About my hopeless brother and sister

"Get the hell out of here."

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Pressing the phone out, the girl gazed at the blacked out phone and lay down on the table.

There were a few textbooks spread out on the table, pencils and black carbon pens on top, and some eraser foam.

It seemed that the young girl was studying too hard, so let's take a break at this time.

But the young girl didn't close her eyes, but opened them and stared at the wall to one side. The long bangs in front of her forehead were fixed to one side with a hair clip, was it a tradition for science girls to move the hair in front of their foreheads to the side when they were doing problems, so that the CPU could dissipate heat well?

Well, it might be possible.

"Sis, that, Mom asked me to bring you a glass of milk."

There was a soft knock on the door, and as soon as the girl straightened up, the door was pushed open, and there stood a disgruntled-looking teenager in the doorway, a junior high school teenager with a boarder haircut that looked moderate, and I'm sure the haircut was put into the army to qualify. The hair seemed to have once been dyed, but now only the roots were colored a little, and the new growth was a familiar black. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and carrying a glass of milk.

The young woman smiled and said, "Thanks."

The teen grunted, walked into his sister's bedroom, put the glass of milk in front of her, and then, frowning, looked at her and said, "What's with...that asshole again?"

The young lady frowned and said, "Don't be too rude oh, Qin Feng has helped you anyway and has treated me well, so be respectful oh."

"Hmph, he doesn't have any preferential treatment for me."

The young man turned his head with a grunt, looked at his sister's wall and whispered, "Sister... do you... like him."

The young girl froze, her long bangs breaking free of the hairpin and hanging down to block the girl's eyes.

Instead of looking at her sister, the teen looked at one side of the wall, but there was nothing on the wall, and the teen didn't know what she was looking at, or maybe she was painting in her own head.

"It's not that...it's just, I'm a little concerned about the rumors."

The young woman deliberated over the statement and whispered.

"That guy isn't much better, maybe he's just a perverted rogue petty jerk who loves anger and has the audacity to talk big just like the rumors say."

The young man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and spat out a series of vicious curses.

The young woman smiled, stood up, gently pushed the teenager and said, "Go to bed, don't think about such things, and get some rest. I'll be the last day of the games tomorrow, and I'll be ready to play the day after tomorrow."

The younger brother was pushed by his sister and somewhat reluctantly walked out of her bedroom, stood in the doorway, and said, "Well, good night."

The young woman smiled and nodded, then, gently closed the door.

The room was quiet for a moment, leaving only the clock on the table ticking and counting the flow of time, like the impact of water hitting a pebble. The young woman fell backwards, slamming heavily into the bed. Looking at the ceiling above her head.

"Qin Feng... is not... that kind of person."

The young girl closed her eyes and murmured in a small but firm voice, believing but still with a prayer.

Chapter 27 - About My Hopeful Despair (I)

Is the pursuit of tragedy considered a perverse sentiment for humans seeking the pleasure of being abused?

This is not easy to define, because tragedy is also a very important subject in human drama, what is the value of tragedy? Is the value of tragedy to make human beings miserable, when such a thing as drama should be a spiritual pursuit, and humans seek to make themselves miserable? Or is it simply to appreciate the artistry of tragedy?

So, what kind of tragedy is tragedy, what kind of tragedy is artistic, or how to define and describe the "artistry" of tragedy?

"To destroy what is beautiful for others to see is tragic."

Is it true that breaking a vase in front of someone is tragic, or painting a picture in front of someone is tragic? Whose tragedy is this supposed to be? I don't think destroying a beautiful thing is a tragedy, making humans feel desperate is a tragedy.

Ah, I'm not an artist or a critic, if that makes me a critic at all. Well, I'm not a critic at all, I'm just an annoying guy who spits out his opinions. So you can ignore what I've said above and just use the words of my ancestor in your writing.

What kind of despair is the most desperate? Should a tragedy begin with a sledgehammer bang bang bang bang bang and smash a work of art? Is that a tragedy? Does this really work well? If this is a tragedy, then the author is really much better off.

A tragedy, is that the person first incredibly careful care of the vase, incredibly serious and careful cleaning, and then let others see the relationship with the vase, and the little bit of the vase, let people know the value of the vase, and then, when people are immersed in this happy and peaceful atmosphere, bam bam bam.

If you want to make people despair, give hope first, take it away from others, and then destroy it, a little bit, before it's a tragedy.

After paying homage to the war martyrs, finally entered the free tour, we scattered in groups from the tall monument, along the stone steps talking to each other to leave.

Today, which is the day of the first-year students' autumn tour, we started in the morning and it's now 10:00 a.m. More than a thousand people walked up along the road, and that was a grand enough scene. Despite the name Fall Tour, the plants all around didn't seem to understand that it was fall, or that the plants that had been ready to go dormant before decided to live a little longer in these last days of returning summer light. One by one, they were lush and green, barely decaying, and the sun was shaded by the unknown trees overhead, feeling a bit shady in their short sleeves instead.

The sounds in the air crossed back and forth, the cool breeze mixed with the smell of damp soil, swirling out and in from the human body, making you feel like the haze and exhaust fumes you breathe in your lungs are also taken away with you. Looking into the distance, full of greenery, the city's tall buildings in the distance are like toy models, tightly surrounded by nature, playing with them.

Well, I should say that even in the city is not so exaggerated, the nature under the feet is not managed by humans. I can't even throw a piece of garbage away, but I don't want to throw it anywhere.

The stone steps are very random, the height between the two steps is not equal, so there is always a trance-like feeling when you walk, although it is a free activity, but at noon we have to meet at a small square in the mountain for lunch, now it's noon, so we can't go far.

And this is just a small mountain, and there is no attraction on it, the only thing you can do is to walk slowly on this stone staircase, and enjoy this rare school-organized excursion in groups. As long as you don't have to study in school, it's very enjoyable to do anything.

The student council was in charge of this event, so the president should be preparing lunch in the plaza right now. Those who are organized are ready to go around, after all, everyone has a map in their hands, maybe they want to find their way for the evening audition. But I'm the one who doesn't have an organization, Wu Mo Xi has already been brought along by Qin Lan, and Xiang Zhe didn't come at all, so I'm left all alone.

Of course it's best this way, I can go anywhere I want if I'm by myself.

I looked at the map in my hand, now in front of me is a fork in the road, on the left is a path without a road, because the slope is fine, a path that people step out from the pine forest, there is no such path on the map, but I saw that this small high ground down can appear near the small square, but where I'm not sure, or after I deduced the result, I haven't gone through it yet.

In front of me, there is a stone stairway, but it goes smoothly to the small square.

To the right is to a small Kannon Temple, and many people are going up there now, not understanding what they want to worship. But to say that small Guanyin Temple, but there is a big Guanyin statue, there are also many scattered stone statues there, during the day is fine, at night will become very scary? Well, I think I've figured out the student union's routine.

On second thought, there's nothing to do right now anyway, and there's a lot of people ahead of me, so I'll just take a little detour to stop by and see if this road will work, and if it doesn't, I'll just go back.

Picking aside a branch on one side, I got underneath the pine tree, a strong smell of turpentine came to my face, the soil under my feet was wet and a bit slippery, kind of like mud, maybe because the heavy rain from the previous days hadn't fully penetrated, I reached out and held on to the trunk of the tree, as a result, the sticky turpentine stuck to my hand.

What a pungent smell.

I pulled out a paper towel and wiped my hand, but the smell didn't go away at all, so I'd better go wash it off when I got back. I stepped carefully on the somewhat slippery mud, judging the general direction, and headed over there. The pine forest was dense, and in many places it was so entrenched that I had to go around it. Birds flew over my head and seemed to notice my unwelcome visitor. I looked at the dense forest in front of me and could barely see out, the noise of the otherwise noisy crowd was becoming inaudible, the only sound left was the sound of my feet snapping and popping.

It looks like I'll have to brush my shoes when I get back.

The ground was not only slippery but also had a lot of broken roots that appeared nowhere.

I can't help but start to regret, why do I have to walk here instead of a good road, this is not in line with my style, a road must be built for a reason, not to take the road built by others to have to walk is such a pain.

Well, well, that's a lesson to remember, and that is if someone else has already built you a road, then don't go looking for a shortcut, especially one that no one else has taken.

After a short run through the woods, the noise of the crowd reappeared outside. Looking at my watch, I didn't realize how much time it consumed me, but it was actually dinner time by the time I got to the place. I opened the most front of the tree branches, a moment of blinding vision in front of me, a large number of people out of the small square, the noise of the crowd as a dense swarm of bees. The first thing you need to do is to look at the crowd in front of you in a daze, and you actually have a trance.

This is considered to be the rotten man as confused, after a person to walk around the silence of time, in front of the sudden appearance of human traces, actually let me some puzzlement.

I threw my head back, looked at the chaotic crowd, stood to the side, and carefully wiped the edge of my shoes with a tissue, if the chairman saw my shoes, he would probably say a lot of crap about me being safe and not running around. I tossed the tissues into a trash can on one side, then, walked over to the class assembly point.

"Brother..."

The chairman, standing behind a pile of box lunches, looked at me with an ambiguous smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and then said, "Why, I remembered I prepared lunch for you me, bring it out."