Only Xin Rui himself knew how much effort she had put into becoming another person. At that time, Yu Zhouzhou helped her condescendingly, thinking that all she wanted was good grades and getting rid of the so-called treatment of poor students.

In fact, Xin Rui wants far more than this.

Whenever she stood in junior high school in class speechlessly like a stone for a long time before being allowed to sit down, she would close her eyes and cover this memory with fantasy. In the dark fantasy world, she was just erratic, winning applause from all around, and even helped Yu Zhouzhou, who could not answer the question, relieved the siege.

When sitting down, you can see Wen Miao's dodging gaze projected by him.

Xinrui has many kinds of such illusions. In music classes, there will be a stage queen's illusion; in art classes, they will mistakenly think that they can talk and comment on Van Gogh Raphael; in physical education classes, they will even stare at their bloated legs in a daze, lengthen it with their eyes, and become straight and thinner...

How could Yu Zhouzhou know that in addition to her academic performance, in order to make her illusion come true, she runs around every day, loses weight, and memorizes history and artistic knowledge, listens to popular songs like listening to English, understands common sense in the entertainment industry, and prevents herself from being like an alien when communicating with others, and can even become a central figure with good popularity...

Xin Rui has always believed that the biggest tragedy in her life is that she is Xin Meixiang, not someone else.

Not another person. Just Xin Meika.

The first place in the beautiful school year, Ling Xiangqian used standard American voice to grab the white-white in foreign teacher class. Xin Rui stood there with a blank mind and suddenly felt a sense of fear of being knocked back to his original form by a demon mirror.

From the intuition of meeting her for the first time, I told her that there would be such a day. She broke He Yaoyao's mirror, but how can Ling Xiangqian knock out the first gap?

Xin Rui stepped into the narrow new home and when he took out the key, he heard the sound of pots and pans falling all over the floor.

"I'm so fucking sick. You're going out for a drink. Why don't you just drink to death?!"

Poor, cowardly, endless quarrels.

In this case, why don’t you get divorced? Why don’t you die?

Xin Rui put her forehead on the door, and this kind of rebellious thought made her ashamed and happy.

Yu Zhouzhou must not know that even though she lost her mother, she envied her freedom and no worries so much.

The two people pointing at the other party and cursing incredible words in the door are her dearest people and the biggest stain in her life.

"My dad has something to do today?"

"Your father is meeting guests in the study. I saw that it would not be over in a while, so I called you and asked you to take a taxi first. Come on, take off your coat, wash your hands, and go to the kitchen to have a meal."

Ling Xiangqian spread her hands flat under the warm water, with fair backs of her hands and healthy and pink nails. She looked at them again and again until her mother shouted in the kitchen to let her move faster.

"It's almost the end of the term?" Mom picked up chopsticks for her, "How is your review?"

"Oh, that's it."

"What does that mean?"

Ling Xiangqian looked up and saw that her mother was overly excited again. The muscles on her left cheek trembled gently, trembling, spreading from her eyelids to the corner of her mouth.

In less than three sentences, it was fine one second ago.

"It's pretty good, I mean, pretty good." Ling Xiangqian lamented softly in her heart.

I went to Beijing for surgery and recuperated for a month and a half. After my facial spasm was suspected to be cured, it relapsed again and became more and more serious.

The doctor said, don't get her excited.

Ling Xiangqian really wanted to ask the doctor that every middle-aged woman with facial spasms will be given a particularly sensitive nerve like a match. In addition to a glass cover, what else can I do to prevent them from being stimulated?

Life itself is a kind of stimulation and torture. What's more, her mother would be furious because of a fly and mosquito that was not blocked by the window when the window was opened, and would also be trembling because of the words "That's it", and her left face was trembling as if it was a big earthquake in Tangshan - what should she do to prevent her mother from being excited?

Ling Xiangqian buried her head in her meal, and suddenly a burst of fatigue came, causing her to close her eyes slightly.

When facing darkness, people seem to be particularly distracted and more honest.

She asked softly, "Mom, what if I didn't get the first place in the exam this time?"

There was no sound on the other side of the dining table. Ling Xiangqian opened her eyes, and the woman opposite was looking at her with a complicated look, "I spoke to your teacher last week. He said you didn't know if you were proud of the first place in the last time you got the first place and ran out of the classroom after class. Your heart was dissipated and you couldn't even stay there. Xiqian, your parents never forced you to get the first place in the second place, but you have to work hard and don't think about evil ways. If you weren't guilty, how could you ask me this?"

Ling Xiangqian closed her eyes, lowered her head and stopped talking.

It's the same again.

Nothing to say is in vain.

She half-closed her eyes and kept squeezing the white rice into her mouth.

This emotion is always excited, and your cheeks are always trembling. You have to wear sunglasses when you go out. You accompany your father to climb from the countryside to the position of vice chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The woman who likes to say the most, "I have devoted most of my life to you and your father." After grabbing hair with a third party and hitting her head with a bloody hair, she is her mother.

She suddenly remembered something that Zhang Ailing said. She couldn't remember the original text clearly. The general idea was that life was a gorgeous robe with lice crawled on it.

She hurriedly finished her meal and went back to her room to close the door, but she didn't dare to lock the door. After a while, her mother would be noisy when she couldn't knock on the door.

Ling Xiangqian took out her cell phone, hesitated for a long time, and still sent a message to Chu Tiankuo.

"Do you know, I actually think I'm very tired."

Pressing his thumb on the sending key, he was afraid to press it down. After a few seconds, he twisted the eye protection lamp and the dazzling white light woke her up. Ling Xiangqian quickly deleted the text message one by one. Just as she was about to close it, she suddenly felt unwilling to give up and entered it slowly.

“How are the exam preparations?”

The phone was placed in the corner of the table, and she was waiting while browsing the representatives of the historical year. It was only after twenty minutes that she received a reply. The phone was shaken through the tablecloth and felt weak, as if she was trembling and calling for help.

"It's not good or bad. Come on."

This kind of reply, without even asking "How are you doing", directly preventing her from replying to a text message.

Ling Xiangqian smiled wryly awkwardly, but was also glad that fortunately she didn't send the message out just now, otherwise she would definitely be regarded as mentally ill by the other party.

Ling Xiangqian leaned on the desktop. Winter always makes people sleepy and depressed. The more she thought about it, she became more annoyed. She grabbed her phone and dialed Lin Yang's phone number.

"Hello?"

Lin Yang's voice was light and a little joyful.

"What are you happy about?" Ling Xiangqian's tone was a little unkind.

"If I'm happy, you care too? Why, are you unhappy?"

"I'm not happy."

"What's upsetting you? Let me be happy when I say it."

"Lin Yang!" Ling Xiangqian didn't dare to make too loud noises, so she could only yell at the phone in a low voice.

"I said why are you poor all day long? You are the first in the school year, you are beautiful, versatile, happy family, and rich love... Although there are not yet, if there are many people chasing you, you can pour out the dustpan. How are you unhappy?"

Ling Xiangqian clamped the phone and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Lin Yang, why do you say that?

It seems that no one is willing to carefully observe the details of other people's lives. Ling Xiangqian carefully concealed the real situation of her family with Jiang Chuan and Lin Yang, two close friends who grew up together, but she also hoped that they could infer the pain that she really suppressed through those small details.

She hung up directly, threw her phone aside, lowered her head and began to flirt with books.

Lin Yang did not call him again. This made Ling Xiangqian feel like she was making trouble. Tears were spinning in her eyes for a long time, and suddenly she heard the phone on the bed finally ringing.

I hurriedly pulled it over and found out that it was Jiang Chuan's.

"I heard Lin Yang say you are in a bad mood? So what's wrong? Are you under too much pressure? If you can't get the first place in the exam, don't take the exam. Give others a chance and accumulate virtue."

Ling Xiangqian smiled with a flat mouth, and tears finally fell.

She was very touched by such thoughtfulness.

However, this touch came from Jiang Chuan, how could she not be disappointed?

Jiang Chuan on the other end of the phone was still sucking his nose. Ling Xiangqian suddenly became a little unreasonable. She said softly, Jiang Chuan, can you not always be like a child who can't wipe his nose clean?
Chapter completed!