1

Lin Yinyin's existence is like a string of VICTORIES that pop up at the end of the game, which can make most of the boys in the class feel like beating gongs and drums when they see her.

Brother Yun likes her very much, likes to enter her bones, and deepens into bone marrow, becoming an indispensable part of the body.

Lin Yuan also liked her, like a wasteland that was waved by God casually, turning into a fertile field full of grass.

In his inner world, there was only a vague sun overhead, and the light could only analyze day and night.

But now with a clear blue sky, the sun is getting redder and brighter above the sky.

Lin Yuan felt that it was needless to say that he liked it, because he knew that there would be no result, and at the same time, he was afraid of it.

Brother Yun felt that he had to say that he liked it, and if he didn't say it, he would definitely be preempted by others, and he would rather lose it than regret it.

Lin Yuan often saw all kinds of love letters on Lin Yinyin's table, and occasionally there would be cups and cups of unsigned milk tea, or sweet fruit candy.

They sit quietly on the table and wait for the new owner to arrive, and then they are indifferently distributed to everyone by the new owner.

Some boys are very brave, they will hand over love letters to Lin Yinyin one after another, just to hear Lin Yinyin's fluttering voice: "I'm sorry." ”

Li Xiaolei always flatters Lin Yinyin with a smile and a good temperament, and is super popular with boys. But Lin Yuan had never heard her discuss with others about Lin Yinyin's hypocrisy, artificiality, and serenity on the surface, all of which were pretended, and she must have had plastic surgery before. She has always been at ease with fabricating and slandering others, more often than eating, and more lightly than drinking water.

This kind of person is disgusting, more disgusting than garbage, but he can't tell anyone, because he thinks that if he does this, he will be the same kind of person as her.

Lin Yinyin probably knew Li Xiaolei's morality, because she always exclaimed loudly intentionally or unintentionally, and then picked up the pencil case that Lin Yinyin had used for a long time, raised it and shouted: "Ah! Yinyin, your bag is so broken, why don't you change it? Don't you have any money? Why don't I buy one for you? ”

At this time, the eyes of many people in the class will be attracted by her actions, most of them are boring and dull, and everyone is happy to pass their spare time on such trivial matters.

Lin Yinyin's face flushed, and she stretched out her hand to get the pencil case back, as if she was trying to touch the sun in the sky.

At that moment, she didn't seem to be the "goddess" that everyone loved anymore.

She's just a weak girl who simply wants to get back what belongs to her.

The pale and feeble hand was less than ten centimeters away from the pencil case, but this short ten centimeters was pitch black and distant, and it was difficult to see the day, like a black hole.

The boys all privately decided to buy a new pencil case for Lin Yinyin, which could be pink, purple, with a variety of patterns and categories, but no one thought to help her get the pencil case back.

Just need to stand up, walk over, stretch out your hand to take it back, and then gently put it in front of Lin Yinyin to warm her heart.

But few people can understand that what she wants is not at all so-called new and good-looking.

She just wanted her own.

Lin Yuan understood, but he didn't dare.

It was as if there were 10,000 ants crawling around their hearts, and at the same time there was a big clock in their heads, which made a heavy loud noise in their ears.

Li Xiaolei took out a few worn-out carbon pens from the pencil case, her smile was even stronger, she threw the pencil case to Lin Yinyin, and then held the pens above her head, with a hippie smile: "Look at the boys in our class, Yinyin's pens are so broken, what are you waiting for?" Hurry up! ”

With an ugly face and hypocritical words revealing a strong sour smell, Lin Yuan frowned.

Brother Yun couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the table angrily: "Li Xiaolei, you give it back to her!" ”

"Eh, eh!" Li Xiaolei smiled even more, and said in a weird manner: "Wang Longyun, what are you anxious about?" Do you like music too? ”

Brother Yun clenched his fists and said angrily and in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with you." “

Suddenly grabbing a hand, Li Xiaolei reacted and tightened suddenly, and the two of them grabbed the end of the carbon pen one by one, and fought fiercely like a tug-of-war.

"Give it back to me!" Lin Yinyin shouted almost out of strength.

The boys' cheering was stopped in shock, and then they suddenly had an epiphany, it turned out that Lin Yinyin was really angry.

"Li Xiaolei, why are you making such a joke? Give it back to someone. ”

"Li Xiaolei, if you don't give it back to him, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!"

"Yes, Xiaolei, so many people in our class like her, and you are not afraid of setting yourself on fire."

There are more than one or two people who are filled with righteous indignation, and these people are actually the activists who cheered the most just now.

Is it still useful to say all this now? Does it still make sense? Lin Yuan thought.

The fertile grassland in my heart seems to have caught fire and been deliberately ignited.

There were bursts of slogans in the playground outside, and a book in the class suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound similar to slapping.

The eyes were subconsciously attracted by the new event, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the head teacher saw the two girls standing against each other at a glance, and gently pushed his glasses.

"Li Xiaolei, Lin Yinyin." She said indifferently: "It's a bit like a girl should be, if you don't understand, just ask others." ”

Li Xiaolei trembled, let go of her hand, and sat down angrily.

It's all her fault!

From her eyes, Lin Yuan seemed to see a pair of hideous hands, sticking out of her eyes, about to grab Lin Yinyin's neck.

Who should hate whom?

2

It was another weekend, Brother Yun bought twenty cans of beer from outside and planned to have a hangover in the dormitory, Zhao Zikang and Liu Xiaofeng joined directly, and Lin Yuan entered the drinking game halfway.

There were a few plates of appetizers on the balcony, and a few people sat on the ground, and the moon could be seen from here, and Brother Yun suddenly began to feel melancholy: "The most thing I regret in my life is that I didn't study hard in high school, and that's it, I dropped out of school in my second year of high school." ”

Zhao Zikang took a sip and said: "Brother Yun has a story, and now he has wine, you can rest assured and boldly say, it's really not good, I'll help you call Lin Yinyin too." ”

"I've really gained a lot of knowledge here, all of them are less than twenty years old, and their minds are more complicated than those in their early thirties outside, so why bother? What's the picture? It's fun to fight back and forth like this? ”

Liu Xiaofeng slapped his thigh and felt deeply: "Brother Yun's words came into my heart, that Zhou Sen called me a brother on the surface, and chewed the root of my tongue behind my back, and actually told the girl that I didn't wash my hair for a week, I didn't change my underwear for a month, and I always used his things, he saw it?" I'm going to fuck it! ”

Lin Yuan drank sullen wine, and the thoughts in his mind were like thunderstorm clouds.

Lin Yinyin must be too, she has always been the object of deep attention and jealousy, Liu Xiaofeng is so unbearable, she is not only there is a lot of artillery fire.

The evening breeze in early autumn has added a lot of coolness, Brother Yun closed the window when he was sad, looked up and saw a round light in the sky, he was fascinated, and unconsciously stopped the movements in his hands.

The yellowish-white light in the eyes gradually spreads, forming a halo in front of the eyes.

There were no lights on in the dormitory, and the round moon, through the window, calmly and elegantly exuded a very clean and holy light.

The light, through the layers of darkness, tore through the space, and scattered furry in the dormitory.

Zhao Zikang looked at the moon and said in a daze: "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Brother Yun came back to his senses and took out his mobile phone to record the beauty of this moment, but unfortunately the moon in the camera was only a blurry dot.

He was so angry that he slapped his phone on the ground and made a "pop" sound.

"Broken phone, pixel garbage!"

"Didn't Brother Yun go to class for a few years? Didn't buy yourself a good phone? Zhao Zikang picked up the phone from the ground, looked at the cracks on the screen and shook his head.

"Don't mention it." Brother Yun was sad, hot tears poured out of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground, like rain splashing on the ground.

"I worked in a barbershop before and had a girlfriend. Later, she took two months' salary from me and ran away with the master who taught me. ”

Liu Xiaofeng's slightly open mouth suddenly closed, and sadness condensed in his eyes.

Sadness is really contagious. It's like dropping a small stream of Coke into a glass of water, the black water melts into the water, the white doesn't swallow the black, and the black pollutes the white.

"Oh people, it's really cheap." Brother Yun drank the last sip of wine, looking a little unsatisfied.

"Why is it that the more you don't get something, the more you want it?" he said. ”

There was no more wine on the ground, and Brother Yun stretched his legs and knocked down an empty can like a bowling ball.

Lin Yuan stood up silently and said the first sentence: "Are you still drinking?" I'm going to buy wine. ”

Everyone will have a scar in their heart, medicine is useless, but alcohol can heal it.

At least temporarily.

He couldn't tell who wanted to drink, maybe he wanted to drink it far more than Brother Yun.

Brother Yun can tell his sadness through stories, but he can't, his stories are filled with sadness, like a white pit filled with black soil.

I can't tell it, so I have to use alcohol to make an ocean, and then bury my sorrow under the deep ocean, and it is better never to see the light of day again.

The faint light of the street lamps hit the narrow road, trying to fill the dark space with light.

Lin Yuan walked for a while, and there was light above his head when he walked for a while.

Life may be like this road, sometimes dark, sometimes bright.

There are always street lamps that want to light the way ahead for people who move forward in the dark, but it is a pity that they can only bring a range of light under their feet.

Leave, and there's nothing.

3

When I left the school gate, there was a sports car parked at the door, with its lights on, as if it was showing off its money to the surroundings.

The industrial area is not so bustling, and there are some small shops in front of the school, and some students who have not yet returned to the dormitory are hanging out.

The sports car is parked proudly on the side of the road, in stark contrast to the ordinary cars parked nearby.

There is a bottle of Red Bull on the front lid, and the owner is wearing sunglasses and sitting in the car, looking like he is fishing in Loch Ness.

When Lin Yuan turned into the alley, he saw a tall and thin girl walking to the side of the car and asking a few words, then picked up the red bull and got into the car with a smile on her face.

Maybe she's the owner of the car.

Walking into the small shop he frequented, Lin Yuan bought two packs of cigarettes and twelve cans of beer, and the boss familiarly stuffed another can into his backpack.

The small warmth resisted the autumn wind at night, Lin Yuan shivered, there were no street lights in this alley, the other end of the road was filled with darkness, and even the moonlight looked pale and weak, like the ocean five thousand meters down.

The beer in the backpack collided back and forth because of the movement, Lin Yuan looked at the main street not far away, where a cold wind was blowing, he took a deep breath, and felt goosebumps all over his body.

The sports car parked in the door slammed the gas pedal and turned around, and the high beams illuminated the dark alley unhindered.

Lin Yuan turned his head to avoid the dazzling light, and the appearance at the end of the alley was illuminated by the headlights.

There were fights there, but again it was like a one-sided beating.

The sports car slammed off on the accelerator, and the vision was dark again, even darker than before.

Let's take a look, Lin Yuan thought.

He put his backpack on the side of the road and walked cautiously there, getting closer and closer, he heard faint cries and scolding.

Closer.

The voice of the confusion suddenly crept into his mind from his ears and echoed in his mind.

"Lin Yinyin, who the gave you the guts to sue?"

"You think I won't dare to hit you if you're pretty?"

"I fight, what does it have to do with you? Well? What does it have to do with you? ”

"Cheap!"

The dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight spread into the dark alley like a flood, and through the faint light, Lin Yuan saw several boys and a girl who fell to the ground.

A little farther away, there was another girl, who seemed to be laughing.

Lin Yuan recognized that it was Li Xiaolei, her disgusting appearance had already been deeply engraved in his heart like words engraved on a stele.

Silently and tremblingly, he took out two lighters from his pocket, and threw them heavily on the ground the next moment.

"Bang!" The explosion sounded.

Anger has swallowed up reason, but his label has always been cowardice, and darkness has swept over him at this moment, engulfing him together.

He didn't understand where he got the courage to grope forward.

I don't understand where I got the courage to blow up a lighter.

Maybe there is nowhere to vent anger, or maybe it is to give Lin Yinyin other sounds other than violent language.

But he did so, and Lin Yinyin did hear it.

Those involved in the beating turned around in unison, stunned for the first second, angry for the second.

Lin Yuan didn't care about their gaze, he was looking at Lin Yinyin.

At that moment, he read something from Lin Yinyin's weak and feeble eyes.

What Lin Yinyin wants to say is: why.

She lay on the ground, her white clothes already trampled to gray.

Like the color in the eyes.