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Selana didn’t like this man very much. His temperament was very impetuous. She also went to school by car. The days when women were riding bicycles were still yesterday. She remembered the feeling at that time clearly. The breeze was blowing, and she moved the hair on her forehead. Seeing the sky slowly brighten, everything is fine. Although the schoolbag under the buttocks is very shabby, the lunch inside is delicious.

Now she is sitting in this strange car. The cushion is soft and comfortable, and there is a smell of lime of air freshener. The car is moving on the street, dull and not windy. The new black schoolbag is put aside, and the belly is bulging. Drum, leaning on the seat like a passenger, the man looked at the deer head in her hand from the rearview mirror, the deer head's eyes were dull and dull.

Selana turned to look at the world outside the car. She couldn't help but sigh again that the time has passed. The city has become a lot of forests, tall trees have grown, and everything is rushing towards rules and order, which is different from another kind of wild fun. The beauty was highlighted, but the animals living in it became more and more anxious, which made Serana not like it.

When the school arrived, it was a high school. Serrana got off the car with a deer head and schoolbag and walked into the school gate. Inside was a tree-lined walkway. The camphor trees on both sides were lush, and the fallen leaves were piled up under the trees. She turned her head and saw the man in the car holding a black box talking freely, glanced at the deer head quickly, waved her hand, then raised the window and left.

A big boy came over and said hello to the deer head in Selana's hand, "Lu Zhengkang, have you written your homework? Copy it for me." He was the kid yesterday, and he seemed to be very lucky.

Selana saw the other person staring straight at the schoolbag, and handed it to him. The other party smiled and opened it, and exclaimed: "You **** didn't write it, I'm afraid it's not going to go to the classroom now. The copy of the Academic Committee...Oh, just wrote a math, Chinese, empty, damn, you don't write English, you're blind with such good English."

Everything seemed to reappear yesterday. The big boy led Serana to the classroom. They were at the same table.

In the morning self-study time, most of the students were secretly eating breakfast, and secretly copying homework, or even copying homework while eating breakfast, so that the sound of reading was very small. Only when a pair of cold eyes appeared outside the window, everyone raised the textbook. Recite aloud, and you have to be careful not to squirt the rice out of your mouth.

None of this has anything to do with Serana. She was sitting in the classroom. By noon, she thought she could take out the lunch box from her schoolbag and eat a beautiful rice ball with pickled vegetables, but there were only books in her schoolbag, and she emptied the bag. I didn't find the ugly white iron box, which made her suspect that the kid had left the lunch box in the morning when he flipped through the book.

She didn't realize that the eating place had changed until everyone left the house. When she hurriedly followed the crowd into the canteen, there was already a posture of impenetrable water inside.

The huge canteen has no electric lights, and the sky light brings faint vision, and many places are still dark. So in the darkness came rusty, bald, and chattering movements, as if hiding a spring in the canteen. In the corner, the little animals are full of energy.

Selana looked at the long dragon in front of the vegetable shop window in a daze. In the end, the big boy at the same table gave her a bun, to be precise, a bun for Lutou.

It seems that Lu Zhengkang's popularity is good. She was gnawing on the big oily meat bun. Although the skin was cold, the filling was warm.

Back in the classroom, there were only two or three people, and their seats were relatively forward. According to a certain tacit rule, they really liked learning more.

Serrana froze in her seat, thinking that it would be the afternoon soon, but no, a girl in a white shirt and gray trousers walked to the table and secretly handed him a small box with some pastries in it.

Just as the hungry Selana was feasting, the girl was sitting at the same table, putting her beautiful ponytail on the table, and then turning her head to the deer's head.

Selana looked at the girl after eating the pastry. Her eyes were very bright, her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were slightly squinted, as if a kitten is dozing off, and the smile at the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.

So, what is the relationship between this little girl and Baishan?

After coming back from the same table, I looked out for the little girl honestly until the class bell rang and the two returned to their respective positions.

Serana heard a lot of whispers, the deer head at this time, the eyes reflected the light of noon, bright.

The bell rang in the afternoon, Selana picked up the deer head and left, but in fact, there was still a night to study. She put the deer head in the empty bag, passed the guard, and left.

It is difficult for people to see the sunset in the woods, and the same is true in the cities, especially the countless mountains on the horizon, which will block the sun in advance, making it impossible to witness the fireball falling into the other shore of the world.

Serrana, dressed in a golden evening dress and a sable coat, dressed like a palace willow, wandered around the huge city. The neon lights were not as dazzling as her posture. The endless lights of the traffic flowed past her without any surprised stare. She was a person who was forgotten by the world, carrying a deer head forgotten by the world.

She didn't know where she was going home. When she took the car in the morning, she walked around in front of the same buildings, like walking through a maze. But the road to the suburbs was still and familiar. She walked along the road and the sky was getting darker and darker.

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The door was open, and a woman walked out of it, dressed in a simple dress and wearing an apron. It was Lu Zhengkang's mother.

The women looked around, seemingly disturbed. Selana quickly took the deer head out of her bag. The woman and the deer head looked at each other and stayed there. For about three or four seconds, the woman trot over and hugged Selana.

Serana froze.

She felt her silent crying, and she dripped tears on her shoulders.

Serrana hesitated for a moment, and reached out to embrace the woman.

"Come, just come, eat, eat."

The woman obviously did not expect that her son would find here. Her dining table was very simple, with two dishes and one soup, one of which was left at noon. Seeing this dirty green-lacquered wooden rectangular table, Selana had some Joy is like finding a stable and warm reef in this turbulent memory frenzy.

After the meal, the women cleaned up the bedroom for Serana.

"Did you bring homework?"

Serrana didn't understand, put the deer head on the desk, and got into the bed.

The woman continued to nag, "You still have to write your homework. Your head teacher called me, forget it today, and you will go to your father tomorrow... Mom is very poor here. Don't follow me."

Serrana leaned her head on her side. The woman was leaning on the door frame. The deer's head was on the desk. The light of the lamp was cold and bright. This scene was very monotonous. She turned her head to the other side. I don't know when a window was opened here, dark blue. With the breeze blowing the curtains in the evening, the eyes came into view again and again.

For an unknown period of time, the woman left, closed the door, Selana went to turn off the lamp on the desk, and put the deer head in the bed, just as it used to be.

On the road outside the house, traffic was speeding.

good night.

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