The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 1

Today it is sunny and sunny, with no clouds in the sky.

What a beautiful day.

Oscar Lin leaned against the rooftop railing, lowering his head and scribbling in a small notebook.

There were noisy people all around. There were many students and teachers standing on the rooftop near the stairs. The camera was filming a girl who was shouting on the rooftop. The people below the rooftop were even more crowded, and everyone raised their heads together. .

This is probably the most popular event organized by the student union this year.

"The food in our cafeteria is so delicious! The food is definitely the best in the city!" the girl shouted.

There was applause from the rooftop, and Oscar Lin lowered his head and smiled.

"Do you still need to record it?" The deputy director of the Student Union's Propaganda Department came over and was stunned when he saw him. "Didn't the Student Union hire someone to record it? Why...Then should I also record it?" ? "

"Huh?" Oscar Lin raised his eyes and looked at him, "Oh, please remember it. After all, it is the first time our school has done this kind of activity, so it is quite meaningful."

The deputy minister was newly appointed and was very serious about his work. After hearing what he said, he immediately nodded and took out the small notebook he carried with him.

After staring at the blank page for a while, he moved closer to Oscar Lin and said, "Are you..."

"Don't look at mine," Oscar Lin took out his glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on, "Multiple angles will make the recording more comprehensive."

"Yes!" The deputy minister suddenly realized, lowered his head and bit his lip to hold back.

Oscar Lin lowered his head and continued writing in his notebook.

If you want to eat braised noodles for dinner, you need to add more oil.

Preferably large oil.

big oil

Before the multi-angle record was finished, Oscar Lin heard a girl's voice coming from the front: "I still...can't get on, I suddenly feel a little scared, no, no, I'm suddenly very nervous, I didn’t dare go there and say it.”

When he raised his head, he saw Nora Li, the president of the student union, patting a girl on the shoulder with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay if you don't dare to go up. Let other students go up first. You take your time."

Although you have to queue up to speak on the rooftop, the mood is completely different from queuing up to buy a cup of milk tea.

When buying milk tea, whoever puts a stuffer on the front will have to scold the person behind him as a rotten egg, the one with green hair, even if the person behind him doesn't say anything. But the situation is different now. If someone adds someone to the front, , the ones behind may be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But now not only were there not many people, but one person suddenly disappeared. Several students who were waiting to go up to shout suddenly turned their heads and looked at Nora Li together, and they were all stunned.

The girl who was shouting at the edge of the rooftop to ask the cafeteria lady to please stop shaking the spoon was already making her final statement and was about to finish. In such a lively atmosphere, it would be a bit embarrassing if there was no more drinks later.

"I'll go." Oscar Lin closed the book, rolled it up and put it in his pocket.

"Okay." Nora Li nodded without thinking and didn't ask him what he wanted to say. After all, it would be no problem for him to go up and shout out a paper after all.

It was about sixteen steps from where Oscar Lin was standing to the railing on the rooftop where people were shouting. When he walked over, he didn't know what he wanted to say.

What to say?

It wasn't until he stood on the rooftop that he saw Simon Xu standing next to a tree, looking up.

Oscar Lin pushed up his glasses, put his hands on the rooftop railing, and smiled down.

After a burst of screams from the girls, he spoke: "Good afternoon everyone, I am Oscar Lin."

For Oscar Lin, impulse is a pleasant feeling many times within his controllable range, such as now.

The camera next to him almost hit his face, so he lowered his head and cleared his throat.

"Actually, I never thought that one day I would stand here and speak to so many people."

The voices under the rooftop gradually became weaker.

Although it was not part of the plan to stand here and speak, even though he was not sure what he was going to say the second before he stood here.

"These words have been held in my heart for a long time. I want to say them out for myself and for people like me."

But once he opened his mouth, every word he said felt like it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"I have someone I like very much. He may or may not know it, but it doesn't matter." He raised his head, his voice as clear and smooth as before, "I won't tell you that I like you, but I I will tell everyone that I like men."

The surroundings fell silent, and the camera froze in the corner of my eye. The cameraman revealed half of his face from behind the machine.

Oscar Lin was 100% confident in many things, even buying one and getting 1200% confident, but the moment the surroundings fell silent, he was still a little nervous.

He just lowered his head, not even daring to look down at Simon Xu's face.

Then a whistle sounded.

Oscar Lin's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he let out a breath of air unnoticeably.

He also said something later, one or two sentences, but he didn't remember it. Anyway, he could remember it when needed.

He could think of things he wanted to recall in every frame, no matter how long it took.

When he left the rooftop railing, he heard Nora Li's lowered voice: "No fish! You are too awesome."

On the stairs going down to the rooftop, I met the head teacher, Harvey Lao. Harvey Lao was less than forty this year and had the same surname, so Oscar Lin always called him brother.

"Is there any premeditation?" Harvey Lao stopped in front of him.

"No," Oscar Lin replied, "Do you need to plan before you go up and say a few words?"

"The key is content." Harvey Lao smiled.

"No," Oscar Lin thought for a while, "Will it have any impact on you?"

"What impact can it have on me?" Harvey Lao said.

"That's okay," Oscar Lin whispered, "Can I leave early? I'm hungry."

"Let's go, let's go." Harvey Lao waved his hand at him.

Oscar Lin quickly ran down the stairs and returned to the dormitory first.

There were four people in the dormitory. Except for him, who was in the student union and had to go to the rooftop, the other three were all lying in front of the desk. They didn't even look up when they heard someone coming in.

"Is the event over?" Felix Liu raised his head and asked.

"So fast?" Elliott Chen buried himself in a book, "I thought I would get time off from school?"

"It's not over yet." Oscar Lin took off his coat and reached out to take off the glasses on Felix Liu's face, "Has your degree gotten worse again?"

"Yes, can you see this?" Felix Liu rubbed his eyes, "Can you count the circles?"

"There's no point in counting circles." Oscar Lin picked up the lens cloth that Felix Liu had put on the corner of the table and wiped his lenses for him, "it just looks like your eyes are too small."

"Fcuk." Felix Liu sighed.

Several people in the room laughed.

"Yu, do you want to eat in the cafeteria tonight or go out to eat?" Elliott Chen stretched and turned to look at him.

"Tell me what you want to eat." Oscar Lin handed the cleaned glasses to Felix Liu and looked at his big eyes, which shrunk by half.

"It's up to you." Elliott Chen touched his belly, "I'm satisfied if I can just eat for free."

Oscar Lin changed his coat and was about to leave the dormitory when Elliott Chen asked again: "Can you come back before your evening study?"

"Me?" Oscar Lin pointed at himself.

"...As if I didn't ask," Elliott Chen hugged him, "You are the one who doesn't need to study late at night."

Oscar Lin closed the dormitory door. Before he could reach the stairs, his phone rang, and there was news.

He didn't rush to look. Although there were many messages on his phone from morning to night, he could almost immediately guess who it was when the sound came.

The Sixth Sense is such a show-stealer.

It had been 15 minutes since he finished speaking on the rooftop. Based on his understanding of Simon Xu, it took almost that long to go from reacting to hesitating to making up his mind to send the message.

Judging from the speed at which he handles this kind of incident, he can be considered a neat person.

Oscar Lin admitted that he didn't dare to read the news yet.

He went to the canteen, bought a popsicle and gnawed it to calm himself down.

There are no delicious braised noodles near the school. The best braised noodles are made at home by my father.

His home is not far from the school. To be precise, it is very close. It is so close that his parents don't need to guess that he lives in school just to get away from home.

However, he really missed making noodles today. He usually didn't go home until he needed to get some clothes. After standing at the school gate for a few minutes, he turned around and walked back to the road home.

After walking a few steps, he took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and opened WeChat.

Then he quickly clicked on the red "1" at the top.

-Awesome scholar! No matter you like boys or girls, I am your best friend

Oscar Lin's footsteps did not stop, and he walked forward while looking at his phone.

His fingers hung on the screen for a while, but in the end he didn't let go. He quickly turned off the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.

After entering the community, he suddenly stopped again.

Only then did he begin to feel that his breathing was a little short.

In fact, he shouldn't be surprised. If Simon Xu can guess who he is talking about, then this reply will inevitably appear.

When he received the message, he could almost think of a reply, which would be gentle but decisive, without hurting anyone or leaving any room for error.

It's just that when he stood on the rooftop and spoke, he deliberately didn't think about this "what if".

And the current deliberate neglect made him feel immediately that he still overestimated his ability to bear it.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why did you go home today?" The voice from behind interrupted Oscar Lin's preparation to feel sorry for him further.

"I want to eat braised noodles." He turned his head and saw his mother carrying a bag of vegetables behind him.

"Why do you look so bad?" As soon as my mother saw his face, she immediately took a step forward and stared at him, "Are you sick? What's wrong with you?"

"No," Oscar Lin said, "I probably slept too late yesterday."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Headache? Stomachache?" Mom continued to ask.

"No." Oscar Lin reached out to take the dish in her hand and walked forward.

"That's good," my mother followed, "If you want to eat braised noodles, you don't have to go home so early, and you didn't bring any review materials. You don't plan on reading all night, right?"

"Yeah." Oscar Lin responded.

"Are you so confident?" Mom frowned, "Do you think that when someone praises you as a scholar, you become a scholar? People have to face reality and the true self. You have to really be Study God, how come you haven’t dared to jump to the first level of Dalian since you were little? Why don’t you dare to guarantee that you will get full marks?”

"Mom," Oscar Lin turned his head, raised his index finger to his lips, and lowered his voice, "Shh...listen."

"What are you listening to?" Mom asked.

"Listen to me." Oscar Lin said.

Mom didn't react for a moment and looked at him.

"I don't think I'm a genius because of someone's smart words, nor do I think I'm bad because of someone's unintelligent words. I have my own judgment," Oscar Lin said very calmly, speaking as fast as his mother's machine gun Comparing it is like taking a walk, "There is one more thing I will reiterate to you. There are many things in life that I don't dare to do, and there are many things I don't want to do."

"You..." Mom came back to her senses and frowned.

"Shh," Oscar Lin raised his index finger again, "Listen."

"What are you listening to again!" Mom raised her voice angrily.

"If neither of us talks," Oscar Lin said, "we will feel much better."

When he walked in, his father had already started making braised noodles in the kitchen. His mother, who had gone home before him, sat on the sofa with her eyebrows furrowed. Oscar Lin walked to the kitchen and said hello to his father: "Dad. "

"Don't always choke on your mother." Dad said.

"Yeah." Oscar Lin responded.

"You are not a child anymore, you are going to college soon," Dad said, "You must learn to be considerate and understanding of your parents..."

"Yeah." Oscar Lin responded again.

Mom and Dad have done this. They can understand and understand each other.

Because they are a pair of parents with the same conflict.

Oscar Lin turned around and walked towards his room.

"Open the window of your brother's house to get some fresh air," my mother said.

"Yeah." Oscar Lin paused and walked into the room next to his room.

He opened all the windows, then left quickly, went back to his room, locked the door, and lay down on the bed.

Making braised noodles is harmful to people.

Greedy insects harm people.

If you don't eat braised noodles...what should you eat now?

"Zhajiang noodles?" Grandma's face suddenly appeared in front of Milo Ding's eyes.

"Hey, my ancestor!" Milo Ding was so frightened that he kicked on the edge of the table in front of him, shaking the mobile phone standing on the table to the ground.

"What are you doing?" He patted his chest, "Is it worthy of the ancestors of the Ding family to scare your eldest grandson?"

"This will scare you a lot. Is your eldest grandson worthy of the ancestors of the Old Ding family?" Grandma said, "What are you looking at? A ghost movie?"

"When have I seen those before?" Milo Ding sighed, bent down and picked up the phone. He was not very courageous even if he was young. The old lady always adhered to the principle of fighting fire with fire and just gave him a shot when nothing happened. He felt that In a few years, I will be scared out of my wits.

He has been watching this documentary for several days. There are various major cases and murders. The murder scenes of the ancient documentaries are not coded. They only have a shocking scene. Don't watch it at night, just watch it at dusk. You will also feel that the hair has been swept. spine.

Frightened by the old lady, he didn't want to read anymore. He threw the phone aside, stood up and stretched: "What did you want to eat? Zhajiang noodles?"

"If you want to eat something else, grandma will cook it for you." Grandma walked to the window and looked out.

"I want to eat dumplings." Milo Ding said.

"Okay, I'll make dumplings for you." Grandma nodded, but still stood by the window and didn't move.

"What are you looking at?" Milo Ding walked over, stood next to grandma, and looked out together.

"Someone died," grandma pinched her fingers solemnly and lowered her head to count, "Is it..."

Milo Ding looked at the peaceful atmosphere downstairs and didn't hear any movement. He was about to say why someone died, but before he could open his mouth, a few pieces of yellow paper money floated on the curb.

It swirled in the wind and floated away along the road.

"Holy shit," Milo Ding's back felt numb. He immediately turned away from the window and scratched his back with his backhand, "Can you not do this?"

"Is your grandma a god?" Grandma turned back to look at him and asked with a smile.

"What the hell," Milo Ding took his coat and put it on, "Nowadays, science is important, and you are still acting like a goddess."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Grandma slapped him on the back, "You're still alive!"

Milo Ding turned his head, approached his grandma, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously: "Old lady, tell me the truth, did some paper money just float by?"

Grandma also looked at him with a mysterious face, and after a while she said, "There are several of them."

Milo Ding couldn't stop laughing. He was having fun while putting on his shoes and getting ready to go out: "I'm going out for a walk."

"If you want to eat dumplings, why don't you mix the noodles? Don't you pick up the dough? Don't roll out the dough?" Grandma said in succession.

"I don't know how to pinch the medicine, and you won't let me cut it with a knife." Milo Ding said.

"No stuffing? No boiling water?" Grandma said.

"Zhajiang noodles," Milo Ding held on to the door frame, "I want to eat fried noodles now."

"You brat, I can't point my finger at you. Your second aunt will come over later and ask her to help me." Grandma lowered her head and started counting with her fingers.

"Isn't my second aunt just coming here tomorrow?" Milo Ding said.

"Come today," grandma finished licking her fingers, raised her head and raised her eyebrows, "I'll be there in a minute."

Milo Ding went downstairs and met Aunt Hu who was walking upstairs. He said hello: "Aunt Hu, do you have a cold?"

"Ah, the wind is blowing this morning," Aunt Hu replied. After he finished descending the stairs, he picked up the railing in surprise and asked, "How did you know?"

Milo Ding smiled and said nothing.

"I learned a lot from your grandma..." Aunt Hu sighed, "How do you know this?"

Milo Ding sighed. This was too deceptive. When he was standing at the door talking to his grandma, he heard Aunt Hu sneezing and sighing with a serious nasal sound.

But grandma is quite cool sometimes. When he walked out of the corridor, he met his second aunt.

"Second aunt, did you tell grandma that you were coming?" Milo Ding asked immediately.

"No, I was passing by on errands today. I had promised to do it tomorrow," the second aunt said, "We're all here and it's just today."

"Then how did she know you were coming?" Milo Ding asked.

"Just count on your fingers," the second aunt said, "You and she are the only ones in the family who have learned the most, you ask me?"

Milo Ding smiled, lowered his head and started counting on his left fingers.

"What's the calculation?" Ergu asked with a smile and walked upstairs.

"I will have a peach blossom within a week." Milo Ding raised his eyebrows.