2. Zhou Chenran's extra: The Himalayan Monkey (Part 1)...

"Have you ever heard a story?"

Zhou Chenran raised his head. Yu Zhouzhou next to him seemed to be talking to him, but he didn't look at him. He was still staring at the bookshelf with all his body intently, not knowing what books he was looking for.

He didn't understand how the other party could talk to him so casually, as if he was just a primary school classmate she hadn't met for a long time, and was still the kind she was not very familiar with.

But he still asked uncontrollably, "What story?"

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He was so sad that his mother was talking about at home that he wanted to collapse. He had no choice but to go out and wander around in the name of buying a postgraduate entrance examination tutoring book. Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure in the corner of the bookstore.

After not seeing each other for three years, the other party no longer had a ponytail, or even just a back, but he still recognized it at a glance.

There were few readers in the bookstore. At that moment, he suddenly felt the sun shining above his head. When he lowered his head, he seemed to have become the thin drum horn player again, wearing a hard green trumpeter suit and a string of extremely ugly white decorative spikes on his chest.

The girl in front of her was not wearing a drum uniform, and was the only bright color in the large green ocean. She stood in front of the sink for a long time, wondering if she had been attached with a destiny spell.

Under the command of the brigade counselor, everyone moved towards the sink. Zhou Chenran turned his face and suddenly saw the boys in his class with high words mingling in the group of girls playing drums. He didn't know what he said, which made the surroundings laugh. A hint of lust appeared on their faces, and they still looked young, but they would always become more and more familiar with each other as they got older.

It was as if no one else was around, and under the sun, it exuded a dry and youthful atmosphere.

There is always a kind of person in the world. Whether they are six or sixteen years old, they always stand in the center of the crowd. They don’t remember others with vague faces around them, but when others look through their youth, they have them on every page.

Zhou Chenran could not erase his youth memorial book in any case. It seemed that others were stealing the spotlight in his memorial book, and he could not find himself in the crowd.

When he first jumped to the new class, the teacher always cared for him like a kindergarten child. He vaguely knew that the teacher was not caring for him, but his mother. The curiosity of the students at the beginning gradually faded away. Zhou Chenran was small, had an ordinary face, black and thin, and was inconspicuous wherever he stood.

There was a stingy little girl in his original class who always liked to use words to sting him. Although sometimes he would speak too much, he would blush and say loudly, "I'll tell the teacher to you, I'm going to tell my mother..."

Everyone would make fun of him, saying that he was so old, he always kept his mother on his lips. The little girl smiled particularly brightly, and her quarrels like a little duck. Zhou Chenran suddenly realized that she didn't seem so angry.

Even if she always says, why do you always follow me? Are you cheap?

However, later, the girl was severely criticized by the teacher. Zhou Chenran didn't know how her mother knew that her baby son was bullied and scolded at school - she always had a way to know everything about her. The girl's face was flushed, she returned to class crying, and read the review in front of everyone, while she was chanting, tears fell down her face.

Zhou Chenran was nailed to the seat and didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her that he actually didn't sue the teacher or his mother.

Really not.

The girl never said a word to him since then, nor did anyone else.

On the day Zhou Chenran skipped, his mother squatted halfway through the collar and took him to the new class. He glimpsed the girl sitting in the front row and looked at him expressionlessly - he didn't feel the kind of mother saying "The people who bully you will definitely not be able to raise your head at that time. If you can skip the grade, you will be smarter and better than them. They will definitely be embarrassed to look at you" - he suddenly felt very lonely.

It turns out that this feeling is loneliness.

In the new class, he became a shadow again. Even Jiang Chuan, who is one year younger than others, has his own circle of partners. Although he always looks like a snot-dragged follower behind Ling Xiangqian and Lin Yang, Zhou Chenran is envious.

Their parents are familiar with each other and sometimes they eat together. The topics of adults at the dinner table are always boring. They get off the table early, run out of the hotel private room, squat in the hotel lobby to patrol, observe the turtles, trout, yellow eels and black chickens to be slaughtered. The other three people gather together and talk lively. He wanted to make a statement, but after thinking about it, he always didn't know what to say.

"The catfish with long beards looks like an old man."

Ling Xiangqian always likes to compare one thing to another. Jiang Chuan nodded on the side like pounding garlic, while Lin Yang shook his head disdainfully, "How is it like?"

"Ling Xiangqian said it was like it." Jiang Chuan said bluntly, sucking his nose.

"Ling Xiangqian is your mother?" Lin Yang was crazy at the fish tank. Ling Xiangqian blushed. The three of them were quarreling in a mess. Zhou Chenran was about to speak when he suddenly saw Jiang Chuan's mother walking over from afar.

"Don't go out, don't run far away, have fun-" After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Chenran again, and smiled lovingly, and said, "Don't just spend your time playing with Chenran, he is a younger brother, you have to take care of him."

This is always the case.

He would rather think hard outside other people's circles than be pushed by adults to become an alien. You have to take care of him, you have to take him with him - he has become a task entrusted. They hate him, but they have a look on their faces that dare not hate him.

Jiang Chuan's mother's smile seemed to be facing him, and she seemed to have passed through him, laughing behind him.

Ling Xiangqian curled her lips helplessly and suddenly said, "Zhou Chenran, do you think the catfish looks like an old man?"

Zhou Chenran was caught off guard and was speechless for a long time. Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Chuan's mother's smile, so he nodded fiercely.

Lin Yang looked at him with his arms even more disdainful, while Jiang Chuan seemed to be frustrated that Ling Xiangqian's number of followers exceeded the only organization, and Ling Xiangqian successfully completed the task of "taking care of Zhou Chenran" and continued to squat in front of the fish tank to observe the catfish, as if he had not noticed that his answer was yes or no.

After that, the three of them continued to quarrel, and Zhou Chenran stood up embarrassedly to go to the bathroom. While washing his hands, he accidentally heard the voices of two women at the door of the women's toilet next door.

His mother and Lin Yang's mother.

Zhou Chenran has heard many times the stories, the grievances between his parents, and another woman and her daughter were intertwined in the middle. Her mother told many people like a nerve, and he was always with her.

He suddenly was curious about what Lin Yang's mother's expression was, and the real expression hidden under that expression, inside.

He knew from his father since he was a child that adults could have two sets of expressions at the same time, but the conversation went smoothly.

The mother and daughter were naturally hateful, he knew. Although he couldn't remember the scene when he was held by his mother when he was two or three years old, he always remembered the little girl standing alone in the bright first floor hall of the mall.

Those eyes made the young Zhou Chenran hate her tooth--although he didn't know what he hated her, anyway, his mother was angry, so he should be angry.

His mother said, "Battle, bitch."

He learned to say, wild breed, bitch.

No matter why I was a child, a few words unknowingly penetrated into my body and memory. Even if I have questions when I grow up, I just need to remember one thing--my family is never wrong.

The one who is wrong can be others or fate. In short, you are not wrong. If you firmly believe in this way, there will be no confusion in life.

"I heard that the child was a team committee member at school? Isn't Yang Yang the captain?"

Zhou Chenran smiled a little embarrassedly when he heard Lin Yang's mother, "How can we know so many children in the brigade headquarters? After all, they are not from the same class."

lie.

Zhou Chenran seemed to have seen Lin Yang's real expression in his heart with his ears in an instant.

When he was in the third grade, he jumped to Class 1 of Lin Yang's fourth year. He once pointed to the girl who was jumping on the playground and asked, "What's her name?"

Lin Yang was lowering his head and snatching the ball. He glanced in the direction he indicated, and the football flew out and rolled away along the wall.

He turned his head and did not look at Zhou Chenran, "What did you ask her?"

Zhou Chenran remembered what his mother had told him, and said nothing, just shook his head, "Just ask."

Lin Yang ran out to pick up the ball and left him there.

Zhou Chenran was always a little afraid of Lin Yang. He always felt that Lin Yang looked down on him, and he didn't know why. The more he wanted to perform well, the other party no longer treated him so condescendingly, but the more he felt very powerless - Lin Yang was good at everything, he couldn't find any breakthrough, any one, so that his mother wouldn't talk about it anymore, look at Lin Yang...

He was at a loss. Wherever he could see the girl's ponytail jumped behind her head as she jumped, like a lively black carp.

"Yu Zhouzhou."

He came to his senses and Lin Yang had already walked past him with the ball in his arms. His voice was very light and it seemed to be insignificant, but it was not very well disguised.

However, Zhou Chenran had no time to pay attention to Lin Yang's abnormal awkwardness, and he just thought that Lin Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Yu Zhouzhou.

After so many years, Zhou Chenran finally knew the girl's name.

Since he first learned about the existence of this girl when he was a child, she was just a pair of disgusting but particularly bright eyes in his heart. He still remembered that on the first day of his school, his parents drove him to the school gate together. His mother squatted and helped him tidy up his collar. After giving a few instructions, she suddenly said, "Don't pay attention to her when she saw that little bastard!"

He looked up and saw his father's frowning brows. In just a moment, the weather was calm immediately.

He didn't even react to who "that little bastard" was, so he nodded obediently. When he walked to the door of the class, he remembered the woman and her child whom repeatedly mentioned during the quarrels between his parents these days.

His parents always quarrel because of all kinds of things, but in the end everything went back to this girl.

After Lin Yang's light words, Zhou Chenran realized that all the crisp sounds of the vases that were broken in the middle of the night and the dull sounds of the doors being closed heavily were called Yu Zhouzhou.

Zhou Chenran's mother told him that Yu Zhouzhou was in the same school as him, told him that he must have better grades than Yu Zhouzhou, told him that he should be better than Yu Zhouzhou, and stepped on her under his feet, but told him that you should not look at her like that kind of woman's child, just pretend that she does not exist!

Zhou Chenran had no time to think about how many contradictions there were in these words. He was the nameless shadow in the audience. She stood on the stage and smiled. She was as flawless as Lin Yang. How could he fulfill his mother's instructions?

So I could only complain in my heart. Look, she was stuck once when she hosted the Art Festival. Look how fake she laughed, look, she was scolded by the brigade counselor, and even, look, she fell while jumping on the rubber band...

All her imperfect holes eventually became the big hole he dug in his heart.

Zhou Chenran seemed to have found something for his blank life by accident. He spread rumors and slandered her when others praised Yu Zhouzhou, and laughed the loudest when Yu Zhouzhou made a fool of himself, even if she couldn't hear it at all. All his little happiness was based on her pain - at least he thought she should be in pain.

He hoped that he would be very strong, Lin Yang bowed to him, Ling Xiangqian had nothing to say to him, Jiang Chuan said loudly, "Zhou Chenran said yes," while Yu Zhouzhou hugged in the corner and cried quietly.

There was a secret in his heart that he wanted the whole world to call her a bitch with him, but that matter involved his family and his father. His mother said it, and he repeatedly told him that you can't tell it, you can't tell it out.

Zhou Chenran stood in the bright sunlight and suddenly felt that the gods were possessed. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but no matter what, he wanted to let those influential figures see it.

The devil ran wildly and rushed towards the strange and familiar back.

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

He made a move to slap her ass hard - in fact, he didn't touch her hand at all. Hearing the laughter around him, Zhou Chenran grinned, turned around and ran back to the drum team's camp, and looked back to observe Yu Zhouzhou's reaction while running.

My heart suddenly filled with a sense of accomplishment. The sun was the brightest spotlight. He stood on the stage, standing in everyone's eyes, listening to the whistles of the tall boys.

The girl finally turned around and looked at Zhou Chenran's back with bright eyes, looking confused as she had just woken up.

She didn't know him at all.

Zhou Chenran had some idea of ​​panic, paused, his body leaned forward inertially, his throat was stuck hard, his collar was choking, and he instantly choked out tears, bent down and coughed constantly.

He lowered his head, only his white pants were seen in his blurry sight.

"Are you looking for death?"

The spotlight is too short. After the darkness, the protagonist comes on stage. Zhou Chenran realizes that he is just the monitor in the overture.

(to be continued)

The author has something to say: to be continued.

Actually, I am quite interested in Zhou Chenran. However, I basically don’t have time to write from his perspective in the text, so, Zhou, be the protagonist once.

Update the second half tomorrow.
Chapter completed!