When Liu Juan woke up, it was already bright. Since he didn't go to school anyway, Liu Juan fell asleep again.
I went downstairs and ate a bowl of noodles. I thought there was nothing else to do, so I left the gate of the community.
Then by some strange coincidence, I got on the bus.
I saw a person standing behind the car, holding a large bundle of azaleas. The person was leaning against the window, and the branches of azaleas stretched out to the glass window behind, turning into a patch of red.
There was a boy in his twenties sitting on the seat in the back.
He was said to be twenty years old, but his eyebrows and mouth were a bit old. At the same time, his narrow shoulders and slender neck seemed to be those of an underdeveloped sixteen or seventeen-year-old. He wore a blue t-shirt and held his hands
With a stack of books, he was sitting sideways with his head against the glass window. He had a Mongolian oval face, light eyebrows, and slanted eyes. Against the pink and satin-like light behind him, he looked quite feminine.
Only his nose was a little too high, clashing with his delicate face. He held a white ticket in his mouth, as if he was dozing off.
The car suddenly stopped. Liu Juan opened his eyes and saw a female classmate coming up. She stayed in the first grade like him, but the difference was that she didn't get admitted to any school last year. He frowned. He hated it.
When he met an acquaintance on the bus, he couldn't really hear what they were saying because of the roar of the bus.
The female classmate had probably just washed her hair, which had not yet been dried. She had her hair cut in the middle, and her cold-permed hair was no longer very curly and was now hanging straight down, like a kid on a talent show in an American comic.
He has a round face and is tanned to a reddish gold color. He has thick eyebrows and thick eyebrows. He is not tall but very plump.
As soon as she got in the car, she smiled and nodded to him, walked over to this side, sat down next to him, and asked, "Where are we going?"
Liu Juan came closer to her and just heard clearly, he replied: "Hey, bookstall!"
Then, Liu Juan turned his head and said nothing, pressing his face against the glass. He couldn't always be close to her and listen to her with all his attention. If people saw it, there would be some misunderstanding. The gossip was no longer there.
Less so. In school, no one paid attention to him because of Yi Bingshui. He himself felt unpopular and avoided people more and more.
When he arrived at the farm, he got out of the car and went to the supermarket to buy some things. Then he went to the bookstall. Liu Juan looked around and then picked Mo Yan's "Frog", which was the last book in this bookstall.
At this time, a sweet voice sounded: "Boss, I want this copy of "Frog", I come first!"
Liu Juan's heart couldn't help but tremble. He was disappointed, annoyed, and mixed with bursts of bitterness. He was also vaguely hostile to this girl in a white skirt who appeared almost "taking advantage of others' danger".
Liu Juan held the book in both hands and was at a loss.
"Can you show it to me?" Bai Skirt really fell in love with this book.
Liu Juan lowered his head and reluctantly handed over the book.
She quickly became immersed in the beautiful words.
She lowered her head and read attentively. Her bright eyes blinked from time to time, embellishing her fair and beautiful face with expressive aura. Her slender figure, white dress, and the attitude of focusing on reading, under the sunset
Against the background, a beautiful picture is formed.
"I bought this book! My sister will definitely like it." She seemed unable to restrain her joy, looked at the price of the book, and handed the money to the stall owner.
"Don't you like this book?" She tilted her head and asked Liu Juan after collecting the change.
"No, I not only like it very much, but also need it! I have been to several bookstores for it." Looking at their transaction, Liu Juan was filled with jealousy and seemed to have a place to vent his resentment.
"Then why don't you buy it back?" he asked puzzledly.
"I... I didn't bring enough money, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to read this book." Although Liu Juan felt that he was a manly man who was short of money and lacked confidence, Liu Juan still couldn't help but tell the truth.
Bai skirt held the book in front of her chest with both hands, thought for a moment, and then asked: "Are you in your senior year of high school?"
"Yes, senior year!" Liu Juan looked at the car speeding in the distance and said as he walked, his tone full of helplessness.
The car slowly pulled into the station, and Liu Juan also ran towards the car door with the surging crowd. At this time, a crisp voice came over: "High school senior, please wait a moment!" I turned around and saw him running towards me in a white skirt.
, thrust the book into my hand and said sincerely: "You can use it first, I'm not in a hurry. But if you want to return it to me after reading it, my sister is still waiting!"
"This..." Liu Juan was confused by her sudden move. Before he could say anything, he was squeezed into the car door by the crowd behind him.
"Hurry up and get in the car. I'm in Class 201 of No. 3 Middle School. I'm just a freshman in high school! My name is..." She waved her hands frequently at Liu Juan.
The car started, and Liu Juan poked her head out of the car. The pure white color was particularly dazzling among the gorgeous golden colors. The evening breeze blew her soft skirt, like a statue, and she was particularly beautiful and moving.
Liu Juan's heart.
Liu Juan suddenly remembered something, waved to her from afar, and shouted loudly: "What is your name! What is your name!!"
Liu Juan entered the room with his head lowered and was greeted by female guests. They were all poker friends of Liu Juan's mother.
He flashed in the shadows, looking around for no one, and then walked into his own bedroom and flipped through a few books he had brought back.
The room was filled with mist, caused by the smoke coming from next door.
He was born in this air and grew up in this air, but for some reason today, he felt dizzy after smelling this smell and just wanted to vomit.
It would be cleaner downstairs in the basement. He picked up the book and ran down, full of irritability.
There is a touch of sun and dust in the basement. There is a chicken feather broom in a red vase.
He sat down next to the wooden square table in the middle and leaned on the tabletop. The tabletop was as cold as the glass windows on a bus.
On the empty page inside the cover of a worn-out "Reader" magazine, he laboriously wrote word by word: "No. 3 Middle School, Class 201!"
