"You're so boring."

Wu Jie said categorically. I was amazed from the bottom of my heart. I tried not to show my surprise, and calmly said to Wu Jie:

"Leave me alone."

Wu Jie gently grabbed my shoulder and said:

"Let me join in."

He said as he jumped high, jumped over the railing, and stood next to me. "Is your brain broken?" Bad students shouted.

"Long Xiaotian is a hundred times braver than you guys."

Wu Jie said, letting go of his hand holding the railing.

Then he started clapping with his hands.

"Well, though I'm braver than you."

Next, Wu Jie beat the beat with his hands, on a narrow platform that was only half a foot wide outside the railing, tiptoeing, and danced like a dance.

Unbelievable.

Everyone present looked at Wu Jie in surprise. Everyone was overwhelmed by his momentum.

That was Wu Jie's stage alone.

Wu Jie seems to have no fear of death. He danced with graceful movements and brisk steps.

He went berserk.

He's crazy.

He has a problem with his brain.

I thought so.

"How's that!"

Wu Jie looked back at me triumphantly.

Then Wu Jie's feet slipped and fell.

There was no time to be surprised this time.

I reached out, but I couldn't grab him.

Just when I was stunned, Wu Jie had already fallen.

He landed on both feet, but he then hugged his legs and crouched down. I could also see his face contorted in pain on the second floor. He groaned in pain underneath. I heard someone shouting "Hey, who's going to call an ambulance!" ”。 The delinquent students fled in panic.

I was the only one left on the balcony.

I shuddered.

Then I couldn't help but laugh.

That's because, Wu Jie, who was supposed to be suffering from pain, looked at me for some reason and gave me a thumbs up with a smile.

What a handsome play.

However, I really think he's handsome.

It would be nice if it was over, but the reality is always more cruel. Wu Jie's leg is complicated and fractured. He then desperately insisted on rehabilitation, and finally recovered to a point where it did not interfere with his normal life, but the doctor told him not to do strenuous exercise again.

Wu Jie later told me, "Even if I do physical activities, my legs will no longer allow me to show my skills." So he stopped playing basketball. Wu Jie is tall and good at sports, and he is the expected ace of the basketball team.

Regarding this matter, in fact, I haven't talked to Wu Jie directly, not once.

I'm sorry, thank you, it's all my fault or something, I haven't said this once.

But I asked him why he did it so suddenly.

"At the time, I thought that if you fell down, you would really die. Even if it's the second floor, if you hit something critical, you'll die, right? And I have a feeling you seem to want to die. But my words shouldn't die. After all, I'm immortal. I don't think if I do that, the situation will be out of control. I'm not good at fighting, after all. And as far as the result is concerned, no one will bully you anymore, everything will be fine. ”

After listening to his explanation, I still couldn't understand Wu Jie's thoughts at all.

Wu Jie, a man, sometimes speaks and deeds completely beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

However, since then, although I have said this and that, I have always had a trace of respect for Wu Jie. Wu Jie is already a benefactor in my heart.

***

During my lunch break, I walked down the corridor and stumbled upon Wu Jie talking to a girl from another class. I wanted to pretend not to see it and walk over, but suddenly the girl slapped Wu Jie. The other students in the hallway all looked back at what had happened.

"It's best if someone like you dies."

The girl threw down a sentence and trotted away down the hallway. She's a beautiful girl.

Wu Jie seemed to have let go of some baggage. He seemed to notice me and smiled at me. I don't understand why he was still smiling at that time.

"Come with me."

After Wu Jie finished speaking, he walked towards the emergency passage at the end of the corridor. I had no choice but to follow him.

The jogging platform of the emergency passage was very windy. Wu Jie sat on the steps, tilted his head and whispered:

"It's all done."

"Done with the relationship between women?"

"That's right. Ahh ”

Wu Jie touched the face that was beaten just now, and said with infinite emotion.

"I said Wu Jie, why did you do that?"

"Uh-huh, tired of playing. There's no game you can't get tired of playing. ”

He still speaks as he pleases. The people who associate with him will definitely not be able to stand it.

"Xiaotian, do you think you can start your life all over again?"

"I can't."

I answered without hesitation.

"I had a dream."

Wu Jie closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"I dreamed that I was back before my brother died, and everything was starting all over again."

Then Wu Jie suddenly let out a silent shout. He stood up.

"I'm going to find Tang Ling."

After listening to his words, I realized that he might have handled his female relationship for this reason. Before I was surprised by this, Wu Jie had already left me where I was and left on his own.

I was shocked.

Soon after the summer vacation, Tang Ling was transferred from a multi-person ward to a personal ward. This seems to be related to the results of previous examinations. She was getting thinner and thinner, and her face was noticeably worse.

I confessed to her the other day and she said "sorry" to me. She didn't explain it to me, and I didn't ask her. Even if I don't ask, she doesn't say, I vaguely understand the reason, but it's very difficult to express in words.

"Today I was told how long I had left to live."

Tang Ling doesn't seem to be in good shape lately – I can feel it.

"Those are quacks, and they won't come true anyway."

I said this with some expectation.

"Really...... Who knows? ”

Tang Ling's voice sounded a little uneasy. She had a completely different expression than when they first met.

"Do you want to hear that there are a few months left in this time?"

"I don't want to."

That's what I really think. Even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to do anything. If it's me who is sick, I might want to know how long I have left to live, but I don't want to hear the protagonist change to Tang Ling. Maybe I'm weaker than I thought. Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

"I'm going to play Juliet."

By the way, there's one thing I can do for her. That is, to complete the things on Tang Ling's "list of things I want to do before I die" for her one by one, and empty the list.

"Really? It's always good to dare to try! ”

This is of course what Tang Ling expected. When she heard that the program of the cultural festival was "Romeo and Juliet", Tang Ling said, "I want to act". Before Tang Ling could say anything else, I had already come down and replied, "I know."

"The next 'things you want to do before you die'......"

She said, handing me the book she had in hand.

"I want to go and visit the graves of my favorite novelists."

I looked at the cover of the book. The author is Shen Cong, and the title is "A Ray of Light". I opened the book, and the content of the book was very old, and at first glance it was a previous literary work. That's the book Tang Ling has been reading.

"He's my favorite writer and I want to sweep his grave no matter what......"

"I see."

I guess you can find it out with a Google click. I don't know where his tomb is, but I'll leave it for now.

"Xiaotian, I always trouble you to do this and that, thank you so much."

Tang Ling said to me seriously.

"What's the matter, it's weird and uncomfortable."

Even if she told me, I wouldn't be happy at all.

"It's like I'm going to die tomorrow."

I said nonchalantly. Before he said it, he felt bad, because Tang Ling's expression changed suddenly.

"It's okay, don't worry, it's okay."

She said to me as if she were comforting a child. It doesn't matter what it is, I'm confused.

Shen Cong was a pre-World War II novelist. Although he is very niche, he seems to have a group of hardcore fans.

His masterpiece "A Ray of Light" is a typical autobiographical novel. The so-called autobiographical novel is the work of the author's own personal experience. The protagonist of "A Ray of Light" met a friend who suffered from luminescence, and in a sense he was quite similar to me.

I still don't know anything about him after reading things on the Internet, so I borrowed a book from Tang Ling and planned to read it.

During recess, I was reading "A Ray of Light" in my seat, when Wu Jie accosted me.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Ahhh......h

The novel is a bit old, so its language and rhetorical usage are old, and it takes some time to read it. Coupled with the fact that it is very niche, to be honest, if it weren't for Tang Ling reading this novel, I'm afraid I wouldn't have read it for the rest of my life.

"That's Tang Ling's favorite work."

I was taken aback.

Does Wu Jie know something inside?

"Ahh

I'm snorting haha. I prevaricated with him, wondering if I was too coping.

"Actually, I like that novel a lot, too."

What a surprise. Or rather, I can't think it's just an accident. It's easy to say if the novel is famous, but it's no accident that Wu Jie also likes such an unfamous novel.

"I haven't read it yet. Don't spoil it. ”

"Finally died."

Wu Jie immediately spoiled it. But I also know this ending, so I can't be angry.

A Wisp of Light is not very long, less than 200 pages. I finished the book in one day. To be honest, I didn't find this book that interesting. No, there's still something interesting in the book, but this novel is just too heavy. Perhaps it is because of the author's own experience, or because he describes the death of a friend in this book. This book is too dark, and in short, it makes people feel heavy.

The second day is an extracurricular practice. Our class is going to visit the Science and Technology Museum. The museum of science and technology, this kind of place we seem to have a little impression of, but we don't seem to know anything about it. I'm not interested in what's on display anyway.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the meeting point is near the exit of the station next to the museum. I went earlier, and I met Wu Jie, who arrived earlier. Most of the other students didn't arrive.

"I said, let's skip class."

Wu Jie said suddenly. He's the one who would say something so sudden.

"Wu Jie, in fact, I just have a place I want to go."

I agreed to Wu Jie, and it just so happened that I was not interested in the history of science and technology.

"I want to go and sweep Shen Cong's grave."

Wu Jie was stunned, but quickly regained his composure and said, "Then let's go."

"We're leaving early."

Wu Jie and his classmates said. The classmate was dumbfounded. We went through the exit and boarded the tram. After searching on the Internet, I found that Shen Cong's tomb was in Sichuan, deep in the mountains of a small county town. The passenger car takes about an hour and a half, after which you have to climb a mountain.

"Wu Jie, can you climb the mountain?"

I asked, worrying about his leg.

"Well, it's fine. If not, you can carry me. ”

His tone was serious, and it was like a joke.

That was the end of the conversation.

It was quiet in the bus, with only a few people scattered.

Come to think of it, we haven't ever gone out together. We didn't have any common interests and topics, so it was hard to talk about them on the way.

"Tang Ling, ah......"

Not really. By the way, the only thing we have in common is her.