June is our farewell song

Chapter 234 I'm Not a Prophet

After eating, Chi Yu went back to the dormitory alone.

I can't remember how many times this semester is.

For some reason, when he saw Chi Yu running into the gate of the girls' dormitory, Gu Yuan, who was walking alone on the boulevard, felt a lot more relaxed.Maybe it was because the two of them didn't talk much in the ten minutes just now in the cafeteria, because there was no topic at all.The life in the third year of high school has become boring to the naked eye. More and more time is devoted to self-study and class, leaving less and less space for them.

Gu Yuan recalled that every time he went home on weekends, he would always be reluctant to part at the school gate, but at this moment he found that the few times that two people get along in a day seemed to have become a burden. , Only when I escaped do I feel alive.

The most important person in your life, but one day you want to escape.

The 17-year-old Gu Yuan's heart continued to rain, and as his growing body stretched, he felt the coolness bit by bit.

When passing by the bulletin board, Gu Yuan stopped and looked at himself reflected in the dark window.Her hair was limply lying on her stomach, her clothes were a little thin and wrapped around her shoulders, her face was tired, and she didn't seem to have the vigor she once had. Tiredness and bewilderment filled her heart.

Since when?
A life full of hope, ideals and vitality has gradually turned into a long and boring low-cost bad movie. The theme disappears and the plot is scattered, and the protagonists disappear one by one. One step, not knowing where to go is the head.Although the failure of the competition exam gave Gu Yuan a headache, but he knew that what was really destroying was his life. Everything he was familiar with was changing rapidly, but he could not refuse or escape.

Successive changes continue to happen, emotions don't even have time to react, they can only flash by, and they can't even capture the shadow. It turned into puddles of thick water, and all the smell and temperature disappeared together, and it could not be smelled or touched.

He was trapped, trapped by the trivial life, trapped by the helpless reality, trapped by himself who failed to live up to expectations, and trapped by the ideal he wanted to realize.

——Speaking of which, everything is due to the lack of ability of the person involved. It would be great if he could be smarter, and if he could work harder.

Unknowingly, he walked up to the roof of Wende Building. Gu Yuan took out the notebook in his pocket and sat on the bench to flip through the pages one by one. There were six articles in 120. In more than two years, this is all he wrote. Words, say too much and not too much, say less and not too much.I have written so many characters one by one with a pen, but my calligraphy has not improved, and my level has not improved much. I am still far from my original goal of becoming a writer.

Writing is really not easy...

At this time, the notebook in his hand was suddenly taken away by a hand. Gu Yuan turned his head and saw that it was Liu Qingsi. She was wearing a thick white dress with red trim on the cuffs and neckline, and she looked like a girl. Like a furry white fox, squinting slightly and smiling.

"No progress at all, words," she said, without shaking her head.

"I know, that's what Chen Ge said too." Gu Yuan turned his head and looked at the orange sun lying on the mountain in the distance, "Should I give up, I failed the competition, and I don't have much talent for writing And hope, let’s seriously prepare for the college entrance examination.”

"However, your content is very good, I like it very much."

"content?"

"Yeah, at least, I can't write such a thing."

Under Gu Yuan's strange scrutiny, Liu Qingsi sat down beside the boy, flipping through the pages of the black-covered notebook with her slender fingers.

"What you write is different from what I and others have written."

"Qingsi, stop joking. You are a genius, and I am a mediocre person. Can the things you and I write be the same?"

Gu Yuan unconsciously touched the short, fluffy beard on his face. He had been hesitating whether to shave it off, but when it shaved off and grew back, it would turn into stubble. He didn't like the fact that there was sand on his face like that. Grainy feeling.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious."

The girl sitting beside her put her toes on the teeth on the edge of the roof, dragged her chin with the palm of her hand, and murmured while looking at his untidy and lifeless essays.

"What you write down is not so closely related to your own life. Few people can do this. Many people can carefully observe the things around them, but they can't write about mountains and rivers in distant places, and they can't write about virtual reality. The fantasy dream of creatures in the spirit illusion. So, it is really powerful."

"……what?"

"At least... I can't write these things."

"? What are you talking about? In this school, if you say you can't write, no one will dare to say that you can write." Gu Yuan smiled and gave her a white look, "Excessive modesty is another kind of Formal conceit. I know, you just said this to comfort me, don’t worry, I’m fine.”

"I mean it, I can describe in detail what I've seen, read, or heard, but I can only imagine what exists only in my mind." If you come down, you won’t be able to do it at all.”

"Really or not..." Gu Yuan's eyes were dubious, "Is it so difficult to describe what you imagined?"

"It's not to say how difficult it is, but to say that only a very small number of people have the ability to imagine like this."

"Is that so..." Gu Yuan looked at the sunset slowly sliding behind the mountain and exhaled softly, "But, what's the use of that..."

"Eh?"

"Anyway, at this point, writing that isn't for exams is useless."

"What? Why is it useless!"

"Because... in the third year of high school, the most important thing is grades. For grades, everything can give way, and any activity can be compressed, canceled or given up. Moreover, we voluntarily gave up many of them." Gu Yuan closed his eyes, He continued, "Of course, I will not give up completely. I will definitely continue to write, even if there is no result, I still want to keep writing, as long as there is one person reading it, no, even if it is only for myself , and I won't stop."

"……Ugh?"

"To be honest, there are a lot of messy things I think about right now."

"I have been preparing for two years and failed the competition exam. I still can't figure out the unsolved case of the literature club ten years ago, which seems to be in the fog, and her... Of course, there are also the test results of the culture class... But no matter what, I don't want to think about it yet. give up."

Liu Qingsi looked at the boy in front of him who was staring into the distance with wine-red eyes shining, and couldn't help showing a slight smile.

"That's... very good."

"I don't think too much about it now, it's different from you."

"All I think about is just wanting to continue being with everyone. I really, that's all I can think of."

"...Huh?" Gu Yuan turned his head, looked at the literary director who will be retiring soon, and said something unexpected to her, "Why did we all separate?"

"Ah?" Qing Si was stunned for a moment, then she unconsciously looked away, "I didn't say we would be separated, I just said... I want to continue to be with everyone."

"That's it, I misunderstood." Gu Yuan smiled, "This time, when you were on the Ferris wheel last time, and when you were at the school gate that day, you said some strange things, It's like you know, we're going to be separated, maybe I'm thinking too much."

"Hmm..." Qing Si nodded, "You are thinking too much, and I can't predict the future, how can I know what will happen in the future, are you stupid?"

"That's true." After speaking, Gu Yuan yawned, "It's getting late, it's time to go back to study by yourself at night."

He stood up, stretched, and was about to go downstairs, when he suddenly found that Qing Si was sitting where she was, not even planning to move, so he gave her a strange look and asked, "Aren't you going? You're not going to be late today." self-study."

"Ah, come on, why not, I was thinking about other things just now, I forgot, forgot."

As Qing Si spoke, she jumped up briskly, half-walking and half-running past Gu Yuan.

"I'll see you tomorrow, are you really okay?" Liu Qingsi had already stepped halfway through the iron gate of the roof, and turned to look at him again, "By the way, Friday night, are you coming to the moon appreciation party? Activity room .”

"It's okay, see you tomorrow." Gu Yuan smiled and nodded, "Friday, um, I can come."

It wasn't a big deal, just a little depressed.

This guy, on the other hand, couldn't even remember to go to the evening self-study, so he didn't know what kind of messy things were thinking in his mind.

The setting sun has completely sunk down, the warm orange red gradually fades, and the gloomy dark blue begins to rise.

"call--

Gu Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

"Go back to the classroom."

(End of this chapter)