
That Different Sea of blocks
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On the honor list of Ivy High School, the names of Lin Xi and Jiang Xu are always next to each other, like two flowers framed in glass. Teachers say that Linxi is like the dew in the morning, and you have to soak it with words when drinking plain water; parents sigh that Jiangxi is like the wind in the afternoon, and you can catch the flow of knowledge even if you lie down on the table. But no one has seen it. There is tobacco ashes hidden in the exposed folds, and the shadows of lightning are entangled in the wind lines. In Lin Xi's schoolbag, cigarette cases and vocabulary notebooks are crowded together; on the back of Jiang Xu's draft paper, the mysterious invitation is more scrawled than the function image. When the cold light of the convenience store shattered each other's masks, there were more than just Coke bubbles floating in the air-- "Did you drop the smoke under the sycamore tree?" "Then what kind of charm is the lightning in your pocket?" They approached by following the shadows of top students, and under the flickering street lights, in the sea of unsolvable questions, and on the cigarette boxes with symbols painted on them, they felt the rebellion that was broken into each other's bones. It turns out that the so-called model student is just pruning the wildly growing branches into the shape that others like; the so-called academic god is also writing secrets on the back of the draft paper that he dare not let go. When the pen engraved with lightning was hung on the bulletin board, and when the word "Chen" floated into the world of the two people like a cloud, this masked dance suddenly hit the wrong beat. "Are you betting? Whoever loses his mask first will go dance under the moonlight." The secret of wind and dew has just been revealed.
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