Qingcheng I

Chapter 4

Have you ever had such a humble 13-year-old?

Ye Ling transferred to our school halfway.

She stepped onto the podium, like a white swan, with a relaxed posture, but there was an inexplicable alienation in her smile, as if she was used to being alone.The girls in the class immediately sat up straight and entered the emergency alert stage; however, the eyes of the boys in our class were straighter than the girls' backs.Straight, really straight.

Teacher Ouyang asked Ye Ling to introduce herself. After holding back for a long time, she said, I... I... My name is... Ye Ling.

There was some trembling in her voice, her confidence was far inferior to her demeanor.

The eyes of the boys still flashed on Ye Ling like flashlights, and the power was strong and long-lasting; while the girls read special information from her self-introduction, so they breathed a sigh of relief, and some girls even communicated in private. Er: Just a vase, still stuttering!The tone is very disdainful.

I took a look at Ye Ling, and before I had time to rate her beauty, an annoying boy in the back seat deliberately threw the pen, and the pen splashed on my back.He grinned like a convulsed fox when I gave him a hard look.

I don't know why he didn't look at Ye Ling quietly, but wasted on me.Later, I found out that he was acting like a hero to attract the attention of the beautiful woman Ye Ling.

Boys are like this, and during puberty, they will always make some inexplicable actions to attract girls.This is common to male animals. Male peacocks spread their tails like narcissists, male orangutans beat their chests like crazy, and some animals pretend to fight for courtship.Alas, the miracle hormone.

If you say that at that time, I flattered many people in my class and swallowed my anger, but I was not used to being polite to this boy who was as thin as a monkey. He is also a bullied figure in this school, so I dare Make waves in my head.

This boy who desperately acts as a clown in front of Ye Ling has a very strange name, Gu Fei.However, I keep calling him Huba.

From the bottom of my heart, I despise this "tail" boy who has nothing else on his body and only wags his tail.Changing his surname should be the biggest insult I could think of doing to him at the time.

Every moonlit night, I would put down my homework, run to the window, put my hands together on my chin, and imitate the girl praying in the oil painting, and pray to the silly moon.At that time, there were no ready-made convenient spells such as "My son, take him away" or "Baiyun's mother, take him away", so the folk self-created spell "Huba, Huba, go to hell", It became my special mantra when I prayed.Every time I fought with Huba and was beaten to the ground by him, as long as you passed the window of my house, you would see a scarred ping-pong racket that looked like a girl praying devoutly.

Obviously, my prayers didn't have much effect, otherwise, when Ye Ling came to our classroom for the first time, Huba wouldn't have been alive, and he was so proud of throwing pens and water on me, smiling like a convulsed fox.

I turned around angrily, struck out quickly, and dragged Huba's pencil case to the ground.

Bang——The sound of the pencil box falling on the ground startled the whole class, and also interrupted the class teacher Ouyang's speech asking everyone to help the new classmate Ye Ling.

Huba stood up abruptly, like a warrior, before Teacher Ouyang asked, he said, Teacher, Ai Tianya dropped my pencil case.

Petition idiot!No wonder I am in good health, and like me, I am in a class that is bullied by my classmates.

The whole class looked at me in unison, with Huba's humble expression, I stood up slowly.

The only advantage of a small person is that you don’t have to pretend, and it’s pitiful. I lowered my head and said, Teacher, I was not careful...just now...someone sprinkled water behind me just now, I was frightened, so I turned around, but accidentally Knocked down his... pencil case... After finishing speaking, I turned around and apologized to Huba, saying I'm sorry, and by the way, let Mr. Ouyang see the "water marks" behind him - so the "water mark" drawn by Huba's pen The "Momei" picture is so brightly blooming in the classroom.

In fact, I have been a little bit evil since I was a child, which is inherited from my mother.These little evils are most vividly displayed in the struggle with Huba.

Teacher Ouyang looked at Huba, and before he could speak, Huba hurriedly argued, teacher, it's not me.I don't have a pen.If you don't believe me, come and search.My deskmate can testify.

Just before Teacher Ouyang was about to go down to search, Ye Ling, who was standing on the podium, suddenly spoke, so abruptly.

She was very anxious, a little aggrieved, old...teacher, just...just...that boy... just flicked the pen...speaking...on the podium...I, I, I... saw it.

The whole class burst into laughter amidst her stuttering.

The girl astutely identified the flaws of this beautiful invader.The boy laughed, it should be to provide confidence for him to get along with this girl who thought he would be a white swan in the future—you should be like that, in the future, don’t pretend to be a swan with us, ignore our accosts, and refuse our love letters, Do not accept our gifts and kindness.We are equal.

At that time, I looked at Ye Ling in surprise. I thought there might be an intersection between us, but I never thought it would be so soon.

Ye Ling's face turned red amidst the laughter.

After school that day, many girls quietly bit their ears when they were on duty.

——I can't see this stuttering, the teacher is quite good at currying.

--is not that right?Originally, I thought she was so beautiful, and her inarticulate speech was pitiful, tsk tsk.

--Pretty?She is also called pretty?
— That's it.Don't talk, don't talk, hurry up and finish cleaning, otherwise Gu Lang won't have time to watch the basketball game...

——Ah, Gu Lang...

Ye Ling walked out of the classroom silently amidst those unbearable words. Obviously, she was not used to the crowding and isolation in this new environment.Fortunately, I'm used to it. I put my schoolbag on my back and looked at her lonely back, secretly thinking, maybe I will teach her to get used to this kind of life.

Speaking of which, children at that age are really strange. They used to run on the same person to unite the front, and they used to say bad things about others to strengthen each other's feelings.For a low-level animal like me, they are isolated, I can understand; for a good-looking girl like Ye Ling, they are also isolated, which is really unclear.

However, my dream is that one day I can grow taller normally, and I can join them, whether it is to speak ill of others together, or to run on others together.Because I don't want to be alone, I don't want no one to talk to, and I don't want to be just a joke in the eyes of others forever.

Have you ever had such a humble 13-year-old?

Did you have any similar humble and evil thoughts in your youth?
Ye Ling.

As we descended the stairs, I called her name.

She turned around, raised her head, and saw that it was me, with large patches of sunshine in her eyes, and she said forcefully, "You...you called me?"
I nodded, and walked down the stairs briskly, across from her.She is tall and thin. She came to school on the first day. She didn't wear a fat school uniform, but a small light blue coat. Inside was a small shirt with a lace collar that set off her long and slender neck. Princess like.

When I was a girl, I had the same dream as many girls, that is, I really wanted to have a beautiful lace shirt and dress myself like a princess.

very strange.As teenagers, we loved lace so much we thought it would make us princesses.

After our twenties, we have learned to question lace, thinking that too much of it on us makes us look cheap.

I raised my face, glanced at her beautiful clothes, met her clear eyes, and said softly, thank you.

Ye Ling smiled.

That kind of smile, like a flower in full bloom, is so relaxed, with a fragrant smile, slowly blooming.After so many years, I can't forget it.

I have tried countless times to imitate this smile, the smile that stretches like a flower when it blooms.This is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, it is kind and gentle, as if you can walk into her heart once you touch her smile.

One girl, facing another girl, smiled openly and without concealment.

I knew it was difficult for her to speak, so without waiting for her to speak, I quickly introduced myself, I said, my name is Ai Tianya, the name is easy to remember, isn't it?The end of the world is the end of the world.Others say that my mother doesn't love me, and wants me to stay far away from them in the future, so haha, she gave me such a name.Your name is Ye Ling, you look so good-looking, your name is as good-looking as your person...

In the stairwell, after chattering to Ye Ling a lot, I wiped off my sweat and stuck out my tongue embarrassingly.

It's not that I'm noisy, I just don't want her to talk too much, I know her shortcomings, and I'm afraid of embarrassing her.So, like a talkative mynah, I tried my best to fill the gap between me and her, for fear of silence.

I think Ye Ling understands this point.

Because we understand each other's beauty and kindness, when I was 13 years old, I had my first good friend in my life.Since then, the tall and thin Ye Ling and the short and thin Ai Tianya have become a special scene in the Municipal No. [-] Middle School.

No one is jealous of the friendship between me and Ye Ling, because they seem to disdain, what is there to envy the friendship of a stutter and a dwarf?It's strange, why do they always try to find our shortcomings and alienate us, instead of finding our strengths and accepting us?For example, Ye Ling is so kind and beautiful, and Ai Tianya is so enthusiastic and clever.

Without envy, naturally there would be no jealousy, so at most they laughed behind their backs.Or Ye Ling gave exaggerated laughter when he stuttered to answer questions in class, until Ye Ling sat back in his seat with a blushing face.

At that time, mobile phones were not common, so I couldn't send Ye Ling a text message to comfort her. I could only pass a small note to Ye Ling, which said: Ye Ling, don't be sad.The teacher is a pig head.Then draw a big pig's head on it.Then signed: End of the World.

I was waiting for Ye Ling to burst into a smile, but I didn't expect that the Chinese teacher noticed it as soon as the small note was thrown up. He rushed down, held Ye Ling's hand, and tried to grab the note, but the note fell on the ground. on the ground.Huba, the bastard, saw the note fall to the ground, rushed out of the seat, picked up the note, obsequiously handed it to the teacher, and then looked at me triumphantly.

When the teacher opened the note, my head was big.Sure enough, when she saw the pig's head drawn on the note, she was furious, scolded me, and threw me outside the classroom as punishment.

(End of this chapter)