Fang Qitian started chatting with Xiao Haiting inexplicably, and the other party also added Fang Qitian's chat account,
While chatting, Xiao Haiting suddenly said something: "Does Qitian think there will be another version of himself in the world?"
Fang Qitian stopped turning the pages of the book and raised his eyes to look at Xiao Haiting: "Yes."
Xiao Haiting suddenly seemed to have seen a savior. She sat next to Fang Qitian and relished: "Let me tell you, I have seen another me, but she doesn't look like me. There is another name. She is
I’m from another world!”
"Yeah." Fang Qitian listened to Xiao Haiting's words and responded, thinking that she was either suffering from chuunibyou, or that there really were people in this world other than the group of people Hua Ling mentioned.
Xiao Haiting spoke passionately about the other woman, and asked Fang Qitian why he believed it and whether he had seen it before.
Fang Qitian nodded.
"The other me is called Nangong Mu. Where is the other you?"
"Hua Ling."
"What does it look like?"
"White hair, quite tall, male."
Fang Qitian did not think what Xiao Haiting said was true. She told Fang Qitian that her other self was once a queen. Xiao Haiting kept telling Fang Qitian how outstanding her other self was.
Fang Qitian and Xiao Haiting were not in the same class, so they had little contact with each other. Later, they only said a few words on the chat software and did not discuss too much about the other person.
When Xiao Haiting said she wanted to add Fang Qitian as a gaming friend, Fang Qitian told her: "I won't play that game anymore."
Xiao Haiting didn't understand: "Why? Isn't it fun? Don't you like that character?"
"I like it, but the game is not everything to me. Once I feel good about that character, I uninstall the game."
What Fang Qitian said didn't carry much emotion. It didn't matter what she liked. What mattered was that they had appeared before, even if they might never meet again in the future.
For Fang Qitian, being obsessed with anyone or anything is the first step to falling into the abyss. Fang Qitian will always give these words to himself.
During the summer vacation after the first year of technical secondary school, Fang Qitian broke off contact with his nominal "girlfriend" whom he had been dating for two years.
The reason is that the other party ignores me in the chat group and is flirting with other people where he can see it.
Fang Qitian couldn't figure out whether he was seriously jealous at first, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it would be better for both parties to be decisive, so he deleted all chat methods.
Anyway, it’s an online relationship. We’ve never met each other except for photos and phone calls. One is sixteen and the other is fourteen.
"Smart kids who skip a grade will definitely find someone better than me. If they continue to stay with me, they will only become my punching bag."
Fang Qitian let go of the sparrow that brought her hope.
"Maybe the other person is just nice to me because of the central air conditioning. Maybe he doesn't like girls at all."
Fang Qitian comforted himself that he had a way of doing it.
Later, when the rental contract expired, Fang Qitian moved into his aunt's old house. The woman said that he would not have to pay rent to live here and that he could stay there for a long time until his aunt and uncle returned home.
Fang Qitian didn't care much about the house, but when he heard that his aunt would return to China, he suddenly became energetic, because her aunt's return meant that her cousin Yu Xia would also come back and she could see her.
I don't know when she will come back... Fang Qitian thought aimlessly, but he seemed to have some hope.
But one day in the second school year, Fang Qitian suddenly felt that she had no hope again. She couldn't tell what was wrong with her, and she couldn't remember what was wrong with her.
Fang Qitian only felt that his dislike of studying was rising again, but the school seemed to be right, the teacher was right, the classmates were right, and the parents were right. Only he was wrong.
What she remembers clearly is that the head teacher called her to the office because she didn't do her English reading assignment. She only remembered that the teacher said something later: "Shanghai people can't speak Shanghai dialect, what kind of Shanghainese are you?"
She couldn't remember. When she came to her senses, Fang Qitian had been beaten and scolded by his parents for not wanting to go to school. The door frame of the room had been kicked in by a man and could not be locked.
There was always a scene in front of Fang Qitian, but she couldn't remember its cause and effect. She saw the teacher slamming the water glass on the table. The teacher was very angry, of course because of Fang Qitian.
But Fang Qitian seemed to be laughing at that time.
Fang Qitian doesn't remember much about what happened next, except that after continuing to go to school, the woman gave Fang Qitian a note and asked her to hand it to the class teacher.
When Fang Qitian handed the note to the class teacher, the class teacher glanced at it, raised his eyes and asked Fang Qitian: "Do you know what is written on it?"
Fang Qitian shook his head, and the head teacher showed the note to her. Fang Qitian saw the leave request note for him that the head teacher and his mother had discussed.
It said that Fang Qitian was taking a break to treat mild depression.
The class teacher took back the note and put it in his notebook, and told Fang Qitian: "It doesn't mean you really have mild depression if you don't write it. If you don't write it, you will be deducted moral education points and punished for being absent from class. You
It’s up to you to calculate how much you missed in class, if you really get deducted you will be asked to leave.”
Fang Qitian nodded in agreement.
When leaving the office, Fang Qitian was thinking: "Depression..." doesn't mean it's true... I'm just tired of studying... I'm not sick... Yes, I'm not sick! I'm not sick! How could I be mentally ill?
disease!
Fang Qitian walked back to the classroom with a smile. After returning to her seat, she no longer wanted to care about other people or things. She only felt her head tingling, but she seemed to be very happy because she kept laughing.
Later, Fang Qitian spoke very little. When he looked up at people, he still had a straight face, and his personality didn't change much. It's just that few people knew about it, because there was like a barrier between Fang Qitian and others.
Fang Qitian later often brought her Walkman to listen to music and read books during class breaks. Other people's words seemed to her like an unbridgeable gap.
It's just that Fang Qitian's migraines seemed to be more serious, and sometimes they were accompanied by tinnitus, but Fang Qitian didn't take care of it. Anyway, his health was not bad for a day or two.
As long as it doesn't affect your life.
Fang Qitian met Hua Ling by chance while shopping in a bookstore, but at first glance Fang Qitian thought he was very familiar and had seen him somewhere. At second glance, he thought Hua Ling's hair color was very special and pretty.
There was no third glance, they just passed each other without any intersection, without any unnecessary glances.
Hua Ling could naturally feel Fang Qitian's poor mental state, but he didn't care. No one said, "You must take care of your other self," right?
The people who should take care of Fang Qitian failed to take good care of him, and they couldn't blame Hua Ling. At most, they could blame the environment and the world, and they didn't know Hua Ling.