The chirping of cicadas plays in midsummer.
The whirling tree shadows and rustling locust trees. The wind that occasionally blows through the steel and concrete reveals an unknown fragrance and freshness.
It belongs to a certain flower or someone.
The pure white floral dress is like a blooming lily, swaying with the smell of first love. The quiet pretty face under the window is always expressing her joy and anger to a piece of paper, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad.
So jealous
If only I were that book.
"Hey, Jiang Chen, I'm drooling." That boy Zhao Peng came close to Jiang Chen's ear, smiled mischievously and squeezed him.
"Ni Zuokai." Jiang Chen glanced at him, then turned slightly to his side and lay down on the table to sleep.
It was as if I had just faced that way unintentionally.
"Ahem, let me tell you. If you like Tao Tingting, go and chase her, huh!" Jiang Chen jumped up suddenly and covered his best friend's mouth.
"You really want to die!" Jiang Chen cradled Zhao Peng's neck and growled at Zhao Peng with his face flushed.
That boy Zhao Peng had a mean expression on his face, rolling his eyes desperately and pretending to be dead.
The girl at the front desk turned around and laughed as she watched the two of them playing tricks. Boys who had good relations with Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately gathered around, cheering and shouting.
As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed this side.
It was a slightly confused look.
Jiang Chen felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.
The base of the ears begins to feel warm.
Oops. The skin is heating up.
Tao Tingting seemed to feel that the classroom was too noisy, so she closed her book and left the classroom quietly.
"Ah! Damn it. Are you using your teeth?!" Jiang Chen covered his hands in pain and shook off that boy Zhao Peng.
"Hey, you damn thing almost choked me to death." Zhao Peng gasped for air, held his chest, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Chen.
Seeing that the show was not going to be fun, the boys all laughed and dispersed. The two girls at the front desk also began to discuss last night's TV series, and everything in the classroom returned to calm.
However, there were only curtains gently rolled by the breeze beside the window sill.
This is daily life. Full and consistent.
I always feel that all this seems familiar, as if it happened somewhere before -
June 11, 2171. summer.
The first summer vacation of high school is coming, and there will be exams soon.
Today I peeked at her again.
He obviously made up his mind to bury his feelings for her deep in his heart.
No, that's not right, or as that boy Zhao Peng said. Should I go after her
No, no, no, this is too difficult. She is so beautiful and her grades are so good. There must be many people who like her. If I spoke rashly and was rejected, wouldn't it mean that we wouldn't even be friends anymore.
Huh? It seems that they were not friends to begin with.
"Ah." Jiang Chen slammed the diary on the bed behind him, then lay on the table and held his head in his hands.
Absolutely! If this diary is kept until later, it will definitely become a dark history! Wuwuwu, forget it. No, grass! I'm such a confused man! Just qj if you like it. What's the use of confessing? If you can't catch up, you'll sleep, if you can't sleep, you'll take medicine, and if you break up, you'll take photos of the consequences. I can't even afford to go to jail. How dare you say you like her! There is a use for being entangled!
Hey, it seems that there is a strange joke mixed in
Sure enough, I’m still very confused.
Looking at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen stared blankly.
It took him a while to recover from this unnatural state.
"Is this the so-called troubles of adolescence?" After pondering for a moment, Jiang Chen sighed and rubbed his messy hair with his hands.
Huh? Don’t I have short hair? Jiang Chen was stunned. The hand stopped unconsciously
Probably, it's an illusion. Who would want to shave such an ugly short head
"Speaking of which, when did I start writing a diary? What's the point of keeping this kind of thing? Should I keep it to embarrass myself in the future?" Jiang Chen glanced at the electronic clock aside again and sighed.
"It's already eight o'clock. Forget it, I don't miss her anymore. Let's watch TV and relax."
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his stiff limbs vigorously, and then walked towards the living room.
Because you go to school alone, your parents are not around. When did this kind of thing start
It seems to have just started in the first year of high school.
Clear memories instantly emerged in my mind, filling the slightly inconsistent blank.
Walking into the kitchen, Jiang Chen opened the refrigerator door, took out a bottle of Coke, and then walked to the living room.
He sat on the soft sofa, took the cup from the coffee table, poured himself a cup of Coke, and then pressed the remote control in his hand very comfortably.
The interlaced light and shadow weave into a light blue screen, just like a window, behind which scenes of drama are played out.
The TV series just started—
"Keke, I won't let you go easily until the training is complete." The woman changed the position of her legs, and the white color once again made Ryan's heart beat uncontrollably. The slender jade hands lazily supported her beautiful face, leaning comfortably on the armrest of the noble chair. That posture resembles that of a decadent and beautiful Gothic female aristocrat.
"Want to know my current status?"
Ryan felt an evil smile appear on that hazy and beautiful face. His Adam's apple moved and he tried hard to clear his vision, but it was in vain. This feeling is very bad, as if I am a piece of fish lying on the chopping board.
"Then look at your feet."
Ryan subconsciously lowered his gaze and saw that his bare feet were soaking in a shallow pool with some petals floating on it. Does the fragrance of tuberose come from under your feet? He analyzed it with a groggy consciousness.
Through the reflection in the pool, he vaguely saw his situation. He seemed to be tied to a cross at the moment, with his hands and feet tightly bound by tiny iron chains. But surprisingly, he didn't feel any congestion due to some kind of binding method.
“Don’t you think it’s beautiful?”—
"Empire of Ashes" seems to be a very popular TV series recently. The two girls at the front desk today were discussing the plot of this TV series.
Jiang Chen thought nonchalantly, and then looked at the screen with empty eyes.
A TV series adapted from a steampunk style, the fantasy should be about things from the primitive era. However, this type of TV series is unexpectedly popular. Under the effect of holographic projection, it is as if you are watching the plot in person.
Logically speaking, the scenes shown should be quite exciting. Speaking of which, does it really matter if this kind of thing is shown on TV
However, Jiang Chen couldn't seem to be interested at all for some reason. He just looked at it with dull eyes, and even had the illusion of yawning.
That guy named Ryan will probably be bitten by that vampire next, but he probably won’t die, because according to Wait, why is this plot so familiar? Shameless plagiarism
Jiang Chen cursed secretly, then picked up the cup and took a sip of Coke, frowning unconsciously.
"Do I like Coke?" He subconsciously took a bottle from the refrigerator just now.
As soon as he said this, he realized that this question was a bit stupid.
The drama on the screen continues.
Ryan was indeed not dead, the vampire only sucked part of his blood. Ryan is then carried away by the vampire's maid, and the credits roll begins.
Also, if the protagonist is dead, how can the story continue
Jiang Chen turned off the TV and glanced at the clock.
It's already this late, so let's go to bed. With this thought in mind, Jiang Chen got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Seeing the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment and then sighed.
"As expected, it's better to tear it up. If someone sees such a shameful diary, it's better to die." Jiang Chen walked over with a wry smile and picked up the diary.
With a hiss, he tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to the table. From the spine of the diary, you can see many paper jagged edges. It can be seen that this is not the first time he has destroyed black history.
Throwing the diary on the table and throwing it on the bed, Jiang Chen buried his sleepy head into the pillow. He hugged the soft pillow and let out a sigh of relief.
Anyway, that’s it for today.
Let's try to confess to her tomorrow.
Even if you are rejected, at least you will have no regrets.
Just like that, with anxiety and hope in mind, the adolescent boy fell into a deep sleep.
The electronic watch on the table beat silently with cold characters.
11:59
12:00
The green light on the side of the electronic watch flashed imperceptibly.
As if premeditated, the diary lying on the table was blown open by the wind. ()<End of chapter-->