Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 13 A Day After a Hundred Years

Generally speaking, the teacher will ask us to open the table slightly during the Sunday evening test to prevent plagiarism.No this week, I have passed the exams in Chinese and Mathematics in the first three weeks, and I am writing an essay today.After a class is finished, the Chinese teacher will take away the corrections, and the comments will be made on Tuesday or Wednesday.In the remaining class, do some classical Chinese reading exercises.

"If you could go back 100 years and spend a day in that era, what would you do? What would that era look like? Please write an essay of no less than 600 words describing what you would do on that day Things or the future society you see. The title is self-made, the content is required to be healthy, no plagiarism, and to express true feelings.”

Such questions are not common in exams. They should be the free play of our school's language group. Some teachers always like to come up with more interesting questions.

Everyone started to write quickly, Ye Ruiyang wrote rustlingly, it sounded like a spring of writing.It's no wonder, he likes science fiction very much, and it's probably not difficult for him to imagine a world 100 years from now.

Writing a future world out of thin air, how to write true feelings?How about writing what I will do that day.

It took at least 10 minutes before I wrote the first word.

one day after a hundred years

Ke Peiwei, Class [-], Grade [-]

After 100 years, I will be 112 years old, and I don't think I will live that long.

The first thing I do after traveling to a hundred years is to see if I am still alive.You might be lucky if you're alive.I want to ask the 112-year-old me, do I still remember my parents?Remember brother?It would be unfortunate if he said he couldn't remember, or couldn't even answer.I probably don't want to live that long, long enough to forget everyone.

If after time travel, I find that I am no longer here in a hundred years, I want to go to my grave first to see what year and day I will die.This way I will prepare for the future and get all the things I want to do before that day comes.Although I don't know what I want to do yet.

Next, I'll find out how long my best friend will live and how he will die.If he dies unexpectedly at a very young age, I will tell him about the future when I come back, and do my best to protect him so that he can spend his life with me in peace.

I want to meet everyone I still have a relationship with on this day.Maybe a hundred years from now, I will be dead for a long time, and many people will forget me, but there may be one or two people who still remember me, know what I have done, and know my connection with them.I want to hear what they think of me.If I do something bad, or people don't like me, I want to try to avoid and correct it when I come back.

If no one remembers me, that's fine.Time is moving forward, and 100 years from now is not the time I live in.

Most of my family is probably gone too, and I want to visit them.See if they are buried together, and see if future generations remember them.I want to talk to them even if they can't hear me.I want them to know that even after 100 years, they are still remembered and visited.

I'm going to cherish this day and spend all my time investigating my future self.Just waking up, reading, and writing long letters to the me who will return to me in 24 hours.I have a bad memory and slow reactions, so I had to write everything down and keep it with me.If I can know the future and destiny, I will treat everyone around me more tenderly.

I feel like I've written the truth.Not only is the writing flying, but I have to find a napkin to wipe the paper.

I hurriedly finished the composition when I rang the bell.As soon as the paper was handed in, I walked out of the classroom sullenly.

When lying on the railing, Ye Ruiyang and Li Baichuan happened to be fetching water nearby.They put my shoulder on my shoulder and asked how I wrote it, and I asked them too.Ye Ruiyang said that what he wrote was about the high-tech life in the future, and he combined the things he read from several science fiction novels into one.Li Baichuan is writing about the society a hundred years later, where everyone has enough food and clothing, there is no hunger and no war, and everyone can take the classes they want in school without being tortured by exams and grades.

I told them the composition I wrote, and I will find my own grave in 100 years.They said that this is a bad thing, that the content of this content is not healthy, and no matter how well written it is, it may fail.

"Last time, there was a person in Class 60 who wrote a composition of almost [-] words. The protagonist was an eagle or something. In the end, the teacher only gave him [-] points, saying that it was because the other person didn't finish the composition. That’s why he passed the exam. He also said that he dared to write something like this is very arrogant..."

Li Baichuan's news is really well-informed. My sister never told me about this incident in their class.

The class bell rang.Ye Ruiyang told me that it's better to go to the next class and confess to Teacher Huang after the second class, so that I won't be scolded too badly.

If you are scolded, you will be scolded. I have written everything, and apologizing now will make the teacher feel that I was really "arrogantly" provoking the authority of the late test.

Today Mi Le returned to the dormitory a bit late, he greeted me as soon as he entered the door, and almost pulled me to the corner of the corridor.

"Ke Ke, I was doing the exam for Lao Huang today, and I saw your composition." He told me cautiously.

"Just read it, it's an essay with unhealthy thoughts. Ye Ruiyang asked me to wait for two days to be scolded."

"No way, I was actually quite moved after reading it." He pursed his lips, feeling very aggrieved, "Well, didn't you say in your composition that you were going to see how long your best friend can live?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Who is your best friend?"

I glanced at him and said the truth casually: "It's you."

I really thought so at the time.

He snickered and scratched my nose with his hand.

"Pull it down, I will definitely live longer than you!"

After speaking, he smiled and slipped away to the dormitory.

"Be obedient and wait to be scolded!"

During self-study on Monday night, Teacher Huang came from the next class and called me out to talk with me who was doing my homework.

Really going to "drink coffee".However, I was mentally prepared that when he scolded, I listened and it was over. I never talked back, and I didn't say a word.

"Peve, I read your composition. Do you know how many points I gave you?" He looked serious.

I shake my head.Best not to guess.

"How many points do you think you can score? Tell me."

"60?"

"You think you can pass?"

If you ask this question, it is definitely not possible.My head dropped even lower and I shook it again.

"Look for yourself." He handed me the test paper.

I opened the paper a little bit like opening a hospital examination report, and it had to be the examination report of a seriously ill patient.Of course, another year from now, I'm going to think that feeling is terribly childish.In the past, I didn't know what it was like to be seriously ill. Until that day, that person told me that he had seen his critical illness notice when he was ten years old.

The composition was marked with red pen in many places, which is the kind of wavy line that the teacher usually indicates that it is well written.In addition, several typos have been circled.But the column for the score is empty.

It seems that I don't even have 60 points.

"I'm sorry." When I closed the paper, I still couldn't hold back, so I apologized first.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I wrote an unhealthy composition."

"Why do you feel unhealthy? Where is it unhealthy?"

"Because at the beginning I was thinking that I would die, and wanted to find the grave, which is not positive at all..."

I'm going to repeat what Ye Ruiyang and the others told me.

"Have you read Lu Xun's articles?" He interrupted me.

"Huh?" I froze for a moment, "I've seen it a little bit."

"Mr. Lu Xun has an article called "Li Lun". It's very short. Have you read it?"

Shaking his head.

"You can look for it. It's very simple. When a child is born, the guests come to congratulate him at the full moon. Some people say that the child will get rich and become an official. Those who talk about these are thanked. And a guest said that the child You will die in the future. Guess what everyone's reaction is?"

Shaking his head.

"Mr. Lu Xun wrote, 'So he got a joint beating'."

I secretly laughed and found that Teacher Huang was also laughing.

"But, come to think of it, only the last of these three people has nothing to say. No one knows whether this kid will be promoted and rich in the future, but he will die, because everyone will die, won't they? "

nod.

"Then why was he beaten up by everyone when he told the truth?"

"Because it's the wrong occasion to speak?"

"That's right. Some words are true, but if the occasion is wrong, there will still be bad results. It's not necessarily that this person deliberately wants to mess up the situation, it's just that the people who heard it couldn't accept it."

"Teacher, are you saying that I shouldn't write this composition in the evening test?" I seem to have realized it.

"Not really. I was required to write the true feelings, and I think you did it. However, if you write like this in an important exam, you may not get a high score, and it may even be considered negative energy and unhealthy. But I want to tell you that it is impossible for people to always write things for the exam. As you said in the composition, in order to avoid forgetting, so you have to write 24 hours a day. I think it is very good. So what do you usually want to write , just write according to your heart, and the teacher will support you."

It seems that the atmosphere is not so serious, maybe he just stared at me and made me too nervous?
"Thank you, Mr. Huang."

"I'm not done yet. You must not feel that what you write is unhealthy or negative, and don't let these standards interfere with your thinking. As long as you put a lot of emotion into it, what you write will be very good. By the way, "Li Lun" was not finished yet. Mr. Lu Xun wrote later that a student asked the teacher that he didn't want to lie or be beaten. What should he do? The teacher was vague and smiled. Do you feel like this? You want to show your true feelings, but you are afraid of being scored low?"

"It's okay. It's not that tangled."

I shouldn't have really paid much attention to this kind of thing.

"Such a mentality is good. Let's chat for a while longer. Lu Xun is not discussing the occasional issue just mentioned. Those people in the article just want to listen to good things, and dare not face them directly. The teacher just laughed when he faced the students' questions, perfunctory. Fuck it, they are too slippery and cowardly, this kind of life is frivolous and not worth living. There are too many things in life that you can’t get over with a laugh. It’s not that you don’t want to, things don’t exist. We can’t because of some When things are very heavy, they avoid them, thinking that it is unhealthy and should not be thought about. If you don’t use your brain often, people will become stupid and indifferent.”

I was pretty stupid at first, so it's hard to say if I'm cold or not.

"One more thing, I think the reason why you wrote this composition may be because of some experiences in your life? Don't be afraid, I don't want to inquire about your personal privacy, and I won't ask other students. You are The composition says, you have a good friend, does he really exist?"

nod.

"Are you around?"

Keep nodding.

"Okay. You can chat with your friends more and play together more. I heard that you play on the school team? I will come to watch the game when I have time. Minxue is also on the school team, so you children can communicate more. Of course, if you want to say something to the teacher, or need help, you can come to me at any time. Okay?"

"En!" I nodded vigorously, "Thank you teacher."

"So, how many points do you think you can get for this composition?" He took out the red pen and took the test paper from me.

"88?" I asked tentatively.

"Why 88 points?"

"Because... I feel that a composition with a score of 90 or above is a model essay that the teacher will read. I am not that good. My grades are usually that, if I perform well, I am a little behind the outstanding classmates. So, I think it should be This score?"

"Take it." He scratched the test paper a few times, returned it to me, and patted my back, "Let's go to self-study."

After entering the classroom, I looked at the score he gave me under the light.A big bright red "94" may be the highest score I ever got for my composition.

When I opened the dormitory door, Mi Le sat on my bed.Several others have not returned yet.

"That...Keke, I saw our old class talked to you. Are you okay?"

I could see how he had rehearsed to comfort me.

"That's right. I was scolded so badly that I almost cried." I put on a sad expression.

"No way, so fierce? I think you wrote very well! Why? How is this composition unhealthy? By the way, wait for me!"

He turned over and climbed onto his bed, took down a can of Coke and a bag of seaweed, and gave them to me, saying don't be sad.

"Oh, what can I do?" I stuffed these things into the quilt, and took out the test paper for him, "Look at this poor score."

"I won't even give you 60 points, right?" Mi Le was still complaining to me when he took it, but he will ask me to return all the snacks soon.

(End of this chapter)