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Volume 2 The Emperor's Desire to Raise His Arms.1994.4.2 Chapter 23 Lan Muchi's Depression

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    "Fortunately, Liu Ye is more conscientious. He gave me all these plasters. If he kept them privately, how would I train him in the future"

    This can't be blamed on Ye Bihuang for being a slanderer in his heart, but because Liu Ye was really too scornful towards him. He couldn't even deform the slightest movement and had to redo it. At the end of the day, Ye Bihuang did a lot of exercise that far exceeded Liu Ye's requirements.  .  [Text first release]

    Ye Bihuang muttered while applying the ointment to his joints, elbows and spine.

    "So tired, so tired"

    Ye Bihuang had just finished wiping it off and fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his clothes.

    The moon in the sky is so clear, shining on everything in the world. She seems to be smiling slightly, looking at Ye Bihuang with a kind smile.

    Youth is a short-lived dream. When you wake up, it has long disappeared without a trace. Just like Shakespeare's famous saying, the days passed are often irretrievable.

    ¡°If anyone has the opportunity to go back over again, open the hasty book of youth again, make up for the regrets that make him sad, and let his life shine with splendid light, he will undoubtedly be the lucky one among hundreds of millions of people.

    ?¡­

    Ye Bihuang was shaking violently. He tried to open his eyes and was sweating profusely.

    When he saw a wind chime on the ceiling, Ye Bihuang suddenly became quiet.

    "It's so dangerous, I'm real, here"

    Since his rebirth, Ye Bihuang always doubted whether he was really reborn. Every time he went to bed, he was afraid that he would wake up and return to that useless life. But every time he woke up, it was this vivid and beautiful life.  This world, this world where my parents are still there and my dreams are still there.

    When Ye Bihuang woke up from a long dream that seemed to travel through time and space and found himself lying on a soft single bed, his panicked heart finally calmed down!

    With his mind in chaos, Ye Bihuang slowly sat up on the edge of the bed.  His body was still sore.  I saw that this was a very simple small bedroom. There was a small table and a chair next to the single bed. There was a light blue backpack on the small table, which was bulging inside.

    Is this the neat little bedroom I had a few years ago?  He was deeply impressed by that schoolbag, which his mother bought for him when he was in fifth grade.

    He bit his lower lip with his upper and lower teeth, and he really felt the pain. This was definitely not a dream.

    He just had a terrible dream. He dreamed that he was forty years old and a loser.

    With light steps, Ye Bihuang opened the door of the small bedroom and walked out. He looked around with blank eyes. The living room was completely filled with furnishings from when he was in junior high school, a worn-out sofa, a coffee table with worn edges, and a combination cabinet that had lost its luster.  , and an eighteen-inch TV.

    After seeing all this clearly, Ye Bihuang breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He had to do one last thing to make himself sure. He quickly ran towards the long mirror hanging on the wall, and what he saw was a picture that could not be discussed.  The handsome young face is exactly what he looked like when he was in junior high school.

    "Fortunately, the dream is false."

    "Son, do you want to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom?"

    His mother rubbed her groggy eyes and looked at Ye Bihuang. Ye Bihuang looked at the familiar face, the mother who had always loved him, and suddenly felt sour in his heart. At home, his mother and father were the closest people to him and the most important.  For those who care about him, if he makes a little movement, his mother will wake up from her sleep.

    "Mom" Ye Bihuang threw himself into his mother's arms. He must change this time and change the established fact.

    "Good boy, go to the toilet quickly, finish your work and go to sleep."

    Su Yu saw that nothing happened.  He patted Ye Bihuang's shoulder, then rubbed his eyes and went to sleep.

    "Mom, I will definitely save you two this time, and I won't let you leave me again."

    Ye Bihuang¡¯s parents died suddenly when Ye Bihuang was in the third year of junior high school. This was a huge blow to Ye Bihuang. The reason was that the two went to Yanjing to see a doctor, but they encountered the legendary plane crash.

    Ye Bihuang frowned and walked towards the school. He remembered that today was the most painful day in his life, the most unforgettable day, although it was weaker than Xiao Qiuruo's time.

    But it was enough to change his life.

    Today, last month's monthly exam results are due to be released. Ye Bihuang remembers it very clearly. Maybe he was too playful some time ago. He secretly stayed up all night a few days before the exam, resulting in a complete failure during the exam.  No, the result in the final exam was very, very poor. It was at the lowest point. It can be said to be the lowest point in Ye Bihuang's life.  However, it is precisely because of this?His head teacher, Chinese teacher Guo Baomin, strongly criticized him. His words were very explicit, and he almost cursed him.

    Originally, Guo Baomin¡¯s image in the eyes of students was not good, and coupled with his crazy criticism that day, Ye Bihuang hated him even more.

    However, Guo Baomin had such great authority that Ye Bihuang did not dare to resist him, so he had to endure it, and he did not raise his head in front of his classmates for a whole year.  For this reason, as a young and energetic man, he once hid in his bed and cried secretly for several nights.

    Sure enough, when we arrived at the class, the whole class was silent. Only Ye Bihuang arrived at school late, and the sound of him packing his schoolbag was particularly jarring.

    Even though Ye Bihuang tried his best to move softly, it was still very loud.

    "Ye Bihuang, stand up!"

    Ye Bihuang was just about to sit down when he heard Guo Baomin's sharp scolding.  Ye Bihuang stood up. At least for now, he couldn't fight Guo Baomin.

    The whole class looked at Ye Bihuang with pity, knowing that he must be unlucky today, otherwise the head teacher would never look like this.  Ye Bihuang also had a headache.

    "Ahem Let me start reading our monthly exam results from last month! Let me focus on two people first. The first one is the number one in our class, classmate Lan Muchi! She won the eighth place in a row!  She ranked first in the class in the next monthly exam including the final exam and the midterm exam! Everyone congratulates her."

    The whole class burst into loud applause, with some boys drumming particularly energetically.

    The behavior of these boys is understandable.

    Lan Muxi is the school belle and is very popular in the class. In addition, she studies very well, so she is known as the little fairy in the whole school. It is conceivable that Lan Muxi has a high rating among the boys.  How high.  Lan Muxi has many suitors, at least a hundred. Of course, they are invisible. There are obviously five or six suitors. Ye Bihuang cannot count them at all.

    Ye Bihuang glanced at Lan Muchi, with pity in his eyes, because he knew that there was a huge crack in the heart of this girl who was as beautiful as a water lily - her cousin suffered from depression because of her parents' divorce, and finally because of unbearable  Tortured by the illness, he jumped to his death.  Lan Muxi was deeply influenced by her brother and also suffered from depression. However, she suffered from a very rare depression called invisible depression syndrome.  It doesn't show up at all in normal times. It only shows up slightly when no one is around. All the depression is being accumulated.  Until finally he couldn't hold it back and burst out.

    In the previous life, this little girl committed suicide by jumping off the building when she was in the third grade of junior high school. She left a bright and sad blood-red rose under the teaching building, which left a very deep impression on Ye Bihuang.

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