2006: School beauty loves me again

Chapter 12 012. Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and the young year is not as good as the big one

In three days, Fang Yuan slept for nearly fifty hours.

The feeling of trance and time confusion is very mysterious, and I seem to have some random dreams, but most of them are mixed with fragments of various past and present lives, and I can't remember them clearly.

After waking up, he lay motionless on the bed for a long time.

Want to recall the dream, but always distracted and fall into cranky thoughts.

He was thinking: Why did he meet Shen Ningfei on the train?Why have you already met, but still miss it inexplicably?Will what I say affect her?

The mystery of cause and effect in the world is nothing more than this.

Fang Yuan was scared, and felt that his act of going to Ji Ning rashly was too impulsive.

In her previous life, she was a college classmate of her college classmate's high school classmate. Although the two were in the same city, they were not in the same school. They didn't meet until 14 years after graduation. At that time, she resigned from the system and founded her first company. .

After graduating from graduate school, she taught people to play the flute in a private educational institution, and was introduced by her classmates to work in her company to pay social security...

From now, there are still eight years.

Eight years, there are too many things that can change.

It takes only seven years for all human cells to be replaced once...

Three views, personality, appearance, at this time, is she the one I know.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't come up with an answer, but made a decision.

In order to avoid impulsiveness and carry out the stability-seeking thought of "I examine myself three times a day", he decided to write a diary.

So, after a whole day of shopping, he started to record the running account.

A diary with a lock is a very useless thing. Those who really want to peek at the diary can tear it apart without much effort. He bought an ordinary gray notebook, which is similar to the one that records future clues.

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April 2006, 5, sunny.

After waking up, I was not very happy. I wanted to spend money to buy happiness, but I got it.

HP V3172TU notebook, seven thousand, expensive, no way, just use it.

The main reason is that the optical drive is good, the memory is large, and the 14-inch is enough for watching movies.

The three Blu-ray discs, "A Chinese Journey to the West" Part [-] and [-], and "The Butterfly Effect" are must-sees.

I suddenly want to play the guitar. I haven't touched it for many years. It's five hundred and five, and the quality is okay.

Edifier speakers, bought in advance.

There is a new store called 'Let's Go' in the commercial street. I drank a cup of pearl milk tea...

Oh, never drink again, but this can be done.

I made an appointment with Ke Shao to see you on the 6th, making money is the most important thing.

After more than two hours of cleaning, I forgot to eat.

Today is a calm day.

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Putting the two tickets in the diary, Fang Yuan went out to find a noodle shop.

Before the face-to-face, Liu Su sent a text message.

[Are we starting tutoring on the [-]th? 】

Fang Yuan thought for a while, and replied: [OK, you can come on the fifth. 】

【But what time? 】

[Not yet decided, I will tell you tomorrow. 】

【Oh. 】

He planned to make an appointment with Chen Wan tomorrow, but the phone rang just as he left the noodle shop. After seeing the caller, he thought it was a coincidence.

After connecting, it was Chen Wan's lazy voice:

"Hi, are you back?"

"I came back last night."

"Then you didn't tell me during the day? Why do you want to learn!"

Chen Wan raised her tone:
"I've spared you time, and you still don't care? I'll go to your house at 09:30 tomorrow!"

The corners of Fangyuan's eyes twitched, and before she had time to speak, Chen Wan had already hung up.

He could imagining Chen Wan's furious look on the other side of the phone, took a breath, and sent Liu Su a message:
[Nine twenty the day after tomorrow. 】

Basic second reply: [Yes. 】

Fang Yuan didn't reply, but Liu Su sent another message: 【Let me bring you breakfast by the way. 】

Fang Yuan replied: [Two deep-fried dough sticks, a drawer of steamed buns, a bowl of tofu nao, some leek flowers in the marinade. 】

[...It's really edible. 】

Fang Yuan thought for a second, but didn't return.

After he got home and tuned his guitar, he sat on the sofa to find out how he felt, and then entertained himself for a while.

I didn't feel sleepy until midnight, I read "A Chinese Journey to the West" once, and it was almost three o'clock before falling asleep.

In the dream, it was Spring Thirty Girls’ peach blossoms where no grass grew, it was Bai Jingjing riding the Supreme Treasure and rolling around on the cliff, it was Zixia’s classic film history looking back, blinking and smiling, and the figure of Fengguan Xiapei falling high into the sky...

It is two hands that cannot be held together no matter what.

'The man in my dream is a hero of the world, he will step on the clouds of seven colors to marry me... I guessed the beginning, but I couldn't guess the ending. '

I also dreamed that Chen Wan, Liu Su, Li Lihe would meet some people they hadn't met yet.

When he woke up at 07:30, he found that he had a wet dream.

While washing his underpants, he thought to himself.

Did all the parts get smaller when Conan got smaller?What about the Hulk?

He and Shen Ningfei have lived together for several years and know the beauty of that matter.

Back at this time, he was still a physical boy, although many boys in the third year of high school were not, but he was.

It's really strange, at my age, I only know how to play games. Is this different from monkeys stealing flat peaches?
Low.

Then I remembered a few words: Kun is so big, I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is... soaring up to [-] miles... the morning bacteria don’t know the dark days, the crickets don’t know the spring and autumn... how do the two insects know!Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and young years are not as good as big ones...

Through the second brother, I even thought of "Xiaoyaoyou", and there is no one else.

Suddenly, I was stunned. Didn't I feel that I was arrogant and self-proclaimed Kunpeng when I was born again...

I don't know when cause and effect will come, only to realize that I am just a poor ice bug?

No, this must not be allowed to happen.

Who says a butterfly can't flap its wings when it's too small?

Who can predict all the three declines and six prosperity in life?
Lan Jieying, the mother of Spring Thirty, is very popular in her career, can she know her tragic fate in the later period?

Beauty and intelligence can become dangerous bait if not put to good use.

Looking at myself in the mirror, no, it's so handsome, it's too dangerous.

In 06, many things have already begun to change or are lurking to change. Time is tight, and he dare not and should not take any wrong step.

After drinking soy milk at the breakfast shop, I happened to meet the master who came to install the network cable.

This year, fiber-to-the-home has started, but it's still expensive.

Fangyuan has no choice. In his old house, he can't even connect to China Mobile, so he can only choose to grow broadband.

100M a year 1280.

A few pieces of Kuwo Music had just played, and Chen Wan came.

"Is your house so clean? The smell of mutton is gone."

Seeing her standing at the door looking around, wrinkling her nose and sniffing, Fang Yuan slapped her forehead and said:

"A living environment that is too dirty and messy is not conducive to physical and mental growth. Usually no one comes to my house, so I only have a pair of slippers. You wear mine first. I will go to the supermarket to buy two pairs now."

Chen Wan said "oh", then took off her little leather boots, her socks were bleached, and she began to patrol around in her large slippers.

I was amazed while watching, the smell of lemon aromatherapy is very fresh...

There are still so many pots of Clivia, this flower is not easy to grow, can the brat keep alive?
Tsk tsk, the kitchen refrigerator is packed...

Into the bedroom.

He bought a computer?
Where does so much spare money come from?
The music is pretty good...

So many new books?
"24 Histories", "Tao Te Ching"...

It's similar to Li Li's, "The Development Trend of Mobile Internet"?Does he understand?
Chen Wan put the satchel and a cloth bag on the desk, then sat by the bed, stretched her legs, and looked at the layout of the room.

Due to Fang Yuan's special family background, as the homeroom teacher, she cared about her for a while in the first year of high school, and even visited her home several times, but every time she came, it was a mess.

These days, she always thinks of him inexplicably, it's not for anything else, but she feels that Fang Yuan's speech, demeanor, and eyes are all changed.

He even took the initiative to ask for make-up lessons?

It's unbelievable.

Seeing his clean 'new home', she was full of doubts, saying that boys mature late, why did he seem to have matured overnight.

Fang Yuan came back with two pairs of size 38 women's cloths, and saw Chen Wan holding another musical instrument she bought yesterday.

He walked over in his socks, gave her the new slippers, and changed them back for himself.

Chen Wan raised her toes and said with a smile: "It's still a bear, but you can buy it. How can you buy two pairs?"

"Oh yes, Liu Su said that she also wants to come to make up lessons, tomorrow."

Chen Wan blinked playfully, nodded playfully, then shook the eight-hole flute in her hand, and said:

"You can play the flute?"

"This is the hole flute."

"Really?" Chen Wan carefully looked at the dark bamboo stick: "Then you can play the flute?"

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes: "No, I want to learn. Old Ban, let's change the subject."

"Oh, I see you still have a guitar in your bedroom. Can you play the guitar? Never heard of it."

Fang Yuan said, "No more lessons?"

Chen Wan is very curious about this boy now, so she said:
"At any rate, let me take a break. I came from my parents, which is quite far away."

"He can play the guitar."

Fang Yuan got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of iced Coke, thought about it and put it back, poured a glass of lemonade made in the morning and walked back: "Many boys can play, and Liu Huanshu in the class can."

Chen Wan took a sip of water, went to the house and took out the guitar for him, sat on the sofa and said:

"I'll listen to you play a song. I also practiced for a few days when I was in college, but after I got my manicures, I didn't want to play anymore."

Fang Yuan played the classic melody of "Mission: Impossible" a few times, which was not difficult.

"You don't need a pick?"

"No need."

Chen Wan became playful: "Can you play and sing?"

"What do you want to hear?"

Chen Wan thought for a while, and finally said: "Whatever you want, as long as you are good at it."

Fang Yuan thought, that's too much.

K song little prince, find out.

Adjusting his posture, putting his feet on the coffee table, sitting next to Chen Wan, he sang softly.

The style of the song is relaxed and bright, and the voice is moderate and melodious. I sang it several times last night, and I quickly entered the state.

In Chen Wan's eyes, the background gradually blurred, leaving only him with his head down playing and singing in high spirits.

At the end of the song, seeing Chen Wan's surprised expression, he said triumphantly:
"How about it? It's not an exaggeration to be popular with thousands of girls at my level."

Chen Wan said blankly: "It's really nice, what song is this?"

Hearing this question, Chang Fangyuan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)