2006: School beauty loves me again

Chapter 184 Love and Love
On the night before the college entrance examination, the pressure on Fangyuan was not brought by knowledge, but by conscience.

The so-called mastery and harmony of thoughts is just a good wish, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach this state.

For example, after doing something bad, most people will feel guilty. It is not that there are no people who feel that mistakes are justified, but very few.

Many people say that there is no right or wrong in love, it is inappropriate.There is no right or wrong in love, but there are right and wrong things to do.

Loving one person is right, loving many people...

At different ages and in different environments, people will always meet all kinds of opposite sexes, and their shining points will break into their eyes at subtle and specific moments. It may take a long time to meet, get acquainted, and get to know each other, but falling in love is only a moment .

Fang Yuan made the above excuses for being a scumbag.

He understood that what they said was true about bullshit love, and he was just doing it for sex.

One after another, he couldn't let go of each one, greedy and shameless.

Rebirth not only made him cautious in his career, but also allowed him to be free and easy in life.

In other words, to be careful outside is to be casual in private...

At first, he only had Shen Ningfei in his heart, a silk thread that had lasted for 17 years.

Later, Chen Xiaowan's iron chain was also tied up, and Li Li was also tied up...

Fang Yuan felt like a rice dumpling for the Dragon Boat Festival, or a crab for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

His whole heart was tied up like a wishing tree, but... Don't say that he is happy with himself, if anyone dares to come over with scissors, he will fight you desperately!
There are only eight hours left before the first Chinese exam.

The last quarter moon on the 22nd of the lunar calendar is floating in the sky full of stars, swaying and shining light into the window lattice.

The big devil lay on the desk chatting with the little devil.

If a snail understands love, Mr. Demon King will definitely spit on Fangyuan.

The snail in the glass bottle has long, soft and cute eyes, separated from the square fingers by a thin layer of glass.

"Sister Chen, Sister Li, and Sister Shen, if you nod your head, I'll...fuck!"

The big snail slowly retracted into its shell, not wanting to listen to him anymore.

"Yes, it's very late, you want to sleep, I don't blame you."

The door was opened, and Chen Wan slipped in facing the moonlight.

"Are they all asleep?" Fang Yuan turned around and asked.

"Yeah. I just listen to your thoughts outside the house. What are you talking about with the little snail?"

Chen Wan walked behind Fang Yuan, let him lean on her chest, and rubbed his temples with a pair of small white hands.

Gently massaging round and round, Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"Don't go there tonight."

"Ah."

Speechless for a long time, but extremely comfortable.

Fang Yuan asked himself a question, if you fail a good person, will you be punished?
Probably not.

It's just...you just need to realize that what you're missing is the ceiling you once had in your life.

You can live up to her, which means that you have no perception of beautiful things, and this kind of God-sent opportunity, God will not give you twice.

For the rest, just move forward, but you have to accept that your luck will revert to the mean.

Of course, the person you let down will also revert to the mean. After all, her lower limit is you, and your upper limit is her.

She had bad luck to meet your fate, and the peak of your life is to meet her.

Now, everything is back on track.

From then on, you are two parallel lines that will never intersect. In the process of moving forward gradually, she will definitely forget the past before you.

Fangyuan's heart suddenly tightened, she stood up, and wrapped Chen Wan in her arms.

"Chen Xiaowan, don't cry."

"May you bully others, but don't let me cry? Why are you so overbearing?"

Chen Wan was indeed crying slightly, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Stinky boy, think about how many times you have made me cry recently."

Fang Yuan stroked her back and stroked her hair.

Fang Yuan was afraid.

"After the exam in two days, let's go camping and watch the stars. You can go wherever you want, okay? Or what do you want to eat? How about going to see the giant pandas, just you and me."

Chen Wan leaned back, held his face, wiped Fangyuan's wet eyes, and made a smudge on his lips.

"Okay, whatever you say is fine. Concentrate on the exam first, it's too late, let's sleep."

Fang Yuan didn't speak anymore, but he knew in his heart that his arrogance and self-righteous free and easy really slashed Chen Wan's heart severely.

Maybe... I will really lose Chen Wan.

Sleeping on the new sheets and quilt, Chen Wan fell asleep like a quiet kitten, nestled in Fangyuan's arms.

……

On June 6th, Fang Yuan woke up early, but Chen Wan woke up earlier.

When called to the next door, a sumptuous breakfast was ready.

Four girls, one big, one small, all neatly present.

Fang Yuan, who plunged into the crowd of fairies, enjoyed all kinds of encouraging smiles.

The admission ticket, pencil eraser and so on were all put into a small transparent bag.

Fangyuan put on her shoes, summoned up her courage and wanted to give Chen Xiaowan a big kiss in public, but Xu Zihan rushed over with her bare feet.

"Come on, pot, don't worry about the exam. I won't go to kindergarten today. I will help you watch the three sister-in-laws at home and don't tell them to fight."

"Hehe, goodbye!"

On a scorching hot day, Fang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat, didn't dare to look at anyone's face, turned around and hurried out.

……

The road is closed, the signal of the entire test center is blocked, the parents are standing outside the school gate under the sun, and a row of orange riders "running fast" are neatly parked on the side of the road...

Fang Yuan bowed his head, walked around the rider's area, and walked into the courtyard of No. [-] Middle School.

The first subject is Chinese.

This is the subject Fangyuan is most confident in. Other subjects she is confident in include Mathematics, English and Comprehensive Literature.

There are two students from No. [-] Middle School in this examination room, but Fang Yuan is not familiar with them, and there are no students in the same class.

After sitting for a while, the invigilator arrived.

15 minutes before the exam, the bell rang for the first time.

The invigilator read out the discipline of the examination room, and the other checked the candidates' admission tickets from table to table, looked at the photos, and looked at the candidates' faces.

10 minutes before the test, the answer sheet will be distributed.

5 minutes before the exam, hand out the test paper.

The invigilator reminds candidates to fill in their name and test number in the designated area of ​​the test paper, and they cannot answer the questions before the bell rings.

Fang Yuan directly turned to the last page, the composition title: I can.

' Sure enough, nothing changed. '

Ring!

The serious invigilator shouted: "The exam begins!"

Fangyuan started to answer the questions with a lollipop in her mouth.

Suddenly remembered something, I forgot to buy water...

Answering the questions was very smooth, and I wrote the composition smoothly all the way.

Subject: I can.

You can choose your own ideas, styles, and topics.

There is no exception for poetry, but it is impossible for Fang Yuan to actually write a poem, because he doesn't have that ability.

But self-determination is very suitable for Fangyuan to play. With his experience in the world, isn't it easy to write some profound essays?
Fang Yuan didn't deliberately read the college entrance examination model essays in her previous life, but she did in this life.

He knew the topic of the composition a long time ago, and "absorbed" a lot of golden sentences on the Internet a few days ago.

The title "I Can" is similar to the "Fulfillment" written by Fang Yuan last year, and more than half of it can be used with a different idea.

Fangyuan didn't pause, and wrote like wind according to the memorized manuscript.

Wujiang committed suicide, the overlord held his sword, and the pines irrigated by vigorous blood withered in an instant, turning into sadness in the rustling autumn wind.

There is no nobility without tragedy, this is what Mr. Yu Qiuyu said.

Farewell to Concubine Yu, the overlord, is eternally tragic, and it originated from a man's extreme perception of me.When the flag of "Han" was hoisted in the joint venture, the sound of Liu Bang's hooves sounded under the gai.The overlord of Chu can only defend his most important dignity with the heat of withered life.

I hate, wish I could travel through thousands of years of time and space, wish I could fly to the bank of Wujiang River, and use my weak hands to firmly pull down the sword that wants to drink blood.

I will tell him: Victory and defeat are unpredictable, and it is a man who endures humiliation and humiliation.Jiangdong has many talents, and it is unknown if he will make a comeback.

The self-denial in the predicament shackled the dream of dominating the world, and the desolation of besieged on all sides extinguished the starlight that the hero once illuminated the world.

Su Dongpo looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, and his life was filled with the fragrance of heaven and earth.

I saw the white clothes fluttering in the wind.

This unrivaled prodigy known as "cannot be one" but "hard to have two", a bumpy celebrity who has been wandering all her life, is a chapter of transcending herself and interpreting a magnificent life.

The unwarranted "Wutai Poetry Case" almost brought our question mark into disaster, and Jinkou, who was spitting pearls, wailed miserably in the torture; , Wandering all over the world, body like duckweed.

The boundless world is his wandering without a fixed place. He knows himself as broad-minded, so he can't live in Mizhou in the smoky miasma.
He knows that he is free and easy, so he still "why not sing and walk slowly" in the miserable Huangzhou;
He knew himself to be detached, so he still sang "nine deaths in the southern desert, I don't hate, love and travel is the best in life" in the lonely and remote Qiongzhou.

The undiminished enthusiasm in the suffering experience allowed Su Dongpo to win a romantic and unrestrained life, surpassing the narrow ego of a man, and creating a magnificent and indelible brilliance.

Xiang Yu's eyes looking into the future were covered by the floating clouds of the raid, and his ambitious plan was wiped out in his own weakness, while the proud Dongpo, relying on self-transcendence, added an indelible and gorgeous sunflower to the long river of history.

It took less than an hour and a half for Fang Yuan to answer all the questions.

After writing the last word, he was silently in a daze, thinking of Chen Xiaowan, thinking of Li Li...he remembered the second chapter of "Countless Me" which was specially written for Big Brother B on Tianya a few days ago (Big Brother chapter, posted on related work).

Should a man be himself or not?

Love and being loved are subjective, and it is best to love each other.

Laughing at himself, Fang Yuan stood up and handed in the paper.

Damn, write a composition and feel a chicken feather!

(End of this chapter)