In fact, Anjie found that he had wrongly estimated the attributes and attack power of Turkey sister, but Mo Cong, who had no conscience, said that at least his black sister suddenly did not play truant.

Morning——

"Wow, Angelo, it's a coincidence to go to school with others! Xiaoyu would not wait for others to say Take off the make-up, the little face that looks like Mo Yu is actually very attractive, but the overall shape is still terrifying. You can see that the man walking downstairs almost flashed his waist.

Noon——

"Oh, won't Angelo go home? Wow, how can you eat junk food in the school canteen! There are love bentos here. Would you like to try them? Come on, have a taste Anjie silently looked at her clothes, which were more chaotic than the color matching of dishes in the rice bowl, and even had a casual appetite.

Recess——

"Shit, you guys are surrounded by this after class. Have you ever seen a man?"—— The legendary Turkey sister used to speak human language. Before Anjie had time to sigh, she turned from a fierce little sister to a shy little Lori. "Oh, brother Anjie, are you not used to coming to class on the first day..."

Girl, are you from Sichuan? How can you learn so well?

In the evening——

"Anjie gege is waiting for someone to come. You are working hard in the third grade. Are you tired after class so late? Do you want someone else to help you make love snacks to supplement nutrition? Anjie Ge Ge is so thin. People look at him and feel sad and say... "Anjie thinks that his rate of turning back has never been so high, especially the look in his eyes, which makes him feel that he just ran out of the zoo.

At last, he stayed at home. Mo Cong didn't have class in the afternoon. When he heard the news, he leaned against the door and looked at his little turkey. He opened his mouth with a "wow" and closed his mouth with a "Ge Ge Ge". He was very cramped with laughter. Anjie felt that even if Mo Cong helped him to move home for two more years, he would return the favor.

Apart from the occasional harassment of Turkey sister, Anjie's life is still very simple and regular. This kind of life was originally the most incredible thing for him. After killing him for so many years, he could not imagine that he could really fall down, go out early and come back late, two points and one line.

The feeling in the classroom is very strange, because he is a cut in student, he can only sit in the back of the door temporarily, from this angle, as soon as you look up, you can see the whole class.

There are girls with eyes who are not moving except going to the toilet after class; Pass the test paper, staring at the teacher's merciless fork, blank expression of the boy; A girl who secretly thinks she has a big face and is used to keeping her head slightly down when talking to others; With the smell of sweat all year round, I can't help looking at the boys on the basketball court in class; The girls in the desk hole are covered with nail polish and cheap lip gloss. The boy who always stares at the back of ban Hua secretly

A female teacher who was not careful, he secretly walked the number and let the spittle fly on the platform caught him. She glared at him fiercely. The young female teacher angrily pondered that the countdown to the college entrance examination, which was so big as the back blackboard, could not wake up the sense of urgency of the unfortunate child. She didn't pay attention to the lecture when it was time. Her eyes were full of the class's ecstasy and giggle.

Anjie quickly accompanied a smiling face and took notes in a serious manner.

To be honest, understanding sometimes grows with age and experience. The learning content of high school is not very difficult for Anjie, but what he is worried about is the things related to the college entrance examination. Since they have nothing to do with his life for so many years, they have been returned to the teacher long after graduation, In addition, textbooks have been changed in different times. Now, for him, except English, all subjects have to be studied again.

In the afternoon, it's hard for these kids to get up earlier than chickens and go to bed later than dogs. The whole classroom is full of coffee. Some of them are pinching themselves, others are drooping and drowsy, and some of them are dying after a few laps like rabbits, There are panda eyes staring at the teacher. So the figure of the diligent writer at this time appears to be more tall.

This kind of sleepy atmosphere is really exciting. If it's time to catch up with foreign language class, Anjie will do as the Romans do and squint on the table. Although he can't sleep, he can always relax to the greatest extent.

This kind of life has been in a trance for a whole month, which makes him feel as if he is separated from the rest of the world. At the same time, he can only recall his blind adventure experience in his dream, as well as his young age of... Gunfire.

The days of being young and frivolous have long passed. The world says that when you come out to mix, you always have to pay back.

He did not expect that he could once again correct the wrong way he had gone, sitting in the middle of these normal children, living peacefully and blandly.

This kind of comfortable life, let him sometimes appear short-term confusion, about don't know what time.

The children are sitting in the classroom, the nib of their pen rustling against the test paper, writing about their own way of youth. They have a future, ideals and too many new things to try.

But agit has no goal of its own. He wants to be admitted to Mo Cong's University, and then silently guard the three children for a few years. It's better to wait until ten years later, when Mo Cong arrives, he will grow up and become a family, and then he will leave them quietly.

I am worthy of my old friend.

Where to leave? He didn't think about it, or... Continue to wander.

How can a frustrated man comfort his life.

In the blink of an eye, in the late autumn, before the summer heat subsided, the weather seemed to be killing overnight, and the scenery dyed by the layers of forest was not to be seen. A large number of leaf bullet fingers declined and died in their most prosperous season. After once again successfully getting rid of Mo Jin's encirclement, Anjie wandered in the street aimlessly.

It was a Friday, and he suddenly thought, as an excellent student, what he should do now is to go home immediately with reference books, make a review plan for the weekend, and then light the lights to boil the books until midnight.

Anjie threw his schoolbag on his shoulder. When he recalled these days, how he thought and how he felt absurd. The ancients said that the heart was the service of the body, so he was sad and sad alone. He didn't feel much melancholy, but he just felt that neither laughter nor tears were true. He hesitated on the side of the road for a moment, then shook his head and tilted his mouth in self mockery: "screw the code of conduct of high school students."

Step in the other direction.

Night soon fell over the city. In late autumn, the day was as short as day, and the darkness was getting earlier and earlier. The lights were on one by one. Some people tore off their pretty skin, and monsters poured out.

There is a lot of noise in the bar. Generally speaking, Anjie doesn't think that he is a petty bourgeois with a lot of emotional appeal. Where there is light music, there is a sign at the door saying "bars are not KTV", and there is no place for disheveled people and dogs to enter, he retreats when he sees it.

He likes the place with deafening music, full of all kinds of degenerate lovers, dark and full of smoke, or used to the environment of hiding filth.

close.

After ordering a glass of wine, Anjie sits in a small corner where he doesn't attract people's attention. His schoolbag is put aside, and the little light can't hit him. The darkness completely engulfs his face. Only one pair of eyes slightly reflect some light, which can't see any thoughts and feelings. If you observe carefully, you can vaguely find that he is staring at the crowd aimlessly, But I don't know why, people are not so willing to get close to him.

There is an aura in people. Sometimes we have to admit it.

Suddenly, a tall young man came in at the door. Compared with the red and green men and women, he was very low-key, with a half worn shirt and white jeans. His head was low, and his slightly long hair blocked most of his facial features. He walked very lightly and walked through the crowd. Few people noticed him.

An Jie's lax eyes suddenly coagulated when he caught a glimpse of this person, and narrowed his eyes and fixed on that person's direction - Mo Cong, how could he come to such a place?

His night vision is so good that he can't read it wrong.

After living in the neighborhood for more than a month, he knew that Mo Cong would sometimes go out at night... Cough, because Mo Jin, the turkey sister, often took Xiaoyu for a meal on the excuse of his brother's absence. He didn't take it to heart. Young people, there's no pressure of the college entrance examination. There will always be some arrangements of his own, but

Anjie frowned. After all, this place is not so clean.

Mo Cong's eyes swept slightly, and then he walked in without strabismus. It seemed that someone had asked him out. Anjie gently put down his glass and looked at the young neighbor from a convenient angle.

Sure enough, there was a man standing up to meet him. He was a middle-aged man with a dull expression and an ordinary appearance. However, when he stood up to meet Mo Cong, Anjie caught a glimpse of his eyes and began to circle his fingers on the wine glass unconsciously. The man's eyes were very cold, not cold or indifferent. It was the person who was swept by his eyes that felt very cold, It's like some kind of poisonous reptile.

But looking at his attitude towards Mo Cong, he seems to be very cautious. He even flatters him imperceptibly. Mo Cong seems to have said something. The middle-aged man immediately nods and laughs, reaches out his hand to ask him to sit down, and wants to wave for the wine list. Mo Cong waves his hand to stop him. His hand is even rude.

Before taking a seat, Mo suddenly turns his head to the place where Anjie is sitting and glances at him. Anjie sees his face clearly. In my impression, this young man always has a warm smile on his face. He is a typical warm-hearted young man. But for Anjie, he can hardly recognize him.

Gloomy, mean eyes... Even a trace of malice hidden in the tight sharp chin and lips.

Mo Cong didn't find the owner of the sight that made him uncomfortable. He frowned slightly and looked around. Then he sat down cautiously. The place where he sat down was very similar to the seat that Anjie used to choose. He also hid most of his body in the corner where the light couldn't reach, making it impossible for the far and near peepers to find it.

Anjie knew that he couldn't change his angle any more. The young man was so sharp that he had to wait quietly.

Middle aged people speak more often. Their lips are moving all the time. It seems that they speak very fast. As he spoke, his fingers nervously rubbed his trousers, and the flattering look on his face became more and more obvious. About twenty minutes later, the middle-aged man's face brightened. His pants didn't seem so obvious. After a while, Anjie noticed that he was obviously relieved. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he stood up and warmly extended his hand to Mo Cong.

Mo Cong, who is hiding in the dark, seems to have refused his offer. The middle-aged man's face froze for a moment. He immediately recovered as usual, said something with a smile, then nodded and left.

When the middle-aged man turned around, his face returned to that kind of cold and dull expression, just vivid, as if it had never appeared.

Anjie absently picked up his glass and took a sip.

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Oh, I like little turkey. Wow, girl Mo Jin