"The love of the young man, like the wind, invisible, but felt; like the name engraved on the table, I am afraid that you will see it, and I am also afraid that you will not see it."

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--Excerpted from the wedge of "Little Monster Diary"

September 2007, the red sun was scorching, and the freshmen of Tsinghua University were enrolled.

The whole city is like an airtight enamel jar, and the heat wave is hard to resist. Outside the Tsinghua Gate, you can see densely packed camphor trees along the way. The leaves are dense, and the trees stand upright, like a row of guards against the dead, all burly and mighty.

Ding Xian carried the suitcase and stood downstairs in the man's bedroom for half an hour. She is not tall, with a high ponytail, thin eyebrows and a small mouth, and a pair of clear pupils full of aura. Who said that, except for those eyes, her facial features are all plain, not outstanding, but also pleasing to the eye.

After an hour, she had no intention of leaving.

Cao Wenjun from the Department of Computer Science in his sophomore year went downstairs to buy water and saw this scene.

"Today's spectacle, the man's bedroom was surprised to see the husband's stone."

A group of technical houses in the group ignored the game, code programs, and experimental data. This photo did not stir up waves in the group, who Did not reply, still busy in their respective hands.

Cao Wenjun just thought of sharing a fun thing, and didn't take it to heart. After the filming, he kicked the phone back in his pocket and went to the canteen to buy water.

When he bought the water and stood in the small shop to drink, the phone got up frantically and took a look at it unhurriedly.

"Puff--"

The water in his mouth spurted two meters away in such a straightforward manner.

Someone in the group replied, not someone else, but the boss Zhou Siyue.

Probably it was Zhou Siyue, who just lost a college league game in front of him, and he was in a bad mood.

"Where is she?“

Cao Wenjun hurriedly screwed on the bottle cap, put the water in his arm, and quickly replied: "Then what, it's downstairs in our dormitory, boss, you...are you going to see it?"

"Yeah."

What kind of woman can make Zhou Si get out of the laboratory after a summer vacation?

Then the group instantly made up an idol drama about chasing husbands for thousands of miles. By the way, he also told Cao Wenjun: "Old Cao, please ask my sister-in-law to come in and sit down."

"Old Cao, help me collect my underwear and help the boss by the way. Hang it out, thank you."

"Old Cao, go and take a look at the face of my sister-in-law."

Cao Wenjun really caught it.

When Ding Xian was unprepared, he rushed over and pressed the shutter against her face, and then ran away at the speed of the 100-meter race. The little girl was confused. When she reacted, Cao Wenjun held his mobile phone. He fled the scene quickly, waved to Ding Xian, turned his head back three steps and went upstairs, before breathing well, he handed out the trophies one by one to the other two roommates.

In that era when there was no beauty, Ding Xian's photo was so ugly, her eyes looked like dead fish in horror, and even the cute little tiger teeth in the ordinary day looked not so cute, but her skin was good.

The roommates who finished reading said that the boss's eyes were really hard to express, and they all expressed their pity and affection, but it was a pity that they had such a handsome face.

Later, according to classmate Xiao Zhang, a roommate in the same group, he and his boss were installing the robots that were going to participate in the college league soon in the laboratory. After hearing the news in the group, the boss directly pinched his leg...- pinched off.

Classmate Xiao Zhang was mad about this, trembling with anger, and even speaking unfavorably. He cursed the young master Zhou up and down all the time, and finally remembered asking the woman. Who is it?

Cao Wenjun immediately handed over the information he had just inquired:

"High school classmates, I heard that she was admitted to Tsinghua University after a year for the boss, and also reported to the computer."

Xiao Zhang was stunned, his hands were not shaking, his face Damn it in capitals.

Someone exclaimed, "This woman is awesome!"

However, thanks to these roommates, Ding Xian, the first-year freshman in Grade 0, had already become popular in Tsinghua before school started, and she instantly became a positive aspect of premature love. The textbook has been passed down to this day.

To test Tsinghua University for love, it is great to think about it.

"But..." Cao Wenjun paused, frowning: "The boss seems to have rejected her..."

Everyone: what! No loss is Zhou Siyue, what is a woman, the program is king.

Sure enough, not everything in this world can be successful with hard work.

\*This box.

Ding Xian, who was rejected, was a little dumbfounded, bulging, sitting cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory and thinking, tapping her cheek regularly with the tips of her index fingers, the fan on top of her head hooted, the hot wind kept blowing, even the surrounding air Are all competing with her.

Does Zhou Siyue like her or not?

Suddenly remembered that there was a Chinese class in the third of high school.

The teacher put his hands on the podium, scanned the students underneath, and pushed his glasses with his index finger, and asked: In your eyes, what is growing up?

Someone responded very quickly and rushed to answer: "I got up in the morning and got wet pants, and then smiled knowingly, oh, not bed wet"

The answer was the most naughty boy in the class, who loves to pick up the teacher's words in class, especially the female teacher. Immediately afterwards, there was a roar of laughter from the originally silent classroom, and even the people beside Ding Xian couldn't help but hook their mouths.

The female teacher was young and thin-skinned.

Ding Xian, a representative of the Chinese class, leaned on the desk and looked at the profile of Fen biji shu next to him.

Zhou Siyue is lowering his head to write math papers, and he is quickly calculating with pen and paper. The fingers holding the pen are slender, the joints are clearly distinct, the blue blood vessels can be vaguely seen, the lowered eyebrows are as cold as usual, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth are obviously heard. Just now.

"Zhou Siyue."

"Huh?" The young man answered absently, without stopping, without raising his eyelids. There were a lot of formulas in the pen, and rows of numbers jumped from the tip of his pen like a line. After coming out, Ding Xian looked at the blank paper full of drafts, and looked at the answers that were hardly hesitating. His eyes were full of sighs, and he comforted himself: Don't get excited, he is the national mental arithmetic champion.

"So, you...were the bedwetting that day?" Ding Xian put her chin on the table, and curiously asked him: "Come On!"

That day? When? The better Zhou Si took a while to realize which day it was, she still dared to mention that day!

"If I don't beat you for three days, you will go to the room and uncover the tiles? Next time you will break into my room..." Accompanied by the boy's agitated voice, Ding Xian's forehead was relentlessly flicked by him with a ballpoint pen.

Ding Xian rubbed her head and continued to scribble on the table, subconsciously scratching the name originally engraved on the desk into a deep groove, while scratching it without forgetting to provoke: “I'll go!"

Shao Ye Zhou put down her pen and suddenly turned to look at her. Her hair was shining with golden light in the golden sunset, and her neck line smoothly extended to the collar of the school uniform, rolling slightly with her sharp apple, "Well, 66 you are not afraid of death, try it.

Ding Xian looked over in a daze.

Those eyes were full of jokes, and the evil nature of the young master came out again.

However, she always felt that at that time, Zhou Siyue's eyes liked her.

Thinking of this, she licked her dry lips with a little regret. The roommate with the mask under the bed had been looking at her for half an hour and couldn't help but interject: "I heard about it today, isn't Ding Xian? It's amazing. You."

Ding Xian regained her senses and wanted to say that she had won the prize. Then she thought about it. What was the prize? He didn't agree with you, so she scratched her eyebrows awkwardly while sitting on the bed.

When she was idle and bored, the mask roommate pulled her to talk about the love story.

"Do not panic, once let's not twice, not just three times, not three times to four times, I do not believe that the flower you cannot get that lump of cow dung.

In this handsome little frog In the science and engineering school walking all over the floor, the mask roommate felt that Ding Xian's senior should be just an ordinary engineering man with glasses.

It is more than enough to match Ding Xian's fresh and elegant little lotus.

Ding Xian lowered her head and picked her fingers, and muttered: "He is not cow dung."

After hearing this, the roommate with the tip of the ears had a clear look on her chest: "You know, your senior is the most handsome. Unrequited women have no aesthetics. Even if you have a crush on your booger, you think he is a fairy. The bones just floated off the painting, right?"

After finishing, she glanced at Ding Xian. The latter had already practiced yoga on the bed calmly, and the whole person buckled up against the wall with her arms on the bed, white. The hem of the cotton t-shirt slipped to the waist and back, exposing the deep concave spine line and two not shallow waists.

The mask roommate took a deep breath, "Small, I don't see it, it's quite predictable, it doesn't make sense-just you, stand in front of him, tuck up his clothes, minutes."

Take it off." It's useless."

Ding Xian closed her eyes and said calmly.

The rapid development of things was unexpected by the roommate of the mask. Although Ding Xian's chest is not big, she has everything that should be there. It shouldn't be so dismissed.

Now there is such a hard-to-find abstinence system?

The roommate opened her mouth, and didn't turn her mind: "Did you undress downstairs in the male dormitory during the day?“

"Of course not today." Ding Xian

rolled her eyes.

Ding Xian's grandmother was seriously ill when she was in her third year of high school. Father Ding was on a business trip for half a year. The eldest sister from the countryside calls and tells her grandmother that she needs to be taken care of by a caregiver. She pays a monthly nursing fee of 1,000. In addition, there are three sisters and brothers in the countryside, each of whom pays 200 per month.

At that time, Ding's family was already stretched. Father Ding had just been transferred for less than two years, and his salary was still at a basic level. Ding's mother had just been laid off at that time and was waiting for work at home. She had to pay back the monthly payment of the house, plus there was a little devil in the house. The younger brother bought it. For Ding's mother, these two hundred seemed to make things worse.

So the two couples negotiated and decided to let Ding Xian's mother go home to take care of her for a period of time, and then Ding Xian was entrusted by her mother to take care of Zhou's family the next day, and took his son back to the country.

This walk is half a year.

Ding Xian spent the first semester of high school at Zhou's house. The night before returning to the country for winter vacation, the two of them were doing homework in the room.

In fact, Ding Xian was writing papers in Zhou Siyue's room, and Young Master Zhou was leaning against the head of the bed in a chic and unrestrained posture, with one long leg stretched out and one long leg bent, hitting the little overlord in his hand.

He didn't bother to raise his eyelids the whole time.

In January, there was already a frozen world outside Beijing, and it was windy, and the window seemed to be covered with a thin woolen blanket.

Ding Xian didn't want to write the papers. Her thoughts were all on the young man with a wool blanket behind her. After writing the papers for a long time, she still stayed on the second question.

After about half an hour, Young Master Zhou was tired from playing. He threw down the game console and rubbed his neck to pick up her roll for inspection. Then he saw a simulated roll that was cleaner than the snow outside.

He didn't lose his temper. He just asked indifferently, "Isn't Tsinghua tested yet?"

Ding Xian felt that he had a different attitude towards himself. Yesterday's lecturer was not like that, so why did he talk to her? Yes, the little temper came up too, threw the paper away, "Don't take the test."

Half of the time, Zhou Si bent down, clasped the back of her head, and moved forward.

There was something warm and soft on the mouth. The boy was very jerky and had no skills to talk about. His lips didn't move when they touched her, and the two lips stuck together in a daze.

Zhou Siyue probably stayed by himself.

Just posted it for three minutes.

Ding Xian could clearly hear the youth's breathlessness, and her own heartbeat that was about to burst out of her mouth.

Zhou Siyue's eyelashes were long enough to stab people to death.

Ding Xian's eyelids were itchy by the tips of his long and dense eyelashes, and the itch directly itched to his heart.

Outside the house are rows of evergreen camphor trees that are not restricted to autumn, summer and winter.

Neither of them closed their eyes, they just looked at each other dumbly, pressing their lips and touching their noses, not knowing what to do next.

Still Ding Xian opened her mouth first: "Uh, do you want to turn it?"

It seemed like that on TV, face to face, holding the opponent's chin, and turning to the other side.

"Shut up." The boy said red ears.

Later, Ding Xian regretted it countless times.

It was the closest she was to Zhou Siyue at that time. This man was cold and arrogant, and mean to her, how many chances could he take the initiative to dedicate himself.

I had known that I should have done him that night!

When we were very young, we all had a dream, about dreams, about love.

Everyone thinks he is Mary Su, but it is just an artificial mine; the person you think doesn't like you that much, but we don't want to wake up.

Secret love is in the world of one person, and you two have lived your life.

--Excerpt from the first chapter of "Little Monsters Growing Diary"

Back in June 2003, the Ding family had two great joys.

First, Ding Xian was admitted to Yansan Middle School, a national key. The second, Ding's father was transferred to the Yansan District Planning Bureau, and the unit assigned him a welfare house in Yansan Hutong. Although he paid a lot of monthly payments, it was convenient for Ding's mother to supervise and study.

In Ding Xian's eyes, it was not supervision, it was surveillance.

If things like cameras could be popularized at that time, perhaps her room would have been full of needles, Ding Xian had to thank that backward era and reserved the last place for her privacy.

Yansan Hutong has a history of 100 years. It is divided into east and west lanes. In East Lane, people living in the East Lane are all respectable ancestors. The West Lane was later developed by the government into welfare houses and distributed to the staff in the unit. Of course. Ding Xian's mother. Ye Wan Xian, is not a good stubborn, watching people serve dishes is her strength.

At the end of June, Ding Xian bid farewell to her friends in the countryside and moved into Yansan Hutong with her mother.

The welfare room was on the first floor, dark and damp, the walls were peeling and falling ashes. In front of the window of Ding Xian's room was a tree with a crooked neck. In summer, the green branches and leaves happened to block the light in her room. Sometimes the lights were turned on during the day to do homework. One month later, she found that the tree with a crooked neck had a double image.

Compared with the younger brother who lives in the master bedroom with a large balcony and separate bathroom, Ding Xian understands his mother's eccentricity, but has long been accustomed to negligence.

Ding Xian sat in front of the Crooked Neck Tree for a whole summer vacation, then thought of one thing and applied to live on campus.

"What do you do when you live on campus? You have to pay an extra 200 yuan to live on campus, so you can make money?" Ye Wan Xian was mopping the floor, bending over and said.

Ding Xian lowered her head and stared closely at her toes, as if she was ashamed of her unruly demands.

"Don't stand here and get in the way. If you don't help, go back to your room and read a book."

Ye Wan Xian took the mop and went out to wash, without answering her head: "Don't hinder your brother from playing with toys." Without waiting for Ding Xian to turn around. The little devil behind her had already driven the newly bought toy car to her side, and the wheels maliciously rolled over Ding Xian's toes. Ding Xian was also angry. The little demon in her heart was about to move and kicked directly on the little devil's car.

With little strength, the car shook and quickly regained its balance.

The little devil quit, got out of the car and pushed Ding Xian hard.

Ding Xian stepped on the short table with one foot to see the injury. She was suddenly hit by someone on her back. She couldn't stand her weight. Furthermore, she leaped straight towards the solid wood sofa on one side. Her forehead hit the corner and immediately swelled up. A big round convex bag.

"Ding Jun Cong!!" Ding Xian yelled in a suppressed voice, for fear of attracting scolding from her mother.

The eight-year-old culprit sat back in the toy car, patted his forehead and laughed.

Ding Xian touched her forehead, a small bag protruding from the center of her eyebrows, like a small horn.

"Apologize!!" There was an unknown fire in her heart, but she could only squeeze these two words out of her mouth.

Ding Jun Cong made a grimace at her, "No, just a little bit!"

Ding Jun Cong's straightforwardness completely angered her, Ding Xian stood up, kicked the toy car to the ground, and the little devil took the car and rolled it to the ground.

He got up, sat on the ground and covered his eyes and cried loudly. While crying, he also peeked at his mother if he came in. Hey, if he didn't come in, then cry more sternly, "Uuuuu...sister hit me Sister hit me!"

This younger brother learned Ye Wan Xian's sassy and miserable skills since he was a child, crying really like that, and finally recruited Ding's mother who was washing the mop outside.

Ye Wan Xian came hastily wiping his hands, eyes sweeping roughly two will know what has happened, cheeky distressed to hug his son back to arms: "? Now, sir, your sister and you mess up," between words, did not forget Bai Ding xian glanced.

The little devil saw someone supporting him, so he pulled his mother to give a report.

Ye Wan Xian feels distressed for her son, holding Ding Jun Cong comfortably, while coaxing, she also slaps Ding Xian viciously, "It's the elder sister, it's the elder sister, little ancestor, don't cry!"

As usual, Ding Xian had already bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

But today's Ding Xian is extremely stubborn, her face flushed red, she bit her cheeks and refused to admit her mistakes, and she said, "He knocked me into such a bag first!" Ye Wan Xian stared at her, "No, your brother. If you are sensible, are you ignorant? He didn't mean it! You are his sister, so you can't let him? My aunt said that you hold grudges, and it seems right. You are just like your father, a wolf with white eyes !

"! Hastened to apologize to your brother.

How are you today "?!

Ye Wan Xian and pushed her," Come on!

Suddenly, came a burst roar:" Yes,

I am the wolf eyed children.

She stunned Ye Wan Xian and watched Ding Xian rush back to her room.

With "bang--" the door closed.

Ye Wan Xian woke up suddenly, her wings stiffened and dared to talk back to her. If she hadn't held her son in her arms, she would have rushed in and held her ears to scold her.

“It's amazing to be admitted to the third high school, dare to talk back to you!

Damn girl!" "Your aunt is right! You die girl is vengeful and petty, I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!"

Ding Xian He put her hands behind her back, panting quietly against the door.

She applauded herself in her heart, and had to accept it for more than ten years. Suddenly, she felt very brave who had just talked back to her mother.

She felt that she was about to grow up.

Because it is said in the book that the sign of growing up is rebellion, and the sign of rebellion starts with confrontation.

Ding Xian looked sideways at herself in front of the full-length mirror. She was not tall, thin, and her dark hair was tied into a ponytail and hung on the back of her head. Her figure was flat, not pretty, but it was pleasing to the eye.

There is an extra bag on the smooth forehead.

Inexplicably, she felt that the little horn matched the expression at this moment very well, if only one more pair of fangs would be fine.

Thought of this.

She couldn't help baring her teeth, her fangs were shiny, and her expression was extremely vicious.

There was chaos outside the door, and Ding Xian rolled herself into the quilt, her small body shrunk into a ball like a shrimp roll. Outside the quilt were a pair of bony eyes, blinking and staring at the green leaves outside the window.

The younger brother was still crying in the living room.

What came intermittently was the complaint from the mother who gritted her teeth, "Little white-eyed wolf, he is really lawless when he is admitted to the third middle school. Don't cry, my little ancestor, my mother is going to cook." There was a noise from the door, and Father Ding came back from work. Ye Wan xian hugged her son to file a complaint.

Father Ding has always been taciturn in this home, and more often just sits and smokes, just like now, after listening to Ye Wan xian's "lawsuit", he just took out a double happiness from his pocket and silently handed it to his lips.