Penn looked confident and shrewd.

It's like a little kid, showing off his new toy.

"Then tell me, how do you talk about the conditions." Lin Fei asked, "I also learn, maybe I will use this trick next time to get my parents to agree to my request." ”

Penn turned his head and leaned on the railing of the rooftop, his tone becoming quiet again.

"I exchanged the top three grades in the school for zero diagnosis."

"Theoretically, this kind of score can be exchanged for anything."

"My parents are vulgar and free-range to me. As long as I have good grades, I can turn a blind eye to other things, or even turn a blind eye. ”

"Including this physics competition, I want to participate because there is no room for improvement in my academic performance in school."

At this, Penn paused.

At night, he saw Lin Fei listening to himself attentively, like a sad organizer, looking at his mood.

"Originally, I was the second in ten thousand years, so I couldn't kill Huang Zhengwen. As a result, you're here, I've become the third child, and I'm even more finished. ”

Hearing Peng En's self-deprecation, Lin Fei hooked his lips and smiled, and asked, "So what?" ”

"So I just switched to a different game to play." Peng En's eyes were firm, "Come to the discipline competition here to fight and see if you can spell out something new." ”

"They don't understand either, anyway, if they can get the ranking, the school will definitely hype it."

"And this thing looks more high-end than the college entrance examination, and it can be bluffed."

Peng En planned his "grand cause" to fool his parents, and the smile on his face couldn't help but deepen.

Lin Fei asked again: "So this time, what are you going to change?" ”

"What are you going to change?" Penn's face darkened suddenly, "It's hard to say......"

His eyes flickered.

Lin Fei is like an audience under the stage, watching a wonderful face-changing show.

How did he manage to do it in just a few minutes, one moment happy and smirking, the other sad and depressed.

When I was an adolescent, was I also such a sand sculpture?

"I want to change something, parents only agree or disagree, they can't give it to me. Only I went first. Penn's voice was hoarse.

"Looks like your parents are pretty talkative." Lin Fei heard Penn's Riddler attribute and knew that there was something he didn't want to say.

If you don't want to say it, you can just talk about it.

It is not right to break the style of asking questions in the casserole.

"Then what did you get this tattoo for?" Lin Fei pulled away from the topic and pointed to the small purple flower on Penn's collarbone.

This tattoo is small and somewhat hidden.

If it weren't for the fact that they had been standing facing each other for so long today, and Peng En was dressed coolly, she really wouldn't have noticed.

"Huh this?" Peng En pulled down his neckline and gently touched the flower with his other hand, "This is Ah Huang pasted it on me, I'm afraid of pain, death, and bad health, so I don't dare to get a tattoo." Moreover, with a tattoo, it doesn't look like a good person, like a street gangster. ”

"When I go to school, I either cover it up or tear it off, how convenient it is."

"I'm afraid of death and I'm afraid of being in bad health, why do you smoke?"

Penn glanced down at the cigarette butt he had stepped on, chuckled and said, "I don't have a craving for smoking, I'm just stressed out and smoke occasionally." ”

"If you smoke, it's not a shameful thing."

He took out a small cigarette case from his pocket and took out one for Lin Fei: "Do you want to try it?" ”

The night was too dark, and Lin Fei was not familiar with cigarettes, so he couldn't tell what brand of cigarettes it was.

But she vaguely knew that the line on the cigarette box was "Smoking is harmful to health, and minors are prohibited from smoking." 】

The practice of smoking seems a bit ridiculous.

She didn't dare to persuade him not to do this.

Adolescent child, the more you tell him not to do anything, he will do it, and he will be angry and will not pay for his life.

So Lin Fei changed the topic again.

"Your grades are so good, and your parents are so good to you, why are you stressed?"

Penn was stunned for a moment, then replied:

"What is good for the parents you said is good to me?"

"I don't feel their love for me, I feel like I'm a machine that earns honor for them, for our whole family."

"If I don't have good grades and I'm not smart, will they recognize me as a son? Will they still pay to me as they do now? Will they still love me? ”

"This feeling is that they love a foreign object, they love my good, they love my good. And not my self, my soul. ”

"I've heard my mother's phone porridge, and the porridge is full of my awards."

This question is too heavy and too common, Lin Fei doesn't know how to answer,

She was even struck in the heart by Penn's words.

Love itself? Love the soul?

It's a cliché topic, but it's very mysterious.

Looking at Lin Fei's sad face, Peng En couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that our parents are the same, you are also deeply affected, and we are sympathetic to each other." ”

Peng En changed direction, leaned against the railing of the rooftop, tilted his head back, and patted Lin Fei on the shoulder.

That means, they are really a pair of difficult brothers.

Lin Fei: ????

Okay, well, if he thinks so, it's fine.

On the other side, Huang Zhengwen was nervous and excited about the game, he just wanted to show off his excellent MVP record to Peng En next to him, but found that the boy next to the pillow was no longer there.

Huang Zhengwen suddenly recalled the reason why Peng En had just "gone to the toilet", and the sound of "Peng" when the door was closed.

Isn't that right? Isn't there a toilet in the room? Why go out?

It's broken, it's all my fault for patronizing the game, and I didn't even realize it.

Huang Zhengwen's heart "chuckled".

It was a very small matter, but he felt very uneasy.

The mind that has always been bright has become like an aging machine, and it does not turn all at once.

He stepped out the door and quietly paced down the hallway, thinking as he went.

When he saw the elevator display screen pointing to the top stream, he suddenly had a sense of enlightenment.

The red words on the display, as if some kind of telepathy, gave him instructions.

He pressed the button, waited for the elevator to come down from the top floor, and then went back the way he came, taking him up.

It was late at night, and Xijing, a giant beast that was running wildly, finally rested quietly in his dreams.

Huang Zhengwen's mind floated, and he felt that everything was like a dream.

More than ten days of rushing, rush, and freshness, all of which have transformed into a silent past in this cooled down night.

When the passage of time and the cycle of time are nowhere to be found, something new can be turned out in the past.

Huang Zhengwen walked out of the elevator and saw the door of the rooftop.

He felt that he was about to open it and pick up a corner of the flowers.

(End of chapter)