When I wake up in the afternoon, there is a hazy beauty in the world.

Except for the fact that my stomach was a little uncomfortable, everything else was fine.

Is it my delusion?

Why does it always feel like Wang Qin is secretly discussing something with Zhu Xiaoqi?

And she had to go to their seats to discuss......

I felt like a bug was scratching me, and I really wanted to go up and listen to it, but in the classroom, I still wanted to maintain the appearance of a good student who didn't gossip.

But I'm really curious to know.

With a smile on her face, Wang Qin returned to my side.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?" It looks like it's fun......"

Wang Qin took out his textbook, looked at me indifferently, picked up the pen to write and draw, did not raise his head, and muttered, "No...... It's nothing, you take out your books, it's past the bell, and there's still five minutes to go to class. ”

No, there must be something hidden from me, usually she works so hard?

The sun came out in the west.

"Goo......

My stomach made a series of noises for me, as if to say, "Yes, master, you are not wrong in your analysis, but I am so empty......"

Wang Qin glanced up at me and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

I rubbed my belly, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Hehe...... Yes, do you have anything to eat? ”

Wang Qin looked at me helplessly, put her little hand into the drawer, touched the day, took out half a piece of bread, and said, "Oh, here you go."

It's just half a loaf of bread, and I'm going to break it open and eat it......

Hey, if you don't count it as a birthday present, happy 13th birthday. ”

I took the bread gratefully and said with a grin, "Okay, okay, I'm dying of hunger."

Looks like I really can't skip lunch. ”

After gobbling up a small half of bread, the class bell rang.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The teacher walked into the classroom and was caught off guard.

I reluctantly stuffed the bread into the drawer, and had to continue after class.

This is definitely one of the most distracting Chinese lessons I've ever listened to.

The bread has an enticing aroma that seduces me.

Taking advantage of the teacher's efforts to memorize the writing board, he stole a piece of bread.

Afraid of being discovered, I picked up a book to cover my face, chewed it quickly, swallowed it, and kept beating the drum nervously like a thief.

Wang Qin glanced at me with slanted eyes, covered her mouth and snickered.

"On the last day of thirteen, I always have to do something crazy."

She whispered in my ear.

I turned my face to look at her and thought: yes, it's too tiring to maintain the image of a good student.

But if I don't be well-behaved, I will cause trouble for my mother, she is so busy with work, and she is so tired for this family, I should still be a good child.

The rebellion of youth is like a thorn, growing wildly, and it is inevitable.

Or, let it develop, wait for it to emerge, and unplug it immediately while it is still young, with the least damage.

Or, forcibly suppressed, forcibly enduring the perverseness on the surface, it will grow backwards, pierced into the flesh, and pierced into the heart.

Whether it hurts or not, whether the flesh and blood are blurred, only you know, if you don't release and treat it in time, you will plant sores and leave sequelae.

What's more, it becomes a random bomb that explodes at an unknown juncture in life.

I don't know how many children live like me, at a young age, forced by life to be considerate and sensible.

Adjust your demands from crying to silence and then to silence.

The emotion changes from anger or tears to silence, eternal silence.

The branches and rhizomes of the small saplings are free to grow, and they stretch their lives and enjoy the sun and rain.

Unlike some fruit trees that grow up, they are cut off the top branches alive, have no upward ambition, and repeat the monotony of flowering and fruiting day after day.

Wang Qin in front of me blinked her smart eyes and glanced at me mischievously.

She's a little tree full of life, but I'm not.

Suddenly, I felt that some of the branches had atrophied when I was very young.

A child who has a sense beyond this age is a manifestation of undernutrition.

At this moment, she is like a hedgehog in my eyes, with colorless thorns all over her body.

However, they are all special soft thorns, soft to those close to them, and can be tense against injustice, turning into hard thorns to protect themselves.

Compared to me, she is more attractive and has the vitality that she should have at this age.

Perhaps, this is a well-off family, and there are loving parents who can teach the little angels.

Suddenly I thought of Hu Hong, my old iron for many years.

She came from a modest family, but was rebellious.

This rebellion, especially hostile to her parents, is aggressive.

Just for her parents, though.

It's just that his father used to educate her by beating and scolding, so that she gave birth to a reverse scale since she was a child, hostile to him, and friendly to others.

What about me?

Compared to them, I have both luck and misfortune.

Unfortunately, my family is poorer than theirs.

Fortunately, I have a parent who loves me.

Therefore, the heart is strong and soft, but there is only disguised bravery on the outside, and more often, it is shrunken.

Habitually consider the feelings of others, combine the current situation, learn the spirit of "Kong Rong makes pears", and sacrifice his true feelings to advertise himself as a "well-behaved, sensible, and obedient" good child.

It's just a disguise, and on the surface, it seems that I can get along with everyone, just because, I think the cost of offending others is too high.

Even if this person, from the point of view of character convenience, I really don't like it.

There will also be impulses, wanting to break up friendships, wanting to release their indignation.

But when you think that the cost is too high and the gains outweigh the losses, you will habitually endure and suppress......

She was right, I'm fourteen years old today, but I've never been "crazy" yet.

I smiled and nodded, and wrote on the paper: "I have to say, the feeling of eating in class is really exciting." ”

Wang Qin wrote on the paper: "Hehe, there are more interesting things, I will have the opportunity to take you with me in the future." ”

I was a little hesitant, but her phrase "go crazy once" was like a spell that awakened the soul that had been locked in my heart for a long time.

"Good!"

I scribbled it on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a smile.

The two of them come and go on paper, exchanging their opinions on some things.

When the teacher lectures, we immediately change to listen carefully, and as soon as he turns around, we switch to small talk mode.

It was like that on Friday afternoon, the heart had already flown home, leaving a shell, tied to the classroom and listening to the lesson.

Classes are over.

"Bell bell bell ......"

After the teacher left the classroom, Zhu Xiaoqi and Wang Ling carried a black bag, walked around the back row of the classroom, and put it on Wang Qin's desk.

The three of them smiled at each other and said together, "Ling Yue, happy birthday." ”

I choked up for a moment, and I smiled and said, "Wow, there's a gift." Thank you. But how do you know it's my birthday? ”

Wang Qin said proudly: "Hehe, of course I said it." ”

Zhu Xiaoqi nodded and said, "It's the weekend, and everyone is financially tight. The three of us pooled together and bought you a birthday present, don't you mind. ”

Zhu Min said: "Hehe, the gift was picked by us together, I hope you like it." ”

I smiled and stuffed the gift under the table and said, "Why, I'll put it away first, and then I will open it when I get home." It's just that I didn't prepare a cake, so I'm embarrassed. ”

Wang Qin said: "If you don't have it, there's nothing." You are the birthday boy today, you are the biggest. Happy birthday. ”

I nodded and said, "You have to come to my house for dinner, and I will cook for you myself." ”

Zhu Xiaoqi put her arm on Zhu Min's shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, Zhu Min and I usually go to your shoulder to play if we are free on the weekend." ”

Zhu Min nodded and said, "Yes, I'll go to your house next time I have time." ”

Wang Qin raised his hand and said, "I, and me, I'm going too." ”

After a few small talks, the class began, and the two of them returned to their seats.

The teacher also walked into the classroom and continued the lesson.

At that time, we were very reserved, and we didn't have the habit of opening other people's gifts in person.

I was going to go home and tear it down, but I was very curious: I don't know, what gifts did they buy? ‘’