"What's wrong with you today?! Yes?!! ”

Zhuang Changqing forcibly froze his memories on this tremor questioning that completely dispelled his previous doubts about Lin Yanmo's physiological vocal system, pretending that he couldn't remember how he was half-helped and half-dragged home by Lin Yanmo, and pretended to sit in the seat as if nothing happened—if he ignored his already straight back, a certain kind of waist, neck and shoulder spine that was hard to stretch out was not good.

“……”

What's wrong with this guy?

Lin Yanmo put down the pen and raised his eyes, he wanted to quickly let Zhuang Changqing see her meticulous plan, but he was so frightened by his dignity that he almost had a direct attack of occupational disease in his previous life, and the more he looked at his back, the more he felt that his tendon sheath was also following a faint pain, and he hurriedly recalled whether Zhuang Changqing in the original book had any hidden settings that he couldn't hide, and he couldn't think about it......

Hiss.

Lin Yanmo paused suddenly, and made a rare attempt to empathize.

He...... Feeling a little nervous?

Maybe it's time to remove it.

Lin Yanmo remembered the indescribable state when he first wore it, and he treated others with himself, and suddenly wanted to write something to comfort Zhuang Changqing.

She picked up the pen again, thought about it, unconsciously paused on the paper and put it down, repeated it three or four times in just two minutes, but still only left a few ridiculous black dots on the graph paper that sprinkled her Lin someone's tirade - Lin Yanmo still overestimated herself, and it was better to expect her to say something nice with her mouth, and it was better to expect her to put the plastic frosted pen barrel out of the pulp by hand, and make a modern version of the iron pestle into a needle to move the heavens and let them go home.

Scold.

Lin Yanmo laughed at his own unfunny jokes in his inner world.

So what should I do?

Lin Yanmo changed his posture, put the pen between his two fingers in the middle of the index, supported his head with his palms, and wrote the big characters "The old lady is wandering" on the face of the beauty with an unusually clear sense of existence.

Lin Yanmo seems to be a person who is naturally indifferent and lives freely, but she never thinks so.

She just has always few, or tried to avoid thinking about certain issues, and subconsciously accumulated the negative feelings born from it, because she habitually avoided, so she would not comfort herself.

She just always refuses, or is afraid of in-depth communication with others, and subconsciously avoids the kindness and help that those people take the initiative to release to her, because of habitual neglect, so she will not comfort others.

Lin Yanmo took avoidance and neglect as the background of his life for a long time, and he was ashamed, Lin Yanmo even had the urge to smile bitterly, the first half of her life - it was okay to say that she was in her previous life, no matter how chic and reckless she lived in the eyes of others, but in essence, she was a clown who did not dare to face herself or others.

“…… That's right. Lin Yanmo thought: "Anyway, isn't it the same this time?" Pretending not to find out, he handed the note over ......"

She folded the note three times, but she couldn't reach for it.

But this time, this time......

Lin Yanmo remembered the reunion with Zhuang Changqing three days ago, blinked lightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I don't want to do that this time." Lin Yanmo suddenly muttered silently, his bloodless lips with a faint airflow, as if a butterfly had gently flapped its wings here.

A strange feeling suddenly went up, and there was an indescribable sourness and a little subtle joy in her heart, but a little doubt suddenly rose.

Why now? Why do I now think I'm qualified not to do this time?

Lin Yanmo adjusted his sitting posture, sat a little upright, and looked at the sky outside the window a little blankly.

The rays from the sun were refracted by the water molecules in the atmosphere into a clear blue, enveloping this world that did not belong to them, like a distant and empty canvas, but there were clouds opening on it, overlapping shades and volumes, silently filling the flesh and blood of this sky, and the original false world instantly became real.

Clouds......

That's right, the cloud!

Lin Yanmo's breath stagnated, and he suddenly realized, because I have that cloud.

She had heard before that the difference between the virtual and the real was actually only in the amount of information, just like the clouds in front of her at this moment made up the sky in front of her, and Zhuang Changqing's reunion with her proved to her that her past had never been erased.

The yellowed past of many years ago is no longer sealed with the arrival of the only person who walked into her world, and she finally has the courage to face up to the fact that she subconsciously ignores - she still wants to exist as Lin Yanmo, and has never become the "Lin Yanmo" who lives in a book that she doesn't know.

She is not a few lines of words written by some author, but a soul with a way to come and a way back, which was, is, and will be.

Lin Yanmo exhaled, looked up and glanced at the female teacher who was still talking on the podium, but he didn't know when he had relaxed, and the juvenile version of Zhuang Changqing, who was looking up to listen to the lecture, had slightly hot eyes, took out a new sticky note paper from his schoolbag, wrote a short line of words on it, and then answered the question he had just raised in his heart again.

Because now that he is there, I can find my truth.