The first week of transferring school, chatting between classes.
Li Ni casually spread rumors about someone who was "bad" when she was a child, and some evil element in her heart was at work, so she started to talk about it: "Smoking, drinking, and falling in love, she is really proficient in everything, and she is not good at studying. And her character is even less good." I don't know what came to mind, but she seemed to be gritting her teeth.
Suddenly, a faint woody fragrance came from the side, but it was light enough and not unpleasant.
Li Ni looked over and saw that the young man was holding a square pile of rags in his hand. He stood upright and nodded slightly at her in the aisle next to her.
The next second, she saw that face glancing at her condescendingly, his eyes a bit inexplicably complicated, and then he faintly uttered a few words with his thin lips: "Please excuse me and clean the window sill."
Hiss, why does my back feel so cold?
On weekends, Li Ni went to his father's friend's house to borrow books.
The security door was opened from the outside, and she saw the "uneducated and unskilled" person in her mouth. It looked familiar. The next second she realized, this face was exactly the one she had seen at school the day before.
Under the crowd of adults, the other party looked at her and said expressionlessly: "Hello."
Li Ni, who uttered wild words in front of the other party the day before:...
Damn it.
If there was a crack in the ground, she would be the first to get in.
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There are too many imperfections in this world. Life does not follow a routine, but turns unexpectedly. Dance does not end gracefully, but falls without weight. Love does not come naturally, but ends abruptly.
What exactly is perfect?
Li Ni had no clue about this.
In the summer when she was seventeen, the asphalt pavement took away her perfect landing on the stage. Just like a bird that should have soared in the sky lost its wings, an excellent pianist lost his proudest hands, and Li Ni lost the stage that she had poured all her hard work into.
The ending of the dance needs to land perfectly, but life and love often backfire. Sometimes, we need to accept the imperfect existence and then live in the opposite direction.
[Fake asshole × fake good girl]
ps: In the early stage, the relaxed campus style was more ordinary and ordinary.
Later, the main plot will be introduced, and the content is a bit sour.
All dance-related content in this article is fictitious, please do not take it seriously.
Intention: Dream well and love well.
