When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 216

The family conditions are not good, because only my mother earns money.

My mother works as an accountant in a small company. She often complains to me that she doesn't have a high-paying job because of her low education, and she lives a tight life. She also found a bad man like my father.

But in fact, the tuition fees of public high schools are not too expensive, and there is no entertainment at home. We don't even turn on the TV.

I think the reason why life is difficult is that my mother spends money on useless things.

She enrolls me in cram schools every holiday, buys a pile of study materials and test papers as high as a mountain, removes the door of my room, and installs surveillance cameras in every corner of the room and living room.

I don't understand. There are no extracurricular books, no comics, no mobile phones, computers or game consoles in my room. Why do they monitor my every move?

Are they worried that I will play in my dreams?

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My high school deskmate is a ponytail girl with dimples when she smiles.

The status of her deskmate was bought by her mother. She gave a gift to the head teacher and asked the head teacher to arrange a deskmate with good grades for me, away from those future social dregs.

I think this is the most worthwhile money I have spent since I was a child.

It was a summer afternoon, the air was sultry, and the dark outside the window indicated that a rainstorm was coming.

The strong wind hit the window wantonly, blowing the hair of the deskmate hanging beside her cheek. Those strands of hair danced gently with the rhythm of the wind, and accidentally touched the tip of my nose.

A faint fragrance spread, which was the fragrance of shampoo on her hair, fresh and pleasant, like the gardenia blooming in summer.

I couldn't help but secretly look at her. She was looking out the window intently, and her fair face looked softer in the dim light.

This was the first time in my 17-year life that I took my eyes off the book.

As if she noticed my gaze, she turned her head and looked at me.

The strong wind continued, the leaves outside the window rustled, the books in the classroom were also blown and flipped, and my heart was like a calm lake with a stone thrown into it, causing ripples.

This is a very strange feeling, I can't explain it, because I don't understand anything, my cognition is still stuck in kissing to get pregnant, and I can't tell the physiological differences between men and women.

But I know that life is long, but I only live for a few moments.

If I will die in the next second, then my memories before death will no longer be just cold formulas and letters.

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Her name is Gu Zhiyi.

"The south wind knows my mind, blowing my dreams to Xizhou."

A very nice name.

During the evening self-study, she quietly leaned over and whispered to me: "This is the first time someone has said the meaning of my name."

I nodded: "Thank you."

She looked at me strangely: "Why do you say thank you?"

I pretended to read a book and buried my head even lower.

Yes, why?

Is it because I don't know how to communicate with people? Or was it because the scent of gardenias short-circuited my brain?

I spent several hours thinking about this question. This was the first time I thought about something other than studying during class time without any guilt.

Finally, at the end of the last class, I thought of the answer.

I said to Zhiyi, "Thank you for talking to me."

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Sometimes I envy the prisoners in prison. I heard that they have a regular life and even have free time, while my toilet time is strictly controlled.

It takes thirty seconds to urinate and five minutes to defecate. If it exceeds this time period, my mother will start knocking on the door to urge me.

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My inner activities are very rich, but I tend to stutter when talking to people.

Zhiyi discovered this and she began to pass me small notes during evening self-study.

Gu Zhiyi: You are so hardworking. Every time I see you studying, you hardly leave your seat even after class.

The handwriting is beautiful and graceful. I stared at it for more than ten minutes before I thought of how to reply.

I wrote: Yes.

If my mother knew that the deskmate she paid for passed me notes during class time, would she be furious?

I was like a dog that had escaped from its chains. I carefully tore off a piece of paper, wrote on it stroke by stroke, and took the initiative to hand it to Gu Zhiyi.

What I wrote was: You are also very hardworking.

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I picked a gardenia on the lawn of the school, brought it home, and put it on my windowsill. I can use it as a bookmark after it dries.

When I was sitting at the desk reading, my window suddenly rang, as if something hit it.

I opened it and saw a bird landing on the windowsill, its wings were caught by something.It was scratched and could no longer fly.

My mother was washing dishes in the kitchen. I picked up the bird, found a paper box to put it in, and carefully placed it under my bed.

It used its last bit of strength to hit my windowsill. I felt that I should be responsible for it.

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The black and white world suddenly became colorful, and I began to look forward to the arrival of every evening self-study.

Gu Zhiyi asked me what my hobbies were, whether I had watched the recently popular Legend of Sword and Fairy, whether I had drunk the delicious pearl milk tea at the school gate, and whether I had traveled to those places and eaten...

I said: No.

Apart from asking me about the formula, I don’t know anything else, and I haven’t even heard of it.

I was thinking, Gu Zhiyi’s grades are also very good, why does she know so much, how can her youth be so colorful?

Where did my time go?

Recalling it, it probably passed quietly when I was reading a book while forcing myself to sleep.

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I didn’t want the topic to end because of my boredom, so I took the initiative to ask her what she was talking about.

She said that The Legend of Sword and Fairy is a costume TV series, in which there are descendants of Nuwa, sword immortals, and flying in the sky, but those are all special effects, and the actors are hanging on wires.

She said that the scenery of Huangshan is very beautiful, like a fairyland on earth.

She said that the pearl milk tea at the school gate is very sweet, and you will feel happy after drinking it.

I was shocked. I haven't watched TV for ten years, and I never thought that technology has developed to such a level.

I can recite dozens of ancient poems praising Huangshan, but I have never seen them.

Can you feel happy by drinking milk tea?

I want to drink it too.

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Compared with her, I feel like an ancient person who knows nothing.

No, to be precise, I feel like a prisoner who has been sentenced to more than ten years of labor reform, who is out of touch with society.

Gu Zhiyi said that I was too bored, and asked if I wanted to go out to play with other classmates on Saturday. We can buy milk tea.

I said: I have no money.

She said: I will treat you.

I picked up the pen and put it down again. After hesitating for half a class, I crossed out the sentence "I want to go to cram school" and wrote "OK" instead.

Life is long, and I want to live a few more moments.