"If the greatest luck in this world is actually..."

"What?~What are you talking about...what?"

"I want to ask a question. Sheep."

"What do you think is the luckiest thing you think now?"

"I don't know~ I never think about this problem..."

"Why, don't you want to know, no, have you never felt the luckiest?"

"Of course there is...but, it's useless...I don't need to know what the luckiest thing is...I mean, I mean, maybe this is too painful for me~"

"Why?! Isn't this very strange? I feel painful when I think of my luckiest thing. This... is not a good thing. My sheep~ No, I mean... how do you say... For you, have you really never thought about the luckiest thing you have ever encountered?"

"I~Okay... Actually, I know~"

"What is that?"

"But when I think about it, I'm in so much pain... I can't tell you..."

"Why? Sheep! Are we not good friends? Good friends shouldn't share their own... Well, I mean, since we are friends... maybe, sure, can share some things, like, now..."

"But, sharing the luckiest thing in my life is really too embarrassing me... If I say it, I will feel very painful... It will make me sad for days and nights..."

"What... is so serious... Well, I don't think so. Sorry, if you can't answer, I can only tell you that these things are not a painful thing for me... because the luckiest thing for me... is..."

"Please wait a moment...

"Why……"

"Does your thing you think is the luckiest thing that makes you suffer? Or... what do you think is the luckiest thing that is, it is not painful at all, or even, happy?"

"Of course it won't be painful... Sorry, I don't feel happy about the luckiest thing I think is at all. I even feel very happy."

"Happy... I never dare to think about this word... I even feel that it has no meaning because I am too painful... I am sorry, I can't continue this topic... because, when I think of such a thing, I feel extremely painful..."

"What kind of thing? Are you the luckiest thing?"

"Um……"

What~

"Okay...I'm sorry. I thought I could share with you...my luckiest thing..."

What~

"But if you feel it's too painful, then I should, really, stop this topic...I don't want my friends to suffer..."

"I shouldn't be your friend yet... Although this will make you sad, oh~, but I'm sorry, because of the topic just now, I started to feel very sad, and oh~ it's so painful... I'm sorry, I can't be friends with you..."

"No...how can this be...we were, friends...I'm sorry, my sheep...I'm so sorry, I shouldn't...I should pay attention to your emotions and stop talking...The luckiest thing is not important. What's important is that you can listen to me...be friends with me...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, please don't be sad..."

The tenth day I met her again.

When the transparent and gray umbrella stood out among the numerous black umbrellas, Ning Feng understood that the girl named Chen Lin should be the most shining star in his life.

A river of autumn water comes with crows, and a few yards return geese travel in two different ways.

When autumn comes, it is also when he meets her.

This unexpected coldness wrapped everyone tightly, but he was not dressed like a personal one.

Because everyone on campus knows that Ning Feng is an abandoned only son. This statement is not unpleasant, but as long as you have heard of it, you will look at him with a confused and innocent look, as if it is his own responsibility to become like this.

Or, after all, even a person who is sixteen or seventeen years old cannot cover up his inner emotions. A good relationship is good, and a bad relationship is bad.

If you are good, you are close to each other, and if you are bad, you are belittling.

Adults are no longer naive and will always be the most extreme egoists. When this world subtly frees people from their desire for money.

This most terrifying devil who squeezes other people's bodies and spirits will be infinitely amplified, and even everything will be transformed into an invisible pressure to force the children to grow up quickly.

A child who is not very familiar with the world will not really care about the joys, sorrows, and joys of a child who is abandoned by his parents. They will only care about why, his parents abandon him?

The invisible evil was released from the mouth and became an unobstructed assassinator, wearing the hypocritical mask on his face too early.

"If... we didn't know each other when we were young, maybe I wouldn't have crossed the entire floor to chat with you..."

Lin'er's ears were leaning against the pure white scarf. Her ears were not so beautiful. They were small and exquisite. Her ears were just normal people's ears. She had a pierced ear and inserted a cotton swab to prevent the ears from closing. It was very small and really small and exquisite.

Her body is still developing, so her clothes are always bigger. This is a normal phenomenon for a normal youth, but because of her existence, there are some subtle differences.

Lin'er's petiteness also grew up at this moment. She no longer looked like a child, but more like an adult or a child.

She lay on the table like this, even though she was facing him, she was just willing to look at the sky outside the window and forget the layers of books.

She seemed to slowly close her eyes and slam her chest up and down like a grunt.

He could hear her heavy breathing, he could feel the unattainable mountains on her shoulders...

He sat in his position, quietly looking at her face on the other side of her face in the name of his friend. He had never seen any throbbing in his heart, because it was her who broke the ice in his heart a little bit, and then he could never do anything else.

This is not a good thing. He felt that this old friend who had been reunited for a long time did not seem to be so... so that he could be her friend...

Everything is blocked too far...

Different residences, different classes, different floors, different... life...

And, different... words.

Different thoughts...

He is nothing more than an abandoned child...ever childish and innocent...

And she seemed to be a mature adult, saying one dreamy words to this child who was younger than her.

She seemed to be talking in her sleep.

The cuckoos at school are singing, pleasant, but also extremely annoying!

Cuckoo~

Cuckoo~

She closed her beautiful eyes, and her shiny eyelashes flashed in his eyes: "It's so good... I can have such a... magical experience... This is much more interesting than growing up... Haha... Hahahahaha..."

She laughed, and in his eyes, her hands tightly grasped.

Even her saliva flowed out with a smile, she immediately sat up straight, took a piece of paper, and the sound of the table and stools was like a few loud noises of percussion, making the classroom, which was no longer full of people, as if it was full of people, and only in an instant, calmed down.

"Do you believe it? Ning Feng..."

She picked up the drink he placed on his left hand, squinted her eyes and smiled, "I can...predict the future..."

When a girl tells you like this, what he wants to say is definitely not... about the future.

But something else.

A feeling called sentiment.

The reason why we don’t use emotions is because this kind of “feeling” is too ignorant, too confused, too affectionate.

Deep affection is really a bad thing. It will make people imagine for no reason, associate for no reason, and tell their feelings in full. It is a one-sided... courage to face an important stage of life.

Perhaps, not all.

She watched the green drink in the bottle swaying and dissipating in the bottle. She couldn't see the Adam's apple's throat so white, and the silver-white necklace.

It seems that jewelry is not allowed on campus. No, it should be that for girls, they should return to a more rustic state, in addition to jewelry, there are also earrings.

She didn't wear earrings, but she hid it, a silver necklace.

The necklace is not really silver, and there is only a trace of silver powder on it, and her neck is so beautiful.

The Adam's apple that moves up and down represents the boy's feelings for this girl.

The feelings of boys at this stage may be too simple.

They have almost no resistance to pure white and pure things. They fantasize that their female friends are pure, simple and beautiful, and with a hint of tenderness, it is best to stick to them like a sister.

This is enough.

Even, it can make a boy crazy.

After this stage, we will return to the origin.

"I don't believe it..." This boy was so straightforward.

Or in front of her, he could do this without being tactful and straightforward.

Even, there is a lack of a kind of courage to face it tactfully.

Talking to girls requires wisdom. If Ning Feng doesn’t have them, then this girl must have them.

In the classroom, the string of wind chimes prepared for the welcome party danced in the wind's soft singing, and the names written in white chalk.

Among the students on duty, there is such a name.

Ning Feng.

When the others went back, she slowly came to him from the corridor of the classroom, from the silence, and from the sound of greetings and questions.

She seemed to be able to find him anywhere.
To be continued...