young and inaction

Chapter 19

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, as if everyone had stopped breathing.

The history teacher looked at Lin Xingxiu blankly and opened his mouth. Lin Xingxiu knew what she wanted to say, but Lin Xingxiu just turned around and smiled calmly: "It's okay, I can do it by myself."

Since the school can be a sacred place where spring wind turns rain and moral education educates people, it can also become a gloomy and bloody Shura field.

Sometimes people can no longer feel the breath of life when they are alive. The so-called - long is suffering, short is life.

Lin Xingxiu didn't go to the infirmary, but walked around the playground, and finally went to the wisteria garden in front of the complex building.

Every school must have a wisteria corridor, and in the school's admissions promotional video, there will inevitably be scenes of students wearing neat school uniforms endorsing books under the corridor.

Often the beauty recorded with the eyes is a bubble phantom, and it is the real sense of delicacy to experience it with the heart and spirit.

The whole building of the complex is a place for community activities. In front of the building is a small garden with water, bridges and koi.

There is a sculpture in the center of the pool, which is a long-haired girl sitting on a blue crescent moon, holding a book in her hand, blending with the surrounding scenery.

The sunset in September made the shadows very long, casting a feeling of luxury in the pool. Lin Xingxiu stood on the small bridge and looked at the koi in the pool in a trance.

He touched his pocket, and there was a steel jumper. He closed his eyes and threw the coin into the small hole. He always hit the target without fail. Then he closed his eyes. He thought that the fish should be freer and happier than him, right?

Regardless of whether the fish's memory is really only seven seconds, that's what Lin Xingxiu envied.

If his memory was only seven seconds long, that person would have been emptied from his mind long ago.

He squatted down slowly, looked at his own shadow, and slowly reached out to touch its "head". Tears swirled in his eyes again, so he had to raise his head to let the tears go back.

The sky is half red, half blue, and the part that meets the middle is just right.

He slowly closed his eyes, but there was still a drop from the corner of his eyes.

He felt something dangling in front of his eyes, blocking the sunlight, and opened his eyes slightly. It was a boy's hand, white and slender, with distinct knuckles and inconspicuous calluses on his fingertips.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Xichou standing in front of him...but his appearance changed.

Lu Xichou stroked his hair: "It's fate to meet you from thousands of miles away, how about it?" Lin Xingxiu stood up: "..." You can meet him anywhere.

Lu Xichou waved his hand in front of him: "Aren't you handsome?"

Lin Xingxiu glanced: "I don't know." Lu Xichou circled around Lin Xingxiu: "I dance? Isn't it handsome? I searched on Weibo all night, I went to the barber shop yesterday."

Lu Xichou ironed off the tinfoil end and replaced it with a chestnut head.

But this hairstyle is divided into two schools - if it suits you, you are the male lead of Korean dramas, if it doesn't suit you, you are the spiritual guy, and Lu Xichou is the former.

Lu Xichou thought to himself: How is it possible?

Looking at the performance of those girls in the stage, from the excitement of early reading to the present, they should be very handsome.

Lu Xichou leaned on the pillars of the corridor: "Hey, okay, skip this topic, why don't you go to class?" Lin Xingxiu sat opposite him, one facing the light and the other against the light.

"Didn't you go up too?" Lin Xingxiu said looking at the white pigeons foraging on the ground.

Lu Xichou folded his hands on his chest: "I'm here to rehearse with the string orchestra." "I just, simply skipped class."

Lu Xichou: "Are you schoolmasters skipping classes so blatantly?"

Lin Xingxiu nodded: "It's pretty much it." Lu Xichou complained in his heart, if he skipped classes at school and was caught by the security department, it would be a trivial matter to deduct credits, but it would be a major matter for the whole school to report and write a self-criticism.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students squeezed out of the teaching building in groups.

The front of the complex is still as quiet as before school, and occasionally a few schools come here to participate in club activities.

Lin Xingxiu stood up: "I'm leaving." Lu Xichou followed him and took a step: "Why?"...Because school is over.

Lin Xingxiu did not speak.

"Lu Xichou!" A crisp female voice came over, but Lu Xichou looked at it and ignored it.

Chen Ning ran over with the violin, all wearing school uniforms, and she couldn't recognize who it was, but after a close look, she could also recognize that it was Lin Xingxiu standing face to face with Lu Xichou.

Lu Xichou glanced at Chen Ning and introduced Lin Xingxiu: "This is Chen Ning, from class 3, the second violin in our group."

Lin Xingxiu could clearly see Chen Ning's eyes from doubt to surprise to disgust, and he said with a deadpan expression, "It's not necessary."

Chen Ning was playing the violin, and the evening wind blew through her long hair, which had a special charm with the scenery here.

Lu Xichou stopped Lin Xingxiu who was about to leave and said, "Accompany me to the rehearsal?"