Learn the gods, do you set up cp?

Chapter 46 Heroes
The post that broke the news sank for a short time, but it was lifted up in the middle of the night and brushed up hundreds of floors.

Some were shocked, some were sad, some were angry.

And when the forum was stormy.

The long dreams and memories are filled with tenderness in the night little by little.

Those faces that have long been blurred are playing around with gentle laughter.

And suddenly there was a whiteness in front of her eyes, which made her cry bitterly on the ground, the white sheet covered Wen Luhua's pale face little by little.

From then on, everyone looked at her with disdain.

When she walks on the road, someone will point to her, and when she sits in the classroom, the classmates around her will talk about her.

Even her eating, drinking and writing, these commonplace things, seemed to have become her original sin.

She finally collapsed in a heavy rain. The umbrella in the bag was cut to pieces, and the ground was covered with debris when it was opened.

She didn't even have to think about who was going to surprise her with this broken umbrella.

The rainstorm seemed to deliberately baptize her and wash away her humiliation.

Standing in the rain, she couldn't help crying, but gritted her teeth, not daring to let anyone who could see her find that she was crying.

Laughing is a sin, crying is also a sin.

Someone will mock her, so you still cry.I thought you were as ruthless and fierce as your father, and you wouldn't cry at all.

She watched the world become blurred in rain and tears, moisture and fog filled her eyes.

The black and white asphalt road was hazy by the heavy rain, pedestrians were in a hurry, and the cars passing by her quickly did not stop.

No one saw her collapse and the fake calm she tried to maintain.

Suddenly an umbrella covered her head.

A boy she had never seen before held out his hand to her.

In his hand was a rolled up black umbrella.

The same color as this overcast and rainy sky.

But he didn't move, just handed the umbrella in front of her.

Those eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and seemed to contain a lot of content, but they were just calm and unwavering, looking at her, and stretched out his hand in her direction.

Under the pouring rain, her calm camouflage was finally torn, and her teardrops trembled in her eyes.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to the umbrella that could cover the sky and rain.

It seems that this strange kindness can also protect her from the storm at this moment.

It was just an umbrella, but it tore through the strength she had tried so hard to pretend to hide.

Her voice choked involuntarily.

The moment she took the umbrella, her cold hands seemed to be able to touch the residual warmth of the umbrella.

The boy took the umbrella from the person next to him and moved a little further in her direction.

His voice was very deep, but in the long wind and rain, it seemed like a pin that stabilized the sea, making it hard to ignore.

"No matter how heavy the rain is, it can't beat the umbrella in your hand."

She couldn't help but look up at him.

His eyes were like lighthouses, staring at her steadily,
"Open the umbrella, and all the wind and rain will slowly disappear."

The unwavering firmness in her eyes seemed to be able to pass through the heavy rain to her limbs and bones. With an inch of skylight, she could see the faint hope in the endless darkness.

She was like drifting in the sea, aimless cruise ship, saw the lighthouse shining ahead, unswervingly pointing out the direction to her.

Holding the umbrella, she couldn't help crying bitterly.

Seeing the back of the strange boy gradually go away, her vision was also blurred by tears.

Dad is gone, no one will be her umbrella anymore.

Everyone deceived her that she was alone, slandered her and was kind and deceitful.

She wants to walk in her own wind and rain, and no one can shield her from the wind and rain.

The heavy rain seemed to fall endlessly in the dream, and she stood alone in the heavy rain, with an umbrella that was still warm in her hand out of thin air.

It seems that the heavens are pitying her for being lonely, and someone will give her strange kindness.

It wasn't until her mother was sent back to Shanghai that she finally had something to rely on again.

Her mother negotiated with the school for her and transferred to another middle school in the name of an exchange student.

Since then, draw a clear line from the previous life.

However, it is not known who leaked the news.

The class started talking about her origins, her background, her father.

The teacher in charge clarified for her, and gradually dispelled those disgusting and repelling voices.

But at a school celebration, she was sitting in the auditorium, but a person fell into her sight without warning.

He was wearing an unadorned white shirt, standing under the spotlight, with a good color like the remaining snow on the branches, which only made people feel that he was bullying Shuang Saixue and Dou Nan alone.

The sea of ​​lights is bright and crowded with people.

He is in the light, she is in the abyss.

Even though he was separated by such a long distance, she recognized him at a glance as the person who handed her the umbrella in the heavy rain.

She heard the audience screaming after he stood up and bowed.

Calling him, God Qin.

It turned out that the person who gave her an umbrella in the pouring rain was born on a high branch.

She is separated from him by the crowd, between mortals and gods.

He was known to everyone in the High School Affiliated to the National University of China. No one would look blank when mentioning his name. Instead, he yearned for or was proud of him in front of outsiders.

Even his name was born with the sternness of disdain and arrogance, and he was indeed qualified to be such an existence among the crowd.

Occasionally, she would see him from a distance on the school road, and sometimes he would be surrounded by a group of people, but he always had a calm expression, neither happy nor angry.

From time to time she heard news about him.

He ranked first in the city in the entrance examination,

He participated in the IMO,

He won the gold medal.

He applied for a patent.

He confessed to Super Flower.

When she heard that he had been admitted to the Department of Mathematics at MIT, the pen in her hand finally couldn't help shaking and scratched off the paper.

If he went to the United States, it meant that she would no longer be able to see him.

Just looking at it from a distance, there is no longer a chance.

She didn't expect to be able to approach him, to walk into his life, and she didn't want to disturb him because of herself.

But he was so good that he finally drew a clear gap between them.

She will never catch up, never reach the other side.

Finally, the day before he left school, she mustered up her courage, stopped his way, and wished him a bright future.

His expression remained flat, and he said to her,

"You too."

The passing breeze blew past my ears.

That night, she sat on the window sill and couldn't stop crying.

It's just a pity, a pity, she still has to get up and continue her life.

Because she met Zhou Chen by accident, she said, "I'm waiting for you at National University", which changed her direction of volunteering.

She entered the National University, but here, she met the person who shouldn't be here.

It's just that time has faded everything, and she is finally calm and able to accept new people.

But when she was abandoned by Yang Zi, he agreed to the prank-like agreement.

The water in this pool was stirred, and there were light waves.

She sees him as a ray of light, and in the barren and helpless time, he is the only person who makes her feel hopeful.

She believed in him far more than she liked him.

Not so much that she liked him,

Rather, she followed him.

When she was at a loss,
Started to learn to follow his pace, slowly progress step by step,

He is a master of mathematics, and she also worked hard to make up for her always weak mathematics.

He reached the top of the three-province entrance examination, and she also tried her best to move in that direction.

Because the Department of Mathematics of NUS is far superior to the Department of Mathematics of UW, she guessed that he would choose NUS, so she studied day and night, only hoping to be admitted to NUS.

She walked the path he walked, read the books he had read, and guessed whether he would come today on the bamboo forest path between the laboratory building and the teaching building where he often appeared.

When I eat, I think of him, wondering whether he will eat noodles or dinner today.

When I was writing, I wanted to know, at this moment, if he was also writing vigorously with a pen.

Whenever her courage seemed to be exhausted, just thinking of him made everything less tedious and gave her the courage to stand up again and go on.

In the dark night, she regards him as a guiding light, just because she believes,

Maybe one day, she could meet him at NUS.

She can stand in front of him openly, stretch out her hand to him,
Say hello with confidence.

People who are born with excellence have this innate ability, which can make people move forward with firm belief in tears.

She followed in his footsteps, fought over gossip, escaped from swallowing his anger, and endured the impermanence of the world, and finally held up a fire, shining brightly in the sky.

Gentle opened her eyes, the half-dream and half-awake nightmare blurred her eyes with tears.

She recalled many things while she was dozing off and falling into a deep sleep.

She closed her eyes, but she didn't sleep all night.

Seeing her wake up, Ding Feisi urged her to get up,
"Breakfast is on the table. If you're bored, my computer is on the bed. If you don't want to play on the computer, you can also watch TV."

Ding Feisi seemed to suddenly remember something,
"Oh, by the way, Qin Jing isn't filming today, he should be looking for you, you can't be bored."

Ding Feisi quickly put on makeup,
"I'm leaving, you stay alone! Call Aunt Nanny if you have something to do!"

The sound of Ding Feisi closing the door sounded, and the room fell into complete silence.

Gentle sat up, and the light outside the window came in through the curtains.

She opened the curtains and picked up the phone.

But there are constant news jumping out.

Zheng Huiyan:

"Gentle, you look at the forum."

Gu Yuansheng:
"Oh my god, Gentle, hurry up and enter the forum, you have become more refined on the hot list."

Many classmates sent her messages, but without exception, they were all asking her to enter the forum.And at the moment, the number one on the hot list made her gentle hands tremble uncontrollably, and her eyes were moist.

She clicked on the title.

The first one is to clarify the reprint of another post.

"My classmate of Yunli No. [-] High School, I don't mean to blame you, but I really can't bear to see these words."

"I feel sad when I see it, and I can't help but want to cry. How can someone slander Senior Wen's father like this. Father Wen passed away to protect NUS students. As NUS students, how can you say such words!"

"I will release the information from Baidu Encyclopedia. If someone still slanders Papa Wen, I can only say that there is no problem with Wen Wen and Papa Wen, but that your hearts are too dirty!"

There is not much information, just a straightforward narrative of his life and identity, but the brief introduction has a strong appeal in just a few sentences.

Those who read the link on Baidu Encyclopedia were both moved and sad.

"I don't know why, but I cried."

"If Papa Wen saw the massive slander last night, I don't know how disappointed he would be. He died to maintain stability, but so many people slandered him and his only daughter left in the world."

"Papa Wen is really great/crying"

"He exchanged his own life for the life of his teammates at the moment of life and death, and then passed away!"

After being moved for a long time, some parties wrote a long message with red eyes.

"Since I want to clarify, I also want to talk about my own affairs. My sister was rescued in that turmoil. My sister has been missing for half a year. We never thought that my sister is actually in a place less than half a district away from us. place, living a life that would be worse than death, if there is no father Wen, my sister may not be able to come back, really, thank father Wen."

"Please those who have slandered, misunderstood, and spread rumors about Papa Wen, delete the rumor post and publicly apologize to Papa Wen. Papa Wen is really a respectable person and cannot be slandered like this. The country says he is loyal and resolute. Those of you who are protected by him, how can you say that he is invulnerable to all poisons and kills like hemp."

And the gentle high school classmates came one after another, whether they were in her class or just knew her, they also came out to speak,

"I'm from the High School Attached to National University, and I'm in Wenrou's class next door. At that time, some people were talking about spreading rumors about Father Wen. I also believed it for a short time. I'm really sorry, but the head teacher of our class came here to clarify Wenrou, and told us not to believe the rumors. Don’t make it worse for the gentleness of losing my father. The gentle father died less than two kilometers away from the school. The students of the National University and the High School Attached to the National University should be grateful to Papa Wen. From then on, I really respect Papa Wen .”

"So, please apologize in place for those who have slandered Papa Wen and the gentle people, and stop spreading rumors. He is our hero. You don't need to salute him, but please respect him sincerely."

The passers-by who were touched not only felt sorry for Papa Wen, but also unconsciously pity and favor Wen Wen.

"No wonder I always feel that gentleness has a big pattern. It turns out that it is in the same line as Papa Wen. Even if it is an ordinary behavior, gentleness also has the character that the orphan of a martyr should have."

"Papa Wen is the hero of NUS. Without Papa Wen, I don't know how many NUS students would have been involved in this turmoil and tortured. The reports at that time were all on CCTV. The scene where Wen Rou appeared was witnessing himself Dad passed away, but even a short substitution will feel heartbreaking. Why do so many people use this lens to slander and arrange them? Isn’t gentleness suffering enough? Those who are not grateful and still slander, their conscience Is it really okay?"

"Hey, I just saw the elegiac couplet sent to Papa Wen by my favorite writer,

[Taiping was originally ordered by the general, and the general is not allowed to see Taiping. 】

I couldn't help but have a sore nose when I saw it. "

——— "Who would have known that when Papa Wen was alive, no one praised him, and after he died for the country, there were still people who slandered him and his orphan. It's really chilling before the bones die."

Everyone in the building couldn't help but have moist eye sockets. Those who participated in spreading rumors last night finally came out and apologized sincerely.And the one who took the lead was the host who posted the post last night.

[Floor 113 (too lazy to be confused)]

"Yesterday, I was the one who first questioned Wen Rou. I posted a post to lead everyone to discuss the identity of Wen's father. Now I know the truth. I am really sorry for Wen's father. I salute you here. Thank you for protecting us. From now on, we will protect your daughter." .”

From her, apologies sprung up,

"I'm sorry, Dad Wen, I'm really sorry. I apologize for questioning you and Wenrou. I hope you don't get angry. We will protect Wenrou in the future. You can rest assured that Wenrou has us."

(End of this chapter)