There was a sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the door was gently pushed open, and in came a boy of my age, with a delicate appearance and fair skin, which reminded me of three words, little milk dog.

He looked perverse, sat down in a proper manner, raised his eyes and looked at me with some hesitation, I picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, eh, wait, where did this cup of coffee come from, um... It must have been put by the little ghost.

"Classmate, let's get started." I smiled at him what I thought was kind.

He nodded, and smiled like a sunny smile at me.

My name is Zhang Yiheng, I am seventeen years old this year, I am an ordinary high school student, I have poor grades, I have a withdrawn personality, I don't like to talk much, I have a favorite goddess like most people, and like most people, the goddess doesn't like me.

Poor grades, indeed, I was the only one in the class who failed the exam, and the year-end bonus of the head teacher was shattered, and I was furious in the class, pointing at my nose and scolding me for being a person who was sorry for myself, sorry for the teacher, sorry for my parents, sorry for my parents.. Hehe.

Withdrawn personality.. When I was a child, I didn't talk to people all day, and my uncle's neighbors and neighbors used to think that I was dumb for a long time, but now I am gradually getting better, and sometimes I am willing to say a few words to my classmates, but this still makes me have no friends.

The goddess's name is Liu Xinran, with white skin and long legs, looking like a porcelain doll, delicate and flawless, but the porcelain doll is not well-behaved, regardless of the school rules, she permed a golden wave and painted a very obvious flaming red lips, but this is also what she can control, her slender white hands and legs are embroidered with a gorgeous peach blossom, as if the flowers fall on the lakeside.

In fact, when the girls knew that I also liked Liu Xinran, they were quite surprised, because in their eyes, I was a detached person, different from the average boy's person, because I don't like to play games, play basketball, and not be bound by the world, the words are so good, in fact, the so-called not being bound by the world is just that I dare not listen to the teacher's words, English test listening sleep, Chinese test does not write essays, in fact, I am not so bad.

Since high school, the only essay I have written won the provincial third prize, the main purpose of the essay is gratitude, I wrote my brother, I remember that the Chinese teacher came to me afterwards, and asked me with some regret why I didn't write about my parents, and I wrote my parents' words so well that I could rush to the whole country, I smiled and didn't answer.

When I saw the essay title, I first thought of my brother, because my brother was really good to me, so I wrote this essay, in fact, I also thought about my parents, but after thinking about it for a long time, I really didn't think there was anything to write, my father was really bad, he was laid off as soon as the reform was opened up, my mother was really confused, otherwise how could she willingly follow my dad to suffer?

My dad is really bad, my mother wants to learn to drive and is reluctant to spend money to teach him with his second-hand car, but my mother is really confused, how can she not learn in school, she actually stepped on the accelerator when driving into the garage once, and the car rushed into the garage like a wild horse, and crashed into the father who was commanding in the garage, and my mother's head sticking out of the window was instantly blood-red.

At just four years old, I stood outside the garage and witnessed it.