June is our farewell song

Chapter 247 Different Expectations

Sister Zifeng said that if one color should be used to describe the life of the senior year of high school, it should be "colorful black".

For a long time, I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. In the eyes of a person like me who doesn't understand painting and color, black is black, and colorful is colorful. How can there be any "colorful black"? "?So I thought at the time that Miss Zifeng's senior year in high school must be a very wonderful memory. Even if there was pressure and gloom, it was full of colorful fragments. Get colorful.

On the eve of the last art festival, when Wen Jin was about to leave school for the last training camp, I asked her a question.I said, if you had to use one color to describe our three years of high school life, how would you choose?
Instead of answering directly, she asked me instead, using colors to describe life?It sure isn't what you think.

His tone was very firm, as if he could see my heart clearly.

I was dumbfounded, so I had no choice but to confess to her that this question was not my original creation, but Jiang Zifeng's inspiration.She laughed at that time, and she said, I knew you were not so blue.blue?I quickly thought of the word "blue" in English. This word also means "melancholy" besides blue, but melancholy?Is Miss Zifeng very melancholy?I have never felt that kind of pessimistic temperament in her body, maybe I saw it briefly on that snowy night long ago, but I am sure that melancholy is definitely not Jiang Zifeng's main theme.

Wen Jin went on to say that if she were to describe it, she would probably say it was "orange-red ash".I also didn't understand the meaning of this answer, so I wanted a more detailed analysis, but she only said:

"It can only be felt, not expressed in words."

Pretending to be profound.

Then she asked me how Jiang Zifeng herself answered this question, and I told her Sister Zifeng's seemingly contradictory answer.Unexpectedly, Wen Jin was taken aback when she heard it, and then sighed:
"It turns out that such a powerful person will suffer like this."

torment?I am getting more and more confused.

"Why, doesn't this mean that life is bitter but also sweet?"

"What! This clearly means that life is sweet but bitter, okay?" Wen Jin said, "Black is the base tone, and colorful is the color palette. No matter how many beautiful decorations are added, black is the base color."

I was stunned.

It turned out that I had misunderstood this sentence all along.

What kind of time has Miss Zifeng experienced?

I never thought that such a brilliant person would have difficult times.

I have been thinking about what color should I use to describe my year.

"Colorful black"? "Orange-red ash"?
neither.

In my black, there is no colorfulness.

In my gray, there is no bright orange red.

Nothing but black is gray, nothing but gray is black.

Nothing else.

"Hey, Sisi, Gu Yuan and I went to the club meeting today, which was hosted by Ling Xiaoxiao. It's a pity that you didn't come, otherwise you would have seen that immature little girl who is now the new president of the student union. !"

"Well, you can imagine what she looks like."

"Have you taken care of things at home?"

"It's almost there..."

"The art festival is coming soon, will you come to school that day? My band is going to perform ~ will you come to see it?"

"Haha, of course it will~"

"Really! It's a deal!"

"Okay, it's a deal."

"Then I will continue to do my homework, you are busy, don't bother you~"

"Mmmm, bye~"

"Are you going to school that day?"

After hanging up the phone, her mother's voice turned a corner and floated from the bathroom far away. Then, she came out of the bathroom barefoot, and saw Qingsi sitting on the hospital bed with her legs curled up, playing with the phone in her hand. Seeing her mother come in and wink at her:
"Yes, I want to go."

Mom walked over and planted a kiss on her forehead:

"Really? The doctor said you'd better not catch a cold."

"It's okay, just for one day, and you can wear it thicker." She pointed to the thick pink and white down jacket at the end of the bed, "Put this on, and add a sweater inside, so that others can't see that I'm thin La."

Mom just smiled and rubbed her head: "Well, listen to you, wear more, so others won't be able to see it."

"That is to say, there is always a way." Qing Si continued to flip through the phone, "Qi Yu said that she was going to perform in front of the whole school that day. It was the band she formed, and asked me to watch it."

"It's so powerful."

"Yes, super powerful, I think she has always been very powerful."

"Yeah." Mom hugged her gently.

Qing Si said she wanted to take a bath, her mother thought about it, and asked her to take a bath, and then she stood beside the nurse's bell outside the bathroom, so that if something unexpected happened, she could call someone over immediately.

Qing Si went into the bathroom with a change of clothes, turned on the water, and warm water sprayed out, but it didn't take long for the water to turn cold. She turned on the switch again, and the water quickly became warm again.

In this way, she sat in the misty bathroom, feeling the temperature of the water passing by little by little again and again. She could clearly feel the slow and subtle changes. In the silent night, it was like lying on the bed. In the quiet river, the vitality flows with the gurgling water, flowing into the lonely and boundless dark place.

In health there is almost no definite notion of death.I thought in my heart that birth, old age, sickness and death are nothing more than natural laws, a reincarnation that everyone has to go through, so there is no need to worry and worry all day long.But only when we really face it can we fully understand the ruthlessness and malice hidden in life. The pain that is fed back to the senses when the body functions are on the verge of collapse makes people more sober.The more you want to escape, the more you can't escape, and you will be tightly entangled.

I am nostalgic for many people and many things, and regret that there are still so many warm and bright places in the world that I have never set foot in. Only at this time can I clearly feel that "a serious illness, then recover" and "a serious illness, and then die ", completely, are two different things.

By eavesdropping on the conversation between her parents and the doctor, Qingsi knew that she would not last long, and that she was destined to fulfill the promise of accompanying everyone to the far future only in her dreams.The hopeless feeling of being stuck in the mud and unable to break free is unacceptable, but it cannot be avoided no matter what.

At an upcoming festival, go see a Friends Band show and spend the day with friends.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

In the smoky bathroom, Qing Si thought of the art festivals of the previous two years, of how she and Qi Yu were surrounded by a large group of boys at the literature club the year before last, and of being trapped in a sudden rainstorm with Gu Yuan last year. Looking at the appearance in the pavilion, I couldn't help laughing, I laughed so happily that I bent down, but tears fell when I smiled.The happier and more beautiful those memories were, the more reluctant she was to leave.But what's the use of being reluctant?
Doom never pays attention to prayers and entreaties, what should come will always come.

Parting is like the sun rising from the horizon. There is no way to refuse or redeem it. There are indeed people in this world who like extreme pain or are obsessed with the beauty of death, but what most ordinary people want is a smooth Life.For them, the lights that can be turned off are more intimate than the sunlight that cannot be turned off, but the type of light is a fixed rule that people cannot choose.Just like parting, people ask hopefully, "Don't leave me", but often all they get is a desperate silence.

Tears slid down his cheeks and disappeared quickly after merging into the warm water.

It's raining again.

The street is full of discordant scenes of bleak late-autumn atmosphere and radiant prosperity. All the way to the station, there is very dense rain falling in the sky, and they fall carefully and silently.

After the bus door was closed behind him, he could clearly feel the strong temperature difference. In the narrow space, the heating and exhaled carbon dioxide made the temperature rise, and that warmth poured into Chi Yu's body with a strange smell.

The incandescent light in the carriage was dazzling, the girl rubbed her eyes and lowered her head.

Even if it's the weekend, it's definitely an unfavorable day in terms of fortune, and my mood has fallen to the bottom.

Bad things are far from being scolded by the make-up teacher.

After the test papers of the last mock exam were handed out one after another, I was asked to bring the papers to the teacher for advice one question at a time. Being reprimanded for making the same mistakes as last time was already annoying enough. up.As a result, I fell on the way just now, and the test paper I was holding in my arms fell into the puddle, and most of it was blurred.

Not only that, even the clothes on his body were stained with mud.

The thought of washing clothes by hand in such weather made Chi Yu's knuckles ache.

This year came to an end in a blink of an eye, watching the countdown to the red light at the intersection, Chi Yu took a bite of the glutinous rice dumpling she had just bought, and remembered the "seven months before the college entrance examination" that the teacher repeatedly said in class.

Seven months, 210 days, 24 hours a day, 10 hour, 1 60 minutes, [-] minute and [-] seconds.

It's been a long time, but everyone's nerves have been tense since a few months ago.

When the bus was about to start, when the red light turned yellow and then green, I saw Gu Yuan standing across the road.Chi Yu reflexively wanted to wave at him, but at the same time felt that doing so was not in line with her strategy for a while, so she endured it.But the boy turned his head as if feeling something, looked over, and Chi Yu then lowered his head.

Seemingly not being noticed, Chi Yu raised her head when the bus passed the intersection and arrived at the next stop.

She's already made up her mind, she's just waiting for the right moment.

The upcoming art festival, maybe it will be.

She thought so, and went away in the rain with the bus.

(End of this chapter)