Chapter 85: That surrogate white moonlight
Yan Zhi walked forward alone, taking a deep breath while walking to hold back the surging emotions in her heart.
Holding back tears.
To be honest, she didn't know why she wanted to cry, but she had to find an outlet for the backlogged emotions.
You can't die in silence, you can only explode.
Huo Xingchao's words were the final tipping point.
With a bang, the rest of the life after the catastrophe.
......
Yan Zhi tucked his knees and sat on the lawn for a while.
A layer of tablecloth was spread on the lawn, a few people were sitting in a pile playing Three Kingdoms Killing, and her best friend was eating claypot rice in front of her.
While eating, I looked up at her from time to time, and there was the aroma of sausages in the conversation.
"Why do you come here to play with me when you have time? No broadcast?"
As soon as the voice fell, a lazy male voice came from the loudspeaker above his head.
"Next is a newsletter from Tian Masana, Class 13. To track and field athletes - your vigorous figure is like a flying dragon on a brick red track. Your vigorous face is like a newborn sun in the blue sky. The hope in your eyes is like the only light in the mottled road..."
This voice is nice to listen to, and magnetic to magnetic, but it is obvious that the attitude is not very good.
There are no ups and downs, no emotions, just like the first time I recited classical Chinese when I was a child, I am very stingy with broken sentences.
- But even so, the atmosphere of the entire stadium heated up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the best friend listened, they could hear no less than ten "Huo Xingchao" ringing in their ears on their lawn alone.
She took a sip of the sausage and shook her head.
"Your boyfriend is so well-known, you have to be careful."
In fact, Yan Zhi subconsciously wanted to refute that it was not my boyfriend.
But in the next second, a lot of words from Huo Xingchao on the rostrum appeared in his mind.
The tongue made a bend in the mouth, and finally turned out a sentence,
"Why should I be careful?"
Girlfriend patted her thigh,
"Hey, your attitude is right. We women, women in the new era, just need to have this kind of awareness. If Huo Xingchao really does something wrong, he will be 100% responsible... Of course, neither am I. Saying that he will do this, I'm just warning you. I tell you, if there is such a day, don't be dizzy and swallow your voice. "
She thought for a while, then spoke again,
"But I don't think Huo Xingchao is such a person. To be honest, I think your vision is not bad. Although he is a little bit undisciplined, his character is still good."
"You know again?"
"What, boy, you can see some things at a glance, okay?"
The best friend scooped another sip of claypot rice, and it was vague.
"But why did you let him go to the radio? Although the effect is very good, he seems to be playing there, and the influence is not good. You are not afraid that the teacher will come over to ask the teacher to ask his guilt with a shot put."
Yan Zhi tugged at his shoelaces, "It's the sports meeting, the teacher won't care so much."
The girlfriend glanced at her,
"Yan Xiaozhi, I think you are a bit strange today."
"......What's wrong with me?"
"When you were unhappy in the past, you basically just sat in a daze without speaking. When you were happy, you also sat in a daze without speaking. This kind of awkwardness is not like you."
......
Yan Zhi was silent for a while, not knowing how to begin this matter.
It's just that before she could organize the language, the loudspeaker above her head rang again, and the boy's lazy voice continued to come out.
"Please come to the rostrum to get the number plate, 136722, Zhu Junfeng, 133452, Yan Zhi, 136278, Chen Liu..."
The best friend coughed violently and almost threw the food in her hand. She couldn't laugh at herself.
"Hahahahahaha, classmate Yan Zhi, hurry up and get the number plate, hahahahaha, Huo Xingchao is really a genius, hahahahaha..."
"..."
In fact, their school's number plates are arranged according to the rules.
The first year of high school starts with 14, the second year of high school is 13, and the third year of high school is 12.
133452, classmate Yan Zhi. - "13" again, and "classmate" again.
It looks like he made it up by himself.
Yan Zhi stood up and walked to the rostrum in a huff.
Of course, she didn't go to get the number plate, she just felt that Huo Xingchao, a lawless man, would have to overturn the roof of the rostrum.
The best friend looked at her back and twitched on the lawn.
"Hahahahaha, Huo Xingchao is so **** funny, I'm going to post it on the Moments Hahahaha..."
......
When Yan Zhi arrived at the rostrum, the boy was still flipping through the newsletter on the table with his legs crossed.
He shook his head while watching, with a pen between his fingers, turning and turning, he was extremely leisurely.
She walked over, moved a chair and sat in the center of the table, then moved the broadcast in front of him back to her, and when she made sure the switch was off, she turned her head to look at him with a calm tone,
"you can go now."
"Yo, Yan Zhi, you can be a jerk. I've been reading the broken manuscripts for you for so long, young master. If you use them up and throw them away, don't you take me too seriously?"
Yan Zhi glanced at him,
"thanks."
"..."
Huo Xingchao pursed his lips, took the microphone back while she was not paying attention, took out a newsletter and began to read,
"The following is a newsletter from Yan Zhi, Class 9 of Senior 3. To the relay athlete Huo Xingchao—"
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"Brother Huo Xingchao, you are the best athlete in my heart, there are so many people on the track, I saw you at a glance, you are so dazzling, so handsome, every time I see you, I blush and my heart beats, I can't be myself, Huo Xingchao Brother... ouch!"
Yan Zhi was mad at his shameless and lifeless behavior, grabbed his hair and kicked his ankle.
Huo Xingchao pulled her wrist away, eyebrows twisted into a ball,
"Yan Zhi, your brain is off, the broadcast is off! Fuck me! Release it, release it, you are Jiuyin White Bone Claw... sigh."
The girl was holding a few strands of hair between her slender and beautiful fingers.
Boys have short hair, and they are not as easy to pull off as girls' long hair. Yan Zhi can pull off such a small amount of hair, and the force used can be seen to be average.
Huo Xingchao restrained her hand and wanted to get angry, but seeing her big eyes full of anger and grievance, he shrank again, kicked the table, and made a dull "dong" sound,
"If you feel angry, just say it, don't fight with me."
He leaned back, very depressed.
"Before, you insisted on dragging me to watch that movie. Everyone said that there should be more communication between couples. Communication! Look for yourself, ex-girlfriend, who has cultivated a good man, and then don't communicate. , then broke up, and then got a new girlfriend. You just said, is this stupid?"
"Yan Zhi, your brain isn't so bad, is it? Are you really going to stop talking to me and train me to be one of those excellent ex-boyfriends in your life?"
He bent down, put his head in front of her, frowned, and looked fierce,
"Are you really willing?"
Huo Xingchao is very handsome.
He has a strong and clear outline, a high nose bridge, beautiful and handsome big eyes, and even his eyelashes are a bit longer than ordinary people.
But he tilted his head in such a way, his eyebrows stood upright, and his tone was solemn, a bit like a high-end version of Crayon Shin-chan.
Yan Zhi couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
His face turned black in an instant, and he knocked on her forehead violently,
"To be serious with you, take our relationship issues seriously."
The girl frowned and looked at him for a while.
Then suddenly he sighed deeply and paused,
"Actually, I know it's my own problem."
...?
"You're right from start to finish. It was I who deceived you and concealed you. It's only me who is awkward. The problem actually lies with me."
Huo Xingchao blinked, a little uneasy,
"Baby, don't make fun of me."
"I'm serious."
Yan Zhi looked at him, a little worried, "But I'm really uncomfortable. Do you know that feeling, when you're angry, I'll feel that it's my fault and I'll feel guilty. But once you're so good-natured Just talk to me, and all the bad factors in my heart will come out."
"...M?"
"As long as I think about it, the first time you approached me, liked me, and dated me, it was actually because of another girl, and I was just a substitute for her from the very beginning. Between us, it's all bad things. The misplaced feelings developed by Yangcuo... I am very, very uncomfortable."
She was silent for a while, sighed,
"Actually, I also think I'm being hypocritical."
Huo Xingchao frowned and thought for a while, but didn't quite understand, "That's why I said goodbye before."
"Then ask you if we're going to start talking now, would you like to?"
......
Yan Zhi looked at him and suddenly asked, "Can you really let go of your childhood completely?"
Although she couldn't understand.
But just because of a memory, I ran back to school, and tried my best to know her and get to know her well.
So much effort and obsession, can it really be so simple to throw away all?
Just like in the Green Forest, isn't William Spencer still with Sophie in the end?
Many idol dramas, Mary Sue's plot, you feel ridiculous when you watch it, but when you put it in real life, it doesn't seem to be so exaggerated and absurd.
Huo Xingchao thought for a while, picked up the pen on the table, and said in a serious tone,
"I'll tell you so."
"When you were ten years old, you used a Chenguang refill, and you thought it was a little easy to use, but after going abroad, you never saw this brand again. But because it was the first water refill you used, so You've always had it in your mind."
"Then you returned to China one day, and you couldn't wait to buy a Chenguang pen. You found that the pen was smooth, smooth and durable, and it was easy to use. In the end, halfway through, you suddenly saw the Chenguang pen. There's actually a **** pen refill inside the case."
"Aren't you a little confused and angry?"
".....and then?"
"Then of course you went to buy another Chenguang pen, but you found that it was not as easy to write as you remembered at all. Instead, you liked this refill. , reluctant to stop."
The boy stretched out his hand, a pen in one hand, cleared his throat, his expression was serious,
"Yan Zhi, at this time, I'll give you a multiple-choice question. Morning light and hobbies, choose one of the two."
The sun hit, and a light golden circle was circled on the black hair on his forehead, and his brows were full of unrestrained and unrestrained.
He just spread his hands like this, looking like he was a fool,
"Just say it, morning light, or a hobby?"
......
What a broken metaphor.