"There is a little bird that has low self-esteem since he was a child, he can't fly, and he is often ridiculed by other birds. But its parents are very protective of it, and perhaps it is because of this overprotection that the little bird will never learn to fly. ”

Until one day, he learned from other birds that many birds would come together, and some of them were good at flying. In order to learn to fly, the little bird secretly left the nest without telling its parents and planned to go alone.

"It fell from a great place, it was bruised, it hurt, it wanted to cry, it was homesick. But as soon as it thought of learning to fly, it didn't regret it. After walking for a long time, it followed the flying birds and finally came to the so-called gathering point.

"As soon as it appeared, almost everyone was looking at it with a strange gaze, which was completely different from what the bird had imagined. But it wanted to learn to fly, so it approached a flying bird.

"But as soon as it gets close, it is disliked by others, and they dislike it for not being able to fly. At that time, it cried. As soon as it cried, the little birds that mocked it seemed to find pleasure and kept speaking ill of it.

As the birds spoke, a bird approached them. The little bird took it to a high place, saying that it was to teach it how to fly, and it saw hope.

But the next moment, the bird that had brought it here pushed it down from a great height. It heard the last thing the other said: You are an alien, you don't deserve to be with us.

"From the light to the abyss, it only takes one sentence. It fell to the ground, and all the birds came forward and trampled it. It hurts, and it regrets it. Suddenly, it felt a bird pull it out.

"The little bird was also trampled on by the other birds in order to save it. With its previous experience, it didn't dare to trust the other birds casually, so it pushed the bird that rescued it away.

The birds chased after him, but the bird that rescued him let him go first. It was gone, and it saw that the bird that had rescued it had become the object of their anger.

"As it walked, it regretted it, but it couldn't stop, it was still running away.

"At last, its uncle came, and so did the guardian of the bird that saved it. It stood with the little bird that saved it, and the two little birds watched as the big birds dealt with the matter. It asked the bird that had saved it.

"Why are you so stupid?"

The little bird replied, "I can't get used to them bullying you, so it's good that you don't get hurt again."

Puzzled, it continued to ask, "Why do you care so much about me?"

The little bird replied, "What's so great about being able to fly?" You've come so far by yourself, that's amazing, and it's even more remarkable to cry at the end. But you're really stupid, stupider than me. ”

Finally, it asked what the bird's name was, and the bird pointed to the sky with its feathers.

"Star, the little bird said those two words. It says its parents want it to be like a star in the night, to guide others in the direction and, if they can, even to dispel the darkness in their hearts. ”

"It will never forget what the little bird looked like. Eventually, it learned to fly, but when it tried to find the bird, the bird died because it saved people. It couldn't believe it, and it heard the pillar in its heart that had been holding it up shatter. ”

"That's the end of the story, Ah Xing, in fact, there is a follow-up to this story, but I haven't figured it out yet, so let's leave it at that. If you like any good ending, then I will delete this bad ending, and I hope that in the future, when I can tell you this story again, this story will be a good ending. ”

Lying on the bed, Chen Xing recalled the story Jun Muyi told him tonight.

It was late at night, but the moonlight was shining through the windows, and the room was a little bright.

Chen Xing took his phone and looked at the time.

Three o'clock in the morning.

He sat up and cautiously approached the bed, and by the moonlight, he observed Jun Muyi's sleeping face.

It seemed that the knot in her heart was untied a little, and the girl slept very sweetly, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Chen Xing lay on the side of the bed and looked at her face.

He didn't really understand the special meaning of that story, but he always felt that the protagonist was the girl in front of him.

And who is the little bird that saved it?

Chen Xing had no memory of this, and he could almost rule out that the bird that saved him was not him.

Can... The meaning of the stars and the expectations of his parents when the little bird who saved him seemed to point to him.

So why did he not remember?

Chen Xing remembered the night when the two had a conflict for the first time, and he finally hugged her.

He remembered a few years ago, a person he had vaguely remembered.

Could that person be her?

Only then can her story be fully corroborated.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand and gently pinched her face.

Feeling the touch, the corners of Chen Xing's mouth curled.

When she was asleep, it was the first time he had done anything to her, but Chen Xing thought that he had been annoyed by her for so long tonight, and it was no problem for him to pinch it.

If you pinch her while she's awake, you'll be killed.

No way.

"Hmm..."

Chen Xing pinched his face's hand for a moment, he looked at the girl and frowned slightly, and then moved his head slightly to the side.

After observing for a long time, after making sure that there was no trace of her waking up, Chen Xing relieved himself.

No longer bothering the girl, Chen Xing pinched her face again and lay back on the bed.

He opened a certain letter, opened a group of three people, and sent a message.

Chen Xing: Have you slept all?

As soon as the screen was cut out, almost the next moment, there was a vibration on Chen Xing's mobile phone, and when he switched back, Chen Xing saw the new news.

Zhao Minghao: No.

Chen Xing: What about Li Pengren?

Zhao Minghao: I'm still playing games.

Chen Xing: It's not like he's arguing that you can't sleep, right? I remember if you two don't have an eight-morning festival tomorrow morning?

Zhao Minghao: That's right, it's eight in the morning, I don't sleep, and I will come back to sleep after class tomorrow.

Chen Xing: Admiration, admiration.

The two originally wanted to pull Chen Xing to choose the eighth morning of Friday, but Chen Xing thought that the time would be a bit problematic, so he didn't choose with them in the end.

Thinking of something, Chen Xing typed a few words.

I seem to like someone else, what should I do?

As soon as his mind was hot, Chen Xing sent it out, and when he realized something, he hurriedly withdrew.

There was no new message in the group.

Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't seem to be seen.

How did you say it? Forget it.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, a call came.

In the bedroom, which was originally very quiet, a bell suddenly rang.

Chen Xing was nervous for a while, but instead turned up his voice louder and louder, but he reacted quickly and finally pressed the power button.

After hanging up, Chen Xing saw that it was Li Peng calling, and directly began to scold him in the group.

Chen Xing: Li Peng, what are you calling here for a big night?

Li Peng: I'll go to you, we saw the message you just sent.

Zhao Minghao: That's right.

Li Peng: Young man, your idea is very dangerous.

Zhao Minghao: That's right.

Chen Xinggang wanted to type, but who would have thought that Li Peng would call again.

Fortunately, he was prepared this time and turned off his voice early.

Hanging up again, Chen Xing began to send messages in the group.

Chen Xing: Don't fight, there's no way to pick it up.

Li Peng: Where are you?

Chen Xing: Bedroom.

Zhao Minghao: Why can't you pick it up?

Li Peng: I rely on you, Chen Xing, you sleep in the same room?

Chen Xing: That's right.

Zhao Minghao: Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and it's still a big night.

Li Peng: Slept together? If it weren't for the curfew, I'd kill you directly, no, you will come out for me tomorrow.

Chen Xing: What do you want? She slept on the bed, and I made the bunk. Also, I'm not available tomorrow.

Li Peng/Zhao Minghao: What are you going to do?

Chen Xing: Anyway, I'm not free, and I'll be there for the next few days.

Li Peng: What does it have to do with her?

Chen Xing: It's none of your business.

After typing this sentence, Chen Xing looked at the group that had calmed down, a little helpless.

Why can't you have this idea?