not a monster

Chapter 197 I Love You
On January 1th, at 10:12 noon, the classroom was already empty after school.

It snowed this morning, with intermittent snow particles. This is the second snow this year. Feng Wuli also wore a white down jacket.

It is cold when the light shines on people. It is now on a lunch break, and after the English test in the afternoon, we will go on winter vacation. Feng Wuli is sitting in the classroom alone, and the outside is white. written like this.

A tree-lined path stretches along the line of poplar trees to a dark end. The moonlight shines, dividing the snow-covered, white road into steps. Xiaoxue and Wei Tao are wrapped in Thick cotton padded clothes, walking silently.

He exhaled a mouthful of white mist and looked at the rag doll in his hand, which was actually a piece of cloth with a ball of cotton wrapped in it. After he painted a human face, he stuffed it into a down bag.

Get up and leave the classroom.

The canteen is still open now, but the food is not hot anymore.

Feng Wuli walked to the railing of the playground track. There were still a few students who were waiting for takeaway food in the cold wind. They left after their first and second grade exams a few days ago, and the rest were all hard-working third-year students.

They glanced at someone approaching from a distance, and waited vigilantly to see if it was a teacher. When they found out that it was a student, they guessed that they were also here to get takeaway, so they looked at the railing again, waiting for food, hoping that the little brother in yellow clothes would appear outside the railing riding a battery.

But before the delivery guy came, he saw a handsome guy in a white down jacket with his school uniform in his pocket passing by outside.

"!!"

Why is this person so familiar? !
When I turned my head, the classmate who was walking this way was gone.

Look back to the outside of the railing, good guy, did you climb over the wall and get out?What martial arts master is so agile!
Some people recognize that the wind is unreasonable.

After all, most people in the school are mediocre, and a little bit of unusual things can be magnified countless times. It doesn't matter what the truth is. A label is enough for people to talk about for three years.

And he is handsome, how rare is that.

The snow on the ground on the street was messy and scattered, Feng Wuli sat down in a Shaxian restaurant outside the school, ate a beef pan noodle and packed a porridge.

……

The door of the teacher's apartment rattled twice, and after waiting for two or three minutes, a disheveled, listless little girl with an abnormal blush on her face opened the door.

"Hey? Why are you here?!"

Jiang Nao thought he was dizzy, and he was hallucinating.

"have you eaten?"

"Come in first."

She gave up her seat, and the apartment was a little untidy, but there was no time to tidy it up.

"Tell me in the future, you went back to sleep without eating, and I went out to buy you some porridge."

"Why did she tell you this? How did you get out?"

"Climb over the wall. It's easy to climb over the railing of the playground. Just jump up and hold it up and pass it. There is no monitoring."

She should have just gotten off the bed, wearing green long johns that outline the shape of her legs on her lower body, and white thermal underwear that fits her body on her upper body, like a diver in a frog suit. Looking at it, you can see the beautiful curves of the girl.

It's a little disgraceful for her classmates to see her like this, let alone the boy she likes, but now she's dizzy, and her love brain's CPU is about to burn, so she doesn't care so much.

"I asked her the same way. She said you had a fever. I said I knew it. In the end, she became even more angry, as if I was responsible for your fever, so she climbed over the wall and went out to pack a lean meat porridge for you."

"And milk tea."

"No, it's mine."

"..." That's right, that's right.

"If you want to drink, wait until it's done. If you haven't eaten, eat the porridge. After eating, you can go to sleep. After the English test in the afternoon, you will have winter vacation. If it is serious, go to the hospital."

Jiang Nao was wrapped in a down feather, and looked miserable because of illness: "You don't need to worry about her."

"It doesn't have much to do with her. After all, she's at the same table for most of the semester." He put the porridge on the table in the living room.

"You still have ps4 here."

Sickly, she opened the porridge, and it was still steaming. She sat on the stool and watched the steam rising in a daze. When she heard Feng Wuli's words, she hurriedly said: "I installed a big TV before, and I bought it because I didn't want to waste it. It’s boring to play alone, so I just leave it there.”

It's true that it hasn't been touched much, Feng Wuli has already seen a layer of dust on the top, and he feels that this little rich woman wants to redefine what it means not to waste.

"You can play it if you want. I still have a lot of CDs here. I robbed my cousin a few times. There are basically popular ones."

The above is of course a lie.

She heard that Feng Wuli went to the fat man's house to play his ps4 on vacation, so she bought one overnight and delivered it to the apartment the next day. During the summer, she wanted to pretend to mention the game console in the apartment several times inadvertently, but the words came out of her mouth She was swallowed back again, and she didn't know how to speak, because no matter how she opened her mouth, it was too strange. Could it be that she said: My house is quite big, you are welcome to come to my house to play, and it's okay to go to bed directly after playing.

It's fine if he agreed, but if he said Brother Nao didn't want it, would he force him or drug him?

Jiang Nao sipped the porridge, which was still hot. After swallowing, the heat flowed all the way through the esophagus, warming his whole body, but he couldn't eat half of it.

"I don't feel as dizzy as before... What is yours?" She saw Feng Wuli hanging a rag doll by the window.

"It is said that there is a little monster that can drive away bad weather, evil spirits, keep the house safe, and protect people's safety. A rag doll, hanging under the eaves can dispel diseases and exorcise evil spirits, and make the sky clear."

"Like a Japanese sunny doll."

"No father is like a son."

"Cultural invasion has made me a little unconfident." Her voice was really soft, and her whole figure floated.

"The role of a big country needs to be tougher. To put it another way, for example, call it a cultural tribute, doesn't it sound a lot more confident?"

He told a bad joke, and she opened her mouth, but it was so painful that she was dizzy just sitting.

Feng Wuli sat down to play on her ps4, and chose the game very seriously: "Go to sleep for a while, I can't learn anymore, I will ask you to get up and go back to the exam together. After the exam and the holiday, if you really feel uncomfortable, I will I will ask you for a leave in the afternoon...do you mind if I sit here with you?"

"Don't mind, don't mind."

"Okay, you still have nearly an hour to sleep now."

"okay."

She went back to her room and closed the door, and opened it again to leave a gap. These little thoughts were childish and meaningless, but she never tired of it.

Going to the bedside and taking off her coat, her head sank into the quilt heavily. As soon as she lay down, she felt that her soul was floating away, and her body could not even lift a single finger. I am alive.

The little girl looked at the ceiling with blurred eyes. She knew that she was not as serious as she imagined, but now she couldn't help being obsessed with this weakness, as if she was sleeping on the top of a cloud and rising.

After school at noon, I went back to the apartment and got into the bed. At that time, I just felt very uncomfortable, very hard, and urgently needed someone to take care of me. After school, lying in the bed was not like resting, but more like finding a grave to bury myself. Girl Tell this cold winter on the bed, today either you die or I die, but she can't die, she can't live, the whole world is only uncomfortable, she feels that the bed is so cold, the apartment is so cold, the world is so quiet, She is actually very afraid of being quiet. The quiet world will make her constantly strengthen her senses, and her senses at that time were only uncomfortable, until the knock on the door dragged her out of the bed, and after she opened the door, she was arranged by the boy in a daze After a pause, now that I am back on the bed again, I feel like I was defeated in World War II. Let’s fight to the death again, but this time the bed is not cold, the apartment is not cold, and the world is not quiet anymore.

Doesn't that guy outside know he needs a break?What are you doing so loudly while playing games? Noisy...

When the sound of breathing gradually became gentle and long, the little girl in the bed had already fallen asleep.

Vaguely, she had a dream.

In the dream, she was a five or six-year-old girl.

It's snowing outside.

She was lying on the bed in a bamboo hut and felt breathless and exhausted. When she saw a big man wearing a bamboo hat, she didn't know what to say.

Can't hear clearly, can't see face.

She looked at him sideways and spoke.

"Sir, am I going to die?"

"It's just a little cold."

She finally heard the other person's words clearly.

"Where did you go, sir?"

"Li was about to hand over the repairs to me. When I came back, there was a Nuo opera in the market town. I thought it was very interesting, so I came back after watching it."

She was a little wronged, she was about to die, but her husband was still in the mood to go to the theater.

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

"I want to see it too... woo, I'm going to die, I don't want to die, I won't be able to see my husband after I die, he hasn't taught me to read yet, he promised to teach me to read, woo woo."

"Hey, I told you I can't die, you Nier."

The husband sighed helplessly, and made a doll there, saying that it was called Saotian Po, which could drive away plagues and avoid epidemics, so let's take a nap, and it will be fine when you wake up.

She just watched her husband making a doll there, then hung it by the window, and fell asleep in a daze.

"..."

An hour later, the bedroom door opened.

Except for her messy hair, she had already put on her clothes, and her face was still red, but her spirit was much better than when she was half dead.

The little girl stood quietly by the door, it was sunny outside, the ugly doll was swaying in the wind under the sunny sky, the boy sat in front of the TV with his back to her, the light from the window happened to fall on the left of the boy, and there was a shadow on the right Jiang Nao seemed to have the illusion that he belonged to her at this moment. In order to prolong the illusion of this moment, she chose not to make a sound and looked at his back quietly.

He was carefully watching the picture on the big TV. A two-dimensional lady looked at the person on the opposite side of the screen, giving people the illusion that she was looking at him. There are several options below.

Option A: Thank you, Sanjiu, next...

Option B: Sorry, Sanjiu...

Option C: Sure enough, I still want to choose you, Sanjiu...

Feng Wuli noticed the person behind him, turned his head to look at her, and then continued to look at the screen: "I'm awake, do you want to go to the hospital first? I suggest that the winter vacation be half a day earlier."

"I like you."

He looked back.

Trying to determine what kind of statement this is.

Can't confirm it.

He tentatively asked, "Do you want to hear thank you or sorry?"

"I choose C!" She gritted her teeth, no matter what the nature of her speech for love just now, it looks like a joke now.

Feng pressed B unreasonably and ruthlessly, and the private horse racing sound of little brother CV sounded in the living room.

"The fever should be gone. It's just that the cold has not cleared up. It's okay. What game are you playing?" Her voice was hoarse, and her voice was hoarse due to the fever.

"gal game."

"...Are you playing butter in the apartment of the girl who just confessed and was rejected?"

"Not all gals are butter."

"Then this..."

"It's butter."

She was silent.

Every time she thinks she knows this boy well, he will always turn a page for you like tearing up a calendar. She thinks that she opened the door in the wrong way, but suddenly realizes that this boy does always do very inexplicable things. He can calmly say that the armpit hair has grown, but it has been shaved off for you in the shower, and there are other outrageous things he can't do, although he has forgotten this memory.

"This game is yours, I found it in your discs." Feng Wuli knew that at this time, the reason was not straightforward, and he needed to be strong.

"..."

"Come on, the bell is about to ring."

English test in the afternoon.

Afeng's English grades in high school were not satisfactory.

He is a bit difficult, but Hengshui's writing style is pretty good.

After they didn't know how many bells rang, they finally ushered in the last winter vacation of high school. To be precise, it was the last time in their high school career that they could be sure that they would meet again next time.

The students in the class began to compare the answers. The two men at the front desk were at Feng Wuli's desk, holding test papers that drew circles. One said c and the other said d, and the one next to him said it was a fight. Whoever won would be right.

Feng laughed unreasonably, they asked him what to choose, he took a look, he chose A.

There was silence for a while.

"This A is wrong at first glance, I am the first to rule it out."

"How could it be A? If it's A, I'll eat upside down."

"Don't eat and drink here."

Maybe it's a holiday, everyone is very excited, the class is in a mess, some people have already discussed going to the Internet cafe later, the young lovers are chattering, people keep coming in and out of the classroom, sister Shang came over, said a few words, and finally moved forward Happy New Year, the whole class applauds and celebrates.

"What's your plan for the winter vacation?" Fatty came over and asked.

"I plan to take the driver's license test."

"Is this the driver's license test?"

"Anyway, I have nothing to do. I have already passed the second year of my second year."

"...Do you want to go to the Internet cafe?"

"Forget it, going to an Internet cafe on the first day of vacation, it's too depraved."

Feng Wuli is not a dormitory student, so walking is the easiest way, just like after school, all the books are put in the drawer and the box next to the table, and there is basically nothing in the schoolbag.

The little girl at the same table had nothing to do. Her driver hadn't arrived yet. She rested on the table and turned her face sideways. Half of her face was covered by a scarf, revealing a pair of eyes and tilting her head to look at the people around her.

"The class said that we will have a dinner together in a few days." Her voice was very soft.

"Probably after the dinner, there will be a night at the Internet cafe, or KTV. These are the only activities they have." Feng Wuli nodded.

"I've never been to an Internet cafe."

"Uh, there's nothing to go, it's messy."

"Are you going to the dinner party?"

"I'll think about it." Normally, he rarely attends dinner parties with too many people, but this time he nodded and said, "Go, you're already in your third year of high school."

"I'll go as well."

"...Let's go, bye."

"Yeah." She followed the boy out the door, and then buried her face in her arms again.

Half of the snow had melted and the ground was wet. He pushed his bicycle out of the campus, looked back, turned around and rode away on the bicycle.

It's a holiday. Compared with when I was a child, I don't feel any real feeling at all. It feels no different from every time I stepped out of the campus in the past.

Probably because of growing up.

Or maybe I missed a lot of classes and asked for leave this year.

(End of this chapter)