leave this sad place

Chapter 153 Waiting
"Are you back?" The cordial and natural greeting made Ouyang slightly stunned. He was still not very used to it, and he was far away from some basic greetings as a loner.

"En." The subconscious answer made him feel a strange feeling in his heart, maybe he was a little moved, but he would not admit it.

"Exam—how did you do?" she asked with concern on her face.

"I don't know." His voice became a little cold again, and his brows were slightly frowned. The care he hoped for and longed for from the bottom of his heart was for himself and not mixed with other things. His heart was inevitably a little sad.Does she care about herself or her studies?Such questions slowly and involuntarily arose in his heart.

"Maybe, I think too much." I sighed softly in my heart, people always fall in love with some beautiful things, how can he be an exception?
"I just finished the exam, how would I know my result?" He explained slightly, but took the initiative to ignore that she was only asking him how he did in the exam, not the exact result.

"Oh, then—" Her tone was a little eager.

"I'll know when I get the notice." When he knew she wanted to ask, he interrupted impatiently.Now he didn't want to say anything else, because he found that his feelings just now were purely his own overthinking.

"Then your teacher didn't say anything else?" She seemed slightly relieved, and asked him again.

"What else?" His heart tightened slightly. Did she want to ask about the summer homework arranged by the teacher, or——.

"You're about to enter the third year of high school. It stands to reason that there should be a parent meeting or something." She murmured subconsciously.

"When you get the notice, you get it yourself, or you'll know." He said a little angrily.But that's good too, I don't need to choose whether to tell her or not.

"Oh." She nodded, but she was a little confused.

"At that time, the parents' meeting will be held. If you don't want to go, forget it." He said angrily.A little bit annoyed that I had spoken so clearly, as if I would feel better if I didn't explain it clearly.

"Go, I will definitely go." She smiled slightly.

"That's your business, I just let you know." He became even more impatient, and he didn't want to say another word.He walked into his room, put down his schoolbag, and lay straight on the bed, wanting to have a good night's sleep.

"It's time for lunch, go to sleep after eating." Her voice came from outside the door.

"You can eat your own, don't worry about me." Turning over, he didn't want to move anymore.In the past two days, not only the body is tired, but also the heart.

She hesitated to say something more, but she didn't say it after all.

I fell asleep in a trance, feeling that I was always floating on the surface of dreams.This kind of sleep can't achieve a good rest effect, but it can barely make the head less drowsy.

"It's too dizzy to take a good rest." Ouyang shook his head, feeling a little bored.

"Could it be that I've been thinking too much recently?" He muttered to himself again, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"But, can you control your own thoughts? Can you make yourself think about useful things instead of thinking about useless things?" He smiled bitterly. If he is sensitive, he will not be so sensitive if he can do this. It's easy to be sad.

Looking at the time, it was already past three in the afternoon.Opening the door, he glanced at the empty surroundings, and his heart became a little empty, and a feeling of loneliness slipped into his heart quietly.

"She went out to play cards again?" He sighed softly, not knowing how he should feel.When she was there, I felt that she was a little in the way, making some noises from time to time, which would affect my sleep, and I didn't know what to do when I was so busy.But when she went out, there was a hollow feeling in her heart.

"Could it be that I'm used to it, is she here?" He couldn't help talking to himself again, but he didn't want to admit it.Besides, she should be going out to play cards now. He has always disliked things like gambling, and has resisted since childhood.Although he knew that she had nothing to do at home, and after going out, it seemed that she had nothing to pass the time except playing cards, but he still didn't like it.

Turn on the TV at will, and change the channels one after another, but I don't find one that interests me.I have seldom watched TV since junior high school, and the things I used to love and couldn't bear to look away have become strange.

"What are you doing?" He became confused and found that he didn't know what to do.And he didn't want to do things like reading books and continuing to study.

"Go out for a stroll, maybe you will know what you should do when you walk." He sighed softly, just like most people choose to wander around when they don't know what they should do.

A person, walking aimlessly, seems to be leisurely but is enduring the torture of time.He still doesn't know what he should do, and he can't even tell whether he should kill it or use this rare free time.

"Why did you come here?" Looking up at the Internet cafe not far away, could it be that he subconsciously wants to go online to play games.He secretly wondered in his heart, but such a guess pierced into his heart at once.

"It seems like I haven't played a game for a long time?" He subconsciously touched his pants bag, as if he had brought some money with him, as if he could go in and play for a while.

"Oh." He sighed heavily, endured it, turned around and left, because now is not the time at all.

Having spent the day in a daze, this made him feel a little bit annoyed that the little vacation time was wasted so simply by himself.But it would be impossible for him to read and review, otherwise it would make him feel sorry, and his contradictory heart made him even more gloomy.

But the time is still unhurried, passing by bit by bit, still so comfortable and so chic.

Ouyang looked at the novel with some unease, not because the protagonist in the novel faced any desperate situation.But today is the time to get the grades and hold the parent-teacher meeting, and she has already gone to school early.

Although I feel that the test results this time are not too bad, but there are still some worries.And the most important thing is that she is afraid that she will communicate with the head teacher.

"Are you still afraid that they will say bad things about you?" He muttered to himself, but he knew that what he was worried about was not this, but the fear that the balance he deliberately maintained would be broken.Let the school and the family communicate without him, but isn't this what it should be?But it made him feel unusually disliked.

He is used to no one controlling him, so how can he easily accept that others know more about him?Especially his biological parents, this kind of vengeful resistance has already been imprinted in his heart unknowingly, and they have become one with him, making him accustomed to it.

"Never mind him, whatever you like to say has nothing to do with me." He kept comforting himself, but he couldn't hide the strange emotion in his heart.

His heart became a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of words they would say about him?Will you say that your performance in school is okay, and there is nothing to worry about?That must be something that he said without knowing himself, but is there anyone who knows himself?I will say that I will urge myself to spend the rest of the time to the fullest, and then everything is possible.Such words are perfunctory, and such a sentence "everything is possible" is too vague.But what exactly would they say?He frowned, and couldn't help but think wildly.

"Maybe it's just that I was thinking too much, maybe they didn't say a word at all." He put down the novel, no longer in the mood to read, looked up out of the window, and felt that the weather today was even more gloomy.

(End of this chapter)