There is no house on the land, there is no boat on the water, and Guo Er is facing the village and twilight.

Liang Chen recalled that Liu Bingjian's qualitative change should not be in the dispensable class committee election meeting in the second year of high school, and the memory of Liu Bingjian in his soul became clear, it seemed to be an afternoon, at the beginning of the third year of high school, Liang Chen felt for the first time that Liu Bingjian brought him a shock to his soul, the kind of surprise like Du Ruo's longing for Yongze.

September is about to leave after a drizzling drizzle, and the weather is slowly starting to use the adjective cool, and the wakefulness outside the classroom after a nap is a rare pastime for Liang Chen in his junior year of high school.

"An autumn rain and a cool!" Lao Maozi leaned against the railing and sighed.

Zhou Sang rubbed his eyes, which were still a little worried, and retorted with a smile: "Isn't it an autumn rain and a cold?" ”

"I'm stunned!" Liang Chen pushed Zhou Sang, who was chewing the words, he was really a little too obsessed.

"I guess Mr. Huang scolded a little hard last time!" Liu Bingjian said with a smile.

"Hey! It's not for me to have a better life in the future! Zhou Sang was a little inexplicably worried, the future was uncertain, and he should really be worried.

"It's not right for you to say that, what do you mean to have a better life in the future." Lao Maozi suddenly became serious and said, "It's obviously for your cloud to have a better life in the future!" ”

Liang Chen and Liu Bingjian immediately understood Lao Maozi's ridicule, and smiled evilly, cooperating with his joke about Zhou Sang.

"I think it's right, the lovers in school at least have emotional pluses, if you go out on a blind date in the future, it all depends on your personal strength!"

The three people in the corridor were a little surprised by Zhou Sang's acquiescence, after all, eating sugar in their mouths and shouting loudly that it was not sweet was the style of Zhou Sang and even all the boys in high school.

"Lao Wang's words sometimes make sense, he said that girls' view of mate selection is like this: the talented are ugly, the handsome earn less, the more money does not care about the family, too caring for the family, the promising are not romantic, the romantic is unreliable, and the reliable are nested." Zhou Sang was still immersed in Lao Wang's reasoning and nodded frequently.

"Then Liang Zi is ugly, there is no money in the future, Lao Wang is unreliable, Brother Sanjin must be a nest, Li Ju is not romantic, you just have no interest, I just don't care about my family." Lao Maozi pointed to everyone and lined up the options in Zhou Sang's words, but he picked his own dream.

"It's okay to have a face, big brother." Liang Chen stared at Lao Maozi with a look of disdain and helplessness and said.

"Isn't it enough that I've given up being handsome, talented, promising, and romantic?"

"I'm trying to find a reason to beat him." After Zhou Sang exchanged glances with Liang Chen and Liu Bingjian, he tacitly moved his hand.

Liang Chen pressed his eight fingers, shook his head, and said with an evil smile: "You don't need a reason to beat him. ”

A few people returned to their places after a crackling play.

"You guys are jealous of my talent, my handsomeness."

"Do you think we'll be defeated by reality?" Zhou Sang lowered his head, he really saw his incompetence in the third year of high school, the incompetence that had nothing to do with hard work, he once shouted in junior high school that he was just not studying hard, and began to realize that he was a pity that he did not study hard.

"Probably!" Liang Chen put his hand on Zhou Sang's shoulder, looking at the mountains and clouds in the distance, he had not yet suffered from decadent syndrome after the second diagnosis.

"What is the reality? The reality is that our reality is good enough. Sacco once said: The hardest thing he has ever experienced is to carry his own home at the age of thirteen, we at least have our own freedom, not to struggle desperately for survival, but to climb high for the dream in our hearts. Time and the past have never failed us, and we should not pay tribute to our present selves at some point in the future. We must have faith and dreams, otherwise we will be just a wanderer with no house or boat and no boat in the village. Liu Bingjian has more or less learned some of Liang Chen's style, never climbing to the top one tone at a time, and the biggest sound is most effective when used in passionate sentences.

"Who is Sacco?" Zhou Sang pondered for a long time and threw out a question that was not nutritious.

"Phew! There is no culture. After Liu Bingjian despised Zhou Jun, he turned around and entered the classroom.

"Phew! There is no culture. ”

"Phew! There is no culture. ”

Liang Chen and Lao Maozi followed Liu Bingjian and lined up into the classroom.

"Who the hell is Sacco!"

(End of chapter)