Xiao Huanxi: I am Fang Yifan

Chunfeng Middle School, third class of high school.

Li Meng scanned the class, and among the few people, there was no Fang Yifan.

As the key care object of the third grade of high school, Li Meng knows Fang Yifan very well.

At noon, Fang Yifan was fine and would not go home.

“Did you see Fang Yifan?” Li Meng asked the classmates.

“He went out with the piano case on his back, not long, three or five minutes.” Some students answered.

Li Meng asked a few students standing and chatting in the corridor.

Fortunately, Fang Yifan has been in the limelight in the past two days, and has reached the point where everyone knows about the third grade of high school.

It’s easy to ask where to go.

I actually went upstairs.

Upstairs, there is only one place on the roof.

This dead child, why is it okay to go so high?

Li Meng was wearing high heels, he was already tired from walking, and he was almost exhausted after a busy morning.

This time I have to climb the stairs, which is simply looking for abuse.

If you don’t climb, you can’t do it, let Pan Shuai take a word to ask Fang Yifan to go to the office after school, but this dead child didn’t go at all.

She also didn’t have Fang Yifan’s mobile phone number, and her parents were so fragile, she didn’t dare to bother anymore.

You can only find it yourself.

Finally climbed to the top floor, holding the handrail of the stairwell, Li Meng was already tired and panting.

The sound of the guitar suddenly came, like a clear spring in the mountains, instantly washing away Li Meng’s fatigue and soothing the spirit.

She came to the roof lightly and secretly looked in the direction where the piano sound came.

I saw Fang Yifan holding a guitar, greeting the skylight, leaning on the white pillar, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

“This dead kid is still a little handsome.” Li Meng muttered in his heart.

“A song that borrowed me, this song appeared in this world for the first time, to myself.” Fang Yifan’s voice came over.

Lend me? First time? Li Meng was surprised, could it be that this is Fang Yifan’s original song?

Fang Yifan didn’t know that Li Meng was behind him, the sky was just right, the mood was just right, the notes were beating, and he finally spoke:

“Borrow me ten years, borrow my bravery in the end of the world;”

The moment Fang Yifan spoke, Li Meng directly stood on the spot.

What kind of sound is that, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, the first rays of light in the sky, people are intoxicated.

How can ten years of time and the bravery of the end of the world be borrowed?

If he can, Li Meng also thinks that after working for many years, he can experience the passage of time, but he can never do what he wants to do.

Just working every day is exhausting, where is the bravery of desperate?

It’s really a teenager’s romance!

Li Meng thought so, her eyes were full of envy, she looked at Fang Yifan, as if she saw her former youth.

“Borrow my vow!”

“Lend me to be lonely as it was the first sight!”

Li Meng felt suffocated.

She is not married, she has no boyfriend, but she seems to be old for a long time.

She had long forgotten what it was like to meet for the first time, and she couldn’t find anyone who could say the vow.

“Borrow my life that is not afraid of crushing!”

“Borrow me to be raw and reckless, don’t ask tomorrow!”

Li Meng felt inexplicable bitterness in his heart, responsible for the wall, and covered his chest with his hands.

Oaths, first sights, aliveness, no question about tomorrow, these were all things she once had.

But now they are no more, life is like a carving knife, carving away all these useless beauty.

Yes, if you still want to get it back, you can only borrow it.

She suddenly understood why Fang Yifan wanted to start by borrowing me.

If you don’t have it, you need to borrow it!

“Lend me a light to illuminate the dim;”

“Borrow me a smile as bright as spring;”

“Kill mediocre feelings by me;”

“By the sorrow and cry of my indulgence;”

“Borrow my heart to move like the past;”

“Borrow my comfortable morning and evening;”

Li Meng only felt that this sentence of lyrics was like a needle pierced her heart.

Let her tremble, in infinite longing and nostalgia, fall into the dark despair, unable to break free.

Then, Fang Yifan’s light-like voice seemed to pull her out of the abyss:

“Watch the time pass

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“Borrow me to be speechless”

“Regardless of it”

“Don’t read it either.”

Repeated low singing, in the most indifferent and gentle voice.

It’s like seeing through everything, and it’s like a compromise on life.

Laughed and cried, happy and sad, all in the heart, silent and wordless growth to this day.

In the time of a song, Li Meng seems to have finished the first half of his life.

There was cold water falling on her face, Li Meng wiped it with her hand, only to suddenly find that she had burst into tears.

Those who want to borrow are all what she wants, and she can see them all in Fang Yifan’s body.

She finally understood why Fang Yifan was able to stand on that three-foot podium at the risk of the world’s condemnation.

At the age of eighteen, I have the courage to embrace the beauty of everything I want.

At the age of eighteen, you can try everything!

Li Meng wanted to return to this age, but it was too late.

“Lend me! That’s apt! ”

Li Meng thought in his heart, sorted out his appearance, and came to Fang Yifan’s side.

“Teacher Li?” Fang Yifan looked at Li Meng who suddenly appeared and was taken aback.

Only then did I remember that in the infirmary, Teacher Pan once brought a message, and Li Meng asked him to go to the office after school.

“It’s okay, sit down, I’m not a teacher this time, you can call me Li Meng, I’ll call you Fang Yifan, let’s talk casually.”

Li Meng said, like a young girl, threw off her high heels, sat down next to Fang Yifan on the ground, and asked

“This song is so good, Fang Yifan, does anyone say that you are particularly handsome when you sing?”

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PS: Eleventh more, broken desire., if memory serves, big brother you are one of the top five tips, I clearly remember sending a single thank you, looking back and not finding it, flipping through the list of tips to find, too right, immediately make up, this chapter for you more, thank you for the support given when the new book is not a few chapters, always keep in mind, and hope to continue to support, I will also do my best to update it….