Ask a new concept author's article "Children", as if the hero's name is "Ann".

Song Jingru's Children won the first new concept novel.

I was born on May 25th, Gemini, and my blood type is AB (the fortune teller said that I have a dual personality).

People who know me well but don't know me think that I am a simple and good girl, with neat and shiny students' heads hanging behind their ears, whispering softly, euphemistically and understanding. You can sit quietly in the coffee shop, listen to their emotional stories or experiences, and sigh or smile at the right time. One of my girlfriends told her boyfriend that she didn't know how much she liked or loved. Another girlfriend said to the handsome guy who chased her, "I don't believe in fate." Please don't use the romantic and attractive word' fate' to cover up your cowardice. " In the end, they always look at me like they see through the world of mortals and tell me in the voice of their eldest sister that I don't understand love. Really, I don't understand. I don't understand why a girl should find an inappropriate person at an inappropriate time and place to finish an inappropriate love game, and then look at that person and tell him: I don't think you still know me. I'd rather sit alone opposite such a beautiful girl, watching their exquisite confusion, self-confidence, persistence, holding a small spoon with a cold drink in hand and smiling silently.

People who know me but don't know me think I'm a rebellious and complicated girl? When I am alone, I often wear simple clothes and complicated shoes, draw inexplicable pictures with blue nails and purple eye shadow, write messy poems, and rush through the crowd with an eccentric backpack, elegant as a deer, in a hurry as a mouse, with a lonely smile on my face. I ignore life, hate politics, laugh at society and stay away from people. I only believe in love, there is no love. Saying goodbye to the ordinary in your own way is not excellent.

I have a half-red and half-black double-sided down jacket. The color and style are very nice. Unfortunately, there is always a whole white duck feather sticking out from the dense seams. Now this dress is lying flat on my knee, chatting with me one by one while meowing, and pulling out the extended quill pen.

Ann, be happy.

What?

You were late just now. What did the teacher say about you? Don't take it too seriously.

It's nothing.

Really?

It's nothing. I didn't sleep at noon, so I couldn't concentrate. Always boring. When she talks to me, I either nod or shake my head. Later, when she talked about the unsatisfactory performance of the same paragraph, she seemed to stare at her shoes. Suddenly, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to, and my mouth turned up. She might find it funny and wave me back.

At some point, I saw that Meow Meow grabbed the head of a feather with her nails and dragged it back. The feather fell to the ground, which was beautiful.

Ann, don't always look so sad. It's not that people with deep pockets and industries have nowhere to run. Can a little girl live a little easier? ...

My heart was moved by awe, and a feeling similar to pain spread all over my body. I slowly put my right hand on my knee and thought excitedly, forget it, it's not like there's nowhere to run.

I 19 years old, near the college entrance examination, and have a house in the garden community not far from the school? My real house, two rooms and one living room, was left to me by my parents, a completely private world. Don't get me wrong, my parents are not rich, and I am not an orphan of martyrs. But now that they have their own home, they bought the house where we used to live and left it to me as compensation. I am the crystallization of their love, and the old house is the witness of their marriage failure.

My parents often come to send money and relief to the victims. They always look at me with guilty eyes. I think they are trying to prove or make up for something to me. But what does this prove? Like, like, they love me? But I already know this! If they don't love me, they won't have me, I won't have an old house, and I won't live in an old house and live such a comfortable parasitic life. As for compensation, I swear: it's really not because of their divorce that I became this weird elf today. I was born perfect. So when I was fifteen, when I found that their relationship had made me not free, I decided to give them freedom. So I will calmly say to them: "You break up." Then he walked slowly into his room and closed the door, looking very sensible. But I think, I'm really not the kind of cold and autistic child they imagined. I just think it's good enough that my parents really love each other. My ego represents love as soon as it appears in this world. Later, they stopped loving and went to find new happiness. There's nothing wrong with that. Who can guarantee that if you love someone, you will love them for life? They didn't hurt me, at least not on purpose. People like me seem to be in trouble from birth. Why should they suffer with me? So I call my new husband uncle, and my father's gentle but not beautiful little wife should be called Mei Jie, so I skillfully call her Yimei. It doesn't matter, they are all very nice people, but they are very touched and flattered. As long as it's not money, I will accept all other gifts.

The same list was sent out, not good, but not bad anyway. My grades have been jumping up and down, and I will never starve to death if I don't have enough to eat. On the whole, politics and history, Chinese unexpectedly fell to the bottom, and mathematics unexpectedly rushed to 120, which is very satisfactory, but it is reasonable to rank above middle school without losing many points. My mother, who just finished the parent-teacher conference, carefully conveyed to me: "The teacher said that the grade is between undergraduate and key, which is very promising." Don't! What the teacher said must be dangerous!

This year's Valentine's Day is just two days before the Spring Festival. Meow meow sold the rest of the roses and later gave them to me. So, on the second day of Valentine's Day, I took a bunch of bright roses on my way to the hospital. In obstetrics and gynecology, a boy named Jin Yi was born. He is my brother. Xiaoyi is a clever and delicate figure, and it is always right to be a beautiful teenager in the future. Xiao Yi, born on Valentine's Day, is said to be the same as me. Xiaoyi like me, such a lovely little brother, deserves all my happiness in exchange for his happiness. However, how could he be unhappy? He has a gentle and amiable little mother, a mature and capable father, and a sister like me, so that he received the first bouquet of roses in his life, which is also the first bouquet of roses I sent him. The eyes of Yimei staring at Xiaoyi make me wonder. No, it reminds me of such a delicate child lying on a white sheet in the delivery room 19 years ago. She has such a gentle and tired mother and such a happy and quiet father. However, the avalanche is unstoppable! Nineteen years ago, a blank piece of paper in the delivery room locked my initial happiness, the happiness of my life! An hour later, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving my dearest Xiaoyi and a slightly haggard father to the pale woman, who was holding a bunch of roses on the white sheet.

When I got home, the room was cold and my stomach ached, so I put the hot water bag directly under the hot water pipe to get water, and the water was not hot. It's obviously full. Press it with your hand, and with a bang, a mouthful of water comes out. Press it again and take another bite.

Press again!

Press again!

How did you save so much gasoline? The pain in my stomach disappeared, but where did it hurt again? The feeling of wanting to cry is like that imported fountain pen. Originally, it was well written, smooth and the color was good, but without warning and moisture, I wrote it again and then dumped it. But I can't cry without water.

I called Yan Jia, and I said clearly with a microphone: "Three years ago, a man promised me three years. If I am happy, he will bless me. If I am lonely, he gives me happiness. Three years have passed, that man, is he still there! "

On New Year's Day, he came to see me with his girlfriend Meng. Meng is a short and fat girl. It has been a good word for sophomores in famous schools, and it has been spoiled by Meng. Apart from her looks, Meng is the most girly girl I have ever met. To put it mildly, a boy who has always been a boy. I always feel that Meng is either too simple or too scheming, because she insists that I stay alone in the big house and that we talk it over. If I were you, I wouldn't leave my boyfriend and his girlfriend with complicated friendship alone, let alone such a freehand house. After my parents moved away, a friend of my father left a dozen pieces of cloth in his hand in the big house and later gave them to me. So I put all kinds of flowers together, hung them on the wall, and made many cushions with their own characteristics. When I am free, I paint and listen to music in this room. In fact, we didn't say anything that day, but when we left, Yan Jia took an abstract painting from me. A piece of paper had deep and light red and yellow. The picture is too full and the brushwork is too focused, which is not worth collecting.

Later, they left.

Yan Jia is a boy who can laugh very much, and he is the kind of tolerant and insightful smile. One day three years ago, when he was a child, no, we were both righteous children. I kept talking and talking, but he just smiled quietly, a sweet and brilliant smile after being rejected. I dare not look directly at that smiling face, because I know I will sink in. In that case, I will be safe, but at the same time, I have fallen.

Forget it, forget it, the corner of my eye is just a misunderstanding.

In the evening, the phone is a good word.

That painting, thank you, is it me?

Silence.

Ann, you are unhappy. The kind voice is nice, soft and complete.

Sometimes, when I think about things and think deeply, others will say that I am unhappy, but I am not. However, I still don't understand many things.

Come on, Ann, be realistic! You are always so unreal. In fact, you are neither gentle nor strange. You're just a kid, just a kid. I've always wanted to tell you a story. The children inside won't get hurt. We love each other and support each other. ...

The friendly voice rang for a long time, and I gently put down the receiver and walked into the studio. But, wrong, there must be a mistake, there must be a mistake! I should be happy to cry. The lonely heroine finally waited for the promise of the hero's life. I shouldn't laugh and cry, should I? Isn't it?

But, really? A man spent three years in self-pity and narcissism for a promise? /kloc-Should girls aged 0/9 have a waiting time of 90 years?

I picked up a light blue cushion and put my face on it. The happiest thing when I was a child was to get up early one week, run into this room, get into my father's quilt, and then sleep quietly and sweetly. After waking up, my parents are not around, but I still feel very safe, my heart is full, and all of them are gentle and want to cry. I want to sleep well, sleep well until my haggard father, careful mother, pale aunt Mei, including the upcoming college entrance examination, my beloved Xiaoyi, and that smiling face with kind words can disappear; Sleep until a person can be strong and live well; Sleep until I can really laugh, and then cry like a child.

Song Jingru, female, Jilin native, won the first prize in the first "new concept" composition contest, and was later sent to the language base class of Nankai University. The award-winning work "Children" touched countless children of the same age. Young children are eager to know the "Ann" in the article-a lonely girl who is melancholy, quiet and unpretentious. A teenager from Tangshan also rode his bike to Nankai Campus to see what the real Song Jingru looked like. But "An" has since disappeared from the public's sight, abandoning the impetuousness of the winner of the new concept, and "An" has been living a dull, happy and petty-bourgeois happy life. Now, Song Jingru has graduated from university and worked for chinese national geography magazine. Before graduation, she published a collection of personal novels, Crazy Foreigners.