[Luo Chuangchuang] "Annals" (I)

Su Chen is a good child, the child from other people's family as her mother calls her. "Look at Su Chen..." The neighbor's children once regretted that they came to this world and became neighbors with Su Chen. They couldn't compare with him. The neighbors' compliments never stopped, and Su Chen never listened carefully. Su Chen's mind was quick, but he was never humble. He was equally proud of everyone, even his parents. Some people are very proud, but they have the capital to be proud. It just so happens that Su Chen has this capital, at least in front of his parents, teachers and classmates. ———————————————————————————————————— It is September in the golden autumn, about three hundred days before the college entrance examination. On the century-old campus, a few twisted old trees are mottled, and there are no people on the basketball court. Lin Ying's pretty eyebrows wrinkled. The weather was too hot, maybe. She looked at an empty seat in the corner of the classroom with her slender eyes and sighed softly. That proud boy never had any quarrels with anyone. He always stayed quietly in the corner, with his broken bangs blocking his beautiful eyes. Thinking of his eyes, the corners of Lin Ying's mouth curled up unconsciously. So beautiful. But, where did he go? Lin Ying squinted her slender eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. ———————————————————————————————————— In the early morning, the sky is bright and the early autumn dew is already chilly. Su Chen was lying in the forest. He didn't know which forest this was. Su Chen somehow ended up here. Su Chen wanted to move, but later found that he couldn't move anywhere except his tongue and eyes. It was as if he had lost all his strength, and his limbs could no longer be used. So he waited quietly, would he die? Su Chen thought with an expressionless face. He lost his expression and mood on that day in late August, and had forgotten what it felt like. In fact, if Su Chen could be more enthusiastic towards people in the past, he might be able to have more faint memories now. Su Chen couldn't remember how many times he woke up and lay like this in the deep mountains and old forests. Su Chen walked down the mountain every day, but when he woke up, the altitude was still rising. Su Chen could already see snow. Su Chen was a little strange. He didn't feel cold or have trouble breathing. Su Chen threw aside the unknown beast meat that he had in his hands. For a person who was used to eating cooked food, this thing made him feel nauseous. After moving his body a little, Su Chen dusted off the fallen leaves. He raised his head and looked at the distant mountain top, where there was faint snow and pure white snow.