Zhang Man was standing behind him, very close to him, but he heard him call another girl with such a gentle voice.
- The sour feeling is so unpleasant.
She kept trying to convince herself that maybe the girl was just a relative of Li Wei, or a familiar friend, although she never heard him mention it.
She waited patiently for him to hang up, smiled reluctantly, suppressed the sourness in her heart that was about to explode, and asked him casually, "Li Wei, were you on the phone just now? Um... You have other friends. Who is Janet...?"
He didn't dare to look at him when he asked. He lowered his head, the toes of his shoes rubbed against the ground unconsciously, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.
The teenager answered without any hesitation: "Janet is my mother, and I was on the phone with her just now."
When Zhang Man heard this answer, his sour heart relaxed, it turned out to be his mother.
The corners of her mouth twitched sweetly, she nodded at him with a smile, her eyebrows curved.
- Just say, how could he be so gentle to another girl? She must be special to him.
But Zhang Man didn't pay attention at that time, and Chen Fei'er, who was standing by the side, changed her expression instantly after hearing the boy's answer.
Later, Chen Feier hurriedly took her away and told her very seriously that Li Wei was lying.
"Manman... He was lying just now. I heard that his mother died of dystocia when he gave birth to him. He must have a girlfriend, Manman, don't you like him?"
Young and ignorant love, the first reaction is always to deny it.
"No, I don't like him."
Although he denied his feelings for him, Zhang Man still chose to believe in the young man she secretly liked: "Mayfair, you must have misremembered or heard it wrong. He doesn't need to lie about this kind of thing."
At that time, she had a reddish sunset on her head, her side face was dyed pale pink, and she smiled firmly and brilliantly. She felt that she was brave and sensible, not overwhelmed by jealousy, and knew right from wrong, and could choose to trust him.
It's a pity that a lie doesn't come true, even though the liar doesn't realize that he's lying.
Seeing that she didn't believe it, Chen Fei'er was a little anxious. She took Zhang Man to find some of Li Wei's childhood neighbors, who also went to school in No. 1 Middle School.
- "We have never met Li Wei's mother. I heard from my mother that he died when he was born."
- "His father became more and more abnormal after his mother passed away due to dystocia."
- "Yeah, otherwise if his mother was there, he wouldn't have to go to the orphanage..."
Zhang Man no longer remembers how she got back to the classroom. How could she have realized his illness at that time? After hearing all this, she only knew that Li Wei really lied to her.
How much she trusted him before, and how uncomfortable it is now, she felt that she was just a joke, self-righteously guarding the little thoughts in her heart, and she felt that she was wise and brave.
Oh, it turned out to be all self-indulgent.
People like him can easily solve difficult physics problems and complex logic puzzles, but tell a lie that can be easily debunked.
It seems that he really doesn't care about her, and he doesn't even bother to lie.
First love is the most painful memory in every girl's heart. A heart was first soaked in the sour plum soup, and then pulled out and wrung out.
- What does he take her for? How could he tease her like that? What was the tenderness in his eyes at ordinary times, the streets he walked with her, and even the hugs under the street lights that day
Seventeen-year-old Zhang Man felt heartache for the first time. At that time, her heart seemed to be stabbed with a knife.
It turned out that his lie was the sharpest knife in the world.
That day, Zhang Man didn't even go to self-study at night. After returning home, she lay on the bed and cried depressively all night.
She realized that she had fallen out of love. In other words, this relationship started with her and ended with her.
All the tacit understanding and tacit understanding that she thought were all her own self-indulgence. Perhaps the Li Wei she knew was not the real him.
- The real one, he didn't take her to heart at all.
The next day, Zhang Man, who was in a slightly calmer mood, chose to confront Li Wei.
She seized the last trace of hope and possibility, and tried her best to appear calm: "Li Wei, you don't have to lie to me anymore, as long as you tell me who that girl is, I can understand."
There was a moment of doubt in the boy's eyes: "...Which girl?"
The more stupid he was, the more uncomfortable she was. It felt like a fine stone had been crushed in my heart, it wouldn't bleed, but a layer of skin was torn apart, and every breath was in unbearable pain.
— "It's the Janet you talked to last time."
The young man laughed at that time, with an unbearable tenderness in his eyes.
The young man she secretly liked, the young man she thought he liked her too, lied, his face didn't change and his heart didn't beat.
— "Janet is my mother."
Zhang Man closed her eyes, she could clearly hear a deep ravine in her heart, but in N city in November, she felt like she was standing on a glacier in Antarctica, shivering with cold.
On the same day, she applied to the head teacher to change her seat.
After returning from the teacher's office, Zhang Man began to pack up his books and everything without a word, preparing to move to an empty seat on the other side of the classroom.
At that time, the boy was reading a book. When he saw her movement, he put down the book and turned to stare at her.
When she was about to leave with a pile of textbooks, the boy grabbed her sleeve.
In the dry early autumn, a light rain fell on that day, and the rain floated in from the windowsill, bringing a little coolness.
The young man's clean and strong knuckles clenched her sleeves tightly, looking at her like that, his eyes reddened.
"You... want to change seats?... why?"
Zhang Man hardened his heart and wanted to pull his hand away: "There's no reason."
However, the boy stubbornly held on to her, but he didn't let go. That was the most stubborn time Zhang Man had ever seen him since he knew him.
His lips were unreasonably dry, and the bloodshot under his eyes quickly covered his entire eyeball. He pulled her tightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and opened his mouth with difficulty.
- It seems that the next sentence is to retain.
The more he was like this, the more she felt that he was hopeless. She felt that if she stayed with him for one more second, she would collapse.
So Zhang Man didn't let him speak. She opened his fingers one by one and smiled faintly.
"Li Wei, you really make me feel sick."
. …
Just like the day in the previous life, a soft light rain began to float outside the window, and the air was slightly cool.
Zhang Man buried his head in his arms, his eyes a little wet from the memory.
Maybe the sensitive and paranoid teenager didn't know why she left him in the past life until the end.
How could she know at that time that he was just sick, and he had never lied to her.
If she knew more about him at that time, would she have found out that he was actually just sick
After that, can she try to understand him and accompany him to the end. Wouldn't he, in the end, choose to commit suicide
But the initial assumption is wrong, how can we get the correct answer? Don't think about these things at all, otherwise you will fall into an infinite loop.
After Li Wei died in his previous life, these series of assumptions made Zhang Man unable to sleep all night...
The young man saw the girl who was still in good spirits lying on the table weakly at the moment, thinking that she was sick again, and her pretty brows were slightly wrinkled.
He raised his hand to close the window, but still couldn't help calling her: "Are you uncomfortable? Don't sleep on your stomach, it's easy to catch a cold."
Zhang Man raised his head, yawned slowly, and blinked covertly: "No, I'm just so sleepy. Look at my tears."
"Next physics class, listen carefully, test this weekend."
Zhang Man stretched, looked at his serious profile, and bent the corners of his lips.
"… it is good."