This situation

Chapter 23

Regardless of the latest scientific research report, the female teacher of developmental psychology always said that girls are not as intelligent as boys, boys are more creative than girls, and Guan Ning doesn't like her class.In the earlier classes, at most she suppressed her anger and sneered silently, or took out a small book and read it by herself, but today it seemed like a nest of grass was burning under her buttocks, and she couldn't sit still no matter what.The teacher said again that the college entrance examination is good for girls and not good for boys, the reason is that girls will work harder than boys.

A person who can't even work hard, what qualifications does he have to talk about his smartness or strength with someone who is stronger than him?I don't know who taught this teacher's logic.

For the first time, Guan Ning packed her schoolbag, raised her hand to tell the teacher that she was not feeling well, and walked out of the classroom dignifiedly.

She won't go out, whoever she loves will go up.When she went out, she sneered, feeling that she was possessed by a little lady.The whole person is relaxed, only the chatter behind him is broken.

This well-known good student suddenly changed, and the developmental psychology teacher couldn't figure it out, so he said after a while, that he really needs to rest if he is uncomfortable.I don't know whether to tell it to myself or to the students below.

Not caring that he was the topic of classmates, Guan Ning was walking in the already colorful campus, not wanting to go back to the dormitory, let alone go home.At the moment when her heart is extremely depressed, she wants to buy herself into the sand, with only two feet exposed, or buy a train ticket to the farthest city in China, and drive all the way without stopping.When reading "Norwegian Forest", Guan Ning envied the sad Mr. Watanabe, who could travel all over Japan with a bag on his back.She also wanted to be like that, with a frustrated heart, wandering around, without an expected end point, and didn't want to return.But she can't, she is like a bird imprisoned, a kite pulled by a red string, a puppet pulled up.

Guan Ning smiled wryly, it turned out that those words about lovelorn becoming sensitive and slender are true.Some people become poets when they are broken in love. Whether it is wind and rain, clouds or branches, leaves and flowers, they are all laments, whispers, and the voice and shadow of the lover.Others, on the other hand, became philosophers.

But she will not be satisfied with letting herself indulge in such a sad situation, she is thinking about what she can do to make herself happy, at least not thinking about someone all day long.

Ah, someone.Guan Ning laughed at himself for being snobby.I think that when I liked someone, my mind was full of obedience, but now I feel hopeless, and I don’t even want to mention that person’s name.

unwilling.

Every time I think of this name, there is always sweetness and sadness in my heart one after another. At that moment, I no longer look like myself.After that, it will lead to another question that is difficult to answer, what kind of self is it?The answer is a more sad fact. In front of Fang Congwen, Guan Ning feels more like herself. Even though she often musters up the courage to show her hippie, at least she doesn't have to be vigilant all the time that she will show unwillingness to follow blindly or It is to constantly check whether you meet the expectations of those around you.

In front of Fang Congwen, she can feel that her passing life has unique meaning.

At the moment, the music on her ipod Classical is the classical and jazz that Fang Congwen likes; the books of Fang Congwen are in her Kindle. When she is not in class or does not want to go to class, she looks at every page as if Fang Congwen is with her , She read between the lines to find Fang Congwen's hobbies, her favorite books, her favorite utensils, and her favorite food.

The black butterfly silk scarf that Fang Congwen lent her is still in her bedroom, lying on her bed, carrying Fang Congwen's breath.She told the owner of the silk scarf that the cat had scratched and snagged the original silk scarf, so she bought an identical one and returned it to her.When she lied face to face, she was very guilty. Fang Congwen thought she was embarrassed, and wanted her to return the scarf and wanted to give her money.She insisted repeatedly that she was rich.Fang Congwen laughed at the "I have money" to her, and then asked her what kind of cat she had at home.She said that it was not a domestic cat, but a stray cat in the school, and told Fang Congwen that she would sometimes feed the stray cats.

She does feed the stray cats, and sometimes buys a few ham sausages to feed them, although the stray cats will only rub her shoes and meow at her, and will not scratch her scarf.

Fang Congwen didn't become suspicious, nor would anyone else.Everyone thinks she is a good child, and her thoughts are unknown.

She would lie and skip class.

Eating a dim sum for lunch in an empty restaurant, chirping sparrows fly overhead from time to time, and some sparrows will stay on unoccupied tables to peck, only round but still able to fly.Guan Ning decided to skip the afternoon class together.Ride out, go along a road, and then switch to another road at the end of the road, go on, go on, until... until you have no strength.

The itinerary was blind, and there were not many beautiful scenery-Guan Ning didn't care to look at the scenery. It wasn't until the vegetation gradually became thinner and the population gradually lessened that Guan Ning realized that he was riding hard and riding a little farther.I opened the phone map and looked stupid. Not far away is Moon Lake, next to it is Sheshan, and there is Le Méridien Hotel.Parked the bicycle at the pedestrian resting place on the side of the road, took out the thermos cup in the bag and took a sip of hot water, planning to ride back to school after a short rest.

Unexpectedly, crackling, crackling, bean-sized raindrops fell on the glass shed, and there was a burst of autumn rain.The autumn wind blew into the rest place with rain and a little fragrance of flowers, and the sweaty body shivered, which was quite cool.Guan Ning pulled up the zipper of his jacket, clicked on the weather software, and smiled wryly.Why didn't I think of checking the weather forecast when I went out?What is more tragic than the rain on the road is that the rain is not a shower - the software shows that the rain will continue for the next ten hours.

Quickly considering the current situation, there are roughly four choices that can be made:

[-]. When it is not raining, ride directly back to school. It will take about three hours. The risk is that you may have a fever or catch a cold;

[-]. Find a hotel here and stay here. If you don’t have enough cash, you can use your mother’s supplementary card. The risk is that your mother will immediately know that you are in Sheshan, so how do you explain it?

[-]. Call the little uncle or the little lady, if they are free, they can pick me up. The risk is that one more person besides the parents will have to explain by themselves;

[-]. Call a taxi to go back to school, and the bicycle can be put in the trunk. The risk is that the taxi here cannot take you to the urban area, and most of the vehicles are operated informally. Recently, there have been news of female college students missing in black cars. Don't want to be one of them.

The last thing Guan Ning wanted to do was to explain, even if his mother wouldn't keep asking him why he skipped class and why he ran so far away.She felt it was her duty to explain, and she would feel guilty if she kept her mouth shut—what a grinding superego.

In this way, the only choice that can be made is just around the corner.

Pushing the bicycle out of the pedestrian resting place, putting on the hat of the coat, and getting on the bicycle, Guan Ning made up his mind to go home.Suddenly, an umbrella above her head covered the raindrops, and a scent of sandalwood made her tremble all over.

Is it such a coincidence, or, fate?

"Guan Ning, what are you going to do?" There was anger in her voice that she had been thinking about for a long time.She didn't know what to be angry with this man.

Fang Congwen was standing next to her. After leaving the hotel, he saw a familiar rose-red figure not far away. He was a little surprised when he approached.I didn't expect to see this little girl here, and when I got closer and closer, I couldn't help but get angry with this person.Even though it was raining, this girl still planned to ride home like this?Even if you don't want to find an adult, you can at least call a car to go back, even if you wait for the rain to subside.

Guan Ning looked at Fang Congwen, who was dressed in blue, light gray scarf, and holding a blue umbrella, and "Rain Lane" flashed through his head.

"... On the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to meet a girl who is full of sorrow like a lilac. She has the same color as a lilac, the fragrance like a lilac, and the sadness like a lilac. Hesitant..."

However, this sad, sad and hesitant girl seemed to be herself.Fang Congwen is not like Lilac, she is neither melancholy nor complaining.She is like a lotus, resigned from the world and independent.She is like a pine tree, tall and straight and vigorous.She is like a stick of bamboo, elegant and tough.Guan Ning can find many beautiful things that can be compared to Fang Congwen, but he can only describe one side of her, as if she changed into another in the blink of an eye.She is like a star, like a moon, and like a rising sun. Seeing her seems to see hope and the whole world.Fascinated by such a person, I don't know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate.

"Go back to school." Guan Ning heard his dry voice, "I plan to go back to school, and I have class tomorrow."

"It's raining?"

"Ah."

"Ride back to school?"

"Ah."

"Are you a fool? At least buy a raincoat."

"Ah, I forgot." Guan Ning patted himself on the head embarrassedly.On the way here, I didn't pay attention to the shops on the roadside, but as long as there is a convenience store or some small shop, there is a high probability of buying a raincoat.

She raised her hand, the bright red line on her wrist hurt Fang Congwen's eyes.Fang Congwen sighed secretly and said, "Let's go."

Guan Ning oh-oh twice, then stepped on the pedal of the bicycle in a daze.Fang Congwen didn't dodge in front of her side, and was hit by the front wheel.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Guan Ning jumped out of the car abruptly, and wanted to wipe it with her hand. Regardless of the bicycle lying on the side of the road, she looked at the two dark and wet tire marks on Fang Congwen's pants. Consciously sinful. "Are you OK?"

Has this girl lost her soul?Fang Congwen looked down at his trousers, grabbed Guan Ning who was flustered, and said, "I'm fine, don't wipe it off, we'll talk about it when we go back. Come with me, and take your bicycle with you."

"Oh……"

Walking beside Guan Ning holding an umbrella for her, Fang Congwen asked again, "What are you thinking?"

Guan Ning lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing." Do you want to tell her that my mind is full of poets' sorrows and sorrows? "I'm sorry for dirtying your pants, won't it affect your business?" If Fang Congwen came here to discuss business, it would be terrible.

"Don't worry, I'm here to rest." I wanted to relax, but I accidentally ran into this little fool, and I can meet you anywhere—if you have a destiny.