally Hua Lin didn't wait for an answer from Zhang Ting, her eyes were dark, and when she opened it again, there was a yellow lamp and books in front of her.

It's Hua Pingjin who has gone home.

At that time, Hua Pingjin opened the door and found that there was no movement in the Hua Lonely house, and when he got closer, the dead girl was asleep, hum, he shouted with a calm face, "Hua Lone!" ”

Only then did he call back Hua Lone's heart and soul.

At that moment Hua Silence woke up in the crook of her own arm, and sat up straight and motionless.

On the one hand, she was afraid of her father, and wondered if his father would take the next step to punish her for doing her homework and writing about something that had never happened before that was so ridiculous as falling asleep;

On the other hand, it was she who realized that everything that had just been extremely realistic was just an illusory dream, and she was surprised that she would have such a dream, and she was also surprised by the realism of the dream, and she was surprised by the connection with reality.

Fortunately, Hua Pingjin was not too annoyed and didn't do anything, he only explained a few words seriously, and it was over for the time being.

And Hua Lin still didn't dare to move, until Hua Pingjin closed her door and continued to watch TV in the living room, after making sure that Hua Pingjin would not enter the house for the time being, Hua Lin gently buried her head back in the crook of her arm.

She was reminiscing about her dreams.

Reminiscing about what happened in the dream, she closed her eyes and forcibly sketched the picture, forcing it to stay in front of her eyes.

The heartbeat in the dream is still there.

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I meet you on horseback:

Dreams gather around me like living things.

And the moon is on my right,

Follow me, burn.

I came back on horseback and everything had changed.

My soul in love is grieved.

And the moon is on my left,

Follow me mercilessly.

We poets let ourselves go.

Indulge in these endless impressions.

In silence, fiction is only a harbinger of events,

Until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.

—Excerpt from the American author of "Until the World Reflects the Deepest Needs of the Soul".

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Some emotions can be big or small, far or near,

belongs to the small and ignorant plot of Hua Lone;

In this silent speculation, flowers secretly grow in the world of flower silence.

In the loneliness of burning for the flowers, a little bit of brilliance blooms until the spark burns the prairie fire.

Guarding such a dream, and the false truth, she is willing to have it again and again like a migratory bird, intoxicated by those repeated ordinary "encounters".

This also gave her enough motivation to study, because she defaulted to Zhang Ting's good grades, and their school midterm exams would disrupt the classroom.

So she ignited her enthusiasm for reading again, and she couldn't do it at home, so she asked Cheng Xian for help, and then studied hard.

Although physical chemistry is powerless, biology has made progress.

No matter what, Hua Lin pays too much attention to the spiritual world, and she will work hard and seriously for what she believes in.

Zhang Ting's appearance just gave her such satisfaction.