The Buddha said that all living beings are suffering, so he took it as his responsibility to purify the common people. Quit seven emotions and six desires, greed and hatred, and live like a stone.

But it is also said that the world is impermanent, and everything is a certainty due to fate.

I don't understand why I put myself in such a transcendent state, just to save the common people from fire and water, but why do I believe in fate? Aren't all beings equal? No matter how bumpy the road to rescuing the common people is, we should face the difficulties without discrimination.

I don't understand any of this, and I don't want to. I just don't know when I actually believe in fate.

It was fate that I didn't live to be twenty years old, and the victims I couldn't save were also because of fate.

Later I learned that we always like to blame fate for things we can't do anything about. We tell ourselves that what we can't change is predestined. So there is the causal cycle, and everything is a number of days.

I suddenly wondered, is it because of fate that I don't live to be twenty years old? If so, why did it do this to me?

Forget it, life can't be what it looks like in chicken soup for the soul. Just like I'm just a mortal, I can't live like a hermitage monk, and I don't have so many philosophies to figure it out.

In reality, there are still a lot of mundane things that I need to worry about, such as English test papers.

My first day of class after I was discharged from the hospital was an English test, which was fortunate because I didn't have to rack my brains with all the messy questions in other subjects.

Why is it called a test? In the words of Viagra, it's about seeing how deep our foundation is. Although I really want to tell him not to touch it, I don't know the bottom myself, you can't touch it. But because of his obscenity, I still tried my best to write.

This afternoon happens to be the day the English test papers are being issued. December 14 was a good day for me, because I didn't finish last in English for the first time.

And the unlucky guy who took the penultimate place turned out to be a brother. I suddenly thanked him for coming, because it was because of him that I couldn't get the first place in English with a score of 21, because he only scored 19.

From today onwards, I am finally not the black sheep that Mr. Pan Yu has been staring at.

Teacher Pan Yu was very angry, yes. She called me and Brother Buzheng out alone, frowned and asked how we got the test? What is the bad luck of a total score of 120 in English to avoid all the correct answers that can be avoided so accurately?

As a result, my brother also won the special honor of writing an English essay every day, just like me.

The second class was Viagra's, and he seemed to know about the two of us. So he criticized the two of us in class, saying that the third-to-last scored more than 40 points, and the sum of us was not as high as the third-to-last score. He also said that the two of us dragged the English scores of the entire 71st class back, and they were the two-stirring sticks of the 71st class.

As soon as Viagra said this, there was a burst of laughter. I stood there and thought to myself: Laughing hair? We're-stirring sticks, so aren't you guys? What a bunch of idiots.

The words of viagra came in my left ear, and I pulled it out of my right ear. Anyway, let him say it, even if he says a flower, I am still born with this English language.

As I said before, my relationship with this discipline is that it wants to kill me, and I want to kill it.

Later, viagra punished us for copying the entire English test paper twenty times and handed it to him two days later. I suddenly felt like I had been thinking wrong all along. It's very easy for the fucking subject of English to kill me, but it's very difficult for me to kill it.

I still remember the last time I was punished for copying the test papers, because of my injury, after I was discharged from the hospital, Mr. Pan Yu didn't mention it again because he didn't remember it or for other reasons. So I got away with it. But I didn't expect that what should have come is still coming, and I can't escape if I want to.

At ten o'clock, I got out of the evening self-study, and I thought I could get a good night's sleep, but I also had to pick up my homework book and work hard.

Compared with copying words, copying test papers is really no skill to use, and you can only do it one stroke at a time. It's like tying several pens together and scribbling ten lines at a time. Because I saw that Brother Buzheng tried again and again, and finally had to give up. And while he was trying to figure out the tricks, I was almost done copying the first time.

He threw the pen away, looked at me, and then washed up and went to bed, without any fuss. I don't know why he can be so calm.

During this period, Lao Cai wanted to help me, but I didn't agree. Because of such ugly handwriting as mine, Lao Cai can't catch up even if he is poor all his life.

Later, I read a passage that said it was said by an expert. It is said that according to the analysis of countless examples, the uglier a man's handwriting, the more handsome he looks.

I didn't know if this theory was true or not, until one day I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself and looked at Lao Cai, and suddenly felt that there was a little truth in this. So my handwriting is like this handsome face of mine, and I go further and further on the eclectic road......

Lao Cai came back from washing and saw that I was still copying the test papers with my head buried in my head, and told me to go to bed quickly, won't there be a physical education class tomorrow? When the time comes, just find a reason to take a leave of absence and go back to the classroom and copy it?

I looked at him and was stunned for a moment before I spoke, "It's been about two months since I transferred to our class, right?" Have you seen what our PE teachers look like? ”

Lao Cai thought for a while and said, "It seems that there is really no ......." ”

"Neither do I."

……。

Then I picked up the test paper.

Half an hour later, Lao Cai and the others in the dormitory basically fell asleep. I'm just one last bit away from being able to copy it for the first time. Stretching my waist, I suddenly saw a black shadow flashing outside the window, and I thought to myself: Could it be Xiao Zheng coming out?

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement, and with Xiao Zheng's current state, it shouldn't be it. I was dazzled by staying up late, so I lowered my head and wrote hard.

But just after writing a few words, a black shadow flashed over again. I yawned and walked to the window and looked down, but there was nothing to see in the darkness. So he sat back down.

But as soon as my ass landed on the stool, I brushed it again...... Nima, what's wrong, right?

I got up again and walked to the window, took out an amulet and stuck it to the glass, and lowered the curtain. Then I went back and started copying the exam papers.

Now nothing can affect my determination to copy the test papers, and I still want to get a good night's sleep, I haven't had a good night's sleep in a few days.

And this brush brush brush again and again, it is also possible that some bird flies by. After all, how can there be so many demons and monsters? Even if there were, it wouldn't take the initiative to provoke me. Even if he took the initiative to provoke me, he would have come uninvited a long time ago. How many laps are still floating? Say hello to me?

As for sticking the amulet there, it's just a simple precaution, because I'm really a little nervous these days.

After more than ten minutes, I finally finished copying the first time, and I was able to persist to this point without a single sleep in two days, which has to be said to be a miracle, and it is enough to show my determination to complete the task assigned by viagra.

With this determination, on the third day, I finally handed over the three homework books to Viagra on time. Viagra saw that I was working hard to learn English to this extent, and he didn't bother to criticize me anymore. It's just that when I really have a bad IQ, I sighed and told me in a serious tone that my IQ is not enough to make up for it diligently.

I bent down on my resilient waist under the oppression of capitalism, and praised him again and again.

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I really love and hate English as a subject. What I hate is that it always tries to make my right hand copy until it is broken. If you fail dictation, you have to copy it, you have to copy it at the bottom of the exam, and you have to copy it if you make Viagra upset.

What I love is that it doesn't seem to me to have as many twists and turns as mathematics, physics and chemistry, and in its classes, I can always wander around the world without being affected in the slightest.

The day after I handed over the 20 test papers that I had copied to Viagra was the weekend. There is no news from the sloppy old man, and Xiao Zheng is still recuperating from his injuries. So I had a rare night's sleep until noon.

It wasn't a dream or a rumbling stomach that woke me up, but a urination that I couldn't hold back after trying many times.

I didn't go home. First, the time is too rushed, and there is a lot of time delayed on the way to and fro. The second is that my grandfather is not at home anymore, and it is not interesting for me to go back. It can only be called home if there are relatives in the family, and now it is the same for me whether I go back or not.

As for my grandfather, I still haven't been able to get through to him these days. It was shutdown before, and then it was shutdown. It should be the reason why I was unable to move and deducted a monthly rent of 30 yuan at one time.

I went to the mobile phone store and gave him a hundred yuan in phone bills, and because I got a windfall, I was also rare and generous. It's a pity that I hit it again the next day, and it was still turned off.

I called the sloppy old man and asked him if he had calculated my grandfather's recent good fortune. He seemed to be drinking, and after a long hiccup, he told me not to worry, he cared more about my grandfather than I did.

I'm quite relieved about the sloppy old man, after all, his strength is there, so I didn't say anything.

When he came back from the toilet, Lao Cai just got up. After I told him I wasn't going back this week, he called his dad and said he wasn't going to pick him up anymore and that he would come back next week.

Uncle Cheng asked him why. He replied that he would accompany me to the hospital for a follow-up.

Speaking of which, the bandages on my back have not been removed, and this weekend, it is precisely the doctor's instructions to remove the bandages and see how long it will take to recover.

So I pulled Lao Cai out of bed, and after washing, we first went to a small shop selling student rice noodles outside and ate two bowls of sauerkraut and meat foam rice noodles, and then took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

The process of re-examination was unusually smooth, and even the old doctor with reading glasses who helped me remove the bandage couldn't help but sigh that being young is good, and the recovery ability is strong.

When I went out, the old doctor explained that although the trauma had recovered, I still had to pay attention not to do too strenuous exercise, because the muscle tissue inside had just recovered, and it would not be good if I was injured again.

Then he said that young people should not be impulsive when encountering problems, that they don't have such good luck every time, and so on.

I smiled wryly and nodded repeatedly, thanked him, and then hurriedly pulled Lao Cai out of the hospital. I guess this old doctor also thinks of me as a social gangster, otherwise how can a serious person suffer these injuries?

It was also the afternoon when I came out of the hospital, and I have to say that the rest time always passed quickly, because there was really no morning.

Lao Cai and I were wandering down the street, thinking about where to spend this time, when the mobile phone in my pocket rang.

When I took it out, it was an unfamiliar number. I picked it up, and it turned out to be the middle-aged man from the shrewd garden community.

Is something strange happening so soon? Or his daughter hasn't woken up yet, it's been four days, and it stands to reason that she should wake up.

So I took my phone and asked, "What's wrong, uncle?" Did something happen? ”