Si Tian stood in the office again, but this time, it was a completely different role.

She and Liang Fei stood aside, watching the head teacher call Xiaomei's parents to the office and severely reprimand.

"Pushing people? Daddy Xiaomei, what a dangerous thing this is. The head teacher pointed to Si Tian's broken leg, "Look at what if you fall our classmates, what if you hurt it." ”

"If Si Tian hadn't taken me, my head would have hit the corner of the table." Liang Fei added oil and vinegar to the side.

Si Tian took her hand, grabbed her, and motioned her to speak less.

"Look." The head teacher leaned back, looking like he was right.

"Your Xiaomei's temperament has always been very withdrawn, she can't get along with all her classmates, she doesn't study well, and she doesn't answer questions actively, and the teachers of several subjects have reacted to me, saying that this child is always muttering, and he doesn't know what to say."

As the head teacher spoke, he felt that Xiaomei was staring at him through the long hair curtain, like a ghost, and suddenly her whole body was numb, and she became more and more impatient.

"If you want me to see that Xiaomei is not suitable for studying in school, or you take her back to read at home, otherwise something will really happen when you turn around, how do you say I will explain to the parents of other children."

"This ...... How can this work? Xiaomei's father was also not good at words, standing beside Xiaomei at a loss, Xiaomei shed tears in the bar, and didn't dare to say a word.

"Teacher, I'm actually fine." Si Tian was a little soft-hearted, moved his legs, glanced at Liang Fei again, and wanted to signal Liang Fei to also stand up and say something.

Liang Fei stiffened his neck, unwilling to intercede for Xiaomei.

The head teacher said: "It's okay this time, it's your fate, but the severity of this matter is still the same, and our school doesn't dare to accept children who start beating people." ”

"Xiaomei's father, you either think about my suggestion, or prepare to transfer to another school, I said, I can't afford to be responsible for other parents if something happens."

After all, Si Tian and Liang Fei are both pampered, and no one is bad at home, if they bump a little bit, and their parents are not forgiving, then she will be in big trouble. In comparison, people like Nature Xiaomei are better to deal with.

"Teacher, just give Xiaomei another chance, she definitely didn't mean it!" Xiaomei's father prayed, and kept looking at Si Tian, because Si Tian had just said something good.

However, Si Tian didn't dare to look at him at all, the helplessness and helplessness on the face of this middle-aged man kept stinging her heart, reminding her of the Yazakura who once nodded in the office.

It was a moment of shame for her, the last thing she wanted to remember, and the damn life she had ever dreamed of getting rid of.

Liang Fei reminded in a low voice on the side, "You must not speak for her, in case it fuels her arrogance, let her confess our cheat sheet." ”

It is the time for the first year of junior high school to make rules, and the management is very strict. Si Tian has just turned over and established a new image in the eyes of her classmates and teachers. She didn't want to destroy these good impressions, let alone betray Liang Fei and become a "pure faction" that everyone respected.

"When this unhappy guy gets out, I'll ask the head teacher to transfer the two of us to the same table, and when the time comes, we can do whatever we want in class, think about it, how good that is." Liang Fei said again.

Si Tian imagined the junior high school life she dreamed of, and kept telling herself, endure it, just endure it, what does the life and death of Xiaomei's family have to do with her?

"If Xiaomei herself is unwilling to leave, then according to the regulations, her behavior will also be demerited, and after a few times, the whole school will be expelled at that time, and her face will be even more ugly."

The head teacher has already made a decision, "So let's do as I say!" ”

"Teacher—"

Xiaomei's father took a step forward, but he was powerless after all.

Xiaomei glanced at Si Tian and Liang Fei, under her quiet expression, there was unspeakable hysteria, her eyes were full of bloodshots, there was anger in them, and there was even more death.

Yes, die.

God knows how depressing this kind of school life is for a teenager, so depressed that he can't even see that he still has a long life, only knowing that he is stuck in the mire, unable to see the light, unable to see hope, and even not knowing how to save himself.

So, just don't save it.

It's such a tiring thing to be alive, but it's better to be a hundred.

"Teacher!"

Suddenly, Si Tian let out a roar, like Xiaomei's emotions, erupted through her body.

Under the gaze of everyone, she said loudly: "It's not Xiaomei's fault at all, we bullied her first, scolded her, and forced her to help us cheat in the exam!" So...... So please don't fire her and don't give her a demerit. ”

"Si Tian!" Liang Fei was anxious, and she hurriedly said to the inquiring gaze of the head teacher, "Teacher, don't believe her, she just wants to intercede for Xiaomei, so she is talking nonsense, but this is not the case at all." ”

She clenched Si Tian's hand tightly, "Isn't it?" ”

Si Tian stared at her hand that was tightly intertwined with Liang Fei, the shiny layer of oil on her nails, and the flowers were blooming, just like her current life, but she let go of her hand, looked at Xiaomei from afar, and said very firmly, "That's the case." ”

In an instant, Xiaomei's body emitted white light, enveloping Si Tian.

Then, everything around us changed again.

Si Tian returned to Baohaitang, and Tang was in front of him, just finishing the last potato chip in the bag.

"Coming back?" Tang Du asked.

His eyes were smiling, light blue, like the calm sea of a storm.

"......" Sitian was stunned for a moment, found an old bronze mirror in the store, hurriedly took off the mask on his face, and stroked his cheek. The ugly red birthmark is still there, and I can't wipe it off.

She drooped her hands and looked at Tang Du, "You know everything just now?" ”

Tang Du nodded.

Si Tian hoarsely said: "What if...... What happens if I don't choose to help others in the end? ”

Tang Du replied: "It will still be the same." ”

"Hundred Fantasy Butterflies are just weaving good, and your choices will not reward you or punish you. Everything is just a dream, and reality must change by itself. ”

Tang Du gently stroked the top of her hair, "I said I wanted to show you, and now you have seen it, you have experienced a different life, have you changed your mind?" ”

Si Tian took a deep breath. Before, because everything was too perfect, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly, but now she was finally able to be frank, and her expression suddenly changed a lot. It also seems that this outcome has been expected for a long time.

"I used to envy others, I finally have them, but I used to hate others, and I have done them all. It turns out that as long as you have power in your hands, even if you have experienced pain, you will not pay attention to harm others.

"I finally understood that although I didn't blame my mother for saying it, from the bottom of my heart, I was vain, and because of this vanity, I was born cowardly, I thought that if I didn't have money, I had no confidence, and ugliness was the original sin.

"Even if it is justice, I have never insisted on it. If Xiaomei is me, then Liang Fei is at least right in one sentence, that is, I am just fake Qinggao. I haven't really worked hard, and I can't help myself. ”

"Hmm." Tang Du sent Si Tian out of the door and didn't say much.

Si Tian walked out for a while, looked back and saw that the building that originally thought it was infinitely bright and beautiful, somehow, was shrouded in a dark cloud and lingered.

Tang Du returned to the store and put away the butterflies that had sucked up his desire and became more and more vivid in the box.

"Maybe it was fate that chose people at the beginning, but in the end, it was people who chose fate."

And the fantasy dream of the hundred phantom butterflies is just one of the thousands of realities.