My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 2 Ling Yiyao, I like you! (1)
In the summer of 2001, I was 16 and in high school.Even in the middle of the night, the temperature was still so high that people tossed and turned, the mat was warmed like an electric blanket on the floor, and the dark dormitory was full of the sound of roommates turning over and sighing.And I, biting a flashlight and covering myself with a thin quilt, wrote the only love letter in my life.

My reader is Ling Yiyao, who is petite, fair-skinned, with a ponytail, revealing a smooth and beautiful forehead.She is taciturn and never shows off. When she talks to others, she whispers softly, and her voice is so soft that it feels like a spring breeze.What's worse is that she is also a top student and has always occupied the first row of the monthly exam rankings. Such a beautiful existence is simply Athena in the hearts of many boys.

The first time I saw her was next to a forest that was used as a bicycle parking area. Two classmates and I were in charge of cleaning there. When I looked up, I saw Ling Yiyao appearing at the corner.Holding a stack of books in her arms, she walked on the cement road with her head down. The school uniform on her body was a little loose, but she looked very cute.It happened that a bird "quacked" across the treetops, she looked up in surprise, and then pretended to smile sullenly, the sunlight fell on her delicate little face through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

My heart is like a pea exposed to the scorching sun, with a "crack", the love has just opened.

Throughout the first year of high school, I was in a state of entangled crush, wandering on the concrete road between the dormitory area and the teaching area every day, just to create a so-called chance encounter and take another look at her.I don't know why, but I usually "skinned like a city wall, three shells can't penetrate it", but when I met Ling Yiyao, I suddenly became hesitant.

There are not a few boys who admire Ling Yiyao, some are seniors who can play basketball, and some are spendthrift borrowers, but freshmen like me have almost no chance.Almost every day, I would fantasize about various scenes of chatting up with her.It included the disfigurement of her rolling down the stairs, and I ran towards the hospital with her in my arms, swearing that I would never abandon her in my life, and finally she shed tears of happiness in my arms.

But these romantic beauties only exist in fantasy, and I only had one positive contact with her.We were playing football on the playground that day, and the football was kicked out of the boundary by a stinky foot, and she happened to pass by, so I boldly yelled at her: "Hey, pass the ball."

She looked down at the football: "Oh."

The moment she lifted her foot lightly, my whole heart fluttered. Ling Yiyao, the Athena in my mind, actually wanted to pass the ball to me in person. What an honor and what a blessing!The football flew in an arc and lightly, I stopped lightly with a buffer, the boy and the girl smiled, what a beautiful picture.

It's a pity that when she lifted her foot, the ball just bypassed me, who was only a few feet away, and jumped into the arms of others.

"Hey, pass the ball."

"Oh."

For several days in a row, I repeated this round of dialogue to myself, and then laughed alone, as if harboring a secret that no one knew.It was also because of this matter that I could no longer suppress the throbbing in my heart, so I decided to go all out and express my love to Ling Yiyao.

On a long wooden bridge, I picked up a gap with few people to stop Ling Yiyao, and handed over the love letter anxiously, she froze for a moment, as if at a loss.I handed the love letter one step forward, she looked around subconsciously, and saw someone coming from behind, she opened the bag containing the books in a hurry, and I threw the love letter into it knowingly.

Just like the postman.

Then we blushed and went our separate ways, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Perhaps, at the moment when that love letter was thrown into the book bag, the fate of this life was quietly changed like this.

The day after sending out the love letter, my creative location was transferred to the office of the Department of Political Affairs and Education.In the eyes of all high school students, no matter how clear the windows are, the atmosphere will always be gloomy, like a dungeon or hell.Opposite me sat the majestic and respectful Director Yao, whom everyone called "Yao Qiansui" in private. He glanced at me from above the rim of his glasses and said, "Lv Qinyang, you wrote three pages overnight the day before yesterday. Biting the pen holder? Is it because the environment is not conducive to stimulating creative inspiration, so I want to take it back to the dormitory and write slowly?"

I refused rationally: "No, there is air conditioning here."

Ling Yiyao sent the love letter to the Department of Political Affairs and Education. This was too unkind. The pain in my heart had not yet healed. The head teacher came to tell me the good news: "Lu Qinyang, you are going to be on TV!"

"What TV?" I was very excited.

"Closed-circuit television. After research by the school leaders, the theme of this discipline rectification conference is to eliminate puppy love. You will conduct a public review in the school's live broadcast room."

I was extremely indignant: "Why me? Didn't I just write a love letter?"

The head teacher thought for a moment and said, "Maybe others are too thin-skinned, and they are afraid of leaving a psychological shadow."

Fuck!
If it were in the present day, I would never stand still and wait for death. Not only would I label Ling Yiyao as a prostitute, but I would also sue the Department of Political Affairs and Education for violating personal privacy.But at that time, puppy love was a crime that could not be reversed, and the public review was already a certainty, and it was impossible to change it.

In the few days before the video conference, my mood was extremely bad. Every time I saw Ling Yiyao from a distance, I would go to the side road, unwilling to meet her face to face.To be honest, I have some grudges against her, and I can't understand why she did that. Is it a very painful thing to be liked by me?If this is the case, then I don’t like you in the future.

At that time, I had a lofty and simple ideal. I wanted to apply for a normal university and return to my alma mater to be a class teacher after graduation. If such incidents happened again, I would make the informer copy the "traitor" [-] times.

It is said that the videos of the previous video conferences will be properly preserved as a monument to the development of our school.In order to leave a good impression on the school girls, I specially cut a refreshing hairstyle, ironed a white shirt, and borrowed a pair of white running shoes.

First time on TV, so excited.

At noon that day, the sports committee member of Class [-] of Political History came to visit and expressed his kind condolences to me. He encouraged me to perform well, carry forward the fearless spirit of "hell will go to hell if you don't go to hell", and don't disappoint the ardent expectations of all brothers.He also brought news that my love letter was not handed in voluntarily, but was confiscated by their head teacher, Mrs. Cao, and Ling Yiyao was also taken to the office for an ideological review.

Although what he said was convincing, once the fragile glass heart of the young man was broken, how could it be healed easily. I stubbornly believed that Ling Yiyao had betrayed me.

There is a black video camera in the middle of the school studio. Opposite the lens is a rostrum. Leaders and group leaders of each grade are sitting in turn. At the door are six suspects, one of whom is me.

I know all the other five guys, and their crimes are quite different.What used an arcade machine to pretend to be coins to buy tea eggs, who used a fishing rod to fish in the campus pond in the middle of the night, and the classmate who lived on the second floor, who used a big enamel cup to hold urine and poured it outside the courtyard wall. The crops with a radius of several meters were completely dead, and not even a single weed grew.

In comparison, I am absolutely the purest.But I don't know why, when I said that I was sent to the political and religious department because I wrote a love letter to the girl, they all showed contempt, as if I had committed a more filthy crime than them.

At that time, I clearly realized that it was not me who was wrong, but the world.

Since puppy love was the key subject of criticism at the meeting, Yao Qiansui arranged for me to appear at the end.The teacher in charge was a little worried about me. He came here to give me pre-war mobilization and technical guidance, and said, "Don't be nervous later, you must control your emotions."

"Are you afraid that I will cry?" I felt humiliated.

The class teacher said: "No, I'm worried that you are laughing in such a serious place."

I suspect that these guys are here to compete for the best actor Oscar. They stand in front of the microphone and read the review in tears. Anyone who reads it can feel their regret, but after they are done, they walk out with tears still in their eyes. Then he winked at me, and even secretly made a V sign that symbolized victory.

I am very grateful for their example.

Finally it was my turn, and I stood in front of the microphone and read the review I wrote last time, trying not to look up, with a tone as heavy as a condolence speech.Just when the curtain call was about to be perfect, the vice-principal started to give a speech about the dangers of puppy love, completely forgetting that there was still a teenager who hadn't left.I was very embarrassed, stuck in front of the camera like an idiot, and was stared at by thousands of eyes from the whole school out of sight, and the feeling felt like a second.

I don't know what the vice principal said, Yao Qiansui suddenly asked me a question, everyone looked at me, including the camera.

I "ah" in a daze, here is the second sound, which is equivalent to "pardon".

Yao Qiansui repeated the question: "Student Lu Qinyang, do you regret what you have done?"

I was shocked at the time!What kind of rubbish is this?It's not like you haven't read my love letter. It's touching, tear-jerking, thought-provoking, thought-provoking, thought-provoking, and even vowed that you will never marry Ling Yiyao in this life. You ask me now and don't regret it?I just put the overall situation first, and cooperated with you to play a show of killing chickens and monkeys. Are you really taking me for a ride?Even if I really regret it, I can't say it in public, otherwise how will I mess around in the future?
The dignity of the teenager was nakedly challenged.

Facing that black lens, no, it was not just one lens, it was thousands of eyes, I made a big and far-reaching decision - I stared at the lens and said, "I don't regret it."

The weather was very good that evening. When I walked out of the school studio, there was a large fire cloud covering the sky in the west, and my white shirt was reflected red.At this time, when school was over, students from all classes poured out of the classroom like pigs out of the slaughterhouse and went straight to the cafeteria. Many people who knew me or didn’t know me greeted me and shouted my name loudly. Even the young male and female teachers He smiled meaningfully at me.

Passing Ling Yiyao's class, several girls came out with lunch boxes, one of them was Ling Yiyao.She looked up and saw me, and immediately backed away as if she had seen a ghost, while the other girls took the opportunity to boo, and the long "oh yo" echoed in the corridor.

Ah Q like me experienced the most glorious moment in my life, every step I took was like stepping on a soft cloud, as if I was a triumphant hero.

I paid a huge price for my temporary stubbornness—the punishment level was upgraded from a warning to a demerit.In the morning assembly of the whole school on Monday, others were listening to the instruction under the national flag on the playground, while I flushed the simple and smelly toilet in the corner over and over again.After flushing the toilet, I calmly walked across the cinder road in front of the queue, the tin bucket in my hand dangling "squeaky and creaky", which was quite cool.

These naive and arrogant actions, in today's words, are "death", but they were enough to make me one of the three strange things in the school at the time.What's even more tragic is that my two buddies, "Da Qiao" and "Zi Shi", made the list.

One of the reasons why I mustered up the courage to write a love letter to Ling Yiyao was because I made a bet with these two idiots. They said that if I could catch up with Ling Yiyao, they would run naked around the playground.

At that time, Jay Chou had just debuted, and Da Qiao became his die-hard fan decisively, humming the inarticulate song "Love in BC" over and over again.In order to achieve a better effect, he specially bought a peaked cap, and sometimes he didn't want to take it off even when he was sleeping, imagining that there was a camera in a certain corner shooting his MV.Of course, his words and deeds must be arrogant, because he came from ancient Babylon and the plains of Mesopotamia.

Whenever a little girl whispered, "Look, that person really looks like Jay Chou", he would walk over without hearing it, and then ecstatically bluffed when he was far away: "Did you hear that? They said I look like Jay Chou ,Ha ha ha ha!"

He did not pay in vain, and finally successfully entered the annual school-wide art performance list.In order to present a perfect rap feast to all the teachers and students in the school, he rehearsed even harder, expecting all the little girls in the school to crowd around and present flowers to him, and even fought jealously to get his autograph.

However, on the day of the official performance, he blatantly forgot his words in front of thousands of teachers and students.

He was not discouraged after stepping down in grief and anger, but continued to practice this song hard. A few days later, one evening, he sneaked through the window and sneaked into the school's main control room, and re-sang "Love in BC" into the microphone. The singing spread to every corner of the campus and could not be subdued for a long time.

I don't know how everyone evaluates it, because my krypton gold dog ears have long been killed.

Zishi is also a talent.

There is a vocational high school next door to our school. In comparison, the boys there are tougher and the girls are better at dressing up.Zishi thinks that pure girls with noodles in clear soup can't satisfy his aesthetics, and non-mainstream girls are his favorites, so he hooks up with a charming girl from the vocational school next door.

No matter how humans evolve, they can't get rid of the animal nature in their bones, but the resources in their own territory are stolen, and the male animals stand out.A few ruffians from the vocational school came to fight with machetes sharpened by their own lathes. Zishi danced with the shoulder pole of an old man with slops, and beat his shirtless shirtless opponents all over the place. Even the school security did not dare to intervene.

As the saying goes, "The limbs are well-developed, but the mind is simple", but Brother Zishi is not like this.

One day at noon, we used our lunch break to play football on the playground. Yao Qiansui suddenly appeared like a god, and Zishi was accidentally captured.Yao Qiansui looked around and ordered solemnly: "Stand where you are!"

However, only a fool would wait to die. We covered our heads with our coats and fled without stopping.

"Stop, don't run!" Yao Qiansui yelled angrily.

"Don't run away, you guys..." Zishi also chimed in.

Our response is the back that gradually goes away.

At this time, Zishi sincerely recommended himself: "Director! Please give me a chance to make up for it. I know them and I can chase them all back!"

Yao Qiansui was stunned by the anger, nodded in a daze, and let go of Zishi's collar, and Zishi ran away in a hurry.On the empty playground, Yao Qiansui was left alone. He waited eagerly, but Zishi never appeared again.

However, it is such an incarnation of courage and wisdom, hero and chivalry, that often short-circuits the brain.During the evening self-study before a certain monthly exam, Zishi was disturbed by sleepiness. He dug a lump of cool oil and put it on his penis on a whim, trying to achieve the effect of "hanging the head and piercing the buttocks". In the end, he howled The cry resounded throughout the teaching area, and no one remembered his bravery.

Although the two of them made a bet with me and firmly believed that it was impossible for me to catch up with Ling Yiyao, they still gave enough support on this issue.Before the love letter incident, "Ling Yiyao" and "Lu Qinyang" were completely incompatible existences, and she was compared with a boy named Zhang Shuai.

What's abominable is that the teachers forbid poor students like me to pursue Ling Yiyao, but acquiesce and even encourage top students like Zhang Shuai to approach Ling Yiyao. This situation is like the human attitude towards purebred pet breeding.I can be sure that if Zhang Shuai's love letter to Ling Yiyao is intercepted, he will never fall into this embarrassing situation like me. Maybe the teacher will say earnestly: "Zhang Shuai, don't be too impatient, Ling Yiyao will definitely belong to you in the future."

On the red list after a monthly exam, the names of Ling Yiyao and Zhang Shuai were next to each other. This accidental phenomenon was exaggerated by some good people as "God's will", as if they were destined to be a beautiful couple.

At this time, Zishi and Da Qiao's second nature is exposed.Late that night, they dragged me out of bed, and the three of them sneaked to the bulletin board to pry open the glass window, and tore "Shuai Zhang" off the red list.

(End of this chapter)