（1）

"Yunzheng, if Mom and Dad divorce, who are you with?"

Lin Ya squatted in front of me at this time, and her tone was soft.

Who would have thought that my mother, who has always been strong, is rarely gentle and is asking me who I am divorced with.

"Whatever."

I replied indifferently.

Growing up, I spent less than a year with them.

So in fact, I really don't care if they're divorced or not.

But they went to court over the matter.

In the end, I was sentenced to Song Yiming, who was my father.

In fact, they have not had much impact on my life, it is nothing more than that the two of them used to go home once a year, and now they go home once a few years alone.

It's kind of boring.

Song Yiming took me to a new city, and he was worried about affecting my studies, so he specifically asked me if I would like to, of course I had no opinion, because I had long been used to it.

"It's okay to get used to it, study hard."

Song Yiming left such a comforting and encouraging word, and went on a business trip again.

（2）

It's the second year of junior high school, and it's autumn, and the city is even colder.

I started to have insomnia, anorexia, and occasionally school boredom. But it doesn't matter, I've already learned that knowledge, and it's not interesting to learn it again.

The days passed by without any taste, until I fainted with low blood sugar and was sent to the hospital by Aunt Wu.

It's snowing, winter is coming.

What was supposed to be simple hypoglycemia was quickly discharged.

Aunt Wu took me to a clinic, and I knew at a glance that this was a psychological counseling room.

I listened to Aunt Wu's words and cooperated with the doctor, and was diagnosed with moderate depression.

It didn't surprise me, and it didn't seem like anything could surprise me.

Aunt Wu went home for the New Year, and as soon as the bell rang at twelve o'clock on Chinese New Year's Eve, the sky was as bright as day, and fireworks exploded in the sky and dissipated into smoke.

The Spring Festival Gala program on TV is broadcasting the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

The phone pops up a few days of information.

The arrival information, Lin Ya's, Song Yiming's, all have it.

I looked at the amount on my phone, and was it really, that tempting?

I was tasteless.

（3）

The wind by the lake still contained the unabated winter feeling, and I looked at the cold silver medal in my hand and threw it into the lake without hesitation.

What affected me? Obviously, it didn't affect anything.

But in the end, it still affected.

Layers of ripples rippled in the lake, and the regularity was disturbed by the wind, and it was smoothed out little by little.

Why can it only make such a small splash?

It's boring.

What if it's a person? How much bigger than the splash caused by the medal?

……

"Classmates!"

I paused, my heart was faintly irritated, and I looked back.

A schoolgirl.

She couldn't find her way.

She threw me her gold medal, which should be very precious.

I somehow thought it was funny, I had won a lot of such medals, all of which I left in every place of residence, and I abandoned them with the move.

This silver medal is not even worth taking home.

More than ten years of elite education seems to have really turned me into a person with no one in my eyes.

"Classmate, if you are really good, either you will always hold that gold medal and not give me a chance to surpass, or, next time, slap me in the face and tell me that this gold medal belongs to you. What do you think? ”

I looked at her, unable to refute.

"Song Yunzheng." My name is Song Yunzheng.

Because they probably want me to be a kite that flies up the clouds.

I accepted her provocation, but she laughed.

I don't know why she's laughing, but I can always remember that laugh.

Her name is Bai Yin.

Overconfident girl.