After experiencing purgatory-like torture, Pascal took off the blue cat velvet with the upturned corners of his mouth, and the guilt of skipping school and working, the shame of being called and drunk, and the annoyance of being deducted from his salary at every turn, compared to this afternoon, it was as comfortable as an air-conditioned room full of air conditioning in the hot summer. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hold your clothes well, don't get dirty!" cried Oscar, though Pascal even had the cat's tail in his hand, "Come early tomorrow, don't be late again!" Whenever he heard this roar, Pascal wanted to push back: "When have I ever been late!" But today he was not as angry as he usually wanted to burst out of his chest, but like a quagmire that could not stir up the slightest wave.

Pascal walked with a shuffling step, reaching out and holding the phone card, he read the book and said that there was a time when mobile phones had been popularized, but for some reason, the price of mobile phones is high now, like a rich lady who refuses to condescend to the hands of the common people, especially the common people like Pascal School Park, there are very few people who have mobile phones. There are two IC telephones on the left and right in front of the library, as if they are humming two generals, but the one on the east side was smashed crooked by the porter during a renovation of the library's exterior wall, and since then, only the one on the west side is still gritting its teeth and standing there. At this time, a girl was chatting there, saying that she had lost a pound of weight, and that her hair had grown an inch, if it was usual, Pascal would definitely not be able to complain in her heart why she was so unlucky, and she was hit in her head by chatterbox when she made a phone call, but this time it was like a wooden pestle there, and after more than an hour, the girl hung up the phone, and rubbed Pascal with her high heels, her head raised, and her nose was not light or heavy, and she snorted coldly. Pascal didn't look at her directly, he hurriedly walked over and dialed the number, there were only two telephones in the village, both of which were used at the agreed time, he was afraid that he had waited for so long, and he had already gone back there, and he was looking forward to this, he really didn't know how to explain, could it be said that he skipped class and worked, and then went back to practice by himself at night, and then he was knocked out of the ring in the first round, and was assigned to Class F, which was like a garbage can, and told them that this was the good son they boasted about in front of the people in the village?

The phone beeped, Pascal silently counted, if it rang six times and no one answered, he simply hung up, and when the fifth rang, a crisp cheer came from the earpiece.

"Someone has been using the phone just now...... Where's Mom...... Why don't you go back...... When did my brother lie to you...... Fortunately, my brother earned 22 and was assigned to Class C...... How can I bear to teach you to be disappointed......" Pascal burst into tears as he clenched the phone booth with his left hand to support him.

"You also have to be obedient and don't make your mother angry...... Received, received, what clothes do you like, wait for the next time my brother sends you money to buy it, you are not too young, change your dress...... Dress up to be prettier...... It's okay, you say, the phone card is running out of money, just wait for it to hang up.................. Doodoo-"

The phone finally hung up, and Pascal couldn't help but bang his head against the phone like a prisoner had been released, and he wanted to smash it to pieces, and then he slammed it up and down, until he exhausted his last strength, and his body collapsed to the ground as if he had been evacuated, hugging his head and crying.

After struggling for so many years, is this the result?

Is this what I deserve?

Is this my fate?

Pascal finally understood why some people would choose to commit suicide, perhaps for some people, living is more disgusting and hating them than death! Pascal seems to have been drained of strength, energy, and hope, leaving only an empty shell curled up on the ground. That's it until the night,A person kicked high heels and came here again,Walking back and forth with the phone,Suddenly the heel was soft,Stretch out your foot and kick it,See a black shadow squirming,Desperately screaming and throwing his legs and running away,A minute later, there were rumors in Pascal School Park:Someone coveted a woman's flower and moon appearance,Actually ambushed on the side of the IC phone in the middle of the night,Waiting for an opportunity to have bad intentions,Fortunately, the woman fought bravely,Finally hugged the name of the clouds,Dozens of hundreds of photos of the woman's hair were messy and disheveled.

Pascal was dressed in black, and in the night, he was really like a dark shadow, and he was awakened by the girl and returned to the dormitory in a flash. After a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, as dense as raindrops falling to the ground, Russell slammed the door open, and saw Pascal sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window in a daze, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Where are you? Pascal was still staring at the window. "Have you eaten, if you haven't eaten, let's eat together!" Russell said to Lapascal, and Pascal shook his head: "No need. ”

"Still thinking about the martial arts in front of the palace?" Russell sat down opposite: "Good news for you, I applied to be transferred to Class F, and we can continue to be together in the future!"

Pascal shook his head: "No need. ”

"What's the matter, don't you want to play together? Don't think about martial arts anymore, you're just a ......" Russell saw Pascal's displeasured face, and said instead: "Why is there so much blood on the sheets, I'll wash it off for you." ”

"No need. Pascal waved his hand.

"You're kind to me!" Russell said, pulling out the sheets.

"That's enough! I said no! I don't need you to comfort me, have mercy on me!" Pascal screamed when he couldn't hold back any longer.

Russell was stunned: "I'm not comforting you, let alone pitying you......"

"So what?"

"We're friends—"

"I don't deserve to be your friend! You do better than me, and instead of being happy for you, I'm jealous that you can afford to buy weapons, jealous that you were born with a pair of scuds, jealous that you didn't bump into Olivia in the first round! Not only that, but I also hope that I will always be better than you, and then I can comfort you from above! What you have done for me is not only not a little moved, but I feel humiliated!" Pascal almost screamed, "You know what? Your best friend thinks to himself, would you like to be friends with such a person?"

Russell was stunned, as if he was happily holding a cake at a friend's birthday celebration, but he was thrown to the ground by his "friend" and kept grinding it with his feet.

Both of them were as quiet as night, and after a while, Russell nodded: "You don't think so, we are friends; As he spoke, he turned around and went out, and when he reached the door, he saw Pascal staring at a blurred figure in the window, and sighed lightly: "If you are unwilling, prepare well for the draft later, and don't give up on yourself." ”

"Draft!" Pascal didn't want to, he still thought about the palace in front of the martial arts autumn wind sweeping the opponent like a fallen leaf, with a high record, so that Helen also had to look sideways, and then participated in the draft together, all the way to the death and thwart the opponent, the two of them are like a fairy couple, side by side into the Platonic Academy, the sun is also flattering, intended to pave the way for them, just bathed in glory, enjoy the envy of everyone. Such a beautiful scene was torn to shreds from the moment he fell from the martial arts ring. Listening to Russell's footsteps in the distance, Pascal's tears seemed to seep out of the cracks, he only had this one friend to treat him like this, this is secondary, and what is even more disgusting is that what he said is true, every word is true. Even though 10,000 don't want to admit it, his heart is so dark and contemptible. For so many years, I have always thought that I am getting better every day, is this what is called getting better? Pascal clenched his fists, stared at some vague shadows in the window, and punched out, and in the middle of the time, the little strength he had left overflowed and fled, and his arm drooped as if it had been pulled out of a bone. Pascal looked at the shadows on the ground for a long time before muttering, "I finally figured it out, maybe someone like me is destined to be with the shadows!" Pascal shook his body, and the shadows on the ground flickered: "If you can move, it will be fine......"

Russell took steps, his mind was dazed, as if he was walking in a foggy day, he couldn't see the things around him clearly, but he didn't think about it much, after all, he didn't like to drill the tip of the horns, nor like Pascal's nine-curved intestines, so he tiptoed downstairs, and saw the three people walking in a zigzag on the stairs, and the two people in the back were carrying a lot of things in their hands, and the ponytail of a person in front of him was swaying non-stop, but the long black hair was cut off from it, and the middle was hooked up with a jade ring, and he recognized it after a little puzzle: "Hey, why are you here?"

"I ......" Olivia couldn't think of any suitable words for a while, she had bought something to apologize to Pascal, but she ran into the scene where Pascal attacked Russell just now, and felt that it was very inappropriate, and quickly pulled away.

"Her Majesty is here to make an inspection!" said Fulton, raising his hand, "and brought us a lot of good things!"

"Yes, exactly. Olivia nodded quickly and glanced at Fulton, not expecting this waste to be of some use.

"Oh, so how do you go down?"

"What is Her Majesty doing to make you talk?" Stephen was robbed of the limelight by Fulton just now, and his heart was impatient, and he hurriedly tried to win back a city.

"Shut up!" Olivia scolded, and Stephen was startled and jumped away.

"Go, but don't bother Pascal. Russell said as he walked past Olivia.

"Go up first. ”

"Your Majesty, the little one is willing to be punished for saying the wrong thing, and Her Majesty can't just throw away the little one like garbage—" Stephen said with tears in his voice, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Her Majesty has something to ask Russell, I can't see it!" Fulton pulled Stephen away, "You are so unclever, what qualifications do you have to follow Her Majesty in the future?"

"Ah, please give me more advice!" Stephen hurriedly bowed to Fulton.

"You take your things first, and we'll talk as we go. ”

"Is there something wrong with you?" Russell asked, turning his head when he saw Olivia chasing after him.

Olivia thought for a moment before asking, "Is he okay?" In fact, she came to apologize, one is that Pascal's subordinates are merciful, but she has some "grace will take revenge", and the other is that she feels that with Pascal's skills, if she didn't meet her in the first round, she really shouldn't be out, so she hurt people to fall to Class F, if she collapses, maybe the fate of a lifetime will be changed for it, and she will abandon herself and become a Jiangyang thief. Olivia, I curse you, it's all your fault, you killed me, and I won't let you go-" Thinking of this scene, Olivia's body was a spirit.

"He doesn't look like he's fine, but since it's him, he should be fine!" Russell had seen Pascal tortured many times, but he had never seen Pascal so out of control, and he looked almost crazy, so his tone was a little shaken.

"It's all my fault, I caused him to be assigned to Class F, I think I can ...... it"

Russell shook his head: "Actually, I guess this is just the last straw that broke the camel's back." Besides, he takes this too seriously, if it is said that the martial arts performance in front of the palace is like walking a single-plank bridge for others, he is like walking a tightrope, betting everything on it, hoping to rely on this martial arts exercise to turn his fate around, but he didn't expect the result to be like this...... Alas, I'm afraid he won't be able to pull himself up again. ”

"Walk in His way, if it were not for ...... meet me"

"But why did he meet you?" asked Russell rhetorically, "I have seen it many times, not once, not twice, but many times, and Pascal has always been in a pinch, when the most unfortunate thing has happened, once it is acceptable, twice it is bearable, and every time it is like this? ”

"Occasional repetition becomes inevitable?" Olivia repeated.

"I'm afraid he'll feel that no matter how much he struggles, he is not destined to end well. Russell paused, "He can endure difficulties and setbacks, but I am afraid that this fateful doom will exhaust his last trace of strength." ”

"That's why he's so out of shape...... "Olivia's words came out and realized that something was wrong, didn't it confirm that she was eavesdropping.

Russell shook his head: "If it were you, you wouldn't necessarily be much stronger than him!"

"I didn't look down on him, but admired him very much," said Olivia, "after all, not everyone has the courage to say what is in their hearts......

"I just don't understand, why does fate torture a person so much?"

"Maybe it's to make him better!"

"What if he falls for it, and who is responsible?"

Olivia was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself how many wicked people were not wicked at first, and the mercy of fate made them fall, but the accusation was placed on their heads, is it fair?"Does he like Helen, maybe we can ask Helen to ......" Olivia didn't know how to express it.

"Actually, I think it's not so much that he likes Helen as it is that he sees Helen as a symbol. I know what kind of life he lived, as if he was ascetic every day, whether it was for the so-called ideal or mission, there was almost no joy in his life. It wasn't until he met Helen that he saw that there was actually another color in life, maybe he unconsciously tied all the joy and happiness to Helen in his heart, so he would love him wishfully. ”

Olivia was really stunned this time: "I never thought Pascal was like this...... Different—"

"Shouldn't the common people have ideals and missions? Should the lives of the common people be as pale and thin as paper?"

"No......" Olivia retorted, but realized that she actually thought so in her heart, and the impression of the common people was that they worked from 9 to 5, day by day as if they were copied, no different, and nothing worth remembering.

"Even the most ordinary piece of paper can write something different. Russell said and walked away, "I'm going to buy him food." ”

Olivia turned her head to look back, as if she saw another world.